#I had a few Tina ones but i don't remember them at all

[yeastymuffin]

What are some of your fave glee headcanons?

Okay so I don't know if these are fandom wide but I have a few:

Santana, after a few trail and error moments in college, has decided to become a (divorce) lawyer

Brittany is talkshow host/has sold fondue for two to television. She also picked up baking as Lord Tubbington's dying wish was fish cakes and she misunderstood him

Sugar and Britt are best friends, text eachother their every waking thought. They've gotten in trouble for ghosthunting before in an abandoned building (Santana saved them by speed driving them away before the cops came)

Quinn is either a lawyer as well, or a real estate agent, and has written a book about her hardships. She also joined a cult like mlm in her early twenties, but Santana got her out of it

Kurt makes haute couture based on musicals. His phantom of the opera line is the one he is most well known for

Rachel is a mommy blogger, and has written books about combining 'the mom life' with musical theatre

Besides having directed movies, Artie also has done a few music videos.

Mercedes, who is obviously world famous, has asked Artie to direct a all music videos for her upcoming concept album which contains lots of visuals, themes and intricate storylines.

[perfectly-m1saligned]

K!nktober day 7

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day 7: praise kink. You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(DadsFriend!Simon x virgin!reader) (Forbidden) (Age gap)

cw: oral (both receiving), cum on face, glasses kink (kinda), unprotected piv, virginity loss, creampie, multiple orgasms

word count: 3890

Summer break, that one month of the year you weren't too busy with uni exams and could actually come back home to your parents, your personal ambitions and their desire to see you succeed in life taking you away from them for the purpose of higher education, which they couldn't afford for themselves. Plus, your family always spent summer differently. No lavish beaches or fancy trips to the ocean, but up in the mountains in your cabin, relaxing away from the suffocating heat of the cities, hiking or simply lounging at home.

Your mum and dad, as always, had missed you dearly. You were their pride and joy, their little girl away on the other side of the country, studying to make a name for herself someday. It was only your first year, and you had visited often, of course, but it's hard to not miss your family, adjusting to adulthood and your newfound independence.

This summer, though, your dad had a surprise: Simon Riley. Your dad's colleague, a Lieutenant just like him, but in different divisions. You were familiar with Mr. Riley, his brown eyes had met yours for the first time at a winter ball two years ago, a few weeks after your 18th birthday. He had been a true gentleman that night, a kind heart hiding beneath the ink and the scars marring his skin. You two had chatted all night, and had even shared a cigarette by the fire exit, sneaking behind your father's back.

You'd had a flute of champagne too many, so you didn't remember about the fire burning in Mr. Riley's gaze, watching you huff out the smoke into the cold night, wearing his heavy jacket around your shoulders, your beautiful body clad in that breathtaking dress peeking under it. He knew he shouldn't have felt this way about a fellow comrade's daughter, almost 20 years her junior, but he simply couldn't help it.

So there you were, two years later, looking as beautiful as you did that night. Your hair was a little shorter, big glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, and he noticed how your face was growing more and more into its adult features, your sweet cherub cheeks looking a little more hollow, but you were still mesmerising. "Simon will spend a week here with us," your father had said. "He's going to leave for his well-deserved vacation from an airport very close to here so I offered him to stay with us for a while before I took him to catch his plane. So be on your best behaviour, alright, y/n? Don't bother Simon too much." And so, you promised to be a good girl.

The first two days, you and Simon didn't talk much, most conversation happening when your parents were also present, usually over meals, and only soft-spoken greetings were shared when your paths crossed during the silent hours of the night. You were usually reading until sunrise, while Simon simply didn't sleep at all, insomnia being his only loyal companion. The third day, you hastily walked past him on the way to your bedroom from the bathroom, damp hair cascading over your shoulders, droplets of body falling onto the wooden floorboards. He used the shower right after you, cursing himself mentally as he pumped his cock angrily under the cold spray of water, thoughts of your wet, naked body under that pink towel haunting his mind.

The fourth day, you had slept in while your parents had left for their morning hike, until a sudden storm hit, a lightning striking very close to the cabin, the thunder shaking the cabin, and you with it. Rubbing the grogginess off your heavy eyelids, you walked into an empty kitchen, apart from Simon sitting at the table, cradling a cup of tea in one hand and some book in the other. "Hey," you called out, yawning. "There's a pretty bad storm outside, do you know where my parents are?"

"Called ten minutes ago from the shelter, a pretty big tree fell onto the trail and now they have to wait 'til the storm calms and someone comes to move it. Could take all day." He hadn't peeled his eyes off the pages as he talked, but he was pretty damn grateful he did when he finally took a look at you. Hair falling over one shoulder in a messy braid, a skimpy tank top and matching short shorts that barely contained your curves, and Simon had barely any control over his filthy imagination right now. Your glasses stood on your nose a little crooked as you simply hummed, eyes still half-lidded as you approached the counter.

"Coffee? Tea?" Simon asked, the chair scraping over the floorboards as he got up. "You look in no condition to be handling fire or kitchen utensils right now, doll." The pet name had slipped past his lips a little too easily, but you were too dazed to notice. "M'yeah," you groaned, yawning again as you sat down at the table. "Coffee, pretty please." Simon nodded, immediately getting to work. He'd noticed you drank some sort of latte with vegetable milk - or something like that, he was no expert - and a dash of vanilla syrup. In just a handful of days, he had your routine memorised.

Your eyes snapped open, suddenly more attentive as Simon placed the drink in front of you, your oat latte sitting into your favourite glass, and he'd got it down to the cute little glass straw you used. Of course he knew, he hadn't been able to shake away the thought of your lips wrapped around his fat cock when they closed in on the straw. "This...thank you." you said, stirring your latte as you tried to hide your puzzled expression. "I observe people for a living, and I'm often trusted to remember and withhold a lot of important details," he explained casually, taking his seat back at the table. "It's merely a habit to learn the small things about the people I'm with."

He knew this was wrong, stealing glances from behind the pages of his book as you had your back turned to him, washing the dishes. He wondered if you knew that the contour of one of your asscheeks was faintly peeking from underneath those little shorts, the line of your waist hugged by your tank top, the braid falling over your shoulder leaving your delicious-looking neck exposed. He knew he shouldn't have gotten up from his chair again, his arm grazing your lower back as he reached for the cigarettes on the counter. He shouldn't have asked "Want one? Your parents are out anyway", and you totally shouldn't have said "yes".

You opened the window in the kitchen, just a crack to let the smoke out, but the raging storm and howling wind outside still made you shiver, hugging your arms close to your chest as you smoked. Simon noticed, of course, and balanced his cigarette on the rim of the plastic cup you were using as a makeshift ashtray, walking to the guest room to fetch a sweatshirt for you. You murmured a sweet "thank you", doing the same thing he did with his cigarette as you slid it over your shoulders, exposing a bit of your stomach as you flexed your arms, and he inwardly missed being able to peek at your cleavage. Still, just like that night at the ball, the sight of you in his clothes stirred something in him- something primal.

"How's that place for nerds you're going to, anyway? Your dad couldn't stop chewing my bloody ear off about you moving out for two whole months." You scoffed, huffing out a faint grey cloud. "I 'spose it's alright," you shrugged. "People are nice, I really like the environment and I'm pleased with what I've studied and of my results so far." Simon hummed, cradling the white stick between his long fingers. "Bet you got a line of boys, eh?" He asked, hoping you wouldn't notice his sneaky attempt at figuring if you had a boyfriend or not. "Nope, no such thing," you replied truthfully. "Wanted to focus on my studies, and it took a lot more time than I had expected to get adjusted to the new lifestyle." You tossed the cigarette into the plastic cup, making a faint sizzling sound as it fell into the water you had filled the bottom with. "Plus, half the guys there look like they don't know what a girl looks like."

Simon mirrored your action, casually leaning with his hip against the counter, watching you basically drown in his sweatshirt. "Ain't that right." He mused, his voice a borderline growl as he shamelessly let his eyes rake over your body. "I'm sure they wouldn't know what to do with you if you gave them the chance." Your eyes snapped up at him, your heart stuttering in your chest, his words and the sultry tone he used stirring something unfamiliar down in your belly. You awkwardly tried to laugh it off. "I mean," you chuckled. "I barely even kissed anybody, that lame, pseudo French kiss Sam from History class gave me when I was 17 was the most romance I had in my life."

His gaze darkened at the revelation, your purity making him feel even more guilty about his thoughts, but it was like you had poured straight gasoline onto an open flame, and now all Simon wanted to do was to ruin you. "Boys don't know a bloody thing about a woman's body," he scoffed, taking a small, almost imperceptible step towards you. "Their brain is rotten, blinded by those sad porn videos they watched, and all they can do is pathetically hump their sad dicks in their sad hands." You giggled, bringing a hand over your mouth. When you closed your eyes for a split second as you laughed, he moved closer.

"So you're saying I won't have any luck within the dating pool my university offers?" You asked, an amused glint in your gaze as you smiled up at him. "I'm saying only a man could handle you the way you need to be handled, y/n." The softness was gone from his voice, replaced by something feral, a look you'd never noticed before in his eyes, since he'd only reserved it to himself when you were looking away. By now, his imposing frame was caging you to the counter, basically forcing you to sit onto the cold granite.

You were speechless, doe-eyed gaze and parted lips, shiny with saliva, trembling with shuddering breaths. "You're like a fragile little dove now," he explained, his voice so low it rumbled in his chest. He lifted a hand to your face, rugged skin grazing your soft cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "But as soon as someone starts something as small as a spark, the fire will ignite and you'll burn uncontrollably. It takes an expert to tame a fire like that, y/n-" he leaned closer until his lips hovered only a breath above yours. "And I've been dreaming about being the one to tame you since the night I met you."

Your breath hitched, the hand cradling your face now slowly sliding down your neck, his thumb tracing the column of your throat, feeling your raging pulse resting beneath the sensitive flesh. Your mouth went suddenly dry, and you were at a complete loss for words. This man, your dad's colleague and trusted friend, had been lusting after you for nearly two years, after seeing you only once. You couldn't lie, Simon Riley held a certain charm to himself that you couldn't quite ignore. The silver scar that ran over his top lip, his slightly crooked nose, the bulging muscles that hid underneath those fitted t-shirts he always wore. Plus, how couldn't you be intrigued by the fantasy of being with a real man, someone who knows how to touch you, who would put your pleasure first, and willing to teach you how to please.

"Get on your knees, y/n." A shiver ran down your spine. "Yes, sir." You readily replied, your knees finding the rough wooden floorboards of the cabin. You moved to take off your glasses, but Simon clicked his tongue. Glasses stay on, sweetheart. I want you to be able to see my face clearly when I'm deep inside your mouth." You gulped again at his words, your eyes following his every movement as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants, pulling down his boxer briefs along with them. If you hadn't moved your head, you were sure his dick would've hit you square in the face when it sprung out, looking painfully hard, pink-reddish tip oozing pearlescent precum.

Your mouth fell agape, eliciting an amused chuckle. "Just like that, y/n. Didn't think you would pick up on that so fast." You didn't even catch his teasing words, transfixed on the sheer size of him. A bulging vein cut down his whole length,his blonde pubes shaved, balls heavily hanging below. You gingerly raised your hand, your slim fingers encircling his shaft, making him groan. "That's it, good girl. That's how you hold it." You looked up at him from behind your glasses, his tip only an inch away from your lips. "Take it in your mouth now. Don't worry, it doesn't bite, but you gotta be careful not to bite it, doll."

Slowly, you brought his dick to your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip, your tongue collecting the bead of precum from his slit. Simon released an animalistic grunt, unable to hold back now that he had you. A large hand curved around the back of your head, pushing you down. You coughed, gurgling and almost gagging at the sudden movement, but Simon held you in place. "Breathe with your nose, y/n, or else you'll choke," he instructed, his voice strained at the feel of your mouth around his cock- it was divine. "Relax your pretty throat and- good girl..." You learned fast, mainly out of survival instinct, welcoming him down your relaxed throat until his shaved pubes tickled the tip of your nose.

Being the lonely man that he was, Simon hadn't been with a woman for some time now, and certainly he hadn't been with forbidden fruit like you, angelic-looking and pure, gazing up at him with big eyes and flushed cheeks, already taking all eight inches in your mouth. He couldn't control his orgasm, a long groan arising from his throat as he came, unsheathing himself as he shot hot ropes of thick cum over your face, the lenses of your glasses now covered in white goo. His cum left a tangy, slightly salty taste on your tongue, and you were still debating whether you liked it or not. "Sorry, doll," Simon apologised, the gentleness back in his voice as he took your glasses off, placing them onto the counter. "I hope you can forgive an old man after being alone for some time. Plus, it's not everyday you meet a fast learner as good as you."

You smiled bashfully as he helped you back on your feet, your knees feeling slightly sore and itchy, covered in small scratches from being on the floor. You thought Simon was done, but you were oh so wrong when he suddenly picked you up, hand secured under your thighs as he moved you onto the table. "Told you you only needed a little spark." He murmured, before he claimed your lips into a feverish kiss, nothing like Sam from History. He tasted himself on your tongue, his cock ready for round two, twitching impatiently between the two of you. He groaned, his hand snaking down your body, his forefinger stroking your needy cunt through your shorts. "S-Simon..."

"Shit, y/n, you're fucking soaked," he said, his brown orbs gazing down at you, dark with lust. "Just from sucking my cock, you're already a mess." Your face was glowing red like a tomato, your hand wrapping around his thick forearm as he tried to reach for your shorts. "Easy, doll. I'll be gentle." He whispered, kissing the crown of your head as you loosened your grip. "Won't it hurt?" You asked meekly, nervously chewing on your bottom lip. "I'll make sure to make you love it."

You let Simon undress you, trusting him with your all - literally - as fabric gave way to skin, exposing your whole body to him. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, lands of smooth skin, the roundness of your breasts, the mouth-watering line of your waist, and those creamy thighs he couldn't wait to have wrapped around him. His sweatpants pooled at his ankles, his military green t-shirt lying on the floor next to them. He coaxed your thighs apart salivating at the sight of your slick arousal coating your folds. Simon made you lie back onto the table, his strong arms holding you in place, long fingers holding onto your hips as he feasted on your soaked pussy like a man starved.

Your sweet, sweet sound filled the kitchen, the unfamiliar stimulation making you see stars. You were mewling, his flat tongue lapping at your juices before it circled and suckled on your sensitive clit, coaxing the best noises he'd ever heard. When you were relaxed enough, he pushed in a digit, slowly stretching your weeping hole, preparing it to accommodate his fat cock, throbbing uncontrollably as your whimpers reached his ears. Your entrance was drenched, a second digit swiftly following, his fingers slowly pumping inside you with minimal resistance, just a few grimaces of discomfort making your nose wrinkle before he soothed the ache by stimulating your clit. It wasn't long before you came too, the heat pooling in your belly unravelling so fast you didn't even know your orgasm had hit until you were a squirmin mess, Simon's name falling from your lips like a prayer, your thighs squeezing his head so tight he thought he would've gladly died between your legs, the last flavour on his tongue being your cum.

He straightened his back, his lips and chin glistening with your release, a proud grin on his lips. "You taste so fucking good, y/n. Fuck, i could probably eat you for hours." He said, looking down at your figure splayed onto the table, still out of breath as you came down from your first high. You couldn't even process what had happened when Simon pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, his tip teasing your needy entrance, collecting some of your recent release to decrease any uncomfortable friction. He also brought his hand to his mouth, spitting on his palm before he spreaded it onto his length. "Please, Simon, please..." you pleaded, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him, propped up on one elbow as he effortlessly held your legs up. "Be gentle."

"You don't have to worry, doll," he reassured you once again. "You've been so good up to now, I'm sure you'll be able to handle this as well, okay? Do you trust me, y/n?" You nodded, and that was all the confirmation he needed to push the first three inches inside. You cried out, your hands holding onto the edge of the table with a white-knuckled grip. "Shh, shh, shh," he shushed you as you arched your back, your chest heaving with heavy breaths as you adjusted to the stretch. "That's it, good girl. I'm almost halfway inside, see?" You tried to look down, seeing the way your folds were wrapped around his girthy cock, your gummy walls twitching, as if they wanted - needed - to suck him deeper inside.

You took a deep breath, focusing on releasing the pressure between your hips as Simon slid in with another two inches, and then another before he bottomed out. His balls rested against your ass, and if he's not quick to compose himself, he would've come already. Your tight pussy was squeezing him impossibly tight, and it took everything in him to not start railing you like a savage, instead leaving you some time to get acquainted to the feeling of fullness inside your body. "Y-You...you can move now, Simon." You squeaked, giving him a nod of reassurance. Probably shouldn't have done that, love.

Simon began to move his hips, picking up the pace as the volume of your moans increased. Your nails clawed at his back, your legs tight around his waist as he held you close to his chest, his hungry cock pumping into your cunt so fast you felt drunk on it. "S-Simon...Simon!" You called out, hot tears of pleasure lining your eyes. "Fuck...that's it, that's a fucking good girl, y/n, you're taking my cock so good...so fucking good." The way he was groaning in your ear was making the same kind of heat stir in your lower abdomen, his praises making your self-esteem spike up.

He was fucking his friend's only daughter, fucking her stupid on the same table they all ate every meal at, marking her as his own; the rush was unmatched. He cupped one of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his lips latched onto your erect nub. You arched into him, tipping your head back as you let yourself fall deadweight, trusting Simon's strong arm, wrapped around your waist, to hold you up; and he did. "Come on, y/n, be a good girl for me and cum one more time," he murmured, his teeth gently taking your nipple, never applying pressure. "Cum on my fucking cock, y/n, I wanna feel your cunt choke my cock and milk it dry."

His filthy words were once again your undoing, his pubes tickling your clit every time his hips collided with yours also speeding up the process, and you came again, your orgasm hitting harder than the first. It was like a wave that wrecked you, from your core then up your spine, leaving your body spasming and gasping for air as you screamed out Simon's name. You clenched around him so tight he simply couldn't pull out, a twisted need to brand you as his making him spill himself inside you, hips stuttering as a very strong orgasm hit him as well.

They should've hung it in a museum, really, the image of his cum leaking from your whole onto the table, and he felt like the whole action was borderline blasphemous, as if he had tainted the doors of Heaven. He dampened a couple of kitchen towels with some lukewarm water and cleaned you up, sliding his sweatshirt back over your head before he scooped you up in his arms and brought you back to your room, tucking you in under the covers.

He left a chaste kiss on your forehead, but he did not climb into bed with you. He never would've. He was a horrible man, who had done horrible, unspeakable things, and he had just ruined the sweetest girl, the only good flower left in his garden now wilting right before his very own eyes. He wouldn't have spoken about this ever again, he wouldn't have looked at you if you happened to stumble into base again, wouldn't have called, or asked about your life again. But he was sure about one thing: he had marked you as his, and no one would've been able to tame your fire like he did that day. 

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not translate or share on this or any other platforms without credit•

[dozyrogue]

Okay so since the soulfire talk is back I want to talk about how people were so convinced that Bolas is the definition of found family but it seriously isn't.

They were brought together by the fact that in purgatory you lose yourself or you don't and at the time everyone in bolas was not well beforehand and then they were put on an island that basically said "you are going to Lose Yourself." And then they did it all together and that's it. So it's kind of funny when people are like "oh they're no longer family :(" like yeah that's the point.

Then we have soulfire who I say most of the people on that team were alone for they were already close to each other.

Like this was around the time where Tubbo started to feel very alone and then he got pushed into purgatory.

Tina was learning about or remembering her past as a demon and how much she hated it. And she also only really had foolish and bagi. But was also kinda pushing bagi away

Everything about badboyHalo. Him and Tubbo are so alike that it actually drives me crazy. And homestly during that time he only really had dapper.

Bagi who was rejected by her brother that she spent FOREVER TO FIND and the relationship between her and Tina was just starting.

Like even outside of purgatory soulfire still respects each other. It's only badboyHalo and tubbo that are willing to defend each other when other people keep stealing from them. Whenever Tina gets to see her beloved tubward she's always excited to see him and just happy to be with him again. The constant of soulfire members calling tubbo coach?? My heart is melting.

OH AND LETS NOT FORGET Pac, Bagi & bbh going to Purgatory 2 simply to save tubbo and bring tubbo back?? I'm sobbing my eyes out. Why did they make that their canon reason??? Cuz pain.

Yeah there was a moment where they had some respect issues for Tubbo. But Tubbo Time After Time proved himself to be the best leader for soulfire. Like sure anyone could have led soulfire but it's just something about tubbo being the main guy that pulls it all together. And on top of that it wasn't just tubbo leading bbh and tina where also helping and leading as much as they could. It would just lead back to tubbo. Unlike the bolas phil Messiah thing they had going on, even though that was good!

bagi when they came back still had great care for Tubbo. And that's just a here thing bte, they all did. She was one of the few people that saw him cracking and I will always love her for that. Now tubbo and bad have such a strange respect for each other that You Don't See with other characters. And I love that with all my heart.

they are so found family coded and I love them for it.

Found family even if they aren't together constantly anymore

Soulfire you will always always have a fan in me.

If soulfire has no defenders I'm DEAD

[thebearer]

when teddys like two or three months you and carl are in a patch of him not being around and he comes home one day and she gives him no reaction or loves, and someone she sees frequently she is gummy smiling at them

oh this would wreck him. like the freezer scene has nothing on what this would do to him.

so the bear is doing really well. like really, really well, but they've got some competition. this new restaurant is moving closer and a little too close. they already tried to take marcus and syd, and carmen is stressed, falling back into his old ways. he feels like in a way he got himself here bc he had a baby and got lazy in a way- distracted, is more like it. as awful as that sounds, that's how he felt.

teddy's about six months and carmen's been at work non-stop. comes home late, if you go to the restaurant he barely has time for you, he's tightly wound and hateful- loses his temper quickly. richie tried to talk to him, tina, too; and he told them the same thing- to mind their own business.

you miss carmen, you do. but when you tell him that, he tells you he's here now- now being when he's practically collapsed in bed beside you.

it's the roughest patch the two of you had ever been through, and carmen doesn't even seem to realize it. until one day. the other restaurant got moved to the other side of the city- something about the building being mysteriously shut down for shoddy wiring (uncle jimmy had nothing to do with it!!)

carmen's feeling good. feeling like he can breathe again.

comes home early and you're surprised. he's happy and excited, but when he goes to teddy, she cries.

that tiny baby cry for you, just a little whine of sorts that she does when a stranger tries to hold her.

a stranger.

"teddy," carmen coos, trying again. "it's daddy, teddy bear."

teddy just turns into your shirt, whimpering and clinging to you. you watch carmen's heart break- the fall of his face, eyes widening into horrified realization.

"i think she's cranky, carm. it's her nap time-"

"she doesn't even know who i am." carmen's tone is hard- hurt.

"no, she's just a little sleepy, carmen. look, teddy, look," you coo, bouncing her lightly to coax her out of your chest. "look, baby, it's daddy."

teddy seemed to recognize the word, eyes lighting but she didn't relate carmen to that. blinking and looking around like she was looking for her dad. carmen's face crumbled, running his hands over his face to keep himself from sobbing in front of you.

you didn't know what to do, how to make it better. "i'm going to smoke." carmen rasped, voice tight with emotion, snatching his cigarettes off the table and going outside.

he called the only person he knew to. richie. breaking down, raw and emotional, begging him for any sort of advice on how to make it better.

"cousin, she's a baby. you got time to fix this. she won't even remember this-"

"-she doesn't even remember me." carmen sniffed hard, knee bouncing as his chest bubbled over with that familiar painful panic. "my own kid doesn't know who the fuck i am. what the fuck richie? what's fuckin' wrong with me. all i ever do is fuck everything up-"

"-hey, cousin, i'm stoppin' you right there, ok? let me be honest with you. this ain't about you, ok?" richie huffed. it was mean and cutting but it was true. "this isn't the time to be feelin' all sorry for yourself and shit, ok? you left your wife alone with that baby and you've been a real jagoff- like i said."

carmen hated it, hated that he was right, hated how he felt.

richie continued. "instead of sittin' in there like an asshole, why don't you go inside, take a few fuckin' days off, and get your shit together."

"cosuin, i-i can't do that-"

"- holy fuck, carmen. ok, let's try it again, alright? go inside. quit being a self loathing jagoff piece of shit, and take a few days off to be with your wife and kid, ok? i got the place for a few days." richie snapped.

"richie, we're booked for the next-"

"-look, do you trust me or not?" richie snapped.

"yeah, yeah, i trust you, c'mon." carmen muttered.

"then i got it, alright? if i need you, i'll call you, but for right now- your family needs you. if this was tiff or eva, i wouldn't even think twice about it. go be with your family, and fix this shit, you dumbass." richie huffed.

carmen took richie's advice. finding you in the bedroom, folding teddy's teeny tiny baby clothes. it made carmen sob. heavy heaving cries and mumbled apologies while he clung to you.

the next four days, carmen wouldn't leave the house. wouldn't leave your side or teddy's. he'd gotten her hesitantly out of the crib, eyes red rimmed when he cooed at her and changed her. she didn't cry this time, even giving him a tiny gummy smile that had him emotional all over again.

[madisonshoneybun]

Hello! I was wondering if you still are continuing to take fanfic request if you could possibly do one where newt and the reader are childhood friends and newt really likes the reader and is going to their house to confess his feeling to them but he is sad because they moved to New York to find a Job and after a few years newt sees the reader sitting on a bench at a park in New York but doesn’t know if that’s them because they are sitting with their back away from him so he isn’t sure if that’s really them, and they finally reunited and he confesses his feeling when the reading is working a late night shift at the department store in the first film and is about to go home oh btw if you could possibly add a bit of jealous Tina let’s say newt has kept the same necklace which he wanted to give to the reader when he wanted to confess his feeling to them when he was younger and then Tina goes into Newt’s case and finds the necklace and assumes Newt wants to give it to her so she puts it on anyway and Newt says it is not for her and she has to give the necklace back to him but at the end when she sees how happy Newt and the reader are together she is happy and accepts the fact that newt likes someone else and finds someone else to love. Omg if you do this I will be so so so happy I have just had this idea for a really long time now but honestly probably couldn’t actually write it thank you so much!

Found

Warning - none

Pairing - Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary - Newt left you and you had no idea why. He was someone you could never stop thinking about but as luck would have it, he found you. Will he leave you again? Will he be honest about how he truly feels? Or will he hurt you all over again?

A/N - Jezz it's been a long time. I remember when I was in high school, and my only hobby was writing fanfiction. I never told a soul. But here I am, now 22 and still wanting to come back and write from time to time. Though I didn't start this Tumblr account when I was in high school. I hope you like what I've written and keep sending requests and I just might write some. Might even right a few then hop off the face of the planet again. I don't know, but enjoy :)

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Your most fond memories were running round the halls of Hogwarts with Newt not far behind. Sometimes you were skipping class to be with his creatures, sometimes one would escape, and you were both trying to catch it and other times, your favorite times, it was just so you could both be alone. There was a spot, under the east stairwell, where you'd hide. Newt was never one for affection but for some reason, here, with you, he'd hold your hand. Tracing his fingers over the lines on your palm almost like he was trying to read your future. You always hoped he'd be reading them to see if your futures aligned. Maybe if the maps on your palm were identical to his, it meant you were meant to be together. Like it was destiny. He'd never let you read his though, only allowing you to wrap your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect puzzle pieces. You'd lean you head on his shoulder, and he'd mumble creature facts to you, describe their beauty with hints of passion. Unicorns and fairies were in muggle stories, always the good guys and the most beautiful creatures to them. But Newt could tell you anything about any creature in the world, and you'd fall for them without caring what they looked like. Newt loved magical beasts and you loved them too.

You sat on a bench, the cold New York air biting at your skin. You didn't mind though. It reminded you of home. You'd picked up knitting a few years after graduating from Hogwarts. Both your muggle and wizard friends teased you, saying it was so boring and it was something only old people did. You liked it though, and it was always a high when you finished a piece, whether it be gloves, a hat or a scarf, it always made you so happy. Right now you were working on a scarf. You'd come up with idea of making your own version of the house scarfs at Hogwarts. You had started with your house, seeing as it was obviously superior, and worked your way through the others. Right now, you were working on the finally one. Hufflepuff. It was bittersweet. It was almost like you were pushing it off as much as you could. Every time you saw that shade of yellow, you'd be brought back to Hogwarts. To that boy with the most beautiful green eyes. To his crocked smile and its cute fluffy hair.

You smiled gently at the half-made scarf. God did you miss him. You wondered what he was doing, if he was okay, and if he still loved beast. You laughed quietly and shook your head. Of course, he does, dead or alive, he would never not love them. Even if one were to kill him, he wouldn't blame them. You heard someone chuckled behind you. It made you jump to your feet, dropping everything you were doing on the ground. Your hand flew to your back pocket, where you keep your wand, as you spun around.

Your hands fell to my sides upon seeing him. Both beautiful eyes and that fluffy hair. "Newt?"

He looked just as surprised to see you as you were of seeing him. Almost like he wasn't expecting it at all. What did he expect laughing at a random woman in the cold? A heavy sigh left your lips. "Were you just laughing at me Mr. Scamander?" You thought, seeing as you were both adults, it might be better to address him properly. You didn't have any idea on how he felt about you, if he had moved on from your friendship from school. It only felt polite to call him by his last name. He stilled and opened his mouth to speak. You could almost visually see the sweat form on his face and the color leave his eyes. "Uh no- I wasn't" He stuttered, waving his hands in the air.

You put your hands on your hips and titled your head to the side. "I jumped so hard cause I heard you laugh. Don't try to fool me." The flustered look on his face was so cute, you almost felt bad for teasing him. You weren't the same girl you were back then, growing more confident as the days went by. You wouldn't be so easily flustered by him like when you were little, but you doubt he'd even remember though moments. Or tell you about them at that. He looked just as flustered, maybe even more as he listened to you speak. It started to make you laugh and you waved a hand at him. "It's alright Scamander, I'm just teasing you. Can't handle a bit of teasing from an old friend?" His shoulders dropped, relaxing finally. For a moment, he still said nothing. Looking you up and down for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak properly to you. "I heard you laugh and I couldn't help it. Yours is contagious." A blush crept up your neck.

He looked the same but also so different. He was taller than you now, more built, leaner. His jaw sharp, a bit longer hair, and this aura about him. He still felt a bit shy but exuded this confidence that you've never seen in him before. What had changed? How did he still feel like that kid from so long ago but I feel so mature? How stupid could I be? He's a grown man. You looked down at your items on the floor and crouched to get them. He crouched too but soon stood back up. "What are you doing here?" You sat back down, and he took a seat next to you. "I'm passing through. On my way to Arizona to release a Thunderbird I rescued from Egypt... though..." He looked down at his hands like he was ashamed. "It appears some other creatures escaped my case, so I have to find them before anything bad happens to them."

You could feel his sadness wrap around you. It felt cold and seeing him after not seeing him so long didn't erase your memories of him. His love for all magical creatures. You took his hand, like he had done to you all those times under that stairwell, and squeezed tightly. "Let me help you." His eyes moved to yours and for a moment they looked like there were stars in them. Like hearing you say that made him the happiest in the world. Like you weren't afraid or anger at him for leaving all those years ago but it soon faded. Knowing what little he knew about what was going on in this city, he never wanted to put you in danger so, like all those years ago. He pushed you away. He pulled his hand away and rose to his feet. He refused to look at you as he picked up his case. "I've got it. I know these creatures like the back of hand. Don't worry yourself with it." and without giving you even a second to respond, he began to walk away.

Seeing his back to you, slowly getting farther and farther away, you had no idea what to do. When he left you tried to stop him, but he wouldn't open up to you about why. You could never understand it all. But you did understand was how much he hurt you. How much it hurt to have him lie to your face. And how much it hurt begging him to be honest with you, begging you to stay, and having him still leave you behind. You weren't going to do again. Not this time. You were going to let him go.

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Newt had been keeping himself occupied in his case all night. The others had no idea what to do. Something must've happened but none of them were close enough to him to ask. Jacob was the first to try, but all he got was one-word responses. Queenie tried to but Newt didn't even bare her a glance. Tina was the only one absent from this whole ordeal. She was inside the shed, while Newt was taking care of his creatures and Jacob followed him like a lost puppy. She was looking through his things, trying to find anything about him. They had gotten close, and had bonded through this while ordeal, even though it wasn't entirely over yet. She could feel her feelings growing for him the more they interacted with him. When Newt saved her, looked her in the eyes and promised her that'd he'd catch her, she felt something. She had felt so safe and cared for. She had a slight worry that he might leave her. Save himself and then go save his case. But he stayed and the look in his eyes felt like a silent promise that he wasn't going to leave her.

She opened up drawer after drawer. Not really rummaging through, just moving a few things around. She eventually came across and small velvet box. It was a beautiful royal blue. It was so soft and light. When she opened it, a soft glow illuminated her face. She took it out of the box, setting it aside and hold a beautiful silver necklace. It was short, like it would rest perfectly in-between a person's collarbones. These last few days, maybe he felt the same way? It felt too soon for something like this but everyone knew how awkward, yet charming Newt was. He was never very good with words. There was this tiny whisper in the back of her mind that said to ask him who this was for. Confirm with him first before she thought it belonged to her but the love she felt for him drowned out that voice. Slowly, as to not make a sound, she put it around her neck. Clasping it in place. She felt silly for being so quiet. No human on this ear could hear the sound if a necklace clamping in place but her nerves got the better of her. She closed the box, setting it back inside the drawer, and left the shed.

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You couldn't believe your boss called you in so late. You weren't a security guard; this wasn't in your job description. You were reading about everything going on, and you can't lie and say it didn't make you nervous. There was no denying it wasn't something more than normal muggle things. It had to be something you'd read about in school. Or some witch or wizard who was after something. You knew all this but could do nothing. You weren't with the Macusa, like you'd ever want to do anything like that, you were just a normal witch. The best you were good at was making positions and remembering wizard history. And of course, a butt load of creature facts. You also felt confident that the Macusa were handling it.

Never mind that. You had to be "keeping an eye out" as your boss had told you to do. This store had never been broken into at night, you never understood why. Shoplifters though? That has happened a few times. Since you didn't think anyone would dare try to break in, you brought you scarf to finish. It was almost done. Just a few more rows to go. Glancing down at the fabric in your hands, you remembered the park. How you were literally just looking at this stupid thing and thinking about him. Then he popped into thin air. Almost like you were granted a wish from the gods but now? Just looking at it stung. What did you do to deserve this treatment from him? Did he figure out your feelings and just had no clue on how to turn you down? If he didn't like you back you would've respected that decision, but he didn't even respect you enough to tell you why he was leaving. Before you could get too into your head you heard something fall to the ground. Luck truly wasn't on your side huh? First you wished for him and now you somehow jinxed this whole break in thing.

You stood, making slow, gentle movements around the front desk. Making your way over to what had dropped, you felt like there were eyes on you. And in an instant, you were grabbed from behind, a hand over your mouth. You went to scream but once your back met the person's chest you stared ahead. You saw Newt, holding a finger to his lips. Just looking at him made you anger. How could he treat you the way he did and then randomly show up here and have whoever was holding you touch you like this? What would he even need here? Then it hit you. His creatures.

You nodded and the person behind you let you go. You turned to face them and saw a man, he quickly whispered an apology to you, and two women. Then women were like polar opposites of each other, visually speaking. Nothing to do with their beauty, no, they were both probably the prettiest women you had ever met. They just looked different. Once blonde wearing pinks and a cute face of makeup, the other a brunette wearing darker clothes. After scanning the group your eyes fall back to Newt. "What's here?" he pointed past me, a floating purse making its way through the store. "Dougal, my Demiguise." You nodded slowly. You've heard a lot about those creatures. Newt always thought they were the most difficult to catch, or save even.

"Demiguise are fundamentally peaceful, but-" "they can give a nasty nip though." You shrugged. The room fell silent. You looked up at the other, who you still hadn't gotten the name of. They looked at you like you were crazy but Newt had this slight smirk on his face. "I learned from the master himself." You whispered and gently nudged Newts arm. After the interruption Newt was giving out orders. "You two, head that way. And try very hard not to be predictable. Y/n?" You hummed softly. "Stay with them?" You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was worried for them. These people obviously knew little to nothing. But you knew everything, you knew what to do and what not to do. You keep these people safe. And Newt trusted you so deeply with that task. You smiled and nodded, leading the way.

We were in some kind of attic and Newt was describing the beast to everyone in the room. Once you realized it was babysitting and that Newt "must have miscounted" you knew we were in for it. A huge and beautiful Occamy came forward. Staring straight into Newt's eyes. You felt a smile creep onto your face, you'd never seen one before but like you'd always thought, no matter the creature, it was a wonderful thing to see. Seeing how gently Newt was, you thought for sure he had it, that was until the blonde walked forward, almost like she was in awe, and accidently kicked a Christmas ordainment. It rang and the poor thing got spooked. Its body got moved around the room, almost snake like. Your first immediate thought was to get Dougal, something so big could easily kill him while it was startled like this. But once you made your way towards him, he made his way towards the other man and blondie. Now in the center of the room, Newt was gone, riding on top of it. Before you could even think to start looking around for something small or an insect, one of its wings came flying towards you. Hitting you square in the chest and making you slam into the floor. You head hurt the most, and you blacked out while gasping for air.

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We had just gotten the Occamy in the tea pot and for a spilt second everything left so calm. It felt like the weight he had been keeping on his shoulders had vanished, but it all faded when he saw you, the literal light of his light, laid limp on the floor. Tina had both hands on the tea pot and the lip so Newt ran to your side. "Y/n? Hey, wake up!" He shook you gently and then realized that was probably the worst thing he could be doing to you right now. His only other thought in mind was to take you into his arms and bring you into his case. He had put a cot in the shed, right by the entrance. Sometimes he just preferred to be asleep near his creatures. The sounds they made throughout the night were like little lullabies. He brought you down, the other following close behind, and laid you gently on it. Taking off his coat and laying that on top of you too. It was particularly cold but he still worried.

"Can you put my Occamy back and Dougal on his tree?" He didn't spare anyone a glance. But Jacob nodded, leading Queenie out of the room. But Tina stayed. She took a seat next to you, looking you over. It seemed she didn't snoop enough, or she was just blind as a bat because once she looked up towards Newt, she was a photo. A moving picture, of you, smiling so bright. Her hand slowly went to the necklace. She felt this ping in her chest. Over these past few days she thought her and Newt were becoming closer. Like they could be something more. Maybe not this soon, but over time, maybe something. It genuinely hurt more than she thought it would. While Newt was still distracted, making something to help you, she took off the necklace and gently placed it around your neck. Seeing it on you, it felt like it just belonged there.

She stood to her feet and gave Newt a gently pat on the back and left the room. Leaving the two of you alone.

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You slowly opened your eyes, your head heavy and throbbing. Your back also just completely bruised. You sat up slowly, touching your hand to your head. It was wrapped in gauze and a foreign cream over your collarbones, along with a necklace. You knew you weren't wearing it before but besides that, you were in so much pain. You glanced around the room and saw Newt, setting on the floor beside you, holding your free hand. You squeezed it and he opened his eyes, standing so quickly to his feet that he fell back a bit, leaning fully on the work bench behind him. "Are you alright?" you asked him with a chuckled. "Are you alright?" he made his way back to your side. His hand finding its way to the back of your head. He leaned down a bit, giving you a once over. You nodded. "I'm fine, though I will say that hurt more than when we tried to ride that Hippogriff we found in the forest." He moved away and went back to his work bench, grabbing something that must've been sitting there, waiting for you. He handed it to you and drank it without a second thought. Your body felt cool all of a sudden and like the pain was fading away.

He sat beside you, fiddling with his fingers. You grabbed his hands, like you'd done all those years ago but for the first time, he flipped his hand, allowing you to see the maps on his palm. He glanced at him, but his eyes were laser focused on your fingers as you ran them over the lines. Your eyes went back to his hands, much larger than yours. As you traced the lines they felt familiar. It felt like the same pattern he would trace onto you. Your heart was beating so fast. All this time you wondered why he was so fascinated by it, but he knew all along that you futures were aligned. You continued to stare and trace with a smile permanently etched on your face. "I love you."

Your eyes shot up. "I love you, y/n. I've loved you for so long and I've been terrified to tell you but..." He clenched his jaw. "When I saw you there, I was more terrified than ever. The thought of you not loving me back couldn't compare to the thought of you dying. So I knew I had to tell you. I'm sorry I never told you, and I'm sorry I left." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His beautiful green meeting your calm (y/e/c). His hand went to your cheek, thumbing rubbing your tears away. You hand went over his, and gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. A chuckle left your lips as the tears fell completely. "I love you too. I always have."

He smirked and you could see his shoulders relax. He was looking at you so intently and then down at your lips. Your eyes met again and he leaned forward, ever so slightly, then stopped. It was a silent way to ask permission. Then you leaned forward to, inviting him in. He took the invitation and slowly kissed you. It was soft, gentle and the best thing you've ever felt in your life. The happiness you both felt filled the room. This might be your new, fondest, moment.

Masterlist

[thefallennightmare]

Hi Tina! I'm gonna be honest I don't remember if I send my reauest in last week or not, and now I wonder if it maybe is one of the few you skipped this week, so just to avoid sending the same request again this week and making you uncomfortable again (I'm so sorry if I did, it was not an intention!❤️) I wanted kind of the opposite of this one you wrote, just with Noah https://www.tumblr.com/thefallennightmare/750483689623928832/hi-its-not-monday-but-can-i-request-a-hc . Again, I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable!❤️

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I AM SO SO SORRY! Tumblr must have ate the message because for the life of me, I cannot find the original one.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

"Not yet, angel," Noah ordered, halting the movement of his fingers inside of you.

You did your best to listen, letting out a deep breath as your orgasm was so close to exploding inside of you.

"I can't. I'm about to cum," you cried and covered your face with your hands.

"Yes, you can. We can drag this out, it's alright," he cooed while gently removing your hands from your face.

You sucked in a breath at the sight of his unruly hair and blissed-out eyes; your arousal soaking his mouth.

You already came all over his mouth not even a minute after he began teasing your clit with his tongue.

It was always like this for as long as you could remember.

You didn't know why but it never took you long to have an orgasm. No matter how hard you tried to prolong it, it never worked.

You would almost feel ashamed that you were never able to drag it out and enjoy the sex with Noah like you should have.

But he never minded.

He absolutely loved how fast you came apart for him.

With your worries, however, he promised to help you drag this out.

Orgasm Denial.

When Noah felt you clenching around his finger, he slowly dragged them out and you wanted to be mad at him.

But you were so ecstatic you could cry.

"That's it, angel." He praised while leaving a soft kiss on your swollen clit. "You can cum when I tell you to."

Anytime he felt your body about to release those endorphins you were desperate for, he pulled back and it only heightened your senses even more.

You felt like you were on fire.

You felt like you were teetering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall but was held up by an invisible string.

Now, nearly thirty minutes later and only one orgasm, you were crying and begging for a release as Noah slowly dragged his cock out of you.

"Do you want that, angel?" He asked after kissing you roughly, leaving your lips bruised.

You were so exhausted all you could do was nod.

"You've earned it. Scream my name when you cum."

You did.

It was one of the most earth-shattering, mind-bending, axis-tilting orgasms you ever had as you writhed underneath Noah's large frame.

"That's my good girl," he praised, moments before pulling out of you, painting your stomach with his warm cum.

[jo-harrington]

Sunsets.

They were always better when you watched them with someone else.

You glanced down at the hands in your lap: yours and Sam's, twined together like your lives have been for the past 5 years. The best of friends from the moment her family moved into town. You couldn't remember a time when you existed without her.

She's chatting now, telling some story about her boyfriend's dunce behavior to cheer you up after Mark broke your heart. Douchebag. You don't really know how you got here of all places; how things seemed to go so right with him and then so terribly wrong.

Sam made a joke at both Patrick and Mark's expense. You laughed and the sound of it was unfamiliar and almost roared in your ear, like a hundred people were laughing.

Everyone always laughed at Sam's jokes. Everyone loved Sam. Everything always worked out for her, even in the most unlikely situations. She was just lucky like that.

You told her once, after she won the talent show at school, that it almost seemed like she was the star of The Samantha Show or something. She found it hilarious, apparently, but you had an inkling that her feelings were still hurt. This was real life, not TV. She didn't just win because she was some main character, she worked really hard on her dance routine.

You felt a little bad after that, never brought it up again. The dark little voice deep down inside you smothered for now.

Because yeah, she did work hard. You knew that. She was smart and talented and funny and caring and a great friend and neighbor and that's just how it was because...

Because...

Because she strived to be all of those thing.

Things you…really didn’t bother with.

Because you were…

You.

Average, squeaking by a three-point-something GPA, wannabe artist who could barely draw, never left town before even when there was that field trip to DC because you got the mumps. A little nervous, a little clumsy, a little romantic with your head in the clouds. You always had a crush but nothing ever really came of those crushes until Mark.

The only boy to ever like you back and then he broke your heart.

“I just want to disappear,” you muttered pathetically and let go of Sam’s hand to cover your eyes again.

"So do it!" Sam finally hopped to her feet in the way that only she could, raring for another passioned, motivational speech that she was known for. You really needed one of those and also loathed that she was about to give you one. "Disappear! Leave!”

This was not the speech you expected.

"Uh, what?" you let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh, tears forgotten for now. "What do you mean leave? Hello, graduation in a few months. Prom? Then college. What happened to your big plan last week? One last summer in Port Geneva?"

"Forget one last summer," she waved her arms wildly. "This is your life! You're my best friend, I want you happy. Tell me the truth. Do you really even want to go to college? Wouldn't you rather pack up big blue and go on that adventure like you talked about in 8th grade?"

At your blank stare, Sam grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you.

"That's the whole reason we're friends in the first place don't you remember? The ice breaker?! Are you kidding?"

"I don't have a clue," you giggled as she jostled you around.

"Our entire friendship built on a lie. UGH. Ok. Mrs. Mills what-do-you-wanna-do-in-10-years activity? And everyone's was stupid. Tina wanted to be on the cover of Tiger Beat for the Girl Superstar issue. Patrick...gotta love him...but he wanted to be the starting quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. Mine was so dumb I don't even want to say it, great first impressions I made as the new kid.

"But you wanted to see the world! Pack your bags and board a train around the US. Paint the sunset at the Grand Canyon. See glaciers in Alaska! Hell, you even said you'd travel to Middle Earth if you could. And I thought you meant the equator!"

You both laughed and as she went on and on about things you apparently said 4 years ago and as the memory came back to you, your heart ached.

Yeah, you did say that stuff didn't you? You’d been such a silly, idealistic kid before you grew up and reality hit you time and time again.

"That was just kids stuff Sammie," you laughed dismissively. "I'm...I'm gonna take classes at State, and I'm gonna work at the furniture store and I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna pine over Mark Greckman over the rest of your life?" The hands were on her hips again. "No, ma'am, you...you're gonna go on your adventure and...oh my...you're gonna find a prince of some European kingdom or...or a handsome stranger in an Italian villa. Or both. Hoards of men fighting for your affection."

"Please stop," you stood up and grabbed her as she started waving her arms around and pantomiming kissing a tall stranger. "Stop it."

"Ok I'm done, I'm done," she promised. "I just don't want you to be crying over that idiot anymore. And we might be close to graduation but...I don't know...you can still change your mind."

"Hmm," you shrugged. "I dunno. If just sounds so…”

“Unlike you?”

“Yeah.”

"Just think about it," she urged you. "You and your Volkswagen Beetle…and the world...the whole universe if you want it! The possibilities are endless. I just feel like...1985...it's gonna be your year."

There was a spark of inspiration that grew inside of you, and in your heart, you knew she was right.

You pulled her into your arms, grateful to have your best friend.

"Port Geneva was filmed in front of a live studio audience."

Eddie hit the rewind button on the remote and watched the scene speed in reverse until it hit Sam’s big speech. He hit play and watched for a minute then paused, the blurry image of your giggling face frozen on his screen for the foreseeable future.

He sighed and leaned back on the couch to enjoy your company for a minute.

The living room was dark, only illuminated by the glow of the TV and the street lights outside shining through the windows. There was a stack of tapes on the coffee table, along with his abandoned homework. The pizza he ordered would be here soon but for now…it was just you and him.

“M’sorry Mark was an asshole,” he said aloud into the still room. “To be honest…I kind of warned you about him way back.”

You don’t say anything. You never do.

“I know, the heart wants what it wants.” He picked a piece of lint off of his jeans. “I just want to look out for you honey.”

You stay smiling on the screen, and he can imagine it got the slightest bit bigger when he said that.

“I know you try to look after me too. Guess that doesn’t stop either of us getting hurt right?” He chuckled and pat his hands on his lap.

This was pathetic, talking to a fictional character like they were really in the room with him.

You were just…you were everything. And you’d been there for him, a balm to his woes. You had been since he started watching Port Geneva way back when, but especially since everything went down last year.

With his dad and the house and…

There was a knock at the door and Eddie hit the eject button so he could put in the next tape in watch with dinner. It was gonna be a good episode, you tell Mark off and even punch him; he remembered it fondly.

Defending yourself. He was proud of his girl.

Eddie ate his dinner and watched his episodes, taped from when they originally aired. Wednesday nights at 9pm, right before the news. He did his homework and occasionally repeated the rewind-pause-play act that he had perfected over the years so he could make another joke or, just once, complain about his chemistry homework.

Life was hard. For everyone. But especially if your name was Eddie Munson. Still, he endured. He’d never been a stranger to fantasy and escapism, he had his books and his game and his movies but there was something so…comforting in the realism that was your show.

A small suburban town full of normals. All sorts of mundane activities that mostly everyone made feel were…life altering events. And a handful of misunderstood outcasts—like you and Scott and Bonnie—who played supporting characters to the stars. Stars that were, quite frankly, unrealistic and annoying.

Eddie felt that way sometimes though, like he was just some background character waiting for his chance at the spotlight. Who had been the main character in his story, huh? Ronnie? Yeah…he could see that, now that she was on her great college adventure.

But with her gone, what would come of his storyline? Did he just fade into the background again?

Eddie ejected the tape before the current episode finished and propped his feet on the coffee table as he flipped the channels to something else. He needed to focus on something else. He would come back to his tapes, to you, another night and he would wish that you were real once again. Knocking on his door, taking him on a grand adventure with you.

But for now he just needed to stew in his…sad secondary character thoughts.

You got your time in the spotlight, a 2-episode arc at the end of the season, and as much as he hoped that it would be his turn soon…to be the character everyone loved…the person everyone loved…he knew it might never happen for him.

Eddie the Freak. Eddie the outcast. Eddie the idiot.

He would even take a single scene dedicated to him at this point.

Was that too much to ask?

Coming in 2024.

Find the Masterlist here. And the original blurb here.

[twopoppies]

all of the stunts- as someone who has been in the fandom since 2011, witnessed stunts live in action etc- have been so poorly developed and played out it’s an absolute monstrosity how the gp actually believed that. here are just a few examples

haige was, in a brief summary, a pathetic attempt to portray harry as whatever they were aiming for. it was so messy and became toxic on harry’s behalf so sudden it was upsetting to witness. paige was an attention seeking person who wanted to gain a persona- even signed w an agency because of her association. it was all really one big mess, people believed H cheated on L (bffr.), L and Z had a fling in who remembers where they went, H and L were over, done nada. i’m unsure how haige is still being mentioned til this day? photos that magically resurface are just the evidence of the failed ordeal.

elounor was used as a punishment for both of the boys. if they acted a certain way on stage, in an interview, said the wrong thing or was in the wrong place at the wrong time it would result in a pap walk or a new article about how famous singer from 1D was going to propose and have kids with the love of his life!! by the end of the stunt the storyline had been fucked up so consistently that there is no consistency in the actual “relationship”. they were on, then off, then on, then off- gretchen, tina, eleanor, what looked like liam in a wig?? yeahh ok very believable on their behalf sure.

i don’t even want to talk about baby gate. babygate was hell on earth. chaotic, and yet probably resembles a performance by 6 year olds. photoshops, fertility clinic, stolen pictures, instagram accounts created JUST months before ‘F’ was born. paternity tests, L randomly getting a woman pregnant because that’s totally responsible from a guy who’s definitely had more meetings about not doing dumb shit whilst off the clock to keep his boyband image.

anyways, i find it funny how people believe the stunts. the stunts that were so painstakingly obvious. ah, just wanted to rant since all i’m seeing is shit about the stunts ✌️

Bless you. Totally agree. There's absolutely zero effort made to make them consistent or believable because why work so hard when the GP and half the fans believe anything they're told? I don't know why people bring up old shit, and then new fans just freak out, and it becomes the topic of the day.

[minidodds]

all I care about in s04 is Mikey scenes

you and me both!! Glad someone said it. Listen, I love the show but for the exception of 3 characters, everyone is so annoying to me. and i'm not gonna lie, every year a season has dropped the first thing I've watched is THE crucial Michael episode.

Yesss!! We're just here for Mikey, haha.

It's like that post of yours, of Mikey's "time on screen" versus "impact on the story." He's had like, what, 30-40 mins of screen time over 3 seasons? And yet he's my absolute favorite part of the show.

On that note...I've been thinking a little bit on the difference of management styles of Mikey versus Carmy. Now, granted, I am totally biased here because I have a soft spot for Mikey, but here are my thoughts:

The way Mikey led the Beef was pretty much a wreck (which Tina has pointed out), but his motivation was keeping his people happy. Like when he first meets Tina, he says "there are days when it is so much fun, like so much fun" and his face lights up. He was motivated by trying to keep his staff/friends as comfortable as he could (which was difficult, given how much of a dumpsterfire the business side of the Beef was).

While, Carmy, on the other hand, has zero people skills and a lot of the time treats his employees with complete disrespect and unprofessionalism. Remember when a few of the new staff quit after like one shift because they couldn't handle the toxic environment Carmy created? Yea....I don't blame them.

Maybe throughout the later season(s) of the show Carmy will evolve (just like Richie has, that was some stellar character development, I am a fan of Richie). But as of now, I am not a fan of Carmy's leaderships skills (or complete lack of them).

Mikey forever is the heart. He had so much love for his family (blood family and those he "adopted" along the way). I am so ready for the next few mins we get with him in S04!!

[bonesandthebees]

time would never let her stay

I usually don't crosspost my fics to tumblr but I felt like it today. based off day 3 of purgatory, accidentally fits with today's prompt for @mcyt-yuri-week hurt/comfort except I forgot yuri week was happening until I'd already started the fic it was a total coincidence

anyway have some very soft lesbians :)

wc: 2884

crossposted to ao3

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Tina’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

It was one of the most annoying side effects of respawn she had become all too familiar with over the past few days. Pain echoing through wounds that weren’t there anymore, aches flashing through her muscles every time she moved too quickly, a constant tremor in her fingers that she couldn’t seem to get rid of no matter how much she warmed her hands by the fire—the respawns here were different than they were back on Quesadilla Island. That much was clear.

She had to ignore it. That’s what she kept telling herself as she knelt down in front of her crops, curling her fingers in and out of fists to try and steady them before reaching to pull more delicate tea leaves from the soil. The dark leaves were soft, damp earth crumbling around her fingers as she dug her hands in to separate them from the stem. 

If there was one thing Tina could do for her team, it was this. She might not be the best at fighting, but she knew how to grow things. She relished in it. Even when the sky was the color of blood and she could still feel the phantom sting of a sword sliding between her ribs, all of that got pushed to the back of her mind when she watched those leaves unfurl from the earth. Satisfaction would curl around her heart when amber would seep out of the leaves in their cups of water, before she’d pass it off to one of her teammates to drink. 

Still, Tina couldn’t help but think of how different things were now to only a few days before. To kneeling in front of the crops by her house, hands steady as she plucked the tea leaves and wrapped them in loose cloth. She remembered the way she’d tie the twine into a bow before dropping the tea bag into the cleanest bottle she could find, the water turning amber before she placed the bottle in the bottom of a chest meant for Bagi. 

Tina didn’t have the resources to make proper tea bags here. It wasn’t that bad at least. Not the most pleasant taste, but she liked to think the tea leaves themselves had extra nutrients. Maximize strength and all that. Keep their team going for as long as possible. 

And when her chest ached after drinking another cup of tea, Tina told herself it was just because of the leaves. It had nothing to do with memories of sweet notes placed on top of tea bottles nestled in chests flashing through her mind. It had nothing to do with her thinking of how much better the tea tasted when she was sharing it with Bagi during their picnic date. It had nothing to do with Bagi at all. Definitely not.

Her hands still shook as she placed the tea leaves into the cloth pouch on her hip. Biting back a sigh, she tied more string around the pouch to close it before pushing to her feet. 

Although she enjoyed farming, her legs were getting cramped. She needed a breather.

Cool night air blew over the hills, ruffling Tina’s hair and sending a chill down her spine. Night had fallen several hours before, and the stars painted above her head were a welcome reprieve from all the red. 

She pushed her hair out of her face, her fingers brushing against the tiny horns on the top of her head. Sharp pain flashed through her skull, making her wince as she yanked her hand away. Her horns were so sensitive these days, and even though she knew why it was still a harsh reminder. Not a day went by that she didn’t file them down to make sure they didn’t poke out of her hair. As much as it hurt, it was a necessary evil. Mouse might’ve been able to wear her demon horns openly, but Tina wasn’t ready for that. Especially not now. Especially not when tensions were higher than they’d ever been between the groups.

Nothing felt certain these days. Tina couldn’t even trust the ground beneath her feet because this island had fucking earthquakes. But more than anything, she hated not being able to trust anyone but her own team. She hated the constant paranoia. She hated that she always had to listen for footsteps behind her. She hated that even taking a deep breath felt like a risk. 

The sand and gravel beneath her feet became dotted with grass as she wandered further away from the blue team’s territory. She kept a hand on her sword, her eyes darting between the shadows to look for any sign of movement. The pouch of tea leaves on her hip swung with every step she took. Maybe she should’ve left it back at the farm.

A twig snapped behind her. Tina’s heart leapt into her throat as she froze.

“Hello?” She called out, unsheathing her sword with her still shaking hands. “Is someone there?”

Her eyes continued to dart over the shadows. She listened as closely as she could for the sound of a zombie’s groans, or a skeleton's bones rattling.

Another twig snapped. Then, another. Footsteps echoed between the trees. When Tina looked down at her map, she couldn’t see anyone nearby. Whoever it was, they’d turned off their map marker.

“Oh no,” she whispered, pressing her back to a tree as her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. “No no no no-” 

The footsteps got louder. And louder. And louder.

Then,

“Tina?”

 Oh.

“Bagi?” Tina called out, slowly lowering her sword. “Where are you?” 

The shadows moved. Suddenly, Bagi stepped out from between the trees, and Tina wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or nauseous at the sight of her. 

Although Tina knew they were all rather worse for wear at this point, Bagi had always been the type of person to look shockingly put together for whatever she was going through. Just found out her long lost twin brother was right in front of her and didn’t remember who she was? Her white and brown hair would be perfectly tousled. In the middle of threatening Cucurucho with a frying pan? Her sweater vest and trousers looked as though they’d just been pressed. 

Maybe she was biased, but Tina was convinced Bagi couldn’t look bad even if she tried. 

Even now, while it was a shock to see the tangles in Bagi’s hair and uneven green thread stitched up the side of her coat, she was still Bagi. Perfect, strong, lovely Bagi. 

Except Bagi was holding a sword, just like Tina was. 

Except neither one of them had made any moves to put their swords away. 

Except Tina was far away from her base, and hadn’t told any of her team members that she’d even left.

A beat ticked by, and it felt like an eon trapped in a second. Then, another one passed. And another.

“Hey,” Bagi finally breathed.

“Hi,” Tina replied, eyes darting between Bagi’s face and the sword still in her hand. 

The two of them fell silent again. Bagi’s own eyes fell on Tina’s sword. 

“Are-” Bagi cut herself off, blinking fast. “If you don’t want to talk, tell me now.”

Despite the fact that Tina’s heart was still racing like a jackrabbit, something in Bagi’s voice made her pause. There were cracks in her words that Tina had never heard before. She looked away from Bagi’s sword to meet her eyes again, and realized that her lovely Bagi was afraid. 

Bagi was afraid of her.

At that moment, Tina stopped thinking about the danger she was putting herself in. Bagi was scared, and Tina never wanted to see that. Not now, and not ever. 

“I- I won’t hurt you,” Tina stammered out, letting her sword clatter to the ground. 

Bagi’s eyes widened, adjusting her grip on her own sword. Tina’s breath caught in her throat.

And then, Bagi’s sword joined Tina’s in the dust. 

“I won’t hurt you either,” Bagi said. 

Oh thank god.

Slumping back against the tree she’d been pressed against, Tina let out the breath she’d been holding. Relief flashed over Bagi’s face as well, and after a beat, Tina waved Bagi closer. 

Leaving their swords on the ground, Bagi joined Tina leaning against the tree trunk. The two slid to the ground, their shoulders pressed together. For a minute, neither one of them said anything. Instead, they breathed in sync. 

In, and out. 

In, and out. 

Tina’s heartbeat began to slow. 

“I’m sorry,” Bagi said after another minute. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but-”

“No, it’s okay. I get it,” Tina reassured her. “This is all, uh, really crazy.”

Clenching her jaw, Bagi nodded. She blinked a few times like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to. 

Luckily for her, Tina was good at being patient.

“Cellbit didn’t try to talk to me,” Bagi finally said, her voice soft as she stared out at the trees. “I wanted to talk. I was trying to. But he just went for it.” She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath, before opening them again. “It’s fine. I get it. We’re in a really fucked up situation and it’s bringing back memories for him. It just… took me off guard.”

The ache was back in Tina’s chest, but it had changed now. A different pain than before. Lesser, but harder to ignore. 

Shifting closer, Tina reached for the limp hand Bagi had resting on her leg. She brushed her fingers against Bagi’s, waiting to see if she would pull away. When she didn’t, Tina laced their fingers together, and realized they hadn’t held hands since before they were all sent here.

“I’m sorry, Bagi,” Tina murmured, rubbing her thumb over Bagi’s knuckles. “Even if you get why, that’s still kinda messed up for him to not even listen to you before killing you.”

Sighing, Bagi leaned further into Tina’s side. “It’s not about me. It’s just the situation.”

Despite saying the words like they were a fact, Tina could tell Bagi was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Tina. So she squeezed Bagi’s hand, and Bagi squeezed back. 

“But, uh, yeah,” Bagi continued after a moment, eyes dropping to their interlaced hands. “That’s why I wasn’t sure what you were going to do. It feels like nothing’s off the table these days.”

Tina nodded, focusing on the warmth pooling between her and Bagi’s palms. Besides friendly pats on the back and occasionally helping someone bandage their wounds, this was the first gentle touch Tina had felt in days. It soothed a rawness inside of her she didn’t even realize was there, and she didn’t want to let go of it anytime soon.

“I don’t think there is. Especially with Team Red. I’m pretty sure they’re losing their minds over there,” she then tried to joke.

Bagi chuckled at this, although it was weak. “We’re all losing it a bit, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” Tina hummed, squeezing Bagi’s hand again. “But at least we all seem to be on the same page of, like, insanity, y’know?”

Instead of laughing more, Bagi only nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Another silence fell over them. There was something else troubling Bagi. Tina could tell by the way she kept glancing at her from the corner of her eye. But unlike before, this wasn’t a waiting game. Bagi stayed silent, and Tina did too. 

So instead, Tina let her eyes roam over Bagi’s face, taking in the changes since the last time she’d seen her. Like she’d noticed before, Bagi’s hair was tangled. There was dirt smudged across her cheek, and a cut that had already scabbed over sitting above her eyebrow. Although it was dark in the shadow of the tree they were sitting against, after a few more moments, Tina noticed the dark purple bruises starting to form around Bagi’s left eye. 

“Is that a black eye?” Tina asked, sitting up straighter to get a better look. 

Bagi nodded. “I don’t even know how I got it. Probably during a fight or a death thing or some bullshit like that.” 

Frowning, Tina nodded. It made sense, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t like knowing that Bagi had been hurt, and there was nothing she could do about it. 

She looked down at the dried blood staining the front of Bagi’s sweater, and knew that there were more wounds she couldn’t see. Either because they were hidden by her clothes, or because they’d been erased by a respawn. Gone, but not forgotten. 

There was nothing Tina could do about those wounds. They’d both been hurt, and they were both going to continue to be hurt as the days went on. That was simply the reality of their situation. She couldn’t protect either of them from that.

But there was one thing Tina could do right now. 

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past few days making her more bold than she was used to being. Or maybe she was just overwhelmed with wanting to do something to help Bagi. 

Either way, despite her fluttering heart, Tina didn’t let herself think twice as she moved both of her hands up to cup Bagi’s face. 

Bagi blinked, but didn’t pull away. 

“Tina?” She whispered, her cheeks growing warm under Tina’s hands. “What are you-”

Before she could finish, Tina was leaning forward, and pressed her lips as gently as she could to the darkened skin near Bagi’s eye. Bagi fell silent, her breath soft against the side of Tina’s head as she peppered light kisses all over Bagi’s bruises. 

When Tina pulled back, she kept her hands on Bagi’s face. Bagi stared at her like this was her first time ever seeing Tina.

“Was that okay?” Tina whispered. 

Slowly, so as not to dislodge Tina’s hands from her face, Bagi nodded. 

“That- That was more than okay,” Bagi stammered out. 

A beat passed. Bagi’s soft breath was now puffing across Tina’s face.

Tina began to lean in again. But before she could-

“I was given a task to kill you today.”

Freezing, Tina’s eyes flew open to see the same fear as before flashing across Bagi’s face. 

Tina’s sword was still on the ground behind her, just out of reach. Bagi’s hands had settled on her waist, and although their grip was gentle, it wouldn’t take much effort for Bagi to hold her in place. 

“Oh,” Tina breathed, her face still inches from Bagi’s. 

“I’m not going to though,” Bagi then said, her thumbs rubbing small circles into Tina’s sides. “I don’t care if I lose points. I’m not going to hurt you, Tina. I swear.”

She could’ve been lying. Bagi was good at that. She’d lied to Tina before, and although she swore she wouldn’t lie to her again, that was before they’d been dropped on this hellscape island. Things had changed now. They both knew that.

But despite all this, Tina didn’t move away. Her heartbeat didn’t pick up speed. She kept her hands on Bagi’s cheeks, and Bagi kept rubbing circles into her skin.

“Okay,” Tina whispered, her nose brushing against Bagi’s. “Then I’m going to kiss you.” 

And finally, Bagi smiled. 

“Please.” 

Tina leaned in, and Bagi met her halfway. Her lips were chapped, and Tina knew hers were as well. There was the unmistakable taste of blood on her lips. But still, the kiss was soft. It was soft and slow and everything Tina dreamed it would be. 

There was nothing harsh about it. Nothing fiery. Despite the fact that they were in purgatory, Tina couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done to get this little slice of heaven all to herself.

They pulled away at the same time. Bagi smiled at her, and Tina smiled back as she leaned forward to bump her forehead against the other girl’s. Butterflies fluttered around her chest. Her skin buzzed as Bagi continued to trace shapes into her sides. 

Seconds ticked by. Then, minutes. Tina readjusted so she was resting her head against Bagi’s shoulder, and Bagi had her arm draped over her shoulders. 

“We’re going to be okay,” Bagi said after a bit of silence.

Tina looked up at Bagi through her lashes, once again wondering how she managed to look so perfect no matter what. 

“Yeah,” Tina murmured, nestling in closer to Bagi’s side. “We will.” 

Later that night, when Tina would eventually wander back to her farm, Missa would be there checking on the crops. He’d ask her where she went, and she’d tell him she just went for a walk. He’d ask her if she was alright, if she’d gotten attacked by any mobs. And she’d tell him that she was okay. 

Her belt would be short one pouch of tea leaves, but he wouldn’t notice. None of her teammates would. No one would notice that her hands had stopped shaking either. Tina wouldn’t even notice until she went to pull the leaves off another tea plant.

And if her tea tasted better that night than it had since they all got trapped there, Tina would be the only one to notice that too.

[writer-in-theory]

🚪☁️🤮 steddie for the build a blurb meme pls!!

ooh this is a fun set of prompts thank you!!

build-a-blurb prompts || send me a request

prompts: 🚪- showing up at the other's door begging for comfort, ☁️- enemies to lovers, 🤮- fake dating

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There was no good explanation for how Steve Harrington standing outside Eddie Munson's trailer at 3 in the morning.

One second he was standing in Tina's bathroom being told that his entire year-long relationship was bullshit, and the next he was standing in the middle of the town's trailer park with absolutely no memory of the walk over there. Normally Munson would have been at the party, but after a few cursory glimpses around the house he found the dealer was oddly missing.

It was cold. Steve's arms were littered with goosebumps under his jacket and his legs hadn't stopped shivering, proving how long he'd been standing there. Just knock.

The door swung open before he could, nearly rapping Steve's knuckles as he lifted them to knock. Eddie Munson stood there—hair disheveled and brown eyes looking tired, though slowly awakening as he realized who was standing there.

"Were you gonna stand on my front step all night, Harrington?" Eddie asked, already beginning to feign coolness by leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. "Tryin' to see how the other half live?"

"I..." Steve started, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the right words. "I need to buy."

"I'm not selling tonight, big boy."

"I need it," Steve punctuated. Idly, he wondered what his dad would think of him begging on Munson's doorstep like this. It's a good thing his parents are in Chicago again. "I just, please."

Eddie must have seen something in his face, because suddenly he was swiping a hand over his own face and moving back from the doorway. "What d'you want then, Harrington?"

Steve had no idea. He didn't do this shit. Sometimes he'd smoke with Tommy, but he never bought it. This was so far out of his element he couldn't help but stand awkwardly in the Munson trailer, arms wrapping around his middle like that might spare him from thinking about what he was doing. This was the only thing he could think of, though, that might ease the sharp sting in his chest. It felt like something had been ripped out of him, all the wire-like nerves frayed and shocking inside of the empty chest cavity.

"Whatever's strongest," Steve said.

Eddie raised one eyebrow, considering him for a moment before sighing and asking, "What's happening here?"

"Nothing. I want...drugs. Yeah, drugs."

"Drugs, yeah, okay, Harrington," Eddie breathed in shock, shaking his head. "What sent straight-laced, golden boy Steve Harrington to drugs?"

"None of your business, Munson," Steve instinctively snapped. They may be in the same graduating class now, but that didn't mean they got along. Steve can't remember the last time they ever spoke kindly to one another, if they even had. It was the simple fact that Steve was a jock and Eddie was decidedly not that had split them apart before they'd ever had a chance to see if they fit.

Steve had to wonder if that even held up anymore, considering how little he seemed to actually know about the world. He was so different from who he'd been even just a year ago, maybe Munson wasn't all so bad.

So he sighed, ran his fingers through his hair like it might reset the situation, then said, "Nancy broke up with me."

Eddie just looked at him, a little smile he was fighting back against on his face. "You're....Let me get this straight. Steve Harrington is turning to hard drugs to get over a little breakup?"

"It wasn't little," Steve snapped immediately, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side so he didn't have to face Eddie. "Is that a yes or no, man?"

"...Sure. Sure, man." Eddie left to grab some box, walked him through the whole process. "You mind staying here while you use? I don't wanna get blamed when you do something stupid."

That was how he ended up sitting on Eddie Munson's couch, Eddie offering him some pill while he took his own. The effects set in fairly quickly, numbing his senses and, most importantly, dulling the sharp stabbing ache in his chest. It wasn't the best feeling in the world—it left Steve with the lingering feeling that he wouldn't be able to defend himself if another demogorgon decided to make its brutal appearance—but it was preferrable to the raw ache of the breakup.

"...she told me it was all bullshit. I should've seen it coming, she's been in loved with Byers all year."

"Jonathan Byers? That's harsh, man," Eddie hissed, "What're you gonna do?"

It was easier talking like this. The music Eddie was playing hurt Steve's throbbing head a little, but he could appreciate the beat of it. He mostly liked hearing Eddie's voice and the way it reverberated around his head. The guy could a little harsh with his jokes, but they'd talked more than Steve had talked to too many others all year.

"No idea," Steve confessed, turning his head on the couch to face Eddie. "I'll be the laughingstock of the school tomorrow, when she shows up with Byers and I show up alone. There'll be no saving it."

"I mean..." Eddie trailed off, raising his eyebrows pointedly like Steve was supposed to catch on. "If your only problem is that you can't be the single one tomorrow, we could fix that."

"Yeah? How'd you propose we do that, Munson?"

"I'll be your boyfriend for as long as you need me, no problem," Eddie offered, "if you keep the basketball team off my ass for the rest of the year."

It was crazy. Steve knew it was a bad idea, and yet all he could think to do was nod his head. It would solve his problem, and honestly he still had enough pull with the team as captain to make it work. And hey, if Eddie wasn't so bad tonight then he couldn't be the worst fake boyfriend, right? And it would at least keep the rumor mill off his back, and would save him the dignity of walking into the school with clear evidence that he hadn't been enough for Nancy.

"You know what, deal. Be my boyfriend, Eddie Munson."

[angiefsutton]

Quantum Leap (1989) Re-watch

Season 1, Episode 3: "Star-Crossed"

And here's this one.

not the saga cell, but a 'wrap up' by Sam/Scott.

"Sort of a time traveling Lone Ranger, with Al as my Tonto." - wasn't there a zine story where they 'play' Lone Ranger and Tonto? ;-)

Ah, this theme song. So late 80s. It's perfect.

Had to look it up: a professor with a bunch of adoring, young, pretty students was used in "Raiders of the Lost Ark" (1982). Wonder if that's where Bellisario 'borrowed' it.

Sam's hatred of '70s fashion already. And he apparently doesn't like English Lit?

was the white forelock in the last episode? I don't think so?

I forgot young Donna was played by Teri Hatcher.

Not to pass judgement, but Dr. Bryant is no Tom Cruise. ;-)

Al's reaction to Jamie Lee trying to seduce Sam is PRICELESS. No wonder we headcanon him as a voyeur. (And Dean was obviously having a FIELD day.)

"Have a cup of tea." - so he likes tea this early, huh.

"You better watch it, Sam, or you're gonna end up marrying her, too!" with the 'too' emphasized does imply Sam is currently is or was married. Huh.

"Donna Eleese is here." / "That's not funny, Sam." ALL ABOARD FOR THE SAM/AL EXPRESS!

Daw - Al's look when Sam says "And no one's gonna stop me from taking it - not even you." And they wonder why we ship it?

First mention of Weitzman. That putz. "He's got a Lincoln fixation." - forgot about that. ;-)

"He wants you declared non-compos mentis." - quite a few stories where that happens, I know. (Hell, I've got a WIP where that happens.)

"Oh my God - it IS her." - canon that Al does not like Donna. At least in THIS timeline. ;-)

Huh - "when we first met, she'd just left the Starbright Project." - reads like Sam wasn't involved with Starbright. (Later: how could she know it was you when she doesn't meet you for twelve years?" - that puts their meeting at 1984. I have it as '83 in my Traditions universe - good guess!)

Sam: "I didn't show up for the wedding." I want to say I read a story (or wanted to write a story) where that's the REAL truth. ;-)

"Shove that up your gauge circuit, Ziggy." - has to be one of the most creative computer/non-computer insults I've heard.

"Isn't Jamie Lee in your thoughts night and day?" / "Yeah, except at wrestling practice." - I. Can't. stop. laughing.

"That's mush. I can't talk mush." Oh, you and Al would get along SWIMMINGLY.

Sam lighting a pipe … the hell?

No 'oh boy' in the leap in, but there IS one.

"But you promised to be Lancelot next." / "NEXT?" Meanwhile, Al's checking out all the fun.

"Sam: there's all kinds of kinky stuff in here. There's leather stuff, there's a Roman toga, there's RUBBER stuff in here." / "Oh, my God. SAM: you GOTTA see THIS." I feel much better having Al play with kinky stuff in my 'they're having sex but each thinks the other is less into it than they are' story. ;-)

"He wanted to defend my honor.' / "Uh - define 'honor'." Al Calavicci: I love you.

"But he's so stiff!" Al starts to say something and Sam just holds up a finger to stop him. They work SO WELL together already!

"If some woman stood me up at the altar, it'd be adios amigos. Actually, I wish a couple of them had." - woo hoo: we have multiple wives now.

"Don't give me that sick puppy look." "Stop it." "I'll never scratch you behind the ears again, now stop it." - kinky, Al. Kinky.

I wonder if that's a real math problem on the chalkboard. I was good at math (until Calculus), but it's all been 'deleted from the memory palace'.

Ah - Al being monitored in the Imaging Chamber. (Well, Ziggy is 'scanning my side of the conversation' he says later. Which - no wonder he doesn't like Ziggy.) But Sam can't be seen/heard. That's where I got the idea of having Tina say "You do remember we can overhear what you say in the Imaging Chamber, yes?" in my OSHA Al story.

Oh - Al's already wearing his Annapolis ring in this episode. (What - Bellisaro has a character in the NAVY? Say it ain't SO!)

Al is trying SO HARD to get the point across to Sam about the hieroglyphics sash.

Ooh - Sam does punch back, but no flying noodle kick yet. AND HE HURTS HIS FIST DOING IT! LOL

I forgot how FUNNY this show was.

"You slept with his wife?" / "I would never do anything so unscrupulous as that. Unless it was BARTLETT'S wife." Al Calavicci, I STILL love you.

"You know Tina?" / "Yeah." - goes against the lady Al 'picked up' in the pilot being Tina, unless there are two Tinas. (Or, as I remember some people surmising, Tina and Al were 'playing a game'.)

LOOK AT THE LOOK ON SAM'S FACE AT THE IDEA OF BLACKMAILING WEITZMAN. He's so HAPPY.

"Al, no offense, but this time I'm going to make Ziggy my best man." - huh: thought it was fanon that Al was his best man.

ADR on Al's "if you pull this off, she could marry this other jerk first." - makes me wonder what he ORIGINALLY said.

"You really ARE romantic." - I want to say I read a fanfic where Donna ends up marrying Dr. Bryant because of this.

and first 'kiss with history' with it being the Watergate Hotel

"You seemed pretty pleased with yourself." He sounds so SAD. Oh, AL - my poor BABY.

"The Republicans would love you." - Yay - it's canon that Al's a Democrat!

Final thoughts: for a second episode (well, YOU know what I mean), this is a pretty strong contender. Dean and Scott's chemistry is already through the roof, and it only gets better from here. Their characters are already pretty solid, which is rare in a first season. The plot is ... well, a typical Bellisario plot (Donna just needs a hug to forgive her father? Really?), but for the late '80s isn't bad.

I liked it.

[ngardgni]

...So, we've been reading a few posts about how "Warrior Nun" is the best because it isn't like all the other queer shows, where apparently the queer couples have sex right away or non-queer shows that queer bait viewers, etc.

Let's just get something straight:

The original L-Word came out in 2004. That show was criticized for being too white, too narrow, too limiting in its depiction of gay women. In fact, it was mostly lesbians, and one bi woman (Tina) and most were femmes. Over the years, the show tried to course correct with the addition of other characters, most notably Max (Daniela Sea) and even that was fraught with controversy. At the time, Daniela Sea was interviewed about this and she had said (and we're paraphrasing here, that was a long time ago), that L-Word doesn't claim to represent all gay women, and she had hoped that there would be more representation of gay women, more movies, more tv shows to show the diversity, the variety, the spectrum of the gay experience.

At the time, pre-L-Word, there were only a handful of les/bi movies, mostly indie, some of questionable quality (there were a lot, we're not going to name names), some good (our favorite being "When Night is Falling" and "Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love"). On TV, we had "Ellen" which was groundbreaking and promptly cancelled, and there was "Carol the Lesbian" on "Friends", who was treated more as a joke, along with Chandler's trans-mom.

Cut to now - where we have so much more to choose from: we have period dramas with A-List directors and actors ("Carol", "Tell it to the Bees", "Portrait of a Lady on Fire"), we have shows on TV networks and online streaming platforms (tho the line between those are blurring). So we can watch Cyrano de Bergerac style movies ("The Half of It") or Asian American ones ("Saving Face") or pretty straightforward ones, really ("Imagine Me and You"), and though some, if not half or most series/shows have been cancelled ("Teenage Bounty Hunters", "I Am Not Okay with This", etc.), we still have more shows/series now that tell our queer stories than ever before ("Buffy the Vampire Slayer", "The 100", "Glee", etc.) and we still think that's better than the time the only thing we had was stories with only subtext to keep us company ("Fried Green Tomatoes", "Thelma and Louise", "A League of their Own").

So, whenever we feel like it's getting bad, let's also remember the time when queer stories weren't even mainstream, when directors and actors wouldn't even touch or go near our stories, when we didn't have as many allies in the industry willing to put our stories out there. A lot of our queer stories from before, though far from perfect, paved the way for stories like "Warrior Nun"to see the light of day. And we love that yeah, "Warrior Nun" is about a friends-to-lovers queer story, but that isn't just the one queer story that can be told. The diversity and complexity of the queer experience can hardly be encompassed by just one series and it's not fair to ignore or put the others down just because they don't fit what you like. We like that we have the more adult, they-had-a-one-night-stand-right-away-and-fell-in-love story of Kacy on NCIS Hawai'i, the sex-positive one of Leighton on "The Sex Lives of College Girls", the stranded-on-an-island one of "The Wilds", the vampire-and-vampire-slayer-falling-in-love narrative of "First Kill", etc.

So, let's keep celebrating the diversity and complexity of the queer female experience onscreen but still honor the stories that came before them. They may not have been perfect, hell, they were even problematic, but, again, at least we got these stories and our lives are better for it.

And let's keep pushing for "Warrior Nun"and other stories to keep getting made and renewed.

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Drop your favorite queer women story (movie, series, show) below.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It's warm in Soulfire's underground base, no matter how cold the surface is. There's lava below the earth and fires burning in the corners, their little patch of greenery and safety in the burning wastes of purgatory.

Pac sits between Forever and Mike, a bowl of melted ice on his lap. He swaps the rags on their foreheads for fresh ones, and looks over the group - so many of their team have fallen sick, the frozen outsides coming to spite them. Somehow, Pac has avoided it; Fit has as well, and Bad is pretending not to be suffering for the sake of morale. Tubbo worked through the worst of it and is nearly back to full form, Bagi is just starting to come down with it in turn...

Tina fell sick most recently, caring for everyone else both taking its toll and exposing her. Pac wonders if he'll follow her soon - and if he does, if Fit will catch him when he falls.

ElQuackity he isn't sure about, the man having already left before everyone else woke up.

Luzu (Arin) vanished a few days in, and nobody knows what happened to him at all.

"Will you be alright?" Bagi asks, eyes checking him over.

"Yes," Pac nods as he says it. "You go to the meeting; I'll look after them."

"You sure, king?" it's Tubbo asking. "You don't need someone else to stay too?"

"The eye said everyone available," Fit points out. "Even leaving Pac is pushing it; and if we disobey..."

It doesn't really bare thinking about; Pac smiles at them, "go get this all sorted. Good luck, Tubbo, I hope you win and save the eggs."

Pac knows Richarlyson is as safe as possible - Cellbit is awake and on their opposition, and, for all his recent crimes, will save their son if there is any chance, plus Philza will account for Felps (he hopes, if only because Philza will be praying Missa is counted by Soulfire). And even if three are in fever dreams and Pac himself is caring for them, he trusts Tubbo to remember how many of the boy's fathers had his back.

It's Dapper, and Ramon, and Leo, and Chayanne and Tallulah, that people are really fighting over.

"Tell me if anything happens?" Pac asks.

"Of course," Fit promises first.

"We need to head out," Tubbo says, checking his comms. "You shouldn't have trouble, but call if you do?"

"We'll come straight back," Bagi promises. "Just stay safe, okay? Even if they break the truce, they've never hurt the sick before - just hide."

"I know," Pac... trusts the enemy just enough to know only he is in any danger. "You should go."

"Later!" Tubbo calls, and the rest also make their farewells. It's Fit who lingers longest, saying nothing else but meeting Pac's eyes.

Pac wants to reach out and squeeze his hands for reassurance, for safety, for protection - instead he wrings out another cloth, and leans over to wipe down Mike's face.

By the time he swaps to Forever, the others are gone; he's careful they don't see the strange nether-marks on Forever's cheek. Those seem to come with their own sickness, for Forever's fever sits deeper than the rest, his sleep more restless, his dreams more terrifying and more desperate. Pac soothes what he can, and then stands.

He doesn't want to, but there are more than just his two fellow Brazilians to attend.

Tina did so well keeping the group together, but suffers so much now - he redoes the braids keeping her hair from her face, a little confused Bagi did not do it before leaving. Rivers is half-awake when he gets to her, so he gives her some painkillers and a glass of water to help.

They're taken without complaint, and Pac is pretty sure that means it's bad.

Pol and Lenay, Mariana and Pierre, Kameto and Niki and Missa - the last is hard, because Pac knows he shouldn't remove his mask. Rather than intrude on privacy he does as Tina did, and tucks the cloth behind his neck instead.

He checks on everyone, before quickly stepping outside. He collects more water, sees the burning red sky, and quickly flees back inside.

Unless something changes, they'll be alright for a little while; Pac still sits himself between Mike and Forever, one hand clinging to each of them.

Mike was in the hospital even before they were all dragged out here, thrown into purgatory unconscious and having not woken up since. Forever... Was doing better at the start, but the burning heat of sickness has been building all these two weeks.

Pac just prays that, after whatever meeting the eye summoned them for, everyone can go home. The island is terrible, but at least there's medicine and beds and no worries your neighbours will come murder you in your sleep because a great Eye has stated that you kill or your children die.

Just a few hours more, and they can get everyone proper medicine. And beds. And they can find out if the reason he hasn't seen Felps all week - and so many others - is also sickness and being hidden away to recover, or something else.

A few more hours, and everyone will be safe. Just a few more hours to hold on - Pac clings to his friends and promises himself its just a few hours more.

[novankenn]

"Jaune Gets A Gun AU - Day 3" Colonial Marines - Various...

Inspired by @howlingday's RU-JA-GUN-CON

The girls were still feeling a little off, like they had forgotten something big. Something related to the goofy knight that had captured all their hearts. But for the life of them all they couldn't put their finger on it, plus there was a sudden distrustful jealousy of Cheerleaders that they couldn't explain. So they just chose to go along with Jaune's suggestion to get some lunch.

As they were moving past the various booths on their way to the Food Court, they passed a very militaristic booth. It instantly reminded Ruby of the Mobile Infantry Recruiting Booth from Day One of the convention. She shivered, knowing that through her inaction she had allowed Jaune to enlist.

????: Jaune? Jaune is that you?

Jaune: Huh? Did someone call my name? That voice. It couldn't be?

????: It is.

Jaune: (Turns to his right) Aunt Ripley? When did you get back?

The girls all turned to their right, following Jaune's lead.

Ripley: Recently, and my, my you have gotten so BIG since the last time I saw you! Come give your Auntie a hug!

The girls watched as Jaune hugged the older woman, a bright smile on his face. When they ended the embrace, Jaune stepped back to stand with the girls.

Ripley: Now, who are these young ladies?

Jaune: Some friends from Beacon. Ruby Rose, team leader of team RWBY.

Ruby: Hi.

Jaune: Pyrrha Nikos, my partner and temamate on JNPR.

Pyrrha: Hello.

Jaune: This is Emerald Sustrai, she's from Haven and a member of team CMEN.

Emerald nods.

Jaune: and a pair of old friends from Ansel. You should remember Tiny Tina.

Ripley: I do. Good to see you again, Tina, and if my memory serves me correctly, you should be Jinx.

Jinx/Tiny Tina: Ms Ripley.

Ripley: So what brings you to this event, Jaune?

Jaune: My friends have talked me into getting a ranged option to round out my arsenal. Right now I'm only using Crocea Mors, so they think I should look at getting a gun.

Ripley: Not a bad idea. So, have you thought about what you want to get?

Jaune: A few people, I know, suggest a shotgun, but I'm still open to other ideas.

Ripley: Well, maybe I can help you. Come with me.

Ripley led the sextet towards the booth she had been at. As they closed the distance, they saw two armoured men, standing behind the display counter.

Jaune: They look a little serious.

Ripley: Hicks and Hudson are good guys, and don't let their appearances fool you (whispers to Jaune) They're big softies.

The girls spread out to look at the display case as Jaune was introduced to his Aunt Ripley's companions.

Ruby: They do have a pretty good selection.

Pyrrha: They all look pretty sturdy and robust.

Tiny Tina: What's this one? Here at the end.

Hudson: That's a M134 Motion Tracker.

Jinx: Motion tracker?

Hudson: Provides a 180 degree sensing hemisphere in the direction the operator is facing, that indicates the presence of anything moving, with distance from the operator. Great for watching for unseen or hidden threats.

Ruby: Is that a M41A with under barrel U1 grenade launcher?

Hicks: (Moving from Ripley and Jaune as they continue to talk.) You have a good eye. I have a feeling you know the specs too.

Pyrrha: She does. What about that big one? Looks like a machine gun.

Hudson: The M56 Smartgun.

Tiny Tina: Smartgun? How is it smart?

Hicks: Mounted on a self stabilizing arm that auto-tracks targets with an infrared target tracking system.

Jinx: So it would be good for someone with, like, NO firearms experience?

Hudson: It would. Takes the guess work out of hitting a target.

Tiny Tina: And this one here, next to the rifle?

Hicks: M240 Incinerator Unit. (Noticing the looks of the girls) It's a flamethrower.

Ruby/Pyrrha: Nope. Too brutal.

Hudson: When you're taking on Xenos... anything goes girlies.

Tiny Tina/Jinx: Xenos?

Hicks: Screen on the side of the booth, next to the armour display.

Girls: What the hell are those?

Hicks: Xenomorphs, or Aliens. Steel like exoskeletons and molecular acid for blood.

The girls all grew wide-eyed. Those things made the grimm look like stuffed animals. Ruby and Pyrrha grew even more concerned, knowing that the last time Jaune visited a booth about a military style unit, he ended up enlisting.

Jaune: So, what do you think? That shotgun looks promising.

Hicks: Solid and true. War Era M37 pump, modified with a short barrel, capable of slam-firing.

Jaune: The pistol looks nice too, but I think I'd go with the shotgun.

Hicks: It's my personal favourite. Like to keep it nearby for ... "close encounters"

Ripley: So, see anything that tickles your fancy, Jaune?

Jaune: I think I'll get the shotgun.

Hudson: Okay, just some paperwork to do and...

Pyrrha/Ruby: NO! (Each girl taking a side and hooking Jaune under his arm pits, and before Jaune could struggle, Tiny Tina and Jinx moved in and lifted him by his legs.)

Hicks/Hudson: (Shouting as they watched a potential customer being hauled off) What are you doing?

Ripley: Put him DOWN NOW!

Hudson: I don't get it? It's only forms to get the proper licences. That's an over reaction, if I ever saw one.

Emerald: I'm sorry, but Jaune already enlisted with the Mobile Infantry. Thank you for your time.

Ripley: HE WHAT NOW?!? JAUNE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! YOUR MOTHER IS SO GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS YOUNG MAN!

Jaune: (in the distance) I'm sorry?

Hicks: United Federation, those blood suckers always looking for fresh meat for the grinder.

Hudson: Game Over, man. Game Over.

Ripley: (Whipping about to face the two marines) Get hold of Gorman. Tell him personal favour. Find a way to get Jaune out of the that enlistment!

(So I'm giving up on the Bolding of all the speakers. If this you find it is better with the bolding, DM or comment, and I'll edit this, and continue the practice in further posts. Hope you enjoyed.)

[alchemicaladarna]

Little tangent about my journey with the QSMP fandom <3

First, I'm going to preface this post by saying, I wouldn't have been interested in the server, been introduced to so many communities, languages, and cultures, if not for the eggs and the admins. So, I initially gained interest when I saw a lot of people posting about Tallulah and.... Misclick duo (lmao) so I decided to check out what everybody was talking about mid-April 2023.

I watched Philza's April 29 VOD- "last" day of the eggs. Absolutely loved Chayanne and Phil planting potatoes because of Phil telling stories about Techno. Cried like a baby after. So now I'm invested.

I downloaded Twitch the next day, in time for the Brazilians' arrival. My main pov continued to be Philza, so I was a Crow for quite a while, mostly into the summer. I started watching Cellbit when the mystery really started to ramp up by the end of May.

Then Bobby died and everyone's reactions made me sob for like, a week.

Summer was probably the most time I've had fun watching QSMP. I don't know why, but it was such a good era, despite the discourse about elections lmao. I began to gravitate more towards watching Foolish's pov and when Jaiden began streaming every day, I had her as my main pov as well. Shoutout to the doozers and Jaiden mains <33

Then, Tina and Bagi arrived and I began religiously watching them as well for, uh. Reasons 🏳️‍🌈 XD. Got invested in Bagi's lore and then everybody became really busy during October so Bad and Bagi were pretty much the only ones consistently on the server XD.

Then, and only then, did I hear little whispers about q!Badboyhalo's soul vultures and possible death? And I got really really interested then. And that's where the Ghostie era started lmao. Up to now, Bad is the only person I'd watch consistently and keep up to date on his lore because well, after the soul vultures arc and especially Sweet Despair, you can't really go back to anything else after that you know?

Of course, without the QSMP, I don't think I would've discovered/re-discovered so many wonderful streamers like Fit, Tubbo, Étoiles, Mouse, or Baghera to name a few.

The past few weeks have probably been the shittiest and most anxiety-ridden weeks for me ever. But, I don't want all the negativity and anxiety to overshadow what was, for me, THE most special and unique fandom experience I've ever had. The QSMP is such a special project, there's no doubt about that. I want that to continue.

So, if this post can offer any sort of positivity and relieve some of the dread we've all been feeling, to any person from any community, that would mean so much to me already.

Send love to and the utmost kindness and care to any and all ex admins, and continue to show your support for the current admins too please. It will take a long time for this to be resolved, and it's terrifying I know, but all we can do is support each other and wait.

Remember to always take care of yourselves and no matter what happens, it always rains before you can see a rainbow right? So, in other words, things will become worse before they can get better. Idk what will happen with the QSMP, but know that life becomes better eventually. No matter the outcome, you'll be ok. We'll all be ok. <333

Edit: oh my god I just realized qsmp 1st anniversary isn't tomorrow. Today is the 20th djrjtbrbebd

There's still 2 days but um everything else I said is still true XDDDD