#i know thats a long shot. no one listens to this old man ass band lmao

[stepfordgoth]

The love/hate relationship with a band you like that is old and/or will never be very popular and therefore you can not Google lyrics that are stuck in your head and actually expect to find the song title

[vivaladicamillo]

I saw your posts asking for ideas and I was thinking what If you wrote something about you being Bams younger sister and filing cky coz April doesn’t want you to get hurt and you have like secret relationship with Dico or Ryan

DICO/MARGERA!READER

thank u so much for the suggestion!!! im gonna do it for dico this time bc one, theres no fanfics of this silly dude and two, i havent written abt dico in SOOOO long. this ones for the dico lovers out there love yall, a dying breed🫡

WARNINGS: dangerous stuff, fluff, bran being bran yk

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being bams younger sister has its ups and downs

bam as a brother is A NIGHTMARE

hes just such a dick

making fun of u, annoying u and being the “younger brother” type character bc hes just like that

u were 2 years older than him

so when u started kinda liking his life long friend, “dico”

it was kinda awkward bc u yk, hes ur brothers best friend

one night, u were just chilling at the house alone

ape and phil went out, bam was probably out skating somewhere and jess had band practice so having a empty house all to urself?? hell yea!

as u sit on ur couch, just watching some stupid ass movie thats on someone knocks at ur door

when u answer it, its Brandon dicamillo himself (dico)

“hey, uh is bam around?” he asks looking kinda nervous

“nah, i thought he was put filming with u, but its 9:00 he should be back soon.”

“ah ok, ill just wait in my car till he gets here then, thanks.” he smiles at u

“come on bran dont be a stranger! i’m m just watching a movie just wait inside till he gets back.”

you held the door open for him and he walks in and plops down on ur couch

in your spot.

“asshole what the fuck thats my spot”

“didnt see ur name on it.” he says smirking “also what kinda horse shit are u watching? let me show u some real funny shit.”

dico then proceeds to put on an old western movie

“what the fuck dicamillo??”

“what??! this shit is so funny watch this.” he says pointing to the tv as some guy dressed as a cowboy gets shot on screen

the acting was terrible yes, but the way dico was hysterical laughing at it kinda made u smile

his laugh, his interests, just his goofy personality made ur heart flutter

u didn’t realize that u had been staring into this mans whole soul for ten mins until he turns to u and smiles

“may i help u?” he says kinda chuckling

“oh, uh sorry..” u say blushing and kinda turning away

the silence that took place after could have killed u right then and there

until he turns to u

“hey uh.. ive been actually meaning to talk to u about something…” he says, that nervousness kinda coming back from before

u nod ur head as he starts to confess to u

“listen, i know ur my best friends older sister and this is kinda weird but… ever since i met u, i thought u were so cool! i wouldnt have expected u to like masters of the universe and filming bits as much as do…”

“yea, i can see how u couldnt have seen that coming bc of my brothers”

“yea, but anyways, ive always kinda…been into u, im super sorry if this is weird i didnt mean to make it like that i just think..”

u smile, did fucking brandon dicamillo just confess his love for u ??

“bran..”

he turns to u

“i feel the same way, ive always had i just didnt wanna make things awkward if u didnt.” u smiled at him and scooted closer to him on the couch

“really?!?” he said in shock

“mhm, i like you… like A LOT”

u move in closer and you two end up making out on ur couch

after that day u both agreed to date without anyone knowing

yea it was suspicious when u two wouldnt be able to film or hang out at the same time on the same day but the guys kinda brushed it off

u two went of secret little dates

dico would surprise u ALL the time with cute date spots

random cat cafes, parks, family ran restaurants, he just found little cute places in westchester to take u to, and u LOVED IT

when bam realized u obviously were seeing someone bc u were WAYYY to happy, u decided to snoop

going through u room he ended up finding one of dicos shirts hidden under ur bed

thats when bam decides to confront u about it……

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might make some type of part two to this but it depends if yall want it or not, hope u enjoyed! also please keep sending in requests i love them sm !! yall are so creative i love it sm

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part ten/

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: enjoy this chapter and my fucked up brain hahaha 😈 also it’s in third person POV, just trying something new. Gif credit too @electradestiny for doing the exact scene I wanted it

Warnings: drug use, language as usual, angst

Taglist: @oskea93 , @brideofdraculana , @xstarryeyes , @miserablecunt , @aryssav , @dangerous-like-a-loaded-pistol , @inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies , @fandomshit6000 , @anntheboneless , @tiranni, @venus-calum , @justjodeye , @supernaturalvikingwhore , @are-we-real , @hi-my-name-is-riley , @extremesadnerding , @thatbandchick39 , @awkwrdcait , @countrygirlswonderland , @dillightfulpickle , @madsthegroupie , @baiabouk , @awesomealmostdopestudent

“I’m genuinely happy you’re here, Vanity.” Tommy said while pulling her closer to his side, Vanity playfully hit his stomach, “I’ve missed you too bud...all of you.” Vanity sighed softly, truly missing being around the boys and all of their antics, even if Nikki was being an ass.

“Greyson hasn’t partied before.” Vanity told Tommy causing him to get a huge grin on his face, “Well, were gonna have fun with him.” Tommy told her while looking back at Greyson, and smirking at him, Greyson too busy to notice as he kept staring at every girl that walked by.

“But not too much fun. He does go to college and he does play football.” Vanity playfully warned him, “Just don’t get him super fucked up.” Vanity said while tommy stopped and opened up the door for him, “Wait.” Vanity said, while turning around to face Greyson.

“Anything that happens in this room stays in this room. It does not go back home with us, do you understand me?” Vanity sternly confided in her brother, while he nodded his head.

The room was cramped as expected, with just enough breathing room for everyone. A girl walked up to Tommy, grabbing his hand “Oh tommy, do you have any more blow?” She was drunk and rubbing her body on him, “Yeah, not for you though.” He spat while pushing her off of him.

“C’mon, I have some good dust. You’ll love it.” Tommy told Vanity, her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. Vanity was always happy when Tommy wanted to share, unlike Vince on the other hand, who was as stingy as they came.

“Vanity Blackwood...it’s good to see you.” Mick looked up at her through his dark sunglasses, a small smile playing on his lips. She bent down and kissed his cheek, “Always a pleasure Mick.”

“Where’s Vince?” Greyson asked while I sat down on the couch next to tommy as he got a few lines ready, “Uh...probably getting his dick wet.” Tommy responded, “You wanna get your dick wet, Greyson?” Tommy asked laughing, before snorting a line and then handing me the silver platter I’ve taken lines off of many times before.

“He’s not touching any girl in this room, they’re disgusting.” She retorted while looking around the room at all of them before snorting a long line. “Woo!” She shouted ecstatically while rubbing her nose.

Shorty after, Nikki came into the room calm, cool, and collected. His eyes scowering the room, his sight going directly to Vanity, who was in the process of snorting cocaine with Tommy.

A spurt of jealousy went through him as they laughed with each other, Vanity having the biggest smile on her face. Tommy did his signature party trick; smoking through his nose and blowing a ring out of his mouth, causing a wide smile & laugh to erupt out of Vanity.

Nikki saw her brother at a booze filled table pouring himself a drink, “Hey man.” Nikki said with a honeyed voice, slapping his hand on Greyson’s shoulder. Startled, Greyson smiled, “Oh hey dude! What’s up? Thanks for letting us party with you guys.” Greyson beamed with joy, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ah, don’t mention it man. Glad you’re having a good time. Your sister seems to be as well.” Nikki spoke softly and they both looked in her direction.

“Did you really mean it when you called her a bitch?” Greyson pondered on the idea of one of his favorite rockstars feeling that way about his own family.

Nikki held his breath, wondering why he even said that, but as usual, he let his emotions get the best of him, “No, but Vanity makes my blood boil sometimes.” He replied, taking a swig our of a Jack Daniels bottle.

“She gets under my skin too...she’s always been good at doing that, and being manipulative as well.” Greyson briefly pointed out, instantly catching Nikki’s attention.

“Whenever she gets mad, she just...god, she just changes. My dad would have to hold her when she was younger. She’d destroy everything in her way. Lamps, mirrors, walls and at one point, a TV. Then she went to anger management classes and she was fine, but it still comes out sometimes,” Nikki listened as the kid drunkenly babbled.

‘Lightweight.’ He thought to himself.

“And I’m pretty sure I wasn’t suppose to tell you that.” Greyson chuckled, “It’s all good man, I won’t say anything.” Nikki gave his word, and then stopped a girl and pulled her close,

“Another round Nikki?” She said twirling her hair around her finger while giving him googly eyes, Nikkis lips pulling into a smirk “No, doll face...entertain my friend for me, would ya sweets?” Nikki put on his charm while passing the blonde to Greyson, who then took him away.

Nikki’s eyes slowly followed Vanity as she walked past him, getting herself a drink. He smirked and shook his head,

‘Always has to play hard to get.’ Nikki thought, licking his lips and walking up to her,

“Your brother seems like a good kid.” Nikki said, breaking the ice. Vanity paid no attention to him. She continued pouring some tequila into her cup and taking a sip.

“Doesn’t seem to be handling his alcohol well..” Nikki said, rubbing the back of his neck unsure of what to say.

“Why do you say that?” She replied, not bothering to look up at his gaze as she could already fill his eyes burrowing holes into her. “He’s a lightweight-“ Vanity chuckles, “And he spilled out some stuff about you.” Nikki said while looking at Vanity, taking his turn for a laugh.

Vanity looked at him finally, furrowing her brows. “What did that idiot say now?” Vanity asked, after downing another shot of tequila,

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Nikki teased her, a grin playing on his lips. Vanity huffed and rolled her eyes, before mixing some vodka and ginger ale together.

“Doll...look, I’m sorry. I was just surprised to see you, and very pissed off.” Nikki explained, moving closer to her and putting his hand on her lower back.

She looked at him, taking a sip, keeping her silence. “How about this,” Nikki took the drink out of her hand, taking the drink from her hand and placing it on the table, clearing some empty bottles. He dug into his front pockets, pulling out a small sack of white powder. Vanity’s eyes glowed with excitement.

“Like old times doll face, let’s start fresh. Do a bump with me. “ Nikki boasted, a charming smile on his face that Vanity couldn’t help but melt while looking at him. Vanity studied his facial expressions. He seemed sincere enough to her. Her lips slowly forming a drunken smile,

“Alright, why not.” She was always delighted to do a few bumps of coke with Nikki Sixx himself, the man knew how to have a good time, and that was always attractive to her.

“Fuck yeah, sweets!” Nikki exclaimed while wrapping an arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head causing a small laugh to escape Vanity’s lips. Nikki let go, putting a tiny bit of powder on the table for her and evening out two lines.

“Ladies first.” He said with a smirk, handing her a black straw. She obliged while biting her lip and taking it.

Vanity quickly sniffed up the lines back to back. Almost as fast as she snorted the drugs, she began gagging. Her body felt like it was on fire, the room felt as if it was spinning out of control. She quickly stumbled over to a trash can that was thankfully close by and fell to her knees, retching, trying to force it out of her system.

“What the fuck did you give me?!” She screamed at him, catching everyone’s attention, but all Nikki could do was laugh at her discomfort.

Tears pouring from her eyes, Tommy and Mick quickly came to her aid, “Oh..that was smack.” Nikki said, rather proud of his actions.

Vanity continued gagging, spit dribbling down her chin as Mick rubbed her back soothingly,

“What the fuck, Sixx!” Tommy yelled, while shoving Nikki’s shoulder, “Thats fucked up, why would you slip her that!” Tommy said, furious with his band mates actions. “Oh common, dude! It’s just smack, it’s not a big deal.” Nikki said, brushing it off while smirking at Tommy.

“That’s it party’s over! Everyone get the fuck out!” Tommy yelled, everyone scurrying out of the room, leaving just the 6 of them.

“What the hell is going on?” Vince asked, walking in, getting shoulder checked by everyone going out the door in the process.

“Nikki fucking gave Vanity heroin!” Tommy yelled. Vince letting out an uncomfortable laugh, “Dude, What the fuck.” Vince shouted at Nikki, only getting an eye roll in return.

Vince walked over to a vulnerable Vanity, holding her hair back as she tried throwing up, wanting every ounce of this drug out of her.

Vanity leaned into Vince’s chest, breathing heavily as tears rolled down her face, looking at a guy who was supposed to be her friend.

Nikki’s eyes met hers, a wave of guilt rushing over him. ‘Christ, why did I fucking do that?’ Nikki thought to himself.

Her face was beet red but also pale at the same time. “Van...” Nikki whispered while slowly approaching her, “Get away from me, you’ve done enough. ” Vanity states through a harsh cough.

Greyson watches this all unfold, clutching his cup tightly. Staring at his older sister, scared of what’s gonna happen to her. “Who’s the kid?” Vince asked, looking around at everyone, “My little brother.” Vanity states quietly, Vince almost unable to hear her “Tonight was his first concert.” She whispered again, slurring her words and slumping more into Vince’s embrace.

“Dude, fucking really! In front of her brother! A fucking kid!” Vince yelled at Nikki, “Tommy, come here man.” Vince asked, Tommy doing as he says, Vince handing Vanity over to him.

“She’ll be fine, okay kid? We know how to handle these situations..just sit down.” Vince expressed his concern to Greyson while having him sit down on the couch,

Greyson’s hands run through his hair, wanting to rip it out. He hated seeing his sister so helpless, “She’s my fucking sister man! We need to call an ambulance!” Grey yelled, getting in Vince’s face.

Vince sighs, while turning his head and glaring at Nikki, “Trust me, we’ve got her.” Vince said in a softer tone, “I’ll be okay Grey, just listen to him.” Vanity spoke up,

“You’re so fucking lucky I don’t put you six feet under, Nikki.” Greyson growled at him, fists balled at his side. Nikki backed up, leaning against a wall feeling, like a real piece of shit.

“I-Uh...I’m sorry, I didn’t know she’d have a bad reaction.” Nikki said quietly, feeling like a little boy again, “I just...fuck, I’m sorry Vanity.”

“Sweets, please..I’m sorry.” Nikki speaks softly, watching her shake from the mixture of drugs and alcohol she’s had tonight.

“We need to get her out of here. Love, can you stand up?” Vince asks her and she nods. Tommy helping her stand.

“Fuck.” She said, feeling the drugs rush through her body, “I can’t go home like this, neither can he.” Vanity said, nearly forgetting her brother was here, “C’mon kid, let’s go.” Vince said, pulling him out of his sluggish state from the couch, “We’ll take them back to the hotel.” Tommy said, all of them nodding in agreement.

Vanity goes to take one step and starts stumbling, almost falling face first. Nikki catches her, helping her stand right side up. “This is your fault, asshole.” She slurs, trying to focus on him, seeing double of everything. “I know doll, I know.” Nikki said, ashamed of himself. Nikki threw her arm over his shoulder while clutching her waist, helping her walk to the limo.

“Y’know, as much as this fucking sucks, I’m having a good time.” Greyson said while Vince helped him walk, “Glad you’re having a good fucking time.” Vanity snapped at him while walking to the limo, Nikki helping her in to sit down.

“Hey, you didn’t have to do drugs to impress your boyfriend Vanny.” Greyson yelled at her while laughing, scooting into the limo and sitting across from her.

“Fuck off, Greyson. He’s not my boyfriend!” Vanity shouted at him, kicking him in the shin. “Ow! You brat, that hurt!” Greyson groaned, while rubbing his leg “God, you guys make me miss my sister.” Tommy said, trying to hide his laugh.

“It’s your fault! I didn’t even want to come but nooooo, you just had to keep pushing it.” Vanity complained while resting her head on Nikki’s shoulder.

“We all see the way you look at him, dummy. Try being less googly eyed around him and maybe we won’t notice. “ Greyson grunted, snorting with laughter, making Nikki choke on his drink, trying to suppress his cough and causing Vanity to remove her head that was resting against him when he called her out.

‘They’re just drunk and bickering like siblings are suppose to do, that doesn’t mean anything’ Nikki’s thought, looking down at his drink.

“God, you’re so annoying!” Vanity said, rolling her eyes, patiently waiting to be out of the car away from her brother.

[ofcloudsandstars]

This week was a wild Samhaintide ride. I’ll post more about it in the read more

Here's yet another selection of stories from my witchy life I am ready to dump on you all so get ready lol:

Wednesday night was the party at the occult shop Treadwells where we met a new witch friend who joined us for the Samhain festivities. I have already made a post about it here but her name is Letitia and she is a beautiful sapphic Taurean witch who loves gardening and cooking (duh she's a Taurus) and all the goddesses she worships and bought an incredible pumpkin pie to the ritual.

Halloween

So the day begun with me making candles for the ritual. I bought a skull candle, a candle the shape of a jackolantern and then I made several candles which were three mini pumpkins hollowed and filled with black wax that’s pumpkin and bourbon scented, then four tea light spell candles with black wax and four tea light spell candles with a special wax my sag witchy friend bought for me from Edinburgh from a witchy shop. The wax melt was made with herbs and was called 'thinning the veil'. I’ll elaborate later. I also had to walk to the post office to pick up the ouija board. I had a feeling I'd finally get my hands on it on Halloween. Its a very aesthetic round one and I was excited to use it.

We chose to gather in Queenswood in the north of London. It was already SUPER SPOOKY cause there was a murder nearby so all of the buses were being redirected lol. We gathered all in black with our witch hats and delved deep in the woods. It was so beautiful and the ground was completely coated in gold and red leaves so you couldn't even see the path. We found a clearing in the thick of the woods with an old tree that grew sideways so it made a semi circle. We made a HUGE circle that we drew in the earth with a dead stick and went over with dragonsblood incense and black salt.

We opened the space by lighting the pumpkin candles and begun with centering our energy. There were several parts to the ritual we planned, but first we begun with a 'putting it to rest' spell since autumn is the time to let things go and samhain is about death so it was like officially bringing things to an end. We wrote down what we wanted to end in our lives on a piece of paper (such as not seeing coworkers from a toxic job that someone was leaving or the retrograde made my friend run into her abusive father that she had binded from seeing her for YEARS so she wanted to put that situation to rest) and ignited it in my cauldron. When it burned down to ashes we chose a spot (under a goblin-like tree) outside of the circle to open the earth and bury it in. After we put it in it's grave we all said a few words of departure and said: rest in peace. lol.

In my case I wrote down names of these models that are obsessed with this Italian guy (who is the son of a huge fashion designer) who is in love with my sister. They are obsessed with him for his connections to the fashion world and that he is rich and are jealous of any 'hoes' he's currently into so they posted instagram stories on Halloween with them in witch hats taunting that they were going to curse him and all of his lovers or whatever in cutesy filters and my sister knows I practice witchcraft so she told me. So I binded and banished them and the next day they unfollowed her lol.

Anyway, afterwards we focused on what we should reflect on by pulling tarot cards for mercury retrograde in scorpio that was beginning on that day as it's going to be like two weeks of descending into our own underworlds. After we got a card we lit the black tealight candle as a road opening spell to manifest a helpful path with overcoming our retrograde's lessons.

Then I lit the skull candle and we had a moment to reflect on our ancestors and those that we loved that have been lost that year. We each shared stories then lit the white tea light candles with the wax that was for thinning the veil. When we lit it we thought about our loved ones or ancestors.

Finally we did a dance for thinning the veil. I had flying devil oil that was some fragrance oil I got from a hoodoo shop and we dressed ourselves with it and ran around the circle and chanted in the leaves. We then ate the pumpkin pie the lovely Taurean witch bought also some maple sugar fudge she bought (what a champ), and halloween candy. We used the Ouija board but it was really challenging. We thought maybe it was cause we needed to be less grounded so we put it away and cleaned up the ritual space and headed off.

The Taurean witch was going to head home to cook a feast, my French aries witch friend went to her friends she's staying at to have a party and my Sag witch friend went home to cook a dumb supper for her and her mom. I went back to my place to nap then get ready for the night. I met my Sag friend at a music venue to watch Honeyblood which is SUCH a witchy band. The performance really reminded me of some scooby doo hex girls shit. It was a lot of fun (until some grown ass men with no sense of self awareness took the mosh pit to mean something more of a Jailbreak riot and started throwing their whole 6ft man bodies everywhere despite not everyone being gladiator sized. It was really ridiculous but golden when Honeyblood sang "Glimmer" with lyrics like "she can put a hex on you" thats when this one guy in some sailor outfit shoved his body into us and we BOTH looked at him with such evil at the same time and he like.. stopped.. and like hastily moved to another part of the room..)  If you don't know Honeyblood you should listen to them, they are such a babe witch band.

We then went to a bar nearby to get flaming shots of absinthe as its a personal tradition (also a way to 'cross the veil') and someone took candids of us at the bar! (I added the picture above), for some reason we really caught the attention of everyone though we just were in witch hats like EVERYONE was like: OOO WITCHES and like we even had some lady take pictures of us at the bar? Like ok it was cute I guess. My friend was drunk then so every time someone was like: oo a Witch! She'd holler back YASS BITCH 365 24/7!!!! Like o' dear.

Final part to the night was the house party my Aries witch friend (she's the one who's apartment I almost burned down once when I was making spell candles). It was a place around the corner from mine with a host who was HIGH OFF HER FACE on drugs. There was the counter of alcohol that kept us going all night, we had a lot of mingling with everyone there then when it started to get a little less wild we claimed an empty bedroom and tried the ouija board again since we were definitely less grounded than in the forest. Unfortunately the results were still a bit weak but we got a little bit of consistency with movement. There was some guy there that seemed interested but as time went on it turned out he was more interested in me than the board. I am a touched starved human being and he was playing with my hair and I was drunk so I did not care then after we ended up kissing while my other witchy friends and some new comers were chatting about the dead. My Aries witch friend lives on the other side of the city so she asked if they could stay at mine and I was like yea plus it was like 4AM at this point and this guy was getting very handsy like I just wanted my hair to be played with so I was like ok nice meeting you I gotta go. And He was like oh no please come say one last goodbye. I was too drunk to realize that he was in the bathroom and he closed to door to make out with me and I was like this is nice you do have nice flowy long hair that covers your big shiny forehead that I am now noticing in this bright fluorescent lighting but I gotta go. And he's like: No I wanna take you home I wanted to the moment I saw you. And he WHIPS OUT HIS DICK AND SAYS: this is for you. I am DYING like honestly I found it hilarious, I was so drunk I like forgot that there were other people on the other side of the door so I barge out of the bathroom like: WE ARE GOING HOME and my witchy friends saw his dick and were howling with laughter and that 10 minute walk home they would NOT LET ME BE IN PEACE about it.

Samhain Day

Anyway my friends stay over and in the morning I make tea and a light breakfast since we are hung over and we watch The Worst Witch 1980s Halloween special where we fucking Howl at laughter at everything especially Tim Curry flying around in that Cape. The rest of the day is really quiet since most of it is me sleeping trying to recover from the day before.

At 4 PM I call my relatives to say I love them and stuff cause I felt like my closest relatives on the other side of the veil wanted that. I made a feast for myself which consisted of Mashed sweet potato, a salad of chopped royal gala apples, carrots and beetroots and duck sauteed in maple syrup and bourbon. It may sound sweet but the bourbon balanced it out and duck tastes a bit sweet so it blended well with the maple flavor. After I had sticky toffee pudding for dessert. I made a plate for my ancestors and then got ready for fireworks with my other witchy friend who is the sound healer at Alexandra Palace.

I nearly missed the MASSIVE fire effigy burning cause the commute there was a NIGHTMARE since everything was still being redirected. (Thanks mercury retrograde). The fireworks were incredible though. There were so many it was like being bombarded with fiery psychedelics. My friend still wanted to show off her sexy angel outfit for Halloween so I asked if she wanted to hang out with us tomorrow night to party.

Saturday Night

She came over like at 4 and we got ready. She looked a bit like the angel from the remake of Romeo and Juliette with Leonardo decaprio but in lingerie with a long white lace robe. I dressed as a poltergeist though I don't think it came off that way but I had a sheer black dress on with a skeleton body suit, a glow in the dark wig and pale tulle. I just wanted to be a spooky ghost. We had to sneak into a members club that I work at cause I am NOT allowed to be there and I was terrified of them finding out so it felt like Danger Partying. They had a day of the dead party so I blended in but I felt like some staff that recognized me were like staring at me all night. We still had fun and spoke about our Samhain experiences. My friend is also a medium so she gave me some ouija tips so hopefully that can help me in the future.

Sunday Morning

I went to a workshop in the food forest about fire starting!! It was beautiful and magical and the forest was in full autumn mode. I learned how to chop wood with different axes and carve wood and start fires with either two pieces of wood (which is extremely hard on your own like you better be in the dryest place possible and you better have a bow), and how to start fire with flint/magnesium which is 1000% easier would highly recommend. There's so much magic in nature and so much magic in those workshops. We learned which trees were best for firewood and which were toxic and how to use bark or forage for fire starter materials. I am getting more drawn to fire as an element to work with in magic so I loved learning the techniques and also that you can start fires with the back of a knife (the teacher had a specific wood carving knife that was thick) so its like if you get a specific Athame which is ruled by fire you could also use it to start fires too if you got a fire steel key. (It's a rod of magnesium and you'd strike it with the back of the knife hard and fast and sparks will shoot out like fireworks).

Anyway that was my week so far!! It was so much fun and adventurous I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I have today off so I had a moment to reflect and get myself together for work tomorrow but afterwork I am celebrating Bonfire night with my sag witch friend at Victoria park so I am excited to take part in that!

I hope you all had a great Samhain!

[minimickzy]

Yeah, Cool || Richie Tozier

Request: Hi can I get a Richie imagine? Kinda based of the song My Kind of Woman by Mac demarco. Where he’s so surprised that no matter what you’ve always stuck by him. No matter how many jokes he masked about you, offensive or perverted, you always know he’s joking. And he’s just in awe cause of how strong you are and YOU choose HIM to stick with through everything. He just utterly adores you and he doesn’t realize you adore him to until he realizes how long you’ve stuck by him. Thanks! Love your blog💛

 +Hi okay so could you do a Richie x Reader where He likes the reader but the losers say that she's to innocent and completely opposite of him but goes for it anyway and him and the reader end up having a happily ever after?

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier, the losers club 

Word count: 2924

Warning: swearing, mentioned underage drinking, kissing (ew!)

a/n: This is a weird style that I tend to write in, I don't know if y’all are gonna like it so please let me know. this is also extremely long. please let me know what you think! also let me know if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Oh baby, oh man

You're making my crazy, really driving me mad

Summer 1988

From the second Richie saw you he knew you were meant to be. Richie wasn’t one to be sappy but when it came to you his heart melted in his chest and his head spun around with thoughts of you.

You moved to Derry in the summer before junior year. Your mom picked everything up and brought the family to this small shitty town. There was nearly nothing to do here. You’d go on walks looking for something, anything to preoccupy yourself with, but your searches went on and on.

You didn't notice the group of kids that would follow you around every day. The losers club was intrigued by you. They never saw you talk to anyone, you’d just walk around and look at the world around you. They all had the filling that you were one of them. Every few days you’d go to the park and sit against the sand pipe and read a book.

There was a boy who always seemed to be hanging around with binoculars and a little book. He seemed to be birdwatching but you never thought of a boy his age being into such a adult thing.

One day, after a rainy night you decided to sit on the bench instead of the mushy ground. It was a quiet day, near the end of august, a gentle breeze blew your hair against your cheeks as you engulfed your mind in your book.   

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone sat down at the other side of the bench. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You saw the bird boy looking at you with a apologetic but slightly annoyed look, after all you were in his spot. “Oh, It's no trouble, sorry for taking your spot, the ground was just… dirty.”

“It's fine.” He turned away from you and to the bird fountain. You went back to reading your book but couldn't help but feel the awkward tension rising in the silence. “I’m (y/n), I just moved here a month ago or something.” You put your hand out for him, He turned back you and gave your hand a tense shake, “I’m Stan. I’ve seen you around alot.” 

“yeah, I’ve just been looking for something to do.” He nodded, “Well, maybe you could come to the Barrens later, its where me and my friends hang out.” You smiled, “yeah, that sounds cool. You're the first person I’ve talked to here.” he laughed, “that's Derry for you. Do you have a bike?” You shook your head. “I guess I can give you a ride on my handlebars.” He started to get up, you stayed sitting not really sure if you should follow until he turned around a few yards away and looked at you expectantly, “coming?” “Oh, yeah! Sorry.” You stood up and rushed to join him.

That's alright with me, it's really no fuss

As long as you're next to me, just the two of us

Spring 1989

Richie had fucked up and he knew that. His trashmouth had gotten both the losers pissed at him and his parents to kick him out. It wasn't on purpose. He didn't tell anyone but he had a run in with Bowers on the way to school. He was to embarrassed to say anything and His blood with boiling from how weak he felt after what had happened. He wasn't sure if the losers had told you what happened, or what you would think of him if they did. Spring was here and Junior year was coming to a end.

He didn't bother to come up with a story to tell, he just walked up to your door and knocked, your parents car wasn't there but the lights were on so he knew you must be home. When you opened the door your eyes widened with shock at the sight in front of you. “Richie..” He looked so broken. His eyes were red and puffy, magnified by his coke bottle glasses. The goofy grin that was nearly always plastered on his face was gone and his body was trembling in the cool night air.

“I really fucked up.” You nodded, “yeah, Stan told me. Listen, I don’t thin-” “They kicked me out.” “what?” “My par-parents, they kicked me out.” He sniffed and you thought your heart may as well have just fallen on the ground in front of him. “Why?” “I said something and my dad, he just-” Richie couldn’t get the rest out, instead breaking down on your poach, his head held in his hands as the tears slipped from his eyes and splashed onto his glasses. You didn't waste any time to hug him. He was shaking. You held him as tight as you could, you whispered soft words into his ear and let him nuzzle his curly hair into you neck.

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

Summer 1989 

It took the loud honk of a horn to knock Richie out of his tance. You laughed as he swore under his breath and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal sending the car forward. Richie had been staring at you, taking the chance as you were looking out the window of his beat up car on the way to pick up Eddie and then meet up with the rest of the losers. A year later and you still didn't have a bike. He didn't know the reason was because then he’d have to give you ride.

Richie and Mike were the only ones with cars, you lived down the street from him and Eddie lived 5 minutes from there and then everyone else lived on the other side of town by Mike who would pick them up in the back of his old pickup he got from his dad.

When Richie pulled up to Eddie’s sidewalk the boy who wasn't much bigger than when you had first met him came beelining out of the front door. He hopped in the back and took a puff of his inhaler, sure enough his mom came out right after and started to yell something but Richie pulled away before you could hear any of it. “What was up her ass Ed’s?” Richie asked, Eddie groaned in return, “She said I had a cold or something because I sneezed, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.”

You laughed lightly and placed your hand on Richies on top the stick shift. His stomach did flips and his brain went just a little fuzzy. You didn't take it away until he parked outside of the movie house where everyone was waiting. Eddie jumped out and then you but Richie didn't move a muscle. “Richie?” you asked leaning down so you could see him, “You coming?” “mhm, I just- need a second.” “are you okay?” “yeah, I'll be right in.” “cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Summer 1988

Stan pulled up to the barrens and let you hope off of his handlebars, there was only another boy and girl there already, sitting on to rocks with there hands interlocked. “Thats Bill and Beverly” he pointed before they saw you. You nodded and your nerves started to get the best of you. What if the only people you talked to in Derry didn't even like you? Stan started walking towards them and they both smiled and waved to him. The girl, Beverly, was the first to notice you, taking a double take and then elbowing Bill who stood up immediately.   

“This is (y/n), I said it was cool if she'd hang with us.” San introduced you as you gave a little nod. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” Bill smiled and stuck a hand out to shake, “you t-too.” You smiled back and shook his hand.

Bill and Beverly told you about the losers club and how they’d been seeing you around town. “We Thou-thought you m-m-meant be one of u-us.” Bill said and you laughed, “A loser?” Beverly shrugged, “It's not too bad.” You nodded, “so who else is in it?” Bills face brightened up again as he started to tell you about each member in the group, “Well the-there's Mike who...

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Fall 1988

“What a babe.” Richie fawned over you as you walked away. The rest of the losers laughed or sighed at the pathic doe eyes Richie wore whenever he looked at you.

You were the innocent of the group, Richie was not. Every sentence that he said included swears but one had hardly ever touched your lips. He wore black and punk band tees and you wore pastels and sweaters. He used to call you Betty Cooper when you first started hanging out with the losers as a joke and you’d always call him Jughead in return. You always chuckled at his jokes even if you didn’t get it which was most of the time. It was just the giddiness and rush you got whenever you were around him that really got the laughs going.

“Richie, she’s so out of your league.” Eddie deadpanned patting Him on the back. “And whys that?” Richie asked in a pissy tone. “B-b-because she’s innocent R-Richie, and your N-not.” Bill said, “Yeah, and she's smart and attractive. Two more things you lack.” Stan smirked. Richie huffed and stood up from the rock he had been sitting on. “That's bullshit.” They all looked at him with scartic looks. “I can tone it down.” “yeah right.” Eddie laughed, Richie furrowed his eyebrows and started to walk away.

“I’ll show you fuckers!” He started his way to you house jogging in order to catch up to you, “Hey (y/n)! Wait up!” he yelled down the street causing you to turn towards him. You shot him a sweet smile, “What’s up Richie?” He stopped to catch his breath and rubbed his hands off on his hawaii shirt. “I-I just wanted to ask you something.”  You cocked an eyebrow, “and you couldn't use a phone?”

He shrugged and played with the dirt on the ground with his foot, “What do you think of me?” He was no longer making eye contact with you which you were silently thankful for, “what?” His question had blindsided you. “Like, What do you think of my jokes and how I act or whatever.” “Oh, I think your great- I mean I really like your jokes and you glasses and your hair and and how you sometimes smile with only one side of your mouth and- Your really cool Rich.” You just needed to get yourself to shut up. “So you don’t mind my dirty jokes or swearing?” “No? Why?”

“I just thought they meant be much for you.” You laughed, “You could never be too much for me Tozier” He smiled brightly, “Cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

Oh brother, sweetheart

I'm feeling so tired really falling apart

And it just don't make sense to me

Spring 1989

You told Richie he could stay at your house as long as your parents didn't catch him. You gave him some food and he told you about Bowers, He told you about everything, His cheeks were a dark shade of red, you were the last person he wanted to know. But you understood, you didn't tell him but as soon as he fell asleep you called and told Bev everything and then she told everyone else, they all understood just as you had and Bill was going to talk to Richie at school.

Since the day you met Richie you felt connected with him. You hadn't thought twice about holding him as he cried or playing with his hair when he talked. You weren't going to deny you held a liking towards Richie, There was no question as to if you were head over heels for the boy.

You thought he was too but neither of you ever dared make a move. You told your parents you were sick in the morning and bought yourself a few more hours alone with Richie before you’d both go in for the later half of your classes. You gave him breakfast as soon as your parents left.

He didn't say much. He couldn't believe he had told you everything, the stuff that he even hid from the rest of the losers. As he ate you watched him from across the table eating your own breakfast. You found his leg with your foot under the table. “Richie?” He looked up to you, “yeah?” “Why’d you come to me? Why not Eddie or Stan? Why me?”

His eyes got a little wider and his cheeks burned a soft pink, “I- I guess, I trust you.” You smiled, “Really?” You started to take a sip from your water “yeah. I really do. Your so nice and I really love you.” You choked on your water and some of it sprayed out of your mouth, onto the table as you coughed. “I’m sorry- I just-” Richie said rushing to apologize as soon as he realized what his big mouth had said. “No, Richie- I love you- too- Don't be- sorry-” you said between coughs.

He smiled. “Cool.” You smirked “yeah, cool.”

I really don't know

Why you stick right next to me or wherever I go

Summer 1990 

“Richie this is ridiculous!” you yelled, he jumped back at your outburst. Richie and you had been a thing forever and respected it as dating behind closed doors. You wanted it to be official, you wanted to know you weren't going to lose him. Richie wanted the same thing, but as long as he had you he didn’t want to do anything to fuck that up. But you were fed up so when he met you at the barrens, just the two of you, you jumped right into it.

“What?” you groaned, “you have to let me know what we are, where is this going? I need to know Richie, I have to go to college and you, you have to go somewhere!” He frowned, “I’m going wherever you go.” “what?” he shrugged, “There's nowhere else I want to go.” You looked at him with  melow shock. You thought he just didn't want to commit, you didn't know in his head he already had.

“Oh. So we’re dating?” “That's what I thought, If you don't want me to-” “No! I mean no, that's what I want, If it's what you want!” the tension was high, “What if I want something more!” The two of you yelling a bit softer each time, “Then let's make it something more!” he stepped closer to you, “We’re 18!” you stepped closer to him, “yes!” He took your hands in his, “We could be engaged!” you nodded your head, “yes!” he gave you his goofy grin, “Is that a yes to 18 year olds can be engaged or me asking you to fucking marry me?” “both.” He kissed you sweetly “fuck” You kissed him, “shit.” “that's what I want.” “then that's what you get.” “Cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Fall 1989 

The first the two of you kissed was at a party where you both had been a little tipsy. The only reason it didn't go further was Beverly busting in and freaking out. She didn't tell anyone, and neither did you or Richie.

But Richie couldn’t live with just a taste of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and who he’d been drooling over for more than a year. He tried desperately to get you to kiss him again, but the time was never right. One day Richie Tozier had enough, He was driving you home from a meetup with the losers, the windows were open and the radio blasting. Everyone had went out to Castle Rock for a carnival but the rest of the losers decided to stay after you and Rich left.

You laughed at something he said and when that sweet sound touched his ears he quickly turned off the road and onto the shoulder. “Richie? Whats up?” “I need to kiss you.” he said it so calmly it almost frightened you. “What?” “I’ve liked you since the day you moved here and at the party it was like a dream and I need to kiss you.”

You shrugged, “Okay.” “really?” “yes.” “oh my fuck, I didn't actu- fuck. Okay.” “are you going to or…” He nodded and turned quickly, capturing your lips with his. You couldn't help but smile as you pulled away. He smiled and turned back onto the road. “cool.” You laughed, “yeah, cool.”

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Summer 1987

“...Yeah, he g-go-goes on about b-b-being sick but hes st-still cool, and then th-theres R-Richie-” “Thats my name don't wear it out Big Bill.” you heard someone laugh from behind you. You turned to see two boys, one with Red shorts who was smaller and then a tall boy with wild curly black hair, thick glasses and a devilish grin. “He’s Well, Ri-Richie.” Bill shrugged as the boys joined the small circle.

“Whos the babe?” Riche laughed and you chuckled slightly, “I’m (y/n), I’m new around here.” He smirked, “cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

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