#I am literally shaking like I've never heard the song before

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z's song of the day: 9.17.23

This first one is something special😮‍💨

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Leah williamson pleaseeee🙏🙏🙏

Enchanted - Leah Williamson

Leah Williamson x singer!reader

summary - You write a song about England's captain after meeting her briefly at an event not expecting her to share your feelings

Last night had gone by in a blur, you hardly remembered anything that happened. Everything except the short conversation you had shared with a certain blonde. You had accidentally bumped into whilst walking around causing her to spill her drink.

After the first glance, you were captivated by her. She was literally the girl you spent your spare time dreaming about after your last relationships had failed drastically. For the last 24 hours she was all you could think about your thoughts consumed by the short conversation you had shared.

Lights, camera, smile. You were walking around the large area, sipping from your third glass of champagne already and you weren't even half way through the event. You were exhausted from your recent concerts at Wembley, you would've much preferred to be at your apartment watching movies and eating junk. But instead you were being forced to smile for too many cameras.

You were contemplating pulling a sickie and getting an uber home but your mindset switched when you felt yourself collide with another body. 'Shit, I'm sorry.' You look up at the girl in front of you who's previously full glass was now all over the ground and their shoes. You were lost for words, she was hands down the most gorgeous girl you had ever laid eyes on. 'I can get you a new pair, if you'd like.' You offer but your voice is hardly a whisper, your hearts heavy beats probably more audible as nerves take over.

'It's fine, I'll probably never wear them again.' She laughs, the blondes laugh is the greatest laugh you've ever heard, you make it your goal for the night to hear it again. 'Have we met before?' She asks, a quizzical look meeting your gaze.

'I think I'd remember meeting someone as pretty as you.' You blurt out, eyes widening and hand slapping over your mouth once you realise what you just said.

She chuckled at your flustering. 'You think I'm pretty?' She teased a small smirk painting her face.

'No! Yes! I mean, please just forget I said anything.' you say shyly looking down at your feet as you went bright red. The cute blonde let out a laugh. Little did she know how cute you really thought she was.

'I'm Leah by the way.' The unfamiliar girl introduced holding her had for you to shake.

'I'm Y/N L/N.' You say back shaking the girls hand watching as her jaw drops.

'No way am I shaking the Y/N L/N's hand.' She said her voice a pitch higher from excitement. 'I feel like the worst person on earth for not recognising you sooner.' you laughed lightly before you were taken out of the moment by another voice calling Leah's name.

'Leah, I've been looking everywhere for you, let's go you have training early tomorrow.' He says drawing Leah's attention away from the you, you looked to the new man who hadn't even acknowledged your presence, but that didn't matter all that mattered was that Leah was leaving and you had no clue how you were going to find her again.

Leah began following the new man but turned around to face you again. 'It was enchanting to meet you, y/n.' Leah smiled before walking off. Yes it was very enchanting.

Her last words she spoke to you had left you in shock, almost as much shock as when you realized that Leah was in fact the Leah Williamson, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing the English footballer sooner.

But still you couldn't stop thinking about the six words that had such an affect on you that you decided to write a whole song based off them, hence why you spent 5 hours last night writing and rewriting the lyrics to your newest song. One you knew would make the fans go crazy over, but you hoped Leah wouldn't find it to weird.

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sadiesink prettiest girl evaaa

yourinstagram says you

madisonbeer miss you y/n/n

yourinstagram come to london mads 🙏

username the things I would let her do to me

user73 the bi panic is real

maddieziegler ugly

yourinstagram 🪞🪞🪞 username02 i want a relationship with my best friend like the one they have yourinstagram trust me you don't user23 help she's so unserious

wosofan77 did anyone else see the pictures of her and leah together

LW6 yes! leah looked like the biggest fangirl

y/n'sbiggestfan is it just me or does the caption sound like a new song lyric????

yourinstagram 😏

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During a meeting with your publisher a few days after you'd finalised your new song and recorded it so it was ready to be released, you were sitting around doing nothing when a loud ping interrupted your daydreaming.

Your jaw dropped.

leahwilliamsonn started following you!

A loud scream left your mouth and you instantly rung your best friend Maddie, who you'd already told everything to involving the Leah situation.

'What do you want now?' Maddie's grumpy voice asked but you didn't care about how pissed she sounded.

'Leah followed me!' You squealed into the phone earning a groan from your best friend.

'Woo.' The american said in the most unenthusiastic, most sarcastic tone you've ever heard.

'You should be happy for your best friend.' You say childishly pouting.

'I would be if you hadn't called me at 5:50 on a Saturday morning, you know this is the day when I have a lie in.' She complains causing you to make an 'o' shape wit your mouth, you'd forgotten about the time difference between London and America.

'Sorry!' You apologise but only momentarily sympathising with the girl before returning to, in your opinion, more important matters. 'Well now you're awake, will you atleast give me advice on what to do. I don't want to embarrass myself.'

'I couldn't care less what you do, just follow her back or something. It's not that deep.' She tells you and you can tell by the way she yawns she just wants to be back in bed.

'Ok, sorry for waking you up. I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep now.' You say waiting for her to say goodbye but instead she just hands up. You roll your eyes, before opening instagram on your phone and hovering your finger over the follow back button next to Leah's profile which you had already spent hours stalking on a fake account. You repeat the words Maddie had told you in your mind a couple of times before manning up and pressing the button. After a while when nothing explodes you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding.

Your publisher then returns to the room holding a couple of papers which she hands to you. 'You know the drill Miss L/N, I love the song and can't wait for you release it. It's going to be a hit.' She smiles and you grin back.

'Thank you so much for all your help, it doesn't go unnoticed.' You tell her. You both say goodbye before you head home.

For the first time in your career, you were releasing a single that you hadn't told the fans about. You didn't really care what they thought, you just prayed that a certain blonde footballer would like the song and not find it creepy.

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maddieziegler proud of you

yourinstagram 🫶🏽

y/n'sbiggestfan I was right!!!

liawaelti love the song!

katie_mccabe11 so does another Leah... victoriapelova she is going to kill you katie user27 help what are they on about

user43 does anyone know who this is about??

maddiezeigler 🙋

taylorswift 💜

yourinstagram no way your freaking kidding me

oliviarodrigo 🐐🐐🐐

leawilliamsonn 💙💙

upthegunners LEAH?!

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Your song was going viral, fans were going crazy over who you had written it about. But you didn't care, you were still obsessing over the fact that Leah hadn't just liked but also commented on your post. Maybe that meant she didn't find it weird, or maybe she hadn't put the pieces together it was about her.

Surely she had though.

You had made sure to let all your friends know how Leah had interacted with your post, but much to your dismay, most of them hung up mid call. So now you were left alone with a bottle of prosseco, celebrating your latest hit.

You were still wondering what Leah was thinking about the song. You were kind of stressed whether the Arsenal star was finding it creepy how you'd written a whole song about a girl you'd spoken to for the best part of ten minutes. But those worries were put to rest when you checked your instagram.

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leahwilliamsonn I was enchanted to meet you too

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katiemccabe_11 Leah the simp

leahwilliamsonn piss of McCabe

keirawalsh Leah's in loveeee

leahwilliamsonn i regret posting this now

leahfanpage the way I screamed

user65 bro same, this was not what i was expecting

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leahwilliamsonn sent yourinstagram a message...

Part 2? (also sorry this is terrible)

[tonyspank]

LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

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3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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y/nhart what's your favorite scary movie? 🔪 #ScreamVI @screammovies

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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            Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

  Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

  "Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

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You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

➕➕➕.

meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!! 

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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[pastelbatfandoms]

Take Me Home (One shot) WIP

Based off of a memory from my Motley Crue/Fame desired reality! I am with Sebastian Stan's version of Tommy Lee. Nikki is the same as in our cr though.

Warnings: Pure smut, not much plot tbh

LA 2012...

I was alone the first time in what felt like months, the boys were with their grandparents, I should be reveling in the free time and the quiet, I could literally do almost anything. Instead I was in my queen sized bed missing my husband.

Tommy was on tour with Motley Crue and wouldn't be back for another month. Thankfully this had been a short tour, but I was getting impatient.

I curled up into my cream colored comforter, grabbing my phone I opened up Facebook posting a picture of Tommy and I kissing with the caption "I miss those lips and you." ❤️💋 Sighing I slide the phone closed prepared to spent the rest of the night in bed with a romcom and ice cream.

A few minuetes later the sound of a notification shakes me out of my depressive state, I look at it, seeing someone had liked the post. I glance at it and smile when I see that it was Tommy. They must be done for the night.

Then a text lights up my phone. "Hey Babe, I saw your post. I miss you too!" My heart does a happy dance at seeing Tommy's text and wide smile spreads across my face.

"Hey baby! Are you done with the show? How was it?" I text back.

"Not done yet." He texts back, "We have an encore but it's been great. Crowds awesome! But I wish you were here, I miss that sexy body dancing to our songs."

I grinned a mischievous idea forming, before texting. "Well...once you're done. Want to video call later?"

An enthusiastic message lights up the phone. "FUCK YES!! 😏 I gotta go now but I fucking love you!"

"I fucking love you Tommy. 💋" I giggle at his enthusiasm, some things never change.

A while later, while I was getting ready for the call, had to look good for my man, I heard the call from my laptop via Skype. As I ran to the bed from the closet. Fixing my brown highlighted hair in it's messy bun, I straightened my satin nightie and pressed the answer button on the screen.

I light up once I see Tommy's handsome features appear on screen. His face breaks out in a smile as he sees me. "Hey sweetheart. Damn you look hot."

I grin in false modesty, looking away as I said "Oh I just threw this on." I joked giving him a cute smile.

Tommy smirked at that, looking me over, "Sure you did...Just for me."

I gave him a coy grin, "Ok yeah it was for you."

"Well now I feel like I should have done something." Tommy replied looking down at his shorts and tank top.

I laugh at that, "Babe you've been on stage all day, I've been home alone with nothing to do but think of you."

"True...So you've been thinking of me all day? I'd say what exactly but I think I know...here..." Tommy takes a moment and strips off his top revealing his smooth tattooed chest with the nipple rings. "Better?"

I raise an eyebrow at that, smirking. "Much better. Are you alone?"

Tommy gives me a cocky grin, "Of course. I've been waiting to call you. I don't want anyone to interrupt us."

"Well in that case. Look at what I'm not wearing..." I bite my lip, my eyes glinting mischievously as I slowly pull my slip up my thighs.

Tommy's eyes darken in lust as he immediatly latches onto where my hands are. "Oh don't tease babe. Fuck..."

I giggle pulling my slip up more when suddenly I hear a noise from Tommy's room as a door opens.

I hear a male voice shout, "Hey Tommy you in here!" Before Tommy can say anything Nikki bursts in, still in his stage outfit. "Dude are you watching porn?"

"No Dammit Nikki knock first man!" Tommy shouts back.

Nikki ignores him walking over, "Then what?-" He looks at the screen seeing me he smirks, "Oh hey Shelly. Looking good." He winks.

I think they were expecting me to be embarrassed but it was Nikki so instead of blushing. I kept my hands where they were as I fiddled with the hem of my nightie. "Hey Nikki. You can stay and watch if you want." I teased, giggling.

Nikki seemed like he might take me up on that. But it's Tommy protests knowing Nikki and I's history. "Babe!" He looks at me a bit surprised. "Not happening. Nikki stop eye fucking my girl and leave."

Nikki just chuckles at that, shaking his head and leaves. Knowing how easy it was to rial Tommy up.

I looked at Tommy who seemed a bit upset. "I'm sorry Tommy, we were just playing. Let me make it up to you?"

Tommy looked a bit put out but it softened when he looked over at me. "You can make it up to me when I get home. Right now though..." He trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

"What?" I questioned, a bit nervous hoping he wouldn't end the call over Nikki.

But instead he simply said, "Take that off." His tone telling me there wasn't room for protests.

I smirk, relieved as I slip the nightie over my head and throw it on the bed.

Tommy's eyes light up as they rove over my naked body, as he licks his lips, leaning back on the hotel bed. "Well? Show me what you were going to earlier. Or is that only for Nikki now?"

I give him a look, "Of course not." Oh he was definitely not going to let that go for awhile.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, "Then open up and let Daddy see..." He ordered.

I did as he said, my eyes glazing over in lust as I bit my lip and spread my legs.

Tommy's eyes light up as he licks his lips. "Damn I wish I was there to taste you and touch you. Since I can't be...why don't you do it for the both us?"

I grinned as I trailed my hands down me, squeezing one of my breasts with a low moan as my other hand trails down to touch myself already wet just by seeing Tommy.

Tommy bit his lip, his eyes never leaving me as he said, "Fuck babe you look so hot. I can see how wet you are from here. You wanna see how ready he is for you?" Tommy asked referring to his cock, which seemed at times to have a mind of its own.

I nodded. "Yes please Daddy."

Tommy groaned. "Babygirl you call me that and I'm coming home early." He rubbed himself through his shorts once before pulling them off, my mouth parted at the look of his huge cock as it popped out of his underwear as he stroked himself. Yes it was as big as they said and seen.

I moaned my eyes closing as I stroked myself. "Fuck Tommy I wish you were here."

"Me too Mommy." Tommy murmured, " Until then keep touching yourself babe. That's it, imagine it's me touching you, making you come."

Tommy groaned as he watched me bury my fingers inside with a whine. His hand gripping his cock even harder. "Mmm fuck I want you so bad, you are going to get it when I'm home. I'm gonna fuck you so good. Keep going lover..."

I moaned louder my breath getting heavier at his words as did Tommy's. " Tommy I'm so close." I whimpered. "I am so hard right now," Tommy groaned out, his eyes closing. "shit I'm going to cum. Cum with me babygirl." His head back as was mine as with a few more strokes and loud moans we both came. I cried out as his name as he cursed.

My eyes opened enough to watch Tommy's cum as it burst out covering his hand and the sheets. "Damn baby that was sexy." I replied eyeing him.

"Fuck so are you. Felt great too, but not as good as if it was your hand or mouth..." Tommy trailed off gazing at me with a smirk, "Next time though I am going to make you squirt."

I stared at him with a grin. "You always do."

"Damn right." Tommy then looked down at the mess he made. "Shit I should clean this up. I blame this on you if we get a dry cleaning bill." He teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. After he cleaned up we talked for a bit more before we had to sleep. I missed him already but I would see him soon. I couldn't wait until he was actually here.

[planets-and-prose]

9 People I Want To Get To Know Better

Thank you to @k-v-briarwood for the tag!

Last song: Balloons by Foals. I don't know what this song is actually tbh, but lately my ADHD has been so bad that my main playlist has been this:

Apparently it's a thing that 154 BPM songs help with ADHD and...it at least works for me. So it's a lot of random songs I've never heard before, but they're good to have in the background.

Last movie: I can't watch movies really lmao since I am super ADHD and I prefer to listen to things rather than watch so I can multitask. But I did take @the-grim-and-sanguine to see the new Spiderverse movie. Across The Spiderverse? That one.

Currently watching: I've been enjoying listening to random YouTube docuseries and stuff lmao. Also rewatching some old let's plays that I like. Comfort stuff. Mostly YouTube. But I do love my cooking shows too.

Currently reading: Mostly just other people's stuff on Writeblr right now :)

Currently craving: Secondarily, sleep. I'm always tired nowadays especially with this crappy cold I can't shake. But primarily right now I would lowkey do more morally ambiguous things than I'm proud to admit for anything sweet. I am craving something, anything, with frosting, but literally anything sweet will do, but I don't have time to bake anything or energy to do so, and I do not have the money to go get something right now :(((

Last thing you searched for writing purposes:

Pretty boring right now, lmao, the shit I search for work is weirder honestly.

Anyway, here are my tags, softly since i don't know who all is solidly active :) @n1ghtcrwler @halleyuhm @thedeerwight @acertainmoshke @chayscribbles-archive @marlettpines @srjacksin @ariessya @thepitflower

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

bc it's like. and i was GOING to talk to you about the religion aspect of it because it is also partly a letter to God where i am like bro fuck me why is everything so hard; but also like. u know that already i could talk myself into the ground about that already so like yeah. i never posted this one bc it explicitly mentioned my age in a way that i Do Not have the heard to change and also i am emotionally fragile about it and it was probably one of the last songs i wrote before the one i made for tater last year... and it's SO SAD man. it started out as a poem about me hating summer now and the fact that i hated hating summer now because it used to be my favorite season, but then every single thing that made me love the season got taken away from me--the place i was in when i got to experience it, the people i got to be with, the friends and the family and the spending time with all of those people who were so important to me--and then it kind of slowly turned into me going why is everything that i am fucked up how do you even wait for me when i'm like this why must time pass and why does the hurt only get worse. and there's like no real point to me talking about this song i do not think i am going anywhere with this but it is SO IMPRESSIVE how badly i did not want to listen to it until like. over a year later. and now every time i listen to it it's wild because i always get to have the fun realization that this fits literally any breakdown i could have that would have me listening to sad music like goddamn it is it a versatile little fucker of a song.

but also it is interesting because there are parts in there that i've grown a little about and i can look back and be glad that i have moved on from it. it's like a little marker fr like one day when i'm like fifty i can look back on this song and be like haha fuck you life i won. so i'm kind of just. drifting along waiting for that i think

FJFJRJR ALL OF THIS IS SO REAL DUDE IM

bc literally same omfg DUUDE. *shakes you and then hugs you and then shakes you again*

[ladyhoneydee]

30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 30!!!!!!

Ahhhh this is it!!!! Finally the last day of my Song(fic) Challenge! It's been quite the ride, and while I might do a little self-indulgent reflection post tomorrow, tonight I am going to try to get this done before it's literally 2am the next day where I live lol.

The prompt for today was "A song you want to share". I couldn't pick one, and so I ended up synthesizing two: "To Be Enchanted" by Sleeping at Last, and "4 O'Clock" by V and RM from BTS. "To Be Enchanted" is a more recent song discovery for me, and one I've related as it comes to feeling pessimistic about myself and my journey and needing to remind myself of the joys in living; by contrast, "4 O'Clock" has been a beloved favorite of mine since 2019, and I've listened to it as a soothing entry on hundreds of night walks over the years.

Shadows and Sorrows

Game: Ocarina of Time

Pairing: Sheik & Link (although Sheik/Link is endgame to me ofc)

Word Count: 2430

Keywords: angst, hurt/comfort, healing

The comfort ached like too much sugar in the center of a molar, but he clung on for Link’s sake, as he squeezed Sheik’s hand so tightly the bones ground together. They sat in heartbroken silence: the boy who had to grow up too fast, and the boy who had forced it upon him.

Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!

Bright light, shaded in blue, illuminated on the Triforce mosaic over Lake Hylia. Sheik shaded his eyes as he leapt behind the withered old tree just behind it, alarm and adrenaline pulsing through his body. That was Link’s teleportation magic, from the Ocarina of Time Zelda had tossed him all those years ago…but the timing was wrong. The lake hadn’t been restored yet, as Sheik anticipated would happen with the purging of the Water Temple and the awakening of Princess Ruto as a Sage. Worse still, it was still night, with hours yet until morning; Sheik had calculated, based on Link’s speed at completing the two previous temples, that if he emerged successfully, it would be along with the rising of the sun.

He was too early. Far too early. Was he hurt? Had something gone wrong? Sheik rummaged in his bindings for potions, gauze, anything that could help the hero, as the light gave one final, blinding flash, and flickered out. Sheik swore he could hear the echo of the final note of the Serenade of Water in the air. 

Link’s silhouette, recognizable by his pointy hat, the breadth of his shoulders, and the glow of his white tights in the moonlight, crumpled to its knees with a wretched cry. Sheik gasped, and forfeited the meager cover of the tree to race to his side. 

“Link?! Are you alright? Where are you hurt?”

His hands hovered over Link’s body, desperate to run along the planes of him to ascertain that he was okay, but terrified of hurting him further with careless touches. 

Link looked up, and Sheik flinched back at the tear-soaked hollowness in his eyes and the dark puffiness of the skin beneath them. A bloody line, thinner than one of Sheik’s throwing needles, traced the curve of his right cheek, and he could make out the shadows of a bruise blooming on his lower neck just above where the collar of his tunic could hide the rest.

“I’m okay,” Link whispered hoarsely. Sheik had never heard him sound so incredibly ragged, as though his throat had been scoured with sandpaper. “I’ve had worse.”

Sheik’s head, which had been craned down to scan Link’s torso for any obvious injuries—damn the dark blue of the tunic, making it so hard to see bloodstains in the dark!—snapped back up. “I have seen you with a bone sticking out of your leg and most of your body covered in third-degree lava burns, before your last fairy got to you. That does not give me confidence!” Sheik clenched his hands into fists to keep from closing them around Link’s shoulders and shaking them. “Are you as far gone as the Fire Temple, or not?!” 

Link blinked at him, wide-eyed, and Sheik felt the skin of his palm burn beneath his nails at the shrieking silence of not knowing. 

“No, it’s not,” he finally said, head drooping down as if it could not lift even the weight of Sheik’s fearful, furious gaze. “I only have a few cuts and breezes. The worst is on my stomach, but it’s not deep at all.”

The heat of Sheik’s anger whooshed out of him with his heavy exhale. “Thank the goddesses.” He retrieved the only potion he had on him, its crimson shade gone grayscale in the moonlight, and thrust it towards Link. “Drink.”

“I wouldn’t want to waste—”

“You have a cut on your stomach. I don’t think even you know where that tunic has been, so you have a good chance of infection if you don’t treat it or at least clean it.” The potion pressed none-too-gently into Link’s unbloodied cheek. “Drink.”

Scowling, Link took the potion from him, and uncorked the lid. Two swallows, and he lowered it again.

“All of it.”

The scowl deepened. The potion disappeared. Sheik took the empty bottle back, and watched Link as the agony of feeling his skin knit back together twisted his face and made him double over with a wail. A shiver of sympathy crawled up Sheik’s spine with spider-like legs.

Even after the last trembles of the painful healing worked their way out of Link’s frame, he remained hunched over, his long blond bangs obscuring his face. It took a few moments and for a new sort of jolting to begin for Sheik to realize that he was crying.

“Oh, Link…” 

Sheik wrapped one arm around Link’s back, and guided him to the ground. Link followed limply, as if he were nothing more than a puppet, the only fight in him the shudders of his sobs. Sheik crouched before him, brows knit together, heart like a dark, cold stone in his chest.

“What happened?”

Sheik didn’t get an answer for a long while, as Link cried and cried. Even after he ran out of tears—which was very concerning, didn’t the boy carry any water with him?—the seizing wheezes of his lungs and sniffling of his nose continued far longer than Sheik had thought possible. (Of course, Sheik hadn’t allowed himself to cry like this since he was eleven, so he had no guidelines for what could be considered ‘normal’.) 

Eventually, Link wiped his nose with the sleeve of his white undershirt, leaving it glistening in the moonlight. With a final sniffle, he began to speak, or try to.

“In the temple…”

Fresh tears. Another few moments. Sheik’s thighs began to burn from the strain of holding his crouch for so long, and he reluctantly lowered himself to sit fully on the ground as well.

“In the temple, I met…me.”

“Like…your reflection?” Sheik’s brows wrinkled. “Yes, water is prone to that…”

“No, not…it wasn’t the water. It came from the water, but it wasn’t the water. It was me.” Link paused, as if realizing what he was saying didn’t make any sense, and let out a heavy, wet sigh. “I mean, it looked like me. It was like…my shadow, given shape. Physical form. With a sword just like mine.” One hand rose to brush the familiar pommel hovering over his right shoulder. 

“A shadow given form…” Sheik pondered this. Growing up, he’d heard legends of a Realm of Shadows, a place where monsters were eternally reborn to infest Hyrule, and where ‘shadows slept’. He’d had nightmares about it that upon awakening only increased his terror, that these dreams, too, might be prophetic. 

What a wonderful world they lived in, where the every nightmare of a disbelieved child came to life to stalk the earth and haunt the ones who had hoped to put them to rest.

“I think it was more than just my shadow, though.” Link hesitated. “When I looked at it…it was like looking at the darkest parts of me.” His voice quivered. “It was so…sad. It had this longing in its eyes, and it looked…haunted. And angry. But not at me.

“I thought I had to kill it. It was in the same sort of room that I’ve faced minibosses in before, big and empty besides the entity. And I…I wanted it gone. I didn’t want to look at it anymore. It was just…too much like me. So I drew my sword and I slashed at it, but when I did, it mirrored me, exactly.” He motioned towards his abdomen. “That’s how I got cut.”

Sheik sucked air through his teeth and winced in sympathy, but said nothing, letting Link take the space he needed to continue. 

“I kept trying to attack it, but I was scared. I didn’t want to get hurt. It was just as good as me, and I didn’t know how it was doing that…and as I got more scared, it got more…sad. I could see its eyes. They were so…” Link stiffened in remembrance. “It…pitied me.”

Hesitantly, Sheik reached out and patted Link’s knee in comfort. Link gave him a wan smile, but dropped it again almost immediately.

“Eventually I stopped. And it stopped too. And it started…talking.”

At this, Sheik couldn’t hold back anymore. “Talking? What did it say?”

Link flinched back at his volume, and bit his lip. “It said. It, um. It said.” He paused, and Sheik saw the sobs building again, the jolts of his diaphragm beneath his tunic. “It said that I couldn’t defeat it. And I got mad, and I told it, I told it ‘How dare you!’. All righteous. And it saw right through me. It…it took my hand. I saw its hand around mine, but I couldn’t feel it.”

Sheik could picture it. The shadowy grasp around Link’s own, thunderclouds obscuring the sun. The alarm and fear Link must have felt, when most every touch he ever experienced was intended to hurt. Sheik’s heart ached for him. 

“It said it knew me, because–because it was me. And it said that I could never defeat this part of me.” A thick sob snapped Link’s voice like a twig, and when he spoke again, it was in a croaking whisper that made Sheik lean in closer to be able to hear properly. “I thought I’d failed. I thought I was going to die, that it was going to kill me. Because, because that’s what defeat means!” 

Sheik swayed back in alarm at Link’s sudden shout, at the dried-blood panic encrusting his expression. Link flinched immediately as well, and crumpled again, chest caving in and shoulders slumping.

“And then…it touched my face. And it told me that I needed to ‘realize why I’m here’. Well, I didn’t know what to say to that, and I told it so. I said that I was there because of Ruto. Because she needs help. I said I was there for—for you, because you said I needed to do this. I said I was there because of duty and fate and all those things Rauru said. I said I was there because of Zelda.”

Sheik kept his face stone-still, but inside was sent reeling, as if pitched from a cliff into the void. The first time his old name had been used around him in years, and it was in—what even kind of context was this? Did Link resent him? Hate him? He must, to keep Zelda in the same company as duty and fate.

…It didn’t matter. Bury the feeling, bury the guilt. Bury it beside Zelda in the grave she needed to stay in, until she was needed once again. Right now, Link was the important one. 

“It wouldn’t tell me what it thought. It just begged me to–to keep trying. It sounded so desperate, as if it was hurting even more than me. And then it…it just melted away. Into me.”

“Into you? Nayru’s love, Link, are you alright?”

He nodded miserably. “It didn’t hurt. I just…felt cold. And I just…all at once…” Link made a motion with his hands resembling a storm and a spiral in one. “I couldn’t stay there anymore. I had to get out. So I…came here.” He cast bloodshot eyes in Sheik’s direction. “I’m glad you���re here.”

“Me too,” Sheik whispered. And for the first time since he was eleven…he reached out and took someone’s hand.

The comfort ached like too much sugar in the center of a molar, but he clung on for Link’s sake, as he squeezed Sheik’s hand so tightly the bones ground together. They sat in heartbroken silence: the boy who had to grow up too fast, and the boy who had forced it upon him.

“Link?” Sheik whispered, after what could’ve been one minute or one hour.

Link wiped away another trickling tear with his free sleeve. “Hm?”

“I don’t know if this is what the—what your shadow meant. But…I think…I want to say…” He trailed off, frustrated. “There’s no good way to say it, so just—Link, you don’t need to defeat the part of you that’s scared and sad and angry. You don’t exist to fix the messes other people made. You exist to be happy. To take in the enchantment of every moment. To be able to take time and heal when something hurts you. And I, I’m so fucking sorry that you don’t even know you can do that. No one should grow up thinking that life exists just to hurt.”

Link had gone wide-eyed at Sheik’s swearing, but as tears of Sheik’s own welled from red that had stayed dry for so long, they rounded further into shock. Sheik wanted to scrub away the liquid vulnerability tracking down his face, to pretend it had never happened, but…it wouldn’t be right. Somehow, tonight, they were both tearing holes in their personas, exposing the feelings underneath the masks. And Sheik couldn’t bare everything to Link the way Link had to Sheik, even if he wanted to, so…the least he could give him in return was his throbbing heart.

Link blinked those wide eyes at last, and his long lashes glistened in the moonlight with new wetness. “Now why are you crying?” he teased brokenly. The words fought through a throat bubbling with mucus. 

“Because I’ve never related more to anything or anyone before,” Sheik whispered. He squeezed Link’s hand in his own, gently. 

They both deserved enchantment. It was the cruelest trick of the gods that all they could manage was shattered fragments of honesty under the cold light of the moon. 

Link reached his free hand behind Sheik, and despite the slowness of the motion, he had to remind himself not to jump or wrestle or cut down. But Link’s touch never landed on Sheik’s back or shoulder. Instead, it lightly patted the golden harp strapped to Sheik’s back. 

“Could you play something for me?” He bit his lip. “Just until morning comes. I don’t think it’s far off now.”

Somehow, he was right. While they had cried together, the moon had quickened its descent towards the western horizon, and the croaking of the last surviving frogs in the muddy puddle that had been Lake Hylia had traded out for the melodic calls of the earliest songbirds. 

He unslung the harp and strummed the strings. “I’ll play for you as long as you want.”

And Sheik would. Fuck the temple, fuck the timeline, fuck the shallow poetic beauty of shooting an arrow into the sun that Sheik had planned for Link. They’d get to it all when they were ready. For the rest of tonight, they didn’t have to be. 

He played, and the stars faded. He played, and Link’s head became a warm, sticky weight in his lap as he finally collapsed into sleep. He played, and the red flush of dawn finally freed them of their moonlight blues.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

to father-in-law 9/7/23

You said something about having Ben train Fi to sing with his guitar. All three of the kids are able to sing this song together. They all did it at once one time and it sounded like an angel choir. (Link to Goodnight My Angel by Billy Joel.)

Music is a healing thing.

Theo might sing it for you a night he comes over!

This is also one of Theo's favorite songs.

I sing it in the shower every day as a prayer to my own well designed pantheon of divinity. But Venus loved war just as much as she loved beauty and peace. Your son has some outdated software in his subconscious that needs redirection when it comes to how you treat a woman you love and respect.

My Phoebus is now Apollo.

And like Daphne I will make like a tree shake off the mantle of your name that I accepted like the rotting leaves of a dying tree.

I am Andromeda and Perseus is getting too damn close to the sun.

Pegasus has bucked off plenty of Princes.

Raja has eaten their underwear.

Aphrodite was born from the old man of the sea being made into a ennuch. Sea foam.

I'm thinking in mythology these days, Zeus.

I can be the headache you'll never forget.

Or your adoring daughter.

But like Diana I will turn men who scorn me into the stags their dogs devour.

I think I'm telling you this because I love you and your family.

But it hurts too much.

And I've been here too many times.

And part of me is dying.

And I have risen back from the dead far too many times to fear death.

My given name is Mckeag, our motto is to neither dread nor yearn for the final day.

That's not my name either.

I'm still looking for it.

I hate to use a story you trusted me with to... illustrate a negative thing.

That's my broken heart talking.

But you told me when you went deaf, you didn't learn how to read sign language. I can't begin to understand the grief that comes with losing your sense of hearing.

You value music so much.

You're rough, but you're a secret music box like me.

The mother in me, the gypsy in me, the woman who has been fucked by guys your age since I was three (literally and can recall each memory in cold detail, by the way.)

Shirley Temple syndrome.

But my hero was also Gilda.

Anyways, as a woman who has had to fight for every damn good thing in her life....

I heard the man that stands of law in the place of Father

"When I lost my hearing I chose to become blind."

"My wife and children learned a new language to keep me connected to the family, but I chose not to learn it for myself."

And it's a pattern I can't rise above in this relationship with your son.

I don't like bad boys.

And he will regret me forever.

Trust me, I already have one dude who did the same shit finally treating me with respect a decade after bearing his children.

They say Danae, my soul ancestor, was cast out to sea by her father who learned that her son would become more magnificent than he.

Fear of the gods.

But as humans, don't we wish that our legacy be more magnificent?

Maybe not. I don't know. I've always thought differently than everyone else.

And I've paid for it with a body broken by hands that never thought I had value.

So if this is our last convo bc I've been too disrespectful.

(which is valid. I've said nasty things and made even uglier metaphors.)

But I need to express to you everything I feel at this crossroads.

And I promise with all my heart and soul that I had to build myself...

that I will never speak against your family or the members of the name in a public way with this kind of reckless talk.

Even if I'm not under your banner, or your protective shade, I will respect you as Theo's grandfather.

I just think that's important to state things clearly before anything starts getting tense or emotional.

Again, sorry for the unpleasantness. I've been very angry for a few days now and managing it well... but my period is coming.

When I'm bleeding it's more difficult to channel my rage in a polite way and I wanted to express it before gasoline is poured on the fire. Maybe more than you want to know, but I like my sincerity to be detailed.

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Speak Now Taylor's Version Thoughts!!!

dude this post is longgggg

Mine TV:

Mine stolen version has been my favorite song recently so I'm really excited!

AHHHHHHH 20 SECONDS!!!

this is like better than Christmas to me

it's just the "ah-ah-ah-ah"s and I'm already crying

she sounds so much more grown up 🥹

I want you to know that I'm actually crying rn

I only just realized that SNTV is almost 2hrs long... it's ten now and I have to be up at six....

Sparks Fly TV:

awwww Sparks Fly's canvas is her singing it in Nashville 💜

the country twang 🥹😭

fun fact: this song makes me think of dean winchester

I would meet her in the pouring rain literally any day of the week

omg I just saw the SNTV post and she looks so pretty

Back To December TV:

I love this song so much

I can definitely hear the differences a lot more in this one

BRB crying

somehow this one sounds even more regretful than the original

there's a lot less of the orchestral strings which I'm kinda sad about

I'm sorry, her little voice shake on understand???? I'm sobbing

yeah there's def more guitar

Speak Now TV:

omg title track time bby

her vocals have matured so much 🥹

it almost sounds like 19yo taylor is doing backing vocals in the chorus

she didn't do the giggle??

Ok she's forgiven, somehow the bridge got better

nvm I thought the giggle was in a different spot, it's still there

Dear John TV:

side-eyes john mayer

tears just tears 😭😭

the way she says "I should've know" I'm bawling

I literally blacked out for that entire song

Mean TV:

dancing to the little banjo moment while still crying from dear John lol

she sounds so petty at the bridge lmfaoooo

The Story Of Us TV:

I wonder if she's gonna keep "next chapter" and "the end"

omfg she did!!! she sounds so good!!!!

pop-rock is where she shines

I love the guitar solo so fucking much

I love her "the end" so much

Never Grow Up TV:

this one is gonna make me ugly cry

the bridge is gonna kill me

I literally curled up in a ball and cried for the entire song

Enchanted TV:

I really hope we get more speak now on the setlist now that Taylor's version is out

the amount of joy the TV of this song gives me is indescribable

nearly bridge time

*the woman was too stunned to speak*

it's so good guys

Better Than Revenge TV:

omfg the intro is so so good

I don't mind the lyric change, I understand that it didnt reflect current taylor anymore

also it fits really well

altho I saw someone say that it was a fountain pen line in a gel pen song and I do agree

Innocent TV:

I made it to the first chorus before I started crying lol

I want you to know that I am fighting to get through this album for you guys, I am so so so tired

Haunted TV:

this one I'm really excited for

omg the echoing????

it's giving dark cave in the forest while it's raining vibes

the "I know" repetion?!?!?!

she sounds so angry in the last chorus and I love it

Last Kiss TV:

not one of my faves from the original SN so this is gonna be hard for me to get through this tired

yeah I zoned out for that entire song lol

Long Live TV:

I'm gonna cry (I actually didn't, idk how)

I want a long Live tattoo

I think this will really cement that

I can't get one yet because of reasons but by god do I want one

this song holds such a special place in my heart cause I associate it so much with my friends

Ours TV:

I think I've listened to the stolen version of this song like twice??

tbh I love the chorus but the rest of this song is kinda meh to me

Superman TV:

same category as ours

not my fave

Electric Touch feat. FOB TV FTV:

I need this song injected into my veins, oh my lord

taylor and Patrick sound so fucking good together

again like I blacked out for this song lol

When Emma Falls In Love TV FTV:

a piano moment??

it's giving folklore

"jokes about the ways this one could go wrong" me

"little miss sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain" ow

now I wanna know who Emma is

"takes on the pain and bears it on her own" again ow

🥹😭😭

I Can See You TV FTV:

I have heard a little about this one but all I know is that it's so it goes and dress's raunchier older sister

synths??!?!

omg this was written in 2010?????????? miss girl????

"up against the wall with me" 👀😳, taylor-- what?

I did not know she had this in her, holy shit

ok I def know why this wasn't on the original

"jacket on the floor" girl 😳

"start behaving myself" what the actual fuck?!?!!

I'm gonna need some time to process this lol

Castles Crumbling feat Hayley Williams TV FTV:

oh this is gonna hurt isn't it

I'm 20 seconds in and I know this is gonna hurt

this fuckin hurts

again, I blacked out lol

dude this is how I feel about my family, I went from being the golden child to being hated by my dad's side because I look and act too much like my mom

I only know like two songs by Hayley but her voice fits the song and she sounds great

Foolish One TV FTV:

damn I'm only on the first verse and she did not need to at me like that

god ow

"I will do my best to seem bulletproof" FOR FUCK SAKE TAYLOR JUST CALL THIS SONG SPRITE WHY DONT YOU

😦 -> me the entire time

dude this fucking hurt

the end made me cry 😭

Timeless TV FTV:

it came on while I was in the shower so I don't have any notes besides that it's an adorable song

[iregreteverythingpleasehelpme]

oh my goodness! I did not expect this to blow up so much! Thanks!

Now while i'm here... may as well rate all the gens...

(please note this is just my personal opinion, so don't pay too much mind if you don't agree. Also some of these are pretty biased, so emm... yeah.)

ALSO! I am not rating the remakes in this.

Gen 1(blue/yellow) A classic, the beginning of it all. Pokemon are memorable, gameplay is kinda hard(for me at least haha), I haven't beaten elite four yet cuz I got lost in victory road without an escape rope(I know, I was being stupid). Music is good and probably most memorable, some sprite work is a wee bit wonky but tbh I probably couldn't do much better. Gameplay got a bit boring at times, but I also have literally no attention span. Yellow was probably the best. I liked my lil chonky pikachu. 7/10

Gen 2(gold/crystal): I don't really remember much from my attempted playthrough since it's been a while since i've last played it(note, I didn't get past the 6th gym leader because back when I played it I was kinda lazy so I refused to level up and train my pokemon.), but i'm gonna try to rate it anyway. I like the features they introduced like pokemon breeding, shinies, and the phone(useless but I love it anyway) Good legendaries and characters but I do not like the level scaling(at least I think thats what its called) for the gym leaders, wild pokemon and elite four(even though I didn't beat it, I still tried to do some research). Love the fact they included all of Kanto in the postgame, I wish they would make better postgames for modern games. 6/10

Gen 3(sapphire): The first Pokemon game I played was sapphire! Love the characters, some of the pokemon and the level scaling(or curve? I still can't remember what the correct term is) is pretty good. Sprite work is cute and I like the story. I have not beaten Sapphire yet because a year or so ago my brother deleted my save file(I was at the elite four) and I was pretty bummed so I did not play it for a while, but I recently made a new save and I am going to beat it soon! Right now I am about to fight Winona. Music is definitely second most memorable, absolutely love those trumpet-y bangers of town themes. Love the introduction of pokemon contests, postgame from what I've heard is pretty good too. Hoenn as a region itself is probably a 7.8/10, too much water, but the games themselves? 9/10

Gen 4(platinum): Love these games. First pokemon game I actually beat was platinum. Nice characters, great story, super fun pokemon contests, best legendaries by far, fun, good postgame and something I have not seen in a long time(personally) in pokemon, MEMORABLE BATTLES! I will never forget that final moment in battle when I finally had made it, and beat Cynthia. I was shaking, after grinding for hours and so many failed attempts at beating the elite four, after hearing that intimidating theme song, I will always remember it! I will also remember the battle against Giratina, I had bought over 100 ultra balls for that battle(I wanted the masterball for a post game legendary) and It took many resets before I could catch her. But it was amazing! Gen 4 has some of the best games(especially hggs, but i'm not going over that today)so i'm rating it... 10/10

Gen 5: I have not played much of gen 5 since I am waiting until I get a physical copy before I go more into it(I tried an emulator, but playing the real games always hits different), so I will update once my copy has arrived(It's in the mail!) and I have beaten it. However, from what I have seen and heard about it, it seems amazing. I am automatically giving it a high rating because I love the character design, lore, agencyshipping, Nintendo DS sprite work(best sprite work in the history of pokemon)N and Pidove. I also enjoyed the black and white pokemon anime when I was younger. 11/10

Gen 6: Haven't played it, I want to someday but I can't find an emulator and I don't own a 2ds or 3ds. All I know about it is it introduced pokemon amie, mega evolutions, was the first 3D pokemon game and apparently had issues with the shared exp system(just from what my friends have told me). I was a huge fan of the X and Y anime when I was younger and me and my siblings would pretend to be ash and other trainers from it haha. I like the pokespe arc though, pretty good. Since I haven't played X or Y, I am gonna base this off how much I enjoyed the anime when I was younger and how much I like the pokespe arc. 8/10

Gen 7: Haven't played it either but I really want to, unfortunately until find a way to emulate it somewhere or afford a 3ds, I won't be able to play it. I like some of the pokemon and character designs. It looks like fun, but I also will be rating this based off the anime since I know nothing about it. 5/10 only because when I was younger I was disgusted by the anime. The games look really good though. Hope I can play one of them someday!

Gen 8(sword): Thank goodness im almost done. For me I liked the graphics, and that I could change my characters clothes. Sword was the first 3D pokemon game i played. I thought the 3D aspect was cool, me and my family loved the fact Galar is based off Scotland(we are scottish), however the champion battle kinda disappointed me. Leon was kinda hyped up a bit too much considering I one-shot most of his team. The battles leading up to him weren't really challenging either, and especially since after just finishing platinum, sword really felt like a walk in the park. It was a nice walk in the park though, I enjoyed it. I really liked the camping feature and that I could make curry. I was so very disappointed by the post game though. There's some stuff to do, but unless you enjoy something like pokemon breeding or competitive battling then there's not much to do other than get some more legendaries, buy stuff and complete your pokedex(unless you have the dlc.) Overall, 7/10. Lots of stupid memes and headcanons came out of swsh so...

Gen 9(scarlet): Scarlet was good, could have been so much better though. I like the open world feature, but the fps is so low I feel like i am trying to run a minecraft server on an N64, but slower.(sorry that might have been a little too harsh,) Nintendo literally released a half finished game. I love the concept. I do not like the execution. Also, the textures for the mountains look like they are just copy pasted out of ocarina of time or something. They also should have made the gym leaders not in a specific order? Like if its open world, shouldn't they not have a specific order?? I had no idea about this when first played and I ended up fighting the 4th gym leader first, 8th gym leader sixth and 1st gym leader last. I forget about the rest, but it's kinda funny imagining me walking in with my level 60+ team going into this poor little bug gym and sweeping the leader. Despite all this, the main problem with scarlet and violet are the battles, they are not really memorable, or significant, like I don't really get this warm feeling of satisfaction and pride thinking about when I beat scarlet, not like the feeling I get thinking about the battles in Sapphire or Platinum. Even Sword had more satisfactory and strugglesome battles than scarlet. I would talk about Geeta being too weak and too hyped up throughout the game(I one shot half her team), but everybody has already heard all of the Geeta slander by now, so i'm just going to end it by saying, post game was better than sword, still a little eh without the dlc but relatively good, and my favourite part of scarlet is that I can make the most horrific sandwiches known to mankind in this game. All that being said, I really liked scarlet, I just think Game Freak needs to stop rushing pokemon games and releasing them half finished. I am willing to wait another year as long as it's done(also, it gives Hidenori Kusaka and Satoshi Yamamoto more time to work on new pokespe chapters!! Give them a break, they just got back off hiatus, don't rush them!) For scarlet, i'll give it a 7/10. Only because I don't want this game only to be remembered by poor graphics, but by the horrific sandwiches i made, so i am removing the graphics and low fps from my final rating(however the Geeta battle did take it down from 8 point to 7. I'm sorry but she's so disappointing.

TLDR, Gen 5, 4 and 3 are my favourites.

[bluesandboos]

HI THAT ANON WAS ME i have no idea why i sent it on anon actually 😭

I LOVE the long posts so this will probably be long as well <3 waking up to muchachos sounds like the best thing ever omg DONT APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR SCREAMING I WAS DOING THE SAME AT HOME OMG i kept seeing videos of people at those screens, i cant imagine what it was like to actually be there 😭 the baby in front of you sleeping through the whole thing 😭❤️

i have no memories period of di maria's goal i was literally floating my way through that match and i will NEVER sit through it fully again (except certain parts obv)

that song's this one! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTnRlJTusME it's prob my favorite tbh it's just so catchy!!

I literally don't remember that save either, everyone was talking about it afterwards but my hands were literally still shaking from the match in general, i saw it on instagram. i don't even remember most of the shootout but SOMOS TODOS MONTIEL I DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANT AND IT STILL GAVE ME CHILLS THE FIRST TIME I HEARD IT

going to gardens and getting only honking sounds about right and a very specific, but no less valid vibe of its own 👍 literally every time i see pictures or videos of the celebrations, even now, i am in actual awe over the amount of people that turned out and celebrated (obviously lol) before the parade even and even more during it!! someone told me the dibu burger is actually super good, im genuinely dying to try it it looks great 😭 that image is so funny though, argentina won the wc and people are lining up to buy the dibu's burger as they should!! the store owners were either worried about crowds or they shut down to go celebrate themselves lbr 💀

the newspaper!!! gloria eterna thats beautiful stuff!!!! and the goat chips omg, pls dont apologize i am loving the visual aspect of this i've been watching celebration videos non-stop bc i watched so many after they won that its all my instagram recommendations show me anymore. https://mobile.twitter.com/PLF_2008/status/1606926273833467905 this is my favorite <3

i'm so glad you had fun it seems like such a surreal experience and thank you so much for these answers and videos!!!!❤️

OMG HI HI HI thank you for enjoying my rambles <3333 it was so nice to go through it all again, ugh i miss it so much

the baby was built different. i KNOW he's gonna hear it when he gets older about how he fell asleep during the 2022 wc final when argentina became campion del mundo. literally the greatest match of all time and he knocked.

di maria's goal, once i re-watched the highlights and actually registered what was happening, is literally the sexiest thing i've ever seen. the loss of possession, the build up, the quick passes. A TEAM GOAL FR. but whenever i re-watch highlights i can only watch argentina's goals. i have to fast-forward through the penalties that france gets and mbappe's goal; it upsets me too much lmao

also after di maria's goal, people were chanting his name and the camera's were showing how he was crying after he scored and i was just so happy for him <333 also afterwards, I read this article (https://www.theplayerstribune.com/articles/angel-di-maria-argentina-english) and it just made me even more happy that he got a goal in a wc final + won the wc.

ole ole ola is a BANGER omg argentines only coming up with bangers confirmed ty for the link :))

i ended up getting a dibu burger at the airport!!! 10/10 would eat again, my man dibu only comes out with quality content, on and off the pitch.

ppl were wasted af lmao one drunk man came up to my dad (who does not speak a lick of spanish) and was literally in tears trying to hug him and my dad was just like "sir, it's okay, you won, it's okay" (in english, mind you)

for real though, i legit think about how lucky i was to be there and experience it all every single day. and i get a nice reminder every day because my social media is ALSO ALL FOOTBALL now. my tiktok for you page still shows me edits ("the little boy from rosario" lives rent free in my head) and i obviously have to watch every time. although i can't re-watch the 120' minute save because it literally gives me anxiety that it's going to go in this time (even though it's literally over).

that tweet omg :))) im just so happy not only for the players but for the PEOPLE, the way that they loved that team and suffered through all the finals and losses. no one else deserved it more. i love seeing the abuelas dancing in the street and the songs about them- makes me so happy :)

it was so surreal. top memory of life. thank you again for asking and sitting through my rambles and content dump <3

[listentowings]

thoughts on day 2 of 80's flash

after spending exactly 10 hours yesterday listening to this sonos 80's station, i have some observations and thoughts. i like the way it's programmed, however it is indeed not human-curated. i researched to find out that it is literally a collection of jams played on random as soon as the customer presses the play button on any radio station. not as sexy as the possibility of actual humans carefully placing these gems next to each other, but still an enjoyable listen.

what's especially cool about this as opposed to all other streaming venues i've listened to 80's from is there is a fuckton of variety in subgenre. i am lovvvvvvinnnn it. getting exposed to really good ones that i've never heard across the board in all the little nooks & crannies. the bots play debbie gibson shake your love, then queen latifah ladies first and then they play the gnar, dude-fueled girls girls girls hairband stuff that i don't exactly care for as much (but am still enjoying the change of flav!), and then peek a boo by siouxsie sioux all together in a set and it doesn't sound bad.

what's crazy is there are no radio stations on earth that would allow you to program like this that you would get paid actual money to do. here's the exception: you're a program director or other paid employee at a community radio station and you also host a radio show and that radio show is 2 hours of 80's deep cuts and your radio show happens to fall during working hours, thus getting paid to do that work. otherwise, no. there are no 80's public radio stations. there's only 80's commercial radio stations that keep karma chameleon, wake me up before you go-go, heaven is a place on earth, don't you forget about me, and i've had the time of my life on mind-numbingly loop (sidetone: i personally love those songs). there's no variety in the commercial stations that's why they suck, but it also sucks that a job to do that - program the enjoyable jams - is scarce as f.

even though it is indeed bots djing on sonos, i'd like to think an actual human had to choose all of those songs and dump them in the big jams factory that spits out all the sick ass playlists, right? one can hope......

[vigilvntes]

Be Good For Me - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Im so sorry for whatever the hell this is i don't know what came over me no i am not ok do not ask i've just been thinking about him all day so uh . yeah. this has been in the drafts for a while but i just decided to finish it today so </3

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT JUST PURE UNAPOLOGETIC FILFTH HONESTLY, use of restrains/being tied up, thigh-riding, orgasm denial, hand-jobs, vaginal sex, dirty talk, sub!adrian :)

Word Count: 2.2k

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Adrian's cock was rock hard, probably harder than it had ever been before. His wrists were tied to the bedposts (the restraints not too tight, but tight enough to ensure that he couldn't just slip himself out of them), his legs spread wide for you as he awaited your return. Shaking, sweat glistening on his skin, his face contorting in a pained pleasure as he bucked his hips into the empty space.

If he listened closely enough, he could hear you singing along to a catchy pop song in the kitchen. He imagined that you were dancing around, a smirk on your lips as you thought about your boyfriend, alone and tied up in your room, his cock vieny and angry and desperate for you to relieve him.

That thought alone was enough to illicit a whine from his throat.

Adrian knew what he signed up for when he agreed to let you restrain him. Truthfully, it was something he had fantasised about. Sure, he liked to be in control sometimes, but there was nothing more he loved than to submit.

He just never expected you to be this ruthless.

You had been pushing him to edge for the best part of an hour, only to pull away completely at the last second and leave him writhing and desperate for more.

This time, you had been gone for almost ten minutes, and it was killing him. He was so desperately horny, and he was getting pretty fucking pissed off about it as the minutes ticked by agonisingly slow.

"Fuck!" He spat out, glancing down at his cock. The tip was swollen and leaking with precum.

Only a moment later, he heard your footsteps coming down the hallway. You pushed the bedroom door open, leaning against the side frame, a mug in your hands. You wore only a button-up shirt you had stole from his drawer. "Did you say something?" You asked casually.

"I..." All words were lost on him. "No." He answered finally

"That's funny, because I thought you did." You raised your eyebrows at him, your features breaking out into a grin when you saw his eyes flick between the your face and the mug in your hands. "Oh, it's coffee." You replied, lifting the mug. "I would have made some for you but you... y'know, kinda have your hands tied." Oops. You couldn't resist. The look he gave you was deadly, but what the fuck could he do about it? His hands were literally tied.

You raised the mug up to your lips, taking a sip of your coffee, smirking when you heard a groan come from his throat, his eyes now firmly trained on the shirt which had ridden up your thighs.

You gave him a sweet smile, "Oh, just look at you, baby. You look so sweet like this. I wish you could see yourself." You mumbled, making your way over to the bed, placing your mug down on the nightstand.

You stood over him, reaching down to push his hair away from his forehead, smirking when he glanced up at you, his eyes filled with hope.

So, he tried his luck. "Please. Please touch me. P-please... I can't... I need you to touch me. I've been so good for you." His tone was frantic, a pitch higher as he desperately tried to plead his case.

He truly did look so cute like this, that much you couldn't deny. He was a beautiful boy anyway, but there was just something about seeing him all tied up, pupils dilated and lips agape as he begged you that made him all the more pretty.

You chewed on your bottom lip, your gaze glancing down to his cock, swollen and hard and waiting for you to bring him to his release. Surely it wouldn't hurt to touch him, just for a minute.

"Well... you are being so good for me. So patient..." You whispered, climbing on the bed, moving to straddle his waist, sitting yourself just above his cock. "Tell me what you want from me." You demanded, your hands running up his toned chest.

"I just want you to touch me. Just touch me. I just need to feel you. Fuck! Please!" He begged in that whiny voice.

"You want me to touch you?" You spat into your hand and reached around slowly. "You want me to touch you... here?" You asked sweetly, your fingers now wrapped around the base of his cock, his hips bucking up into your touch instinctively.

"Yes! Fuck-... Yes, please." He corrected himself quickly, knowing he wouldn't get anything from you if he wasn't polite about it.

"Such a good boy." You mumbled, your thumb rubbing circles on his chest as your other hand remained stationary on his cock. You could see he was desperate to move, desperate for any kind of friction. So, you relented. "Okay. I'll touch you. But you have to promise to be good. Don't cum until I say you can, do you understand?"

Adrian let out a low hum, but it wasn't enough. You needed an answer. "Adrian... do you understand?" You repeated, a warning in your voice.

"Yes." He panted out, squeezing his eyes closed.

"Good."

You began fisting his cock, slow and steady, watching his every movement as you pump your hand up and down. You keep track of his reactions. The way his eyes screw shut, the way his brows furrow together when you run your thumb across the head of his cock. The way his jaw clenches and his breathing starts to sound more like panting right before he cums.

He looked fucking beautiful like this, completely at your mercy. It took everything in you to not just allow him to cum there and then, just so you could watch every single twitch of his lips and every expression that flashed on his features as he came.

But you weren't about to allow yourself to break so easily.

You pulled your hand away at the last moment.

"Fff- Oh, fuck. No. No. Please. Come back. Please." His hips met the air, wrists tugging against the restraints as he searched for that last bit of friction to push him over the edge. He moaned and whined, his legs shaking, writhing underneath you, a plea for you to give him anything more.

"You were about to cum." You stated simply.

"N-No... I wasn't!" He protested weakly, still panting under you.

"Don't lie to me. You were about to cum. I told you that you weren't allowed to do that until I said so, didn't I?"

"Y-yes! You said that!" He spat. Oh, he was seething. He had gotten so close, so close to just letting go and cumming in your hand. He didn't care about the consequences anymore. Whatever you dished out afterwards, he was prepared to take.

"Watch your fucking tone." You scolded.

You moved to stand up then, but a strangled whine from his throat caught your attention. You looked down at him, eyebrows raised, daring him to speak. And he did. "Fuck... No... Please don't go. P-please don't leave me here again. Fuck. You're so beautiful. You're so pretty. I want you to stay here. I wanna look at you. I wanna see you cum. Please... Just- Fffuck--.... use me. Just don't leave. Not again."

"You want me to use you to make myself cum?" You let a slight smile grace your lips as he nodded quickly, mumbling, "Fuck. You're lucky you're so cute..." as you inched down his body (not missing how his eyes flickered down to the wet patch you had left on his lower stomach) eventually settling on his thick thigh. Your legs were situation on either side, and your hot, sopping cunt was pressed against his skin.

You began to grind your hips, pressing your cunt down against his thigh. One hand slipped up to your shirt, popping the buttons open slowly until your chest was exposed to him.

Adrian just watched you quietly with hooded eyes and parted lips, almost in awe of you as you rode his thigh. He watched the way your breasts bounced as you rolled your hips against, the way you let quiet moans slip through your lips whenever your clit brushed against his skin.

You leaned forward, angling yourself in a way that meant your clit was pressed firmly against his skin. He was being so good for you, so patient and pretty and perfect, watching you fuck yourself on his thigh. You couldn't help but breathe out a laugh when he let out a yelp as your fingers curled around his cock unexpectedly, stroking languidly, keeping in time with your own movements.

The pressure on your clit was delicious, and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. His quiet moans and whimpers, his hips bucking up to meet your fist, only spurred you on, urged you to grind your hips down faster against him, watching him watch you come undone on his thigh, his eyes flickering from your face, your chest and your cunt.

When you came, you came hard. You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, letting out an almost pornographic moan as waves of pleasure ripped through your body. Adrian groaned underneath you, your hand now loosely gripping his cock while you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

Adrian wanted to touch you. He wanted to touch you so bad. It was taking everything in him to not force himself out of the restraints, hold you through your orgasm then fuck you dizzy.

"Oh, fuck..." You panted out, your head tilted back, looking at him through your eyelashes. "That was so fucking good..."

I wouldn't know, he wanted to say, but he kept it to himself. He was sure he had softened you, broke you down. He was sure you would be kind to him now. And he was right.

"Do you wanna cum?" You breathed out, shifting back up until your cunt hovered just above his cock.

"God, yes." Adrian moaned out.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" You inquired. Hell, you were becoming impatient now. You wanted him inside of you.

"I-I don't know... Do you think I deserve to cum?"

"Yeah. I think you've been good for me. So good." You ran your finger across his lip before leaning down, kissing him softly.

Then, you sank down on to his cock. Slowly, slowly, slowly. You sighed in relief at the feeling of your walls stretching out to accommodate him. You loved to tease him, to keep him on the edge, but there was nothing you loved more than feeling him inside of you.

Adrian, on the other hand, was about to lose his fucking mind.

He knew he wouldn't last long, not with your tight cunt squeezing his cock just right. He had been waiting for this all night. Waiting for you to slide yourself on to his cock and fuck him until he came.

"Oh fuck... Fff-... I love this cunt. I love being inside of you. You're so beautiful. So perfect. Treat me so well." He babbled as you sat still on his cock, "So good to me. My perfect princess. Looking after me so well. F-fuck... Please... Let me cum. Wanna cum inside this sweet pussy."

A few rolls of your hips and he was cumming inside of you. He remained quiet at first, and you watched his face twist, his neck straining, eyes squeezed shut until he let out a guttural moan from the back of his throat. It wasn't long until he was bucking his hips into you, cursing and pulling at the restraints, moaning your name along with 'i love you's' and 'thankyou's' as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside of you.

You pressed your lips against his as he rode out his orgasm, mumbling that he was your good boy and you loved him and that he had been so, so good for you.

Reaching up, you tugged the restraints loose, allowing his hands to roam freely once again. He wrapped his arms around your body, clutching you tight against him, whimpering against your shoulder while you peppered kisses on his cheeks, forehead and nose.

"You good?" You whispered, sitting up once his whimpered moans had died down and his breathing had settled. He was still inside of you, still rock hard, though you weren't surprised since you had had him on the edge for almost an hour.

Adrian glanced up at you then, a dazed and lazy (yet still shit-eating) grin on his lips. "Fuck yeah. Never been better. Ready to go again, actually."

You raised your eyebrows, but not in shock or disbelief. More because you expected that response from Adrian. "You wanna go again?"

"Fuck yeah, I do."

"You're insatiable." You mumbled, leaning down to press your lips against his, his hand coming up to cup your face. You had planned on running him a hot bath, making him a cup of coffee and cuddling up to him with a shitty Netflix horror movie, but Adrian's plans differed wildly from your own.

"Hey, can I fuck you this time?" He asked excitedly, sitting himself up against the bed frame.

"....Fine."

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[livvyofthelake]

welcome to new york- ok tda is not the new york series so we’re off to a lame start with making this a tda album. but dru lives in new york now. upstate but like. she can go to the city. anyway this one’s about clary

blank space- kind of an unblorboifiable song but i'll do my best. this happened to kit in his head. he thinks everyone hates him and he's constantly creating this counternarrative in his mind where they're wrong but he does NOT understand that people literally think he's just a sad kid. but i won't say that about taylor swift. ......

style- well obviously clace we’ve seen helena's amv. on the other hand. this song is also about jules and emma. they are never going out of style. when i was 14 i read lady midnight for the first time and i loved it so much i put a jules quote on my bedroom wall and it is still there… and i still am acting weird about those guys!! they will not go out of style!! they will always be famous!!!

out of the woods- ummmm your necklace hanging from my neck. i don’t wanna talk about it. i feel like you've already heard this from me many a time so we don't have to get into it. also sidenote i don't like the bridge in the new version. not nearly as like. biting....

all you had to do was stay- again you've heard this from me before... this happened to my guys! you had me in the palm of your hand then why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in... hey now you say you want it back now that it's just too late.... "when are you going to forgive me"....... ok.

shake it off- well basically this happened to emma. she is SHAKING it off.... always. haters are gonna hate.... i'm just gonna shake it off.... ok well emma is actually quite notorious for not being able to shake things off. girl hellbent on a revenge mission. but well she does her best ok give her a break

i wish you would- ty core...... whatever. i'm trying to be normaler about those guys so i won't get into it

bad blood- literally jules. and um. i don't think i can say that helena do you know the twist bad guy in lady midnight am i allowed to say it i don't wanna say it if you don't know i've been trying to be vauge on this matter so i don't ruin it for you.... anyway. i won't say anything. but jules is so bad blood core... he's crazy fr

wildest dreams- emma and jules at the end of lord of shadows when redacted was going to happen. which of course did not end up happening. but well it worked out!

how you get the girl- livvy would love this song..... she is sooo girl who is obsessed with the concept of romance... to me...

this love- crazy song for tda just in general. i'll be nice to kieran for one second rn and say this one's for him. i don't actually hate kieran as much as i say i do but i do NOT like him and i do not ever spend time thinking about him because he is annoying and makes me mad. but ok he kinda freaked it in some places in lady midnight.

i know places- dyke ass song. happened to emma and jules! i still hate the new i's in here like taylor what is this... however the new "and we run" is just crazy seriosuly. anyway. when you have to hide your relationship from everyone because it's technically illegal and realistically dangerous because you're parabatai... (and you're lesbians....)

clean- cristina core serisouly. fuck you diego rosales.... i'm kidding man we're cool now i like you. but also like fuck you for what you did to my friend cristina even though like technically it was a misunderstanding but like still. anyway cristina is fine <3

wonderland- happened to my buddy kit fr. again i'm trying to be normaler about those guys so i won't get too into it. but well. didn't they us don't rush into things didn't you flash your green eyes at me haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds didn't it all seem new and exciting i felt your arms twisting around me i should've slept with one eye open at night we found wonderland you and i got lost in it and we pretended it could last forever. me when i help my friend with necromancy because he is like. dangerously mentally unstable and i think i can fix him. and i'm 15.

you are in love- emma when she thinks about clary and jace fr...

new romantics- jules…. he could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at him….

slut!- i’m gonna be so real and say this song is so goddamn midnights i can’t listen to it without thinking “omg morgana”. like are we sure this is a 1989 song. this is a midnights song. like. anyway that’s my truth. i guess we could say it’s about emma if we really want to stay on theme but. this is a midnights song and it’s about morgana.... sure ok emma whatever. also i’m gonna be real and tell you all i’ve listened to this song specifically about a hundred times since it came out like i’ve been playing her ass on repeat trying to decide if i like it or not. idk but i do know i am enamored with it. again this is kinda how i felt about midnights. also this song has been huge for the tiktok edit community but i won’t discuss that

say don't go- i’ve said this already but well this did happen to kit. it did for actually real happen to him... he said "i love you" and uh... ty said nothing back.... and then he moved to england...

now that we don't talk- well. kit.

suburban legends- if i say livvy core will you all Understand. not so much in a “this happened to her” way. because crucially her ass has never had a romantic interest. unless we count thule which i can’t because that will make me insane. but in the sense that the song is about a doomed relationship where the narrator knows that she’s going to let this person ruin her. also this song again gives midnights to me but to a lesser extent than slut. jack antonoff you need to step away from taylor swift’s recording studio. anyway. livvy. imagine if this song was not about a romantic relationship but rather a girl and her freak twin brother. and their pet orphan. who did in fact kiss her in a way that screwed her up forever. when you truly consider the events and their implications.

is it over now?- i. don't know if i like this song first of all. hm. i'm divided. anyway. this didn't really happen to any of my buddies but i guess i'll say it's a kit song anyway. but he wasn't cheated on, something much stranger was happening. in another way we could say it's about cristina. but that barely makes any sense. in another way this happened to jace. perhaps in the most real way, this happened to some totally different guys who i won't speak about at this time. we'll just say this song has been huge for the tiktok edits community. anyway. yeah idk if i like this song. do i like this song? do you guys like this song? swifties i know we as a collective are meant to like this one a lot i know it's been the popular one amongst the masses but like. do we LIKE it, or are the crazy swifties just freaking out because it's about harry styles cheating on her maybe. actually speaking of taylor and harry. why hasn't anyone been talking about the vehicular manslaughter during this 1989 tv era.... lyric from this exact song: "red blood, white snow" they killed somebody fr...... anyway.

1989 taylor’s version as a tda concept album but mostly kit because well obviously the album about the worst situationship of your life is a kit album. that happened to him. anyway post coming soon stay tuned:

[the-modern-typewriter]

First off I ADORE your blog. It’s amazing and filled with good ideas. Secondly could you do a snippet of two super villains, one who’s just figuring out the other is living in bad conditions and is refusing help? Thanks and keep writing you brilliant writer

The door to their flat was open. The villain edged forward, jaw clenched, and almost hoped that whatever scumbag had tried to rob them this time was still there. Then they'd have an excuse to do some damage. Practically an invitation.

Someone was there.

Just not who they expected.

"I know we are in a profession stereotypically known for our arrogance, but this..." Nocturne clicked their tongue. "This is something else entirely. They have the audacity to make you pay for this?"

Nocturne was one of the top supervillains in the city, shrouded in mystery as much as the shadows ever present at their fingertips. The air around them felt charged, like it held the strange noise-quiet of a room falling silent at the end of a song, where the very lack of sound became its own tune. They were sitting on the edge of the villain's bed - so, the edge of a mattress on the floor. Somehow, it looked less pathetic when Nocturne did it.

The villain froze in the doorway.

Nocturne's dark gaze pierced through them. "I've packed a bag for you. Do you need anything else?"

"W-what?"

There was a duffel bag resting next to Nocturne's side. With a flick of Nocturne's hand, darkness plucked it up and carried it into the villain's arms.

"Is there anything else in this rotting pit of a health code violation that you want before I demolish it?" Nocturne asked. "I assume you are not particularly attached to the mould."

The villain's mouth felt dry, their brain reeling. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, Night Watch said you'd say that." Nocturne pushed to their feet. "But unlike her, I am more than content to knock you out and physically drag you somewhere with working central heating. We can have a chat about exactly why you are refusing help later."

The villain's face burned with a mixture of shame and fury. Their fists clenched at their sides. The itch to attack rose again, unbidden, but Nocturne wasn't a fight they could win so easily.

"Stay out of my business."

"No."

The villain spluttered. "You can't just say no."

Nocturne raised a brow. The room around them had already been dim due to the electricity going off again, but now it felt like night had crept in, coalescing around the supervillain standing opposite them. It deepened as Nocturne moved closer to them, stopping when they were face to face.

"No," Nocturne said, and there was something to their voice that the villain had never heard before. Nocturne was deadly at the best of times, but cold, distant. That no was not cold. The look in Nocturne's eyes was not cold. It was livid. Livid and...protective?

The villain shivered.

"You don't want to owe me, I get that." Nocturne continued. "I also get that you do not necessarily want your living conditions to be under my power. However, if you stay here, you will die. It is freezing, there's no hot water, and we're not even in the middle of winter yet. I'm pretty sure if you didn't have ice powers, you'd already be dead or dying. Do you understand that?"

"I'm not - it's not -"

"My literal dungeon has better living conditions than this. Night Watch, bless her, has a thing about choices. I don't give a crap about your choices when they mean you get hurt. Do you understand that?"

"I can't just leave," the villain hissed, feeling near tears. "You don't understand."

"Then explain it to me or start walking."

The villain glared at them, and Nocturne stared back, utterly unyielding and without mercy. Certainly no hero, like Night Watch, to care about agency or consent. The silence ticked between them. The villain turned away, hands shaking as they dragged their fingers through their hair with agitation. The grim apartment looked even worse when they could see it through Nocturne's eyes.

"The place belongs to Seven. I -" They didn't want to say it. "I belong to Seven."

If Nocturne was one of the top supervillains in the city, then Seven was the top supervillain in the world. Nocturne stilled in their periphery vision. The room stuttered pitch black for a second.

"They planted me here to infiltrate you," the villain mumbled. "You and the others."

"And you betrayed Seven so now they want to murder you via asbestos in the walls...?" Somehow, Nocturne's voice was still calm, as melodic to the ear as ever even.

"What? No. No." The villain squeezed their eyes shut, feeling sick, and cornered. The villain did not get a lot of the details, but Seven had known that Nocturne would pay attention to a bad home. That they would offer their own sanctuaries up in a heartbeat. "This is a trap, okay? I don't know how, or why, but it's a trap. I'm a trap."

Nocturne stayed silent for a moment. "Okay, so you didn't need to pack anything else?"

"Did you just hear me at all!?"

"Yeah, you're right." Nocturne's shadows dropped the bag. "There's probably a tracker in the toothbrush or something. I'll get you another one."

The villain rounded on them, barely able to breathe. "I can't go with you. I'm not getting you killed because you're trying to - trying to be kind." They hadn't expected that, coming to this city, they hadn't expected Nocturne, but now that they'd met them. Terrifying, glorious, magnificent Nocturne. "Just - respect my choice on this, alright? This is my business." They drew themselves to full height, summoning ice to cling to the already damp room, making both of their breath fog. They channelled the attitude that had made heroes across the world cower. "Back off."

The darkness vanished from the room.

"Alright," Nocturne said. "Alright."

The villain sagged in relief, and disappointment, and too many things. Their bones ached with the thought of curling up alone for another night, and the night after that, and the one after that until Seven realised they had failed their mission and dealt a swift punishment.

"Thanks," the villain began. "I-"

The darkness snapped tight, and lashed out, with a scream of sound and music roaring in the villain's ears.

The villain woke up in Nocturne's home six hours later; warm for the first time that they could remember in a while, a perfectly steaming bowl of broth already waiting to fill the gnawing void in their belly. 

The news said that their old flat block had been completely destroyed, with a swirling screech of shadow left behind, echoing the same words over and over and over.

This is war. This is war. This is war.

[persage]

And I can go anywhere I want (just not home)-Eddie Munson

“There are the two parts of him, fighting: the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity.”

Summary: Eight months after Vena's defeat and Eddie's return as a vampire, you're trying to get your life back and live normally, but nothing can be normal, not if you no longer have Eddie Munson by your side.

-I suck at summaries but I swear the story is better-

Words Count: 6.5K

Tags/ Warnings: [Eddie Munsonx Ex girfriend!Reader] Kas Theory-Mentions of Alcol, Violence, Death. Also Steve, Robin and Nancy shipping hard and being your protectors. 

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You look drained out, you must have dragged his half-dead body trying to keep him safe - a foolish attept 'cause he can feel he is already dying - but even in hell you have the most beautiful and angelic face he's ever seen and he loves you. He really loves you, with every single beating of his tired heart. You are his little heaven in the Upside Down. "See Y/N, it really seems this is my year." He murmurs closing  his eyes, your screams echoing inside his head.

It takes you six months before finally being able to stop crying everytime you hear a song Eddie liked, dream of him or see a long haired man in the crowd only to realize it's not him. The strange feeling of being ripped in half, of missing  something, never goes away though. It has stayed with you since the moment  you have seen your boyfriend being killed in the last attempt to a hero, to stop running away from danger. You can't move on. You don't want to,  you're too scared of forgetting little things about him. So you keep torturing yourself  with memories and it's the only way to survive.

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The first feeling that Eddie recognizes when he wakes up is pain. The next is an overwhelming  burning, flames consuming his entire body form the inside. For a moment he prefers the numbness of death. Taking rapid breaths he slowly sits down, putting  his head on his knees,  looking  aroud like a scared child. He is still there, in this sick world. He thinks he's doing fine, he's managing. Everything hurts and he can't think clearly but he can do it, whatever it is that needs to be done.Then there's a voice suddenly, a scary male voice, but there's nobody  aroud him and he can't understand where it comes from.

"I'm here for you Eddie." Eddie flinches and he understands: this is the voice Chrissy heard on her last moment, Vecna's voice. What a cruel destiny, survive just to be killed by a even worst monster. "Don't ignore me, Eddie."  Eddie covers his ears, terrorized. Just finish me without pain. "I want to help you,  Eddie, you are alone."

"I don't need your help" He screams. "You are in debt. I've given you a second life now you have to do something  for me.  It is a payment, for making you what you are." 

"And what... What am I?" He stutters out, shaking heands in his hair. "Eddie,  you are a soldier  now. My best soldier and I want you to do something  for me. "

"What do you want?"  

"Kill them. Kill them all. Kill Eleven." Eddie screams. Eleven, the girl with superpowers? How could he? How?

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As days go by, he still wanders in the deps of upside-down learning things  about his new body, which is stronger and paler and colder. He still hears Vecna. "You are alone,  I'm all you've got. " His friends have abandoned him. You have left him. The realization hits him hard and he feels the tears gathering again. You have never even returned to take his body home.

"She left you, Eddie."

*

There he is, looking in your eyes without emotion. Ghostly pale. He literally died in your arms, how could he be alive? And this time you are not allucinating, he is here.  You smile, feeling a sudden warmth in your heart, ignoring a bad sensation: something just doesn't feel feel right. A growl rumbles through Eddie's chest as he raises like a wild animal . "He is not himself." Steve says, pain in his voice, holding his side where he’s been hit by Eddie. "No, No. It's him, it really him. Eddie please tell them."  Tears trail down your eyes.  But you are wrong, terribly wrong.

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He is on top of you in an instant, his hands clutching your shoulders with such force that you' re afraid it will shatter them. His eyes aren't the ones you love, there's nothing in that dark void of the person you have lost and it's painful to have his body so close without him really being here. It's painful that Eddie Munson is trying to kill you. He grinds his teeth, ready to sink them into your flesh, sharp and dangerous like an animal's.  A lion. A vampire. "Please" You beg, looking for something in him. "It's me Eddie" But he doesn't hear and if there is a sign of lucidity in him you don't see it. He's a predator now, not your boyfriend, and he puts his face close to your neck dangerously. You close your eyes trying to remember the affectionate gestures, the way his hair tickled your body when he kissed you. If you focus you can erase the fear and pretend it still is like that  and let fate be fulfilled. Let him kill you. And then suddenly someone yells and Vecna ​​is on fire not far from you, Eleven has thrown his body off and is making sure he is really dying now and as this happens you turn to Eddie. The dark eyes are now his and they look at you scared and full of affection. You want to cry and throw up. "Y/N" He whispers softly before collapsing to the ground.

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Eddie has survived but he's not the same anymore. His supernatural strength is not gone and his pale, cold skin is still here along with ferocious outbursts of anger where he loses lucidity. He is convinced that he still feels Vecna ​​in his mind and even if it is not possible, sometimes you too are afraid. When it happens Eddie holds you so hard that he leaves visible bruises on your body, but you never tell him and there is no risk of him seeing you naked : he is so afraid of himself that he has stopped touching you. Until one day he finds out. He walks into the room while you are changing and sees the marks of his hands on your body, hands that would have liked to be delicate but instead have hurt you. That day he cries like never before- for what he was, for what he has lost- and decides that he will find a way to set you free without hurting you.

You don’t deserve to be with a monster like him.

8 MONTHS LATER

"We're half an hour late!" You complain, nervous. "I hate being late and Jasper hates it too." "He could have picked  you up." Nancy replies, turning accusingly towards you, while Jonathan smiles at you from the driver's seat. You snort, even though you know she's right. It's just that Jasper makes you anxious. You've only recently started  dating and you still don't know how to deal with him. "I'm kidding ..."

"Nance, help me, please." Your friend was a little surprised when you have revealed the reason for that request. "You have to help me.  I don't  know what to wear." Nancy laughed.  "Seriously, I'm tired of waiting for Jasper to tell me something nice. I need him to find me cute, attractive  and all... And to tell me. I need to be .... Like you. Beautiful."

Nancy Wheeler hates Jasper Hower, she hates the way he makes you feel, she hates that you think you need a dress to be beautiful. She promises herself to talk to Eddie tonight, because if there is one person in the world who can make you finally end your damn stupid story with stupid Jasper that person is none other than Eddie Munson. Everyone knows it, the only one who doesn't understand it is him. 

"She broke up with me, se doesn't love me anymore" It's one of the many conversation Eddie had with Steve about you. "Sure Munson, 'cause you made her do it. You've treated her like shit, but I swear she still loves you, even if i don't know why honestly" Steve shakes is head. It's so stupid to be separated when you both were clearly hurting.

Jonathan waits silently for you and Nancy to finish arguing. He is not too surprised  at your agitation. That's who you are, or at least who you are since you've been with Jasper. With Eddie...with him you were different, carefree, brave, happier, funnier even. Somentime he dosen't recognises you anymore. "Jasper will be pissed off" You complain, getting out of the car and walking slowly towards the new large disco just outside Hawkis rented by Tina for the winter party, one of the many she likes to organize and the first in a real nightclub. You claps both hands around the collar of your coat, showing your resolve not to undress. "Don't you dare have second thoughts," Nancy says, undoing the buttons of your coat starting from the bottom." I'm cold. " 

"Don't be a fool." Robin reveals herself behind you with a drink in her hands. "Rob but I'm practically wearing a a veil! I will freeze to death!" 

"You're at the club," Nance raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you will die of asphyxiation. Certainly not by freezing." Robin continues, accomplice. And so you let them win, knowing that with Robin and Nancy together there is nothing you can do. "You are beautiful-Steve comments, you haven't even noticed him coming-That Jordan is lucky." At those words, your face takes on the same  red shade as your dress. 

"It's Jasper, Steve. "

"I know, Y/N"

You notice a pair of familiar eyes on you, but you pretend they are not there and put them somewhere in your mind where that look can't hurt you anymore: Eddie Munson doesn't have this power no more. Or rather, you like to believe it. 

The atmosphere freezes in an embarrassing way when as soon as you enter the large salon, Jasper arrives and with a possessive gesture puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you away from the group. Then he says: "You should  have asked me for an advice about the dress.  Dressed like this you look like a whore" He speaks in a low voice, but someone hears him anyway. "Asshole" You can hear Eddie comment. Your embarrassed expression turns to disappointed and full of shame. A knot tightens your throat and suddenly you feel like you can touch the lapidary judgments that crosses the eyes of your boyfriend's friends. Robin is furious.  "He called her a slut! I mean ... have you heard it too? I can't believe it, he called her a slut!" Unlike her, Eddie believes in it because from an asshole's throat only bullshit can come out but despite having his mouth open for a while, Eddie says nothing. It's one of those rare times when none of his thoughts feel the irrepressible urge to escape his brain and turn into speech. "Hold me, otherwise I'll kill him," Eddie murmurs and even if he have learned something about keep control on his new body and his still unpredictable mind, they all stare at him with concern. "Calm down lion, you've already had enough problems with the police" Jonathan replies. 

"That Jasper is a moron. If he doesn't treat her like a queen tonight, I'll do it, really, I would make her the most appreciated and happy woman on earth. She deserves this and more."  Steve comments, like a raging river. Eddie whirls toward him, his big eyes stunned and his mouth still open. Robin just glances at him. "You should shut your mouth" She whispers. "What? " 

"Shut your mouth, you idiot. If your new little girl sees you drooling for someone else, she'll leave you straight away,"  She states "That's a friend's advice, huh! "Oh yes, Freya. His new flame. He have recently started seeing her, partly to numb the pain after your breakup, partly to convince himself that love can exist after you and that he can be normal, sometimes, when he feels like it. An attempt for now unsuccessful to the point that he has forgotten her presence at the party.  A party where Eddie didn't even want to come to, letting himself be persuaded by the others. Stupid Munson.

Intending to compliment her, you walk away from Jasper to join Tina. You need to breathe. Nancy joins you, to check on you and see how bad you are about your boyfriend's reaction. "A dress does not make you a whore, you wear it with elegance. You are radiant, don't let him turn you off." You realize that is exactly the reaction you wanted Jasper to have, you need to feel appreciated again. You take a long sip of the reddish cocktail that you hold in your hands. "Is that stuff good?" Steve asks, wrapping your shoulders in a hug, pointing suspiciously at the glass and holding his beloved beer tightly. "You are joking, right?"  Robin is alarmed. "At the very least, that red is made with amaranth, you know it's dangerous right? No thank you. - she waves her hand in the air - In fact, I recommend you get rid of it as soon as possible" You drink it all in one gulp.

"I hope you will come to my bedside to give me the last farewell because I like it and now I'm going to get another one!" And that's not true, you don't like it at all, but it seems like a great anesthetic for thoughts and insecurities and tonight you feel you need it particularly.  When you approach the counter to get a second glass, Eddie arrives at your side and hesitating does not miss the opportunity to put a hand on your back, in direct contact with your bare skin. It is a light touch, a caress with the fingertips. "Tonight ..." He starts, but he can't continue because you abruptly back off until he can no longer touch you, frightened by the gesture and the flush of heat that went through you. You lower your eyes not to meet his for fear that he might realize the reasons for that reaction. You drink your cocktail, trying to be as natural as possible. Having him close after a long time is a bittersweet feeling, a mixture of euphoria and pain because you know there is nothing left, there's a reason you and Eddie broke up: he doesn't love you anymore, he never told you so, but he made it clear to you in a thousand ways after the Vecna' ​s death and before you left for college. A departure that never took place anyway, but he didn't seem to care that much anyway, it's like he got rid of a burden. It seems absurd even to think about it after everything you have been through together, after having mourned his death, after having seen him return from upside down so different from himself, no longer a man but a vampire, deeply tied to Vecna. But with the death of 001, the bond have been broken and Eddie have regained something of his humanity, of his normalcy and even if it was hard it seemed possible to be a simple boy even if half vampire.

But this is the reality: maybe it's easy for him to be an ordinary guy, but not by your side and you are learning to accept it in one way or another, to move on.It doesn't mean necessary moving for better things. 

He keeps looking at you and it's the most natural thing in the world, why shouldn't he? He has spent three years by your side, the best of his life. Also you are literally the brightest thing in the room, everyone's eyes are on you without you even realizing it. "Tonight," He repeats slowly "you look like someone else."You twist the straw between your slightly shaking fingers and make a soft laugh. "Are you going to call me a slut too?" Yours is a question without irony and with an imperceptible bitterness, which shouldn't have been there.  Eddie blinks then his expression softens. This shyness is new, you are not like that. The girl he knows would never have let someone  treat her like this and he feels an overwhelming guilt rising in his chest. He doesn't  have the presumption to believe that it is all his fault, or rather that he has all this power over you, yet he cannot help but feel that it is him who convinced you that you are worth so little and he hates himself for that.

"Eddie,  please talk  to me"/ "I've got nothing  to tell you."

"Eddie,  do you wanna go out? Maybe I can sleep here with you"/ "I sleep better  when you are not there"

"Do you wanna listen ti some music?"/ "Oh so you can ruin all my favorite  songs?"

"Eddie, I feel like you don't  wanna be with me anymore. You don't  touch  me,  you don't  kiss me. What is happening  baby?"/ "Nothing."/ "Eddie..."/

"I don't  know what I feel Y/N,  but thats not my biggest  problem at the moment"

"Will you tell me why you are with someone like him?" You can't help but lift your face and look at him surprised by the question but also by the tone. You drink again and again, feeling a relentless thirst. Then you search for the best answer you can give, one that doesn't allow Eddie to see the vortex of insecurities and needs you've been falling into lately. The truth is that you too have looked for normality in a person like many others, one who doesn't have too many dramas and slowly you've ended up canceling yourself in an attempt to hold on to that semblance of normality, a parenthesis in which you can pretend to be a simple person, different from the traumatized girl who fought Demogorgons and still dreams of them on the worst nights. No, you don't want him to understand, you don't want his pity nor his help. 

"I like the way he takes care of me." The answer is thoughtful, but sincere. Jasper wooed you long and hard at first and for a while he made you feel special and it was cool, Eddie hadn't done that for a long time.  Now he stares at you silently thinking it's a stupid answer, because you take care of sick people or dogs or children and you are none of the three: you fought Vecna, you saved this city and yes, certainly someone has to worry  about you, but what Jasper does and how he does it, without really knowing who you are and what you've been through, can't be enough. It will never be enough.

"Instead - you say urgently to direct the conversation elsewhere - where is your girl? " He is shocked, somehow he've thought you would've never know about Freya.  He sighs. He looks around and sees Jasper, a few meters away, who is staring grimly in your direction.

"I don't like how he looks at you." 

"Does he makes you remember when you used to do it?" Then, realizing what you've said and before he can add anything else, you continue. "There's too much alcohol in this stuff and the alcohol makes me talk nonsense. Sorry" You move quickly to a garbage can and throw away the still half full plastic cup. Then you go back to him and give him two pats on the shoulder "Have fun with your girlfriend and remember to stay away from my boyfriend ..." But Freya is kind of a distant memory, even though she's here and she's looking for him. He doesn't care. The words that Eddie still has trapped between his lips remain there: I've never looked at you like that. I have done better. I never stopped looking at you. 

When Jasper catches up with you, you are spying towards a secluded corner of the club, where Eddie and his new girlfriend are sitting, her legs casually moves to touch his knees, approaching with discretion. You can't look him in the face but from her annoyed expression it's not going very well and you don't want to, you really don't want to, but you can't help but feel happy about it. You hate yourself a little because she is exactly his type, beautiful, mysterious and she has written all over her face that she can understand Eddie' s tastes more than you ever did, she shares them, she makes a lifestyle of it while you have done nothing but indulge them only because he loved them, because he was happy. It is also remarkable that a stranger wants to get close to him after all, in Howkins people never forget and many are still convinced that he is a monster. If this girl is there with him then she really cares and you should not hope things to go wrong but you can't help it. You study them so closely that you don't notice Jasper's arrival. He hugs you putting arms around your waist and slides his hands on your backside making you wince, you stagger backwards, which forces him to force the grip on your buttocks.  You feel uncomfortable  but you say nothing. 

"I haven't kissed you yet this evening" His voice is hoarse. You tie your arms around his neck and let him take possession of your lips. While you kiss him, you try to erase the guilt and the image of Eddie, one way or another you end up seeing the long haired boy instead of Jasper and you feel like a monster. A terrible person. You can't stop and at this point, you have drunk enough to lift one leg to his side. The balance becomes precarious and he grabs you below the knee to hold you up, but you are abruptly interrupted. It's Eddie, who touching Jasper's shoulder forcing him to stop. "Go easy on  her." He smiles as he speaks, but there is something serious and dangerous about the way his eyes sparkle. "She's drunk can't you see ?" 

"I'm not." You reply as Munson gives you an annoyed look. But it's true. You're not drunk, at least not enough. You would need to drink more to get through this night. "But you are not completely in you, am I right?" Eddie asks hoping for your support. But you don't want help, you don't need your ex to be the hero. For what reason? You are good with Jasper. "What do you want Munson, for real?" Jasper's tone is menacing, he holds you possessive and continues to look at Eddie defiantly. You just hope he goes away, you don't want them to fight, you don't want to ruin the party. You don't want to have to choose, you find it stupid. A fight between alpha males is totally unnecessary.  "I want you to treat her with respect" 

"What do you know about respect? You fucking  freak. Get out of here before I hurt you."

"Hey" You step in, moving away from Jasper. "There's no need to insult him."

"Oh really? He's a fucking killer, I don't even know why he's here. Did you forget about poor Chrissy and all the others? About Jason?  He didn't kill you just because you fucked him well enough" Eddie is stunned, like every time someone comes up with that damn story. His eyes staring into space, lost in the memory of his great trauma. You are about to lose your temper, shaking hands and you try to get closer to Jasper again but someone anticipates you. "What the fuck is going on?" Steve asks, approaching with his arms folded, followed by the others. Jasper ignores him still waiting  for you next move. "Leave him alone. He's innocent, more innocent  the you. More than me. Don't bring up things you don't know shit about."

"Why are you defending him? Do I have to believe whoever thought you were an accomplice?"

"Believe what you want, really. But don't talk to him like that."

"Maybe he' ll kill you too" Jasper shouts.

"Maybe I'll kill you first" Comments Eddie. He smiles but he is hurt and you know it and you can see the way his expression changes with something inhuman.You know it can't be, but sometimes you get the feeling that something about Vena is trapped inside him and it scares you.

"Jasper, come on let's go away." You don't want to walk away with him, but you want to put as much space between them as possible. Jasper doesn't listen to you. He shoves Eddie. "Monster" Another shove. "Murderer." You get in the middle trying to divide them with all your strength and you fall to the ground. You hear a female voice shouting Steve's name and you see him, in a moment he's on Jasper, yanking him by the shirt and shoving him back in precarious equilibrium. "Keep those shitty hands in place" Steve shouts. Jasper puts his hands on him rejecting him, he tries to hit him, they lock each other's arms and then Steve tries to kick him, but in this moment you manage to get close to them and yanking both by the clothes you try to separate them again: "ENOUGH! That's enough! "

Jasper rolls his eyes. "Tommy, get her off my ass!" He yells at his friend. Tommy pulls you away, grabbing you by the shoulders with more force than necessary."Stop them! "

"Don't get involved," Tommy says.

Eddie turns to you as the world moves fast. He reads your eyes and they are filled with anger and fear and  he decides it's not worth it. He could attack Jasper and his friends, he have learned something about courage, about fighting, but he doesn't want to hurt you. Beating up your boyfriend won't fix anything. 

"Enough Big boy ."  Eddie intimates Steve, approaching to take him away. Steve stares at Jasper full of hate as your boyfriend clenches his fists, in two steps  he reaches Eddie and punches him in the face. The air is still and you all know that with his new abilities Eddie could destroy him in a second but he doesn't, he doesn't react and let himself be hit again. This time it is Jonathan who gets in the way while Robin, Nancy swear and unfamiliar faces dive into the brawl they are not planning to participate in. Or rather, it takes two people to drag Steve away and two others to prevent Robin from getting into that chaos. 

In the confusion Freya approaches Eddie, alarmed and "Look what they did to you! Why did you have to put yourself in the middle ?!"  Eddie turns to you,  he is bleeding and he stares into your eyes until as he walks past you, without speaking. You are able to read his mind anyway and you know exactly what he wants to say. "Look what have you become"

*

When the others left the great salon, you sand still for a while, looking around in disorientation. Jasper. How did this happen? How did you end up with someone like him? When? You hate yourself for this, for allowing yourself to be treated this way. But you've lost Eddie in a thousand ways and while you ran after him as he moved away from you, leaving you to fight with your demons alone, in the meantime Jasper's treated you well, with a cure you didn't think you could receive and you did: you have fallen, lost in a need for security that you thought did not wrinkle you. It's just a facade. The truth is when he caresses you, you can imagine Eddie doing it and it's better than the emptiness you carry inside. You are wrong of course, you regret it. When you leave the club, you see Nancy, Rboin Jonathan and Steve intent on cleaning his face from  his blood, you didn't even realize they've hit him and you feel guilty seeing the way - for the umpteenth time - his facehas beeen used as a punching bag, on the other hand your attention is drawn to Eddie standing by Steve's car next to a girl. Freya. In the silence, with the muffled noises of the disco, you can hear what they are saying and even if it seems wrong you can't help it. 

"Why did you get in the way of Eddie? " While the question may seem peremptory, it is actually Freya who is calm and genuinely curious. "I saw a friend in trouble ..." 

"Munson." She interrupts him. "I know she's not just a friend." He raises his eyebrows in amazement and doesn't reply. "What? The whole city knows, you are not exactly strangers here. Considering that she has been accused of being your accomplice ..."He shakes his head, raises his eyes to the sky as if to hide the tears that sting his eyes"I'm sorry Freya" She crosses her arms across her chest. "If I were you, I would go and take her back , you know?"

"Of all the people you are the last one who should tell me." She laughs."Oh Munson, I like you it's clear. But I recognize love when I see it. Do you know why I approached you? I trusted Y/N, the way she always stood up for you, the way she talked about you made me believe there was something beautiful to discover. But in the end, I can't appropriate of the story of another "

She turns her back on him, proudly. "I'll see you around Eddie." 

Eddie thinks that naming you is a cheap, intentional blow. He looks around realizing you haven't strayed far enough to miss this scene. When Eddie approaches, cutting your way to reach the others, you feel faint and he can't look at you in the throes of so many emotions that he can't handle. He has tried for so long to repress what he feels about you, to erase you, that now it falls on him like an avalanche. Because the truth is that he fears the part of him still linked to the world below. He is afraid of hurting you yet he can no longer resist being far away. And he feels that the longer he stays away from you the more he loses himself. You should be angry at him for how he behaved or sorry for the way he was treated by Jasper, but you are none of those things. You are confused, agitated, with a slightly clouded look and aware that the cause of this tension you feel has nothing to do with what has happened. He does not say anything, he doen't touch you, he does not even look you in the eye and yet you feel the extremities of the body frozen and the face on fire. You tell yourself it's the alcohol's fault or more likely you're still anxious about what has happened with Jasper, the same one you ran away from without a word and you don't want see anymore, but reality is that you are wainting for the man who broke your heart, willing to let him break it again just to have one minute with him. Eddie realizes you're upset and acts even before he thinks, moved by the natural instinct to comfort you. He comes back to you and gently grabs you by the shoulder.

" Are you Okay?" He says staring at a distant point, without the courage to appear fragile in front of you. As embarrassed as you are, you try to make eye contact with him but he avoids you."I'm sorry," you barely manage to say, without answering his question.He gives a nod and a smile, still tight, and leaves you for a moment but only to put his hand on your bare back. He needs warmth, he needs you, your humanity. You gasp for that touch. "I'm sorry, Y / N. " You can feel your heart pounding in your chest too hard. "It wasn't your fault ... Jasper is an asshole, it took me too long to notice." 

" I..I have to tell you something." His tone changes, Eddie finally sets his gaze on you and his eyes are darker than you've ever seen them. You hesitate "What do you need Eddie? "The question is not answered, he guides you in silence away from the party, to the opposite side of the building, until he leads you to a hidden corner, where there is hardly anyone, under the approving gaze of the others. "You owe me ten dollars Harrington," Robin says, continuing to wipe his bloody face. "Another beating and ten dollars lost, but it's worth it"

"What do you have to tell me?" You ask in a higher-pitched voice than usual, still trying to look him in the eye. He approaches you, slowly, and you put your fists closed on your chest, with the instinct to keep him away, he and all the pain he causes you but that contact gives you a vacuum in the stomach. You seem to feel a small, annoying pang at the level of the heart. "You realize that, don't you?" Says Eddie "W-what?" You tremble."That ...that asshole doesn't deserve you, that nobody deserves you, not even me." You feel your legs give out and you think you're  going to fall. Damn alcohol. It's easier to blame it. 

"You can't do that. You can... not. What do you really want Eddie?" You ask, trying to hide the trembling of your voice. "I don't want anything, really." He answers. "I really think so and if you were ... - he has to clear your throat to go on - if you were still my girlfriend ... I wouldn't make you feel that way. You mustn't let him do that. " You remain silent, a hand still in midair closed in a fist that you would like to hurl at his chest. You don't hit him, you can't move and you want to scream and cry because he has forced you to leave him months ago. He's ignored you,  pushed you aside and abandoned you. He can't  tell you certain things, not when it's his fault that you are no loger  his girlfriend. It hurts you just to think about it. After everything he's been through, you don't want to be mad at him, yet anger takes hold of you and you can't help but let hot tears roll down your cheeks. 

"Sorry" He murmurs, clenching your fist in his hands and pulling it against his chest hard "You can do it if you want. You can do anything you want to me. You.."

"Stop. Stop. Stop it" You snap away. "Stop acting like ... As if ..."

"As if?" He is close again and you feel his breath on your lips. "As if you love me Eddie! As if ... Iìm important."

"But I do. I do love you." His voice is a soft whisper, like he's afraid to speak. You look up, surprised. He continues to keep his face down, he looks at your lips, your bare shoulders and he feels your frightened eyes on him and he can't manage them. His body is shaken by ever stronger thrills, a violent tremor in front of which your anger quickly vanishes. There are the two parts of himself that struggle, the one from the past who would just like to have you back by his side, sitting on his bed for hours listening to tapes that you pretend to like to make him happy, and the new Eddie Munson, the one who could break you with one hand alone, the one who could lose control and hurt you. The worst thing? They both want you with the same intensity. 

"Eddie" You call him in a faint voice, your hand on his cheek, the fingertips caress the soft and cold skin. Eddie lets his inhibitions vanish, along with his fears. Or rather, he finds himself unable to control them anymore and lets himself be invested by a movement of affection and devotion that pushes him to place his lips on his forehead,  pressing them hard. He hears Jasper's voice repeat those terrible words to you, he sees your gaze spreading day by day, he has the confidence to act immediately, to erase all that pain, to come back to his home: You. He puts his hands on your waist with a gesture that is too impetuous, pushes you against the wall and kisses you on the lips. A hint of a kiss, delicate enough to be in contrast with the way he grabs you and holds you, as if his life depends on it. You are upset. You try to push him away but he tightens around your waist and kisses you a second time, pressing hard on your lips. When he separates, your lips are looking for him again and that leaves him stunned because he doesn't believe he can still deserve anything from you. In an instant the kiss becomes intense, deep, palms open on your soft hips. He wants to touch the rest of his body too, to hold every flap of flesh and you are there,  you are alive, you are with him. With his left hand he leaves the waist and goes down to caress the thigh  while you slide your fingers  in his long hair. Then you run your hands over his  chest. You are the first to move away without the courage to open your eyes, terrified of what will be.

Eddie lets out a groan that borders on despair. He feels your clenched  on his chest and feels a tension he has never known before. He wonders if you hate him now. If  this isn't goodbye. He looks for the right words to say, but he takes too long and you're the one talking, your throat dry and panting. "I do not understand" Eddie indulges in a smile for the first time in months, a sincere smile, and you realize you've missed everything about him, the creases in the corners of his lips, the dimples, the way his eyes shine in the night. "Neither do I." He answers. "The truth is that I am afraid of hurting you I fear  who I am now and I would just like to keep you away from the monster I have become. But you know. I am a coward and maybe a selfish man, I can't keep you away."

"Eddie Munson, you are not a monster or a coward or selfish at all. You are a hero, and your scars and all that you have become are the marks of what you have done for us all. For me. I do not....I'll never hate you, I'll never be afraid of you. " You reply as you hug him and he remains still, petrified and almost reluctant to contact, but you do not give up and slowly you feel him melt into your arms "The only thing that scares me is to live another days in a world where you are not by my side." Eddie sinks his face into your hair, gently kissing your head. "I won't let you live one more day in that world then."