#adam (olla)

[lokichaoss]

This will always be my favorite Movie look of Tom he is gorgeous

[nerdmutant]

these two would hate each other so much

[liminalpebble]

What if Eddie and Adam met in a record store. Eddie doesn't have the best track record with supernatural beings but they can bond over music. And how about Loki being introduced to modern Halloween.

AN: A very long time ago, Sig requested this absolutely brilliant idea that Eddie from Stranger Things have an encounter with Adam from Only Lovers Left Alive at a record store and it has burrowed its way deep into my gray matter. I finally feel able to write it because I need to create a comforting little moment and world to sink into because of the persisting horrors...so here we are. I hope it comforts you too.

CW: Not much. No smut. References to Eddie's past injuries and violence by supernatural creatures. Just two weird hot dudes becoming homies because of music and books.

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Around

Goes Around, Comes Around was, by far, the best second-hand music store in all of Michigan, in Eddie's opinion. A grimy old neon sign invited him in, creating the illusion of records spinning eternally while little characters infinitely danced “the twist” or “the swim”, like a party that never ends. The sight always made him feel like a giddy kid watching fireworks...or what he imagined it was like to be a giddy kid. He never got to be one, so he was making up for lost time by being one now.

It was heaven. Used records and cassettes and movies and books and comics and even instruments of dubious condition and origin. A dusty haphazard land of other men's trash that was Eddie's affordable treasure trove. He hopped off the bus and into the dark, ran through the bitterly cold slush, and teetered, slip-sliding into the front door. The bell overhead jingled as Eddie crashed in, a wrecking ball with dimples that always made the shop girl giggle and blush.

Those dimples flashed even wider when Eddie saw she was working today. She was his favorite little punk rock dream girl to pine hopelessly after (not that he ever really thought he'd have a chance). He leaned on the counter and told her a stupid knock knock joke, guffawing loudly to himself. For his trouble, the cashier pixie with the blue hair knocked a few melting snow flakes off of his curly brown-sugar bangs and chit-chatted about what they just got in this week.

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Adam watched the entirety of Eddie's little adventure, exiting the bus just behind him, and sighing with annoyance as he realized he was going to the same record store as this boisterous human gremlin whom he had already shared a damp bus with.

He stepped across the threshold gracefully but gingerly with fists buried in his black leather jacket, sad strange eyes and pale face obscured by black unruly locks. As always, he kept purposefully to the far end of the shop at first, trying not to notice how delicious the shop girl always smelled.

His fangs began to ache. His gray-blue irises moved eerily as his pupils dilated, like a hungry animal sensing succulent prey and rich blood to drink.

As always, he ignored the urge, focusing instead on which broken instruments he would adopt, repair, or remake into something new and unusual.

Let it pass, he thought, stroking his hands over rickety fretboards and brittle strings.

Until it did, he planned to stay to the opposite corner, well away from the humans. That plan was soon interrupted by the metalhead bounding gleefully in that direction, caressing row after row of records with his heavily-ringed fingers in his his wake like he was skipping through a field of daisies.

Great. Fantastic.

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When the bell chimed and the skinny goth sulked past, Eddie's scars itched strangely beneath his layered clothes, like little tributaries of battery acid buzzing subcutaneously. His heart began to run hot and he could hear his pulse in his ears. He knew what it meant. Something dangerous was coming around.

His advisory system for the uncanny was alerting him to a supernatural storm front moving in, something that shared DNA with the things that ripped him to shreds. Eddie recalled his pain, suffering for months until the doctors could put him back together again.

Call me Humpty-Dumpty. He thought. This cracked egg is on to you, buddy...whatever you are. As long as you don't dig your claws into anyone, especially that sweet girl, or me, we won't have a problem.

Then again, maybe this guy was just a supernatural gothy dick, minding his own business and buying Depeche Mode and Joy Division tapes to listen to while smoking clove cigarettes. Who was he to judge?

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Adam sniffed a little more intently as the kid (probably not a kid, but to Adam anyone under 100 seemed like a kid) moved closer. Beneath the faint smells of leather and metal and wet ashtray, he could mark something else, something as familiar as his own blood. The kid also smelled like fear, sharp like petrichor, but he was hiding it well. Adam, realized with a bit of dread, that they recognized each other's secrets and braced himself for a stand off he really didn't want to deal with today.

Fuck.

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“Hey, man, There's some good looking Muddy Waters records in the back there. I don't know if that's what you're looking for.”

Adam swung his head around, meeting a pair of big, round, dark chocolate eyes, crinkled at the corners in a wide cocky grin.

He looked down at the kid, pale chiseled features and the thin gash of a mouth unmoving. Only those slate-colored eyes widened ever so slightly to consider Eddie's presence.

The forbidding glare filled Eddies brain with a singular thought in bright red bubble letters...

Oh...I am fucked.

He laughed, flashed his teeth and put up a hand, hoping to charm, hijack, joke or talk his way out of this predicament before being fucking murdered...just like high school.

“Look...um...I'm Eddie. And I think we might have some things to talk about. I obviously pose no threat to you.” He paused to snort out a little laugh and add, “I mean look at me, I am noooo hero. There's an all-night diner next store. Can we pick our stuff, check out, and...you know...just talk?”

Gothy long legs took a deep breath and took his time responding, making Eddie sweat a bit more.

“Okay,” he sighed in exasperation, but gave the slightest twitch of a simile. “But only because you have good taste. Muddy Waters was a genius.”

With a preternatural grace, Adam, plucked the record from bin, holding it up between two long pale fingers to show Eddie his selection.

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At the diner Adam donned his sunglasses again despite being indoors. He held the strong opinion that fluorescent lights were the most horrible invention of the 20th century, second only to the atomic bomb.

Eddie fidgeted, tapping his cheap rings against the linoleum table top, where their matching bags of records rested. He wasn't a fan of the shades. Now he couldn't even see the guy's eyes. Getting a read on him would be about as easy as learning a Van Halen solo. He twisted around in the booth looking for the waitress, curls bouncing with his jerky movements. He waved awkwardly and caught her attention.

“Hey, can I get a cup of black coffee and a slice of cherry pie? And...uh...do you want anythi..”

Adam tilted his head slightly as if to say, “Seriously?” then resumed his staring at nothing.

“Right...” Eddie said, cringing and sticking his tongue out slightly. “Uh..just that. Thanks.”

When she walked away, the stranger spoke in a low silky baritone and, surprisingly, in a crisp English accent. Eddie hadn't noticed it before on account of being scared out of his fucking mind.

“My name is Adam. And I think you already know what I am. So, Eddie, what might I ask, are you?

Eddie considered for a moment. “Well, let's just say if you're Dracula, I'm Frankenstein's monster. Whatever you're...made of... it's the same stuff as the creatures that did this. I have no fucking clue why that means we could sniff each other out though,” he explained, furtively rolling up his sleeves to show Adam the scar tissue branching up and over his forearm.

Adam took off his sunglasses, despite the pickaxe of light agitating his sensitive eyes, and furrowed his brow. He moved closer for a better look, and reached out his fingers. Eddie flinched a little as he moved nearer. Adam looked up, meeting his eyes with a surprisingly gentle expression.

“My apologies. May I touch them? Do they hurt?”

Eddie looked off to the side biting his lip and trying to ignore how his eyes stung ever so slightly whenever anyone got close to them, or to him; back to memories of the worst day of his life (which was very nearly the last one).

“Yes and yes.” Eddie answered shortly.

“Are they all over your body?”

“Uh...yeah. They tore me up pretty good.”

Adam very carefully examined the marks, then met Eddie's eyes.

“I'm so sorry.”

Eddie's eyebrows shot up and he let out a breathy little laugh of surprise.

“Oh, don't worry about it. It's not like you did it. It was a long time ago and a few states away now. I've literally and figuratively put it behind me, I suppose.”

“Not from around here then?”

Eddie smirked. “Look who's talking, buddy. That's not exactly a Midwestern accent you got there.”

Adam returned his smirk, saying, “No. It certainly is not. But, more to the point...my kind, we don't really do that kind of thing anymore, for the most part. We keep to ourselves...the few of us who are even left.”

Eddie nodded pensively. “Good to know. Thank you. I guess I was just caught a little off guard. Didn't know if I should be worried or not.”

Adam shook his head slowly but emphatically, “No. Not at all. But I understand the concern. And I wouldn't want to hurt you, anyway.”

“Really, why not?

“Well, your taste in music has got you in my good graces. Knowing that it's Frankenstein's monster rather than Frankenstein also makes me like you.”

Eddie exhaled a breathy chuckle of relief after all this. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath so tightly.

“What can I say? I've always been a reader...horror and fantasy specifically.”

Adam continued, “You know, I met her actually.”

“Really? Mary Shelley?”

“Indeed.”

“What was she like?”

Adam's voice lowered, and leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially into Eddie's ear, “absolutely scrumptious. Her husband was a complete bellend, though. Insufferable. An idiot, as well. Would you like to hear some stories?”

Eddie nodded eagerly, just as his pie and coffee landed in front of him in a cloud of warm steam and sweet aromas. “I'm all ears and I've got all night.”

“Then I'll stick around,” Adam said, pulling a delicate silver flask from his pocket and toasting with Eddie's mug.

“to sticking around...somehow.”

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[pekwenart]

Drew this but I’m considering digitalizing it once I save up for my iPad!

[fanficshiddles]

Opening one shot requests for 24 hours...

Ok, first of all. I'm away to work on the second part of 'The Voice.' Should be posted tonight or tomorrow. (probably tomorrow)

But I am opening my submissions for prompt requests for One Shots for 24 hours. For Tom or any of his characters.

READ THE RULES FIRST. Before submitting.

I will be picking THREE, prompts to do.

Let's see how this goes and will take it from there once they're all done about when/if I open them permanently or not.

One submission per person.

If you wish to be anonymous if your prompt gets picked to be done, tell me. but I need to know who you are. I don't judge for anything at all, so don't worry.

Your prompt won't be picked if it's sub!Tom/his characters. You guys should know me by now with what I won't write!

Am sure you also know that there's not much in regards to fucked up/darkness that I won't try.

This is just for Tom/his characters but I might accept if you want Tom/character plus another person.

I might end up blending two prompts together if they fit, don't complain if I do! It means more chance of people getting their prompts fulfilled.

If you want a certain name for the OC written, tell me!

No asking for a continuation of *such and such* if I feel something fits a previous one shot, or fic, I'll do it.

Submissions through the submit section ONLY!

SUBMIT HERE

[smirkingkitten]

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If you want to explore new fanfictions with a specific character you can click on one of the tags from this post to see all the fanfictions I rebloged with it.

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✨Happy reading 😊✨

Back to my Fanfiction Bookshelf

Many of the fanfictions are 18+, so if you're under 18, don't read them.

[smile-eywa]

I NEED HELP ON FINDING A FIC

So it was Adam (only lovers left alive) x reader. It basically was Adam finding reader after they've been turned into a vampire and left to die. So Adam takes her to his house and helps her to adapt and it's a bit hard since she refuses to drink blood and isolates herself in a room. There's no Eve in the story. it's a one shot and I have searched tags everywhere, I thought @ladyfluff was the author but I don't think so anymore after scrolling for so long lol.

[auryn-lk]

Only Lovers Left Alive

tool : photoshop

[peacefulpianist]

Hi everyone, it's been a little while now since I lasted posted a fic. I've finally got some more time and my motivation seems to be back now too so I'm hoping to get back into the swing of it.

To ease the process a bit though I was hoping that you guys would like to send in a few requests to get me started!

I'm happy to write for not just Loki, but any of Tom's characters, with the exception being RPF about him, and I would be willing to also try my hand at Aaron Hotchner if anyone would be interested in something about him too.

@vanicahgg @lokisgoodgirl @kats72 @anukulee @onlymischief99 @lokischambermaid @acidcasualties @mrsbarnes32557038 @huntress-artemiss @emberocrpblog @superficialdomina @gruftiela @kmc1989 @buttercupcookies-blog @mischief2sarawr @liminalpebble @asgards-princess-of-mischief

p.s thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me in their incredible works, I promise I'll be getting round to reading them all very soon!

[holdmytesseract]

Hello there and congrats to you! FMK.. prince hal, adam and will ransome?

Hello! 🤗 Thank you for joining in on the sleepover!

Alright, let's see...

Fuck - Prince Hal. I mean... I have to. 👀

Marry - Will. Yeah, I know the plot of Essex Serpent, but... It doesn't have to be this way, right?

Kiss - Adam. I think Adam needs lots of hugs, kisses and dancing.

What about you @queenoffiresign88 ?

Sidenote: Your request may take me a lil' while. I have quite a few sitting in my askbox. I hope you understand. 🤗

[liminalpebble]

🎄🕯An Unhinged Yuletide Gathering🕯🎄

My darlings! 💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

It's time for a festive unhinged gathering! Arrive in your loveliest ball gowns and with your thottiest thots and feel free to share away! The more, the merrier! I'm thrilled to have every single one of you here. This time, I invite you all to a lavish Scandinavian manor house.

We can watch the snow and the northern lights from the lovely art nouveau observatory of the highest tower. Throughout the evening, the roaring hearths, lush decorations, and golden glow of luxurious interiors will keep us very content. There will be decedant warm beverages aplenty, a scrumptious dinner, and spread after spread of desserts.

The company is, of course, also a mouthwatering collection of our exquisite fictional men.

Jonathan Pine is in a brand new and very smart three piece suit, welcoming you with an incandescent smile as he guides you in. He smells deliciously of expensive cologne and the single festive red rose pinned to his lapel. Before he takes his leave, he holds your hand in both of his and makes some very intense eye contact, saying, "and Miss, if there's anything at all I can do for you, please don't hesitate to find me."

You barely catch your breath as you move further past polished oak doors into the large glimmering ballroom where Loki is lounging on a velvet couch, some elaborate mixed drink balanced in his lovely ivory hand. He charms us all with tale after tale as our cheeks get warm and we take turns feeding him teasing little bites of cake.

Thomas Sharpe stands brooding in his finest tuxedo, desperately waiting for his chance at a waltz with you as you look so lovely this evening.

Eddie...delicous, sweet, snarky Eddie Munson snuck in with the caterers. His big chocolate button eyes scan the crowd of lovely ladies, and he gives a big dimpled grin. With no regard at all for the job he signed up for, he shrugs off the uniform top, smooths out the Iron Maiden shirt beneath it, and swaggers over.

"Welllllll, hello lovely ladies!", he declares as he plops on the couch next to Loki, even daring to cross his legs over the god's lap and steal a sip of his drink. Loki stares at this bushy-haired miscreant with a leathal glare that cracks delightfully into a big euphoric grin. One trickster obviously appreciates the charisma of another.

Adam keeps to himself, playing the most beautiful piece of music on an antique lute. He feels a rare flicker of joy as he anticipates candlelit ghost stories on Christmas night (a sweet revival of a Victorian tradition). The faintest twitch of a smile moves his lips as he thinks of all this...delcious...company he'll have the pleasure of experiencing it with.

Hux sits alone, reading in a quiet parlor. The general's lovely hands stroke his beloved ginger cat, Millicent, as he plays out chess games within his powerful mind. His lovely green eyes flick towards you as he hears your footsteps, and he smiles wickedly. You're the only distraction he allows here, afterall...and what an enjoyable one you are.

Thank you for joining the party, my loves. Who else do you see? What does the evening have in store for us? Have you brought something interesting? Oh, do tell. *wink*

Welcome and happy holidays! 💃 🎄

Peb 💜

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[joyful-enchantress]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLpyRcLf/

Got this on my FYP today and immediately thought of you and that you def need to see it 💖🫡

Actual footage of me trying to cool down after I watched that:

Thank you for sharing @muddyorbs 🖤 You know I can’t turn down that sexy emo vampire 🍷

I’m also going to use this moment to shamelessly plug my Adam one shot Love At First Bite 😏

[all-or-nothing-baby]

adam's victorian, detroit USA — only lovers left alive, jim jarmusch, 2013.

[kurtismcilroy]

Ok so Only Lovers Left Alive released in the UK on the 21st February 2014, so I'm really hoping that it gets shown in my cinema for a 10 year anniversary or something 😭

[chokemedaddyloki]

*feral howling*

“No fucking way”

Variations on the word ‘fuck’ by Adam in Only Lovers Left Alive