#on my list of songs I wish I knew fucking earlier

[number24]

Was I just a waste of, time

Take my love

And throw it all out

Take my love

[tomssexdoll]

Sexy scare

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N goes to a really popular halloween party that's hard to get into, its full of musicians and Tom kaulitz happens to be there, you and him flirt and dance for ages before going into a spare bedroom and GETTING FREAKYYY A/N: cumming to this photo, there will be a bill version coming <3 WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary), eating out, fingering

I was getting ready to go to one of the most popular halloween parties among musicians, my friend was in a band and was invited to play there. She asked me to come along cause she knew how much I loved Tokio Hotel and they were also going to be playing there.

I was dressed as a sexy witch, basic but it worked. I wore a short and skimpy black dress with fishnets, platformed boots and a cute witch hat. I did my makeup and my hair and ran out to door to the car.

"Are you excited?" she chuckled, I looked at her shocked "excited? girl? im more than fucking excited i'm extatic" I shook her shoulders, she chuckled and started the car, driving to the party.

"I am so glad it's not BYO drinks, I would've died" I sighed, walking into the secluded party. Our friend gave the bouncer a code word and we got inside, Tokio Hotel was playing and I gasped, grabbing my friends hand and running to the stage. I pushed through a bunch of people and stared up at Tom, admiring him as he played his guitar, his tongue slightly out and little beads of sweat forming on forehead. I bit my lip, my heat slightly burning.

"Fuck he's so much hotter in person.." I whispered to her, "even with that scary ass costume?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "oh of course! I'd fuck him either way!" I said a little too loudly, sparking his attention.

He looked over at me, staring at me subtly, I instantly shut up, super flustered. He smirked and looked back down, continuing to play his guitar. "Holy shit...did you see that.." I turned to her, my eyes super wide. She nodded and raised her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

"Maybe you'll get lucky" she nudged me and I chuckled "I hope..fuck..the things I'd do to him.." I sighed.

After they played it was my friends turn, her band had arrived earlier to discuss some things. They set up on the stage and started to play, I was cheering for her and jumping up and down, giving myself more attention.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, the one and only Tom Kaulitz was standing there and was WAY taller then I imagined. I looked up at him and smiled nervously, "oh hi..did you want me to move?" he chuckled "no liebe, come with me" he grabbed my hands softly and pulled me with him, walking to a more secluded spot.

He sat me down at a couch in the corner of the building, placing a hand on my thigh. "So..I heard what you said before" he smirked, I felt my cheeks get super hot and I stumbled on my words "i-i.. yeah.." I giggled nervously.

"Don't be nervous.." he pushed a hair away from my face, "tell me about yourself, hm?" his eyes were so dreamy, even with the scary makeup my panties were SOAKED.

"Well..I'm y/n..22 and I'm here for my friend, she's playing right now" I smiled brightly, pointing to her. He chuckled "you have such a beautiful name, supporting your friends like that is amazing, I wish we had that support when we started our band" he frowned slightly.

I chuckled softly "but look at you guys now, everyone loves you" he shrugged "yeah I guess so, I can you love us the most" he winked and I CAVEDD. The power he had over me was dangerous, he was so fuckung hot and literally put me under a spell.

I bit my lip and we continued to flirt back and forth for another 20 minutes. "I can't believe I missed like half of your songs" I frowned, he picked my chin up "it's fine baby, we are gonna play again next week again you can come back, I'll make sure you're on the list" he smiled, I gasped "really? fuck thankyou so much!" I reached out and hugged him tightly, I felt his hands snake around my waist, focusing on my ass a little too long, giving it a little squeeze.

"Do you wanna dance?" He smirked, I nodded quickly and got up, grabbing his hand and running onto the dance floor. By now everyone was dancing and super drunk.

I started to dance to the music, Tom coming up behind me and holding my waist. I swayed my hips and went low to the floor.

As the beat dropped I started jumping, my hair flying around and getting messy. I heard Tom chuckle and I turned around, smirking and wrapping my arms around his neck, swaying my hips again.

He reached down and held my hips, pulling me in closer, his lips ghosted over mine, the tension building and the air becoming thicker. I turned around again and started to grind on him, his lips finding my neck and kissing it softly, his beard softly tickling my neck.

His grip tightened on my hips, bringing me closer, rubbing his hard on, on my back. I continuined to grind on him, my arms resting against his.

"Let's go somewhere private" he whispered sensually in my ear, his hot breath making my hairs stand up on my neck, I followed him as he took me into an empty bathroom, it was filled with graffiti and stickers from past performances. He picked me up and sat me on the bathroom counter, smashing his lips into mine. I kissed him back passionately, grabbing the back of his head and locking ourselves in a rough embrace.

"You're so fucking sexy" he muttered into the kiss, I smirked and unbuttoned his flannel, pulling it off and the shirt he had underneath, revealing his fit and toned body and my jaw hit the fucking floor.

He smirked "you like what you see?" he toyed with my dress, pulling the zip down slowly, I took it off, revealing my black lace thong and matching bra. He groaned and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. His lips crashed into mine again, I pulled him closer and he rubbed his erection against my clothed pussy softly, I moaned into the kiss, tugging on his dreads. His hands found their way to the back of my bra, clipping it off and revealing my boobs, nipples hard from all the teasing.

"So hot..fuck.." he got onto his knees and I scooted closer to the edge, lifting my legs up and spreading them.

He ripped my fishnets where my pussy was and moved my thong to the side, "fuck..so perfect.." he placed a soft kiss on my pussy, my breath hitching, "mm.." I moaned softly "keep going.." I sighed in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pushed his face into my pussy, licking my sensitive clit gently.

"Holy shit!" I moaned loudly, his pace becoming quicker, licking and sucking my clit rapidly, removing one of his arms from my leg and plunging his fingers into my wetness, stretching me out with his 2 digits. I groaned, trying not to close in my thighs on his head.

I threw my head back in immense pleasure, his tongue swirling so perfectly on my sensitive bud, his fingers moving in and out of me so gracefully. He curled his fingers on my g spot, brushing against it softly.

I groaned, a knot forming in my stomach and coiling to my core, signalling my impending orgasm. "G'nna cum.." I cried out, he smirked on my pussy and thrusted his fingers in and out harder, feeling your body tighten around him.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire and full of lust, "cum for me baby..let it all go" he whispered against my clit, with one last thrust I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing down and washing over me, shuddering as my juices coating his fingers.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, detaching his lips from my clit. He smirked and licked the slick off his fingers, his hand grabbing his erection on his pants. He came closer, taking off his belt and pushing his pants down, pre-cum leaking onto his boxers. I bit my lip and pulled his cock out of his boxers, gasping and looking up at him.

He was a solid 7 inches, girthy and veiny, I whimpered at his size, how the fuck was it going to fit?

He was grinning, his makeup slightly melting off around the mouth, he grabbed my thighs and allinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching my hole more, I groaned, every inch agonizing.

He was about half way in when I put my hand on his chest, stopping him for a moment, "hurts..too much.." I pouted, looking at him. He grunted, "i'll make it fit honey..just relax.." his fingers came down to my clit and rubbed softly, my muscles relaxing on his cock. He let out a small sigh of relief and pushed in, the thickest part of his cock now entering me.

"Just a bit more liebe.." he whispered into my ear softly, comforting me from the pain. Finally he bottomed himself out, pulling his cock back out and then slamming it back in, creating a pace.

I moaned softly and my hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tightly and his cock pounded into me.

"Shit!" I cried out, his tip kissing my cervix, "so tight..fuck.." he muttered, gripping my hips tightly, leaving marks. I felt his cock so deep in me I swear it was in my throat, it felt so good, his length constantly ramming into my g spot, making me roll my eyes back so far.

"So good..mm" he moaned softly, pounding in and out of me cruely. "Fuck!" I groaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. I leaned upwards and kissed his neck, sucking softly and leaving marks.

He groaned as I found his sweet spot, sucking the skin softly. He leaned down and started to suck my nipples softly, taking them in between his teeth and biting them gently, I arched my back at the painful yet pleasuring sensation "fuck.." I moaned softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and dragging him in closer.

"You're so beautiful..fuck.." he groaned, smashing his hips into mine, the sound of slapping skin taking over the room. I felt my stomach tighten, signalling my awaiting orgasm. "Fuck..cumming.." I managed to blurt out, all the pleasure was hitting me all at once so I could barely form more than 4 words. "Cmon, cum for me, you're doing so well" he praised, that sent me over the edge and I came hard, my orgasm crashing down severley and causing me to cum all over his cock.

The intense clenching of my pussy around his cock sent him into his orgasm too, squirting his hot cum all over my walls, coating them completely. As I came back to my senses I realised how fucked up both of our makeup was, basically all of his was destroyed from sweat and eating my pussy and mine was smudged all over my face. As he came to clean my pussy he chuckled "i guess that's where the blood went" pointing to my pussy, mixed with grey makeup and fake blood, I giggled "jeez, didn't know you went that hard."

He picked me up from the counter and helped me get dressed, I had no choice but to try and fix the ripped fishnets, he saw me struggling with them "sorry..I guess i got too excited" he scratched his neck, a little embarassed, I smiled and kissed his cheek "that's fine, they were like 2 dollars anyway" I rolled my eyes playfully "cmon let's go dance again" I grabbed his hand and we walked back to the dance floor, drinking and having fun.

[brabblesblog]

Dancing with your ghost

As the final struggle with the Absolute approaches, The Vampire Ascendant can feel his consort slowly becoming more distant.

"He remembers bedding her every single night after the ascension, desperately trying to use what he knew best to regain what was lost, even though he wasn't exactly sure what it was." (Chapter 9)

This is a small character study I made in preparation for chapter 15 of "Whither is thy beloved gone?"

Smut, with a heavy dose of angst. Can be read as a one-shot.

The title and inspiration for this piece comes from this song. I highly recommend listening to it.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

Ban closes the door to their room, readjusting her sleeping tunic. She silently makes her way to the communal area, finding a plush chair by the fireplace to sit in.

What a day.

The Wyrm had not been the salvation they were hoping for. Frankly, she didn’t know what to expect, but an undead dragon with a bone to pick with the Emperor was definitely not on the list.

Astarion, of course, had taken everything in stride.

Ban closes her eyes, recalling what happened earlier in the night.

“-exciting, don’t you think, pet?”

His voice, low and sultry as he stands behind her, undoing her armor. The usual nightly routine: undressing her, bathing her, and then fucking her, his hands fisting in her hair and his cock slamming inside her, again and again and again.

“Ban.”

She hears the last of her armor dropping unceremoniously onto the floor. He’s irritated. She moves to face him, and he cups her cheek.

Astarion stares into her eyes, boring into them, willing himself to see something there that isn’t just emptiness for once.

“Did you hear anything I’ve said for the past five minutes?”

She considers the question. “Sure. Ansur, the Emperor.”

She’s fibbing, and he notices. His eyes narrow.

“I said fighting a dragon, undead as it was, is exciting.” He moves forward, his bare torso coming within inches of her own. “But it won’t be exciting as this is, will it?”

He moves his hand to grasp her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her face to the side to inspect her neck - where he had bit her the day he changed her, took her for his own for eternity.

And yet he had been losing her, slowly but irrevocably, like sand sifting through his fingers…

He refuses to let that happen.

“Of course,” Ban says, smiling falsely up at him. His eyes are fierce, glowing with simmering rage and something… else, that she cannot figure out. “What would you like to do for tonight?”

She still enjoys it. Sex, carnal pleasure - the only part of him that was still him, the only part that responded as he did then.

Even if it wasn’t exactly the same. Her Astarion hadn’t been quite ready for this. Back then they had touched each other in all the ways that mattered, save one, and the future had looked bright.

At least she could look at him, let the fire in her loins take over, and pretend.

Ban snaps back to the present, distracted by the sensation of someone watching her.

Wyll offers her a wry grin. “Sleepless night?”

“Sort of.” Ban shifts forward as he sits in the chair opposite her. “I assume you’re thinking about the Wyrm.”

The grin falters at those words. Wyll’s gaze moves off to the distance for a second. “I don’t know what my father thought would happen, but I do wish that Ansur could have helped.”

Ban reaches out, grasping Wyll’s hand and giving it a small squeeze. “Nothing’s changed. It’s always been down to us, no? To our little group.”

He nods. “Not a reassuring thought, leaving the fate of so many to us.”

“And why not?” She tries to cheer him up. “We have the Blade of Frontiers! The archmage of Waterdeep. The fury of Avernus. We have the V-”

Her voice catches, and Wyll looks at her. “The Vampire Ascendant,” he finishes for her.

They’re in the tub, her hands scrubbing Astarion’s scalp. He purrs, leaning into her touch. As she finishes, he turns to face her.

“Very good, pet.” He runs a hand through his wet locks, pushing them away from his eyes. His face works at some unbidden expression before he reins it in, and it settles into his usual confident smirk.

“Now be a good girl and sit up there,” he says, nodding at the lip of the tub.

Ban does so, automatically spreading her thighs apart. Their nightly dance begins.

The Ascendant’s eyes are half-lidded and hungry, and he moves his head between her legs, tongue finding her cunt.

“Yes,” Ban nods. “Him too.”

It is Wyll’s turn to squeeze her hand. “I don’t want to pry, Ban, but… I worry. We all do.”

She stiffens. She considers telling them that she’s trapped, pinned between her love for Astarion and her hatred for what he’s become.

Choose for me. Make that choice for me. Save me.

But she doesn’t.

Not when she still loves him.

“We’re fine,” she says with a laugh that’s so obviously hollow that Wyll raises an eyebrow.

“He’s happy, I’m happy, and -” seeing the look on Wyll’s face makes her scramble for something, anything, “- you do hear us at night, don’t you?”

Wyll flushes. “Unfortunately.”

Astarion pummels into her, hips snapping with almost savage ferocity as he buries himself to the hilt with every thrust. He has her bent over the bed, his hands holding onto her hips for dear life, nails digging into her flesh. He fucks her without restraint, the bed creaking with every move. He wants it that way, wants to mark what’s his, wants everyone to know it.

Her cunt felt incredible, warm and tight and squeezing all around his cock - making him weep for her, just throbbing and aching for that sweet bliss of relief.

Fucking her like this, with her back to him and her face hidden away, is a blessing. He can avoid seeing those eyes - eyes that haunt him, who look at him as if he's already gone.

“You want this, don’t you? You want me, all of me, deep inside you.” he snaps his hips once, hard and punishing. She whimpers in response, the need evident in her voice and in the way her cunt clenches all around him.

He almost comes right there, but manages to hold off. Not quite yet.

“Say it, Ban.”

He is met with silence and thrusts in again, cock hitting her spot. He takes in a shaky breath, realizing just how close he is to the edge. He reaches forward with a hand and tugs on her hair.

“Say it.”

Say it. I need it. I need it to come. I need it to live.

Ban is fully aware of what he wants. Without fail he asks for it every night. She feels the tension on her scalp and her head follows suit, tilting backwards.

“I love you, Astarion.”

A low, rough exhale escapes him as she says it, the words shooting straight to his groin. He begins rolling his hips, gentler this time, skating ever closer to his climax.

“Again.”

“I love you. I love you so much. I won’t ever leave.”

Gods, yes. He can believe it, if only for this moment. His hips increase its pace, and he looks down to watch his own cock pulling out of her, its length glistening with their combined wetness, before he pushes it back in. He makes sure to angle himself, to make every stroke hit her spot; he is rewarded by the feeling of her cunt clenching all around him with every pass.

He’s not going to last. But he wants to hear it one more time. Please, he thinks.

Instead he growls, the hand fisted in her hair tightening, a command she understands only too well. She gives in.

“Astarion, I love you,” she breathes as her own climax threatens to overwhelm her.

For now, this is enough.

“Then come for me, my love.” Purred, his velvety voice dropping an octave.

He can feel her reach her climax, her walls clenching tightly around his cock, a feeling so intensely pleasurable he bares his fangs reflexively in response as he keeps thrusting. One hand moves to grab her ass. He moans, his hips losing its rhythm as he finally comes as well. His eyes fly shut, his entire existence narrowing down to only one thing: the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her, spurting his seed within her, giving her everything.

Ban gives him what he asks, says the words he so longs to hear. She feels the pleasure, feels the girth of his cock stretching her with every thrust, feels his head leaking slickness within her. She can sense him getting close in the way his hips change their pace, in his rough, ragged breathing, and in the way his cock swells ever larger inside her as it drags along her walls.

“Then come for me, my love.”

Those words uttered from that voice in that insistent tone never fail. She comes, legs twitching as her cunt squeezes his cock inside her, moaning his name. She feels ropes of come hit her walls, feels the sudden rush of warmth inside with every spurt, and for a moment things feel at least good, if not right.

Wyll offers her another smile, and then leaves her to her thoughts.

Alone, she thinks, yet again.

She stays in the common area longer, until she feels cold hands grasp her shoulders.

“Time for bed,” Astarion murmurs, his grip on her shoulders soft.

She stands, stretching her tired muscles before facing her lover.

Was he still that? After all this? Her eyes meet his face, and the fireplace bathes them both in firelight.

He offers her a hand, and she lets herself be pulled against his chest. Cupping her cheek, he leans in to kiss her; warm, fervent lips meet hers.

Astarion smiles. Whether it is genuine or not, Ban cannot tell.

In the light of the flickering flames, he looks like he used to.

In the light of their campfire, smiling. Happy. Hers.

If only. She would give everything to have him again.

For now, she can only dance with his ghost.

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

I threatened a 40-minute video of annoyance with this, but I'm lazy, so here's a time-stamped dick pull instead:

It's the catchiest song in the whole fucking movie, and it does nothing to earn any love or devotion from any version of its audience.

0:36: "you got yourselves on the front page." accurate.

0:40: "So what, you get your picture in the pape, so what's that get you, huh?" -- A fair question from a kid who understands via selling papes how quickly headlines change. Which is established earlier in the film in a way that kids were meant to pick up on.

0:41: "What are you talkin' about, huh?" / (various newsies saying 'shut up you've been in a bad mood, etc.) / "You're glum and dumb. What's the matter with you? You're in the papes you're famous! You're famous, you get anything you want!" -- Previous scenes have set up that the Newsies understand the rules of Yellow Journalism, so to have Race get annoyed that another seasoned Newsie questions why it matters they're on the front page when they all know the front page will change basically instantly is to undercut what we've already been told the Newsies know themselves. Also, this has been made clear to the kids who are watching who undoubtedly picked it up.

0:58: "And that's what's so great about New York!" this is meant to show that New York is great because anyone can be famous for one edition. But we've seen the Newsies understand that this means nothing in the greater story. Having any Newsie in this scene claim front page status makes anyone famous doesn't work with the story that's already been set up. And, again, this has been made clear for THE KIDS IN THE AUDIENCE.

0:59: "A Pair of new shoes with matching laces" / "A permanent box at Cheapshead Races." / "A porcelin tub with boiling water" -- growing up in the early 90s, I'm sure I identified with the idea of new shoes with matching laces (it was a THING), but I sure as shit didn't have any sense of why having an easier time gambling would make a fellow kid happy (because I wasn't raised by OR a degenerate child gambler). And while I happened to grow up in a situation where I did NOT always have hot water on tap, the phrasing here didn't provide any explanation about why I should care about someone wanting a tub with BOILING WATER.

1:08: "A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter!" This movie was aimed, at the oldest, towards 10-12 year olds. My best wishes to anyone who felt a tingle in their jeans at this moment and spent many years wondering why they wanted to fuck pirates.

1:13: "Look at me, I'm the King of New York." Vinnie from Dougie Howser MD was why I watched this movie the moment I could get my hands on it in my own home, and he delivers. Thank you, Max Casella. You did great.

1:22: "Nobbing with all the muckety-mucks…" I respect Christian Bale as an actor. He is SO BAD in this movie. He can't sing or dance for shit, and I wanna backhand whoever cast him in this role.

1:34: The Newsies fighting over the paper when the movie has etablished they know being on the front page doens't mean shit is a fucking problem.

1:38: "A courdrory suit with fitted knickers / a mezzanine seat to see the flickers / Havana cigars that cost a quarter" Are you just listing shit that no kid in the early 90s is going to be able to understand as important or were you all too high on coke to give a shit???

1:47: "An Editor's desk for the star reporter" See previous comment. No fucking child in any point knows what an editor is, why that desk is important, or what a star reporter is. Disney was just coked out at this point.

1:53: Bull Pullman put his whole cunt into this performance, and I love that for him. The script never could decide how much emphasis he should have, but he showed up in every scene as Cool Uncle Cunt and showed them. Good for him.

2:01: Calm down every spotlight-stealer we knew in high school.

2:10: "Proud yet humble, he's the king of New York." -- Max Casella proving why I loved this movie when young.

2:18: "Tomorrow they might wrap fishes in it / but I was a star for one whole minute!" Proving--AGAIN--that these kids know how fragile the news cycle is, yet we're supposed to think they're all excited about making the front page????

2:24: The dancing is in no way with the beat of the song, and I am pretty sure my molars no longer exist because I ground them to dust.

2:32: They are now in sync with the beat, but my molars are still fucking dust.

2:37: This is a kid power movie. Pullman shouldn't be jumping on a table to sing along.

2:45: No kid is going to appreciate a sit-down game of dance-and-slap, and Pullman joining in is further disconnection from the overall kid power theme of the movie. He's supposed to be their ally, not their equal. It's a mistake to have him be part of this moment.

2:49: "Once a piker" -- No fucking child in the early 90s is going to know that "Piker" is an insult about a "simplistic" person who thinks they have more impact on business than they actually hold.

[heyhellohihowareyou]

Why Cheer Up Time! was just lovely (Part 2)

(Part 1)

The somber start was nice. Especially with how the first part ended.

I’m always up for Okano having more screentime.

I’m VERY up for Maehara having more screentime.

Okano’s a cutie and I will always stand by that!

Okay so, I love how soft both Maehara’s and Okano’s VAs sound. Really sets the episode.

Koro being a snoop. I really shouldn’t be surprised.

Cutie Okano.

Yes, it is in fact canon Maehara absolutely excels at Karaoke because of course

WAAAAAAAH Okano’s adorable! 🥹💕

Gosh, this episode is so so wholesome hopefully nothing could ruin-

GODDAMMIT! Can’t we just have a wholesome episode 😞

Okajima the dumbass

This

And she sticks the backflip!

“You’ve trampled on a maidens heart!” - Hazama

Maehara: “He’s right but being scolded by a peeping tom doesn’t really seem convincing.”

Pfft-horndog

Nagisa being late to the party

Hazama: “It’s complicated, but anyway Maehara is in the wrong.” Per usual.

Maehara being desperate as hell.

Okano: “You got some nerve telling me what to do like some playmaker in soccer!”

Poor Nagisa getting bonked by a chair 😅

Nagisa being late to the party

Maehara: “Milady Okano, regarding what we discussed earlier, may I have some-” Oh he pulled out the Milady. He’s REALLY desperate then.

Maehara: “Sliding kick! Ouch! That grazed me! I beg of you-”

Look, I find it honestly hilarious to see him this way 😆

Maehara being a literal dog

Now comes the part that makes me really enjoy this part of the OVA

But first we gotta get Maehara pissing Okano the hell off. Per usual 😅

Okano: “MY KNIFE TURNED INTO CHOCOLATE!?” I love you 🙂

Shoujo Maehara

Okano: “CLEVER AND MESSED UP!”

Okay now time for the actual sweet part…

“And do you really think I’d bother memorizing a girl’s favorite karaoke songs so I could sing along If I wasn’t actually interested in her?” - Maehara

*Heart clench*

And of course Maehara himself has to ruin it

How he survives this? I have zero clue.

Isogai: “Good grief. Maehara is no different from his usual self.” Yeah that’s tru- WAIT WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?

And of course we gotta end it off with Koro getting his ass kicked.

Nagisa: “I want to be a teacher like Koro-sensei…Is what I thought at first. But, I’m kind of losing my confidence in that.” That’s fair.

Okay so, I need to get something off my chest but I freaking love this OVA. Might be overkill but I’d say this would be in my top ten for AC episodes (I need to make a list. We all know what’s first though 😗) I wouldn’t say this was the thing that made Maehara officially my second place ikemen (which is above Asano 😆) but it definitely played a role in that factor. I’d say this OVA did him good probably even better than the retaliation arc.

I love how goofy he is in this episode and I loved that one genuine scene he had with Okano. At first I wished Okano would have genuinely given Maehara the chocolates instead of being tricked to. But, now that I think about it, I’m okay with the way things turned out. He used information that he knew about her, proving that he does know her well enough and also said things that he knew that would piss her off enough to do her Koro-sensei knife trick and receive the chocolate from her. It makes sense really. And afterwards he goes on and says how he willingly went and memorized Okano’s favorite karaoke songs just so he could sing along with her. He didn’t have to do that. There’s no telling that he’d get that opportunity but he went and memorized her songs anyways.

Maehara can be an oblivious bastard and fuck things up but when it comes to the people he does in fact care about, you bet your ass it’s genuine!

I wanna say more, but this post is getting too long. I’ll go back to my corner now. Bye bye!

[portaltothevoid]

For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 18 - Friends Will Be Friends

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: The Hawkins crew finally find Kat and Eddie. Nancy and her have a bonding moment. 

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter song: Friends Will Be Friends by Queen

Tag list: @munchabunch​ @madaboutmunson​ @michele131 @literarypeachtea​ @munsonology​ @mickkmaiden333​

“Shit, do you hear that?” Eddie asked, his voice low and hushed.

“Mhm,” Kat agreed. She grabbed Eddie’s hand, “C’mon,” she whispered as she led him up the top of the rock near where he had climbed to survey the area earlier.

They stayed low on top of the rock, peering down, watching and waiting. Kat gripped Eddie’s hand tighter when the rustling leaves grew louder. 

“Oh, boom!” They heard Steve call out, making them smile at each other. Kat held up a finger to her mouth to tell Eddie to be quiet.

“Bada bing, bada boom. There she is, Henderson! Skull Rock. In your face. In your stupid, cocky little face,” Steve gloated as he gazed up at the rock, both hands on his hips.

“Doesn’t make sense,” Dustin muttered. 

“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it,” Steve continued to dismiss. “Just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead.”

Kat and Eddie had slowly crept up and then they both jumped off the rock they were hiding on in synchronicity. Causing Dustin and Steve to quickly turn around, startled by the commotion.

“I concur,” Eddie spoke. “You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

“Hear, hear!” Kat added with a wide-toothed grin.

“Jesus, we thought you were goners!” Dustin said, rushing over to embrace Eddie in a hug.

“Yeah, me too, man,” Eddie said, patting his back a couple of times. 

He rushed over and gave Kat a hug too. She held him and rocked him side to side lightly. “Pfft, not on my watch,” Kat said, giving him a final squeeze.

Steve gave them both a nod. The rest of the group finally caught up, entering behind Kat and Eddie. Kat ran over to Robin and gave her a hug.

“See, I knew they’d be alright,” Robin said.

“And that’s why you were talking five hundred miles a minute even before we had gotten to Rick’s?” Max rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have you know I talk five hundred miles a minute, all the time. On any given day. No matter the circumstance,” Robin countered. 

The group bantered a bit more, but Kat went over to give Lucas a hug. “Hey, are you alright, man? I know… I know Patrick was your friend.”

“I’m okay,” Lucas said, taking a deep breath. “Actually, I don’t know. I mean, I was just talking about this with Max, it’s like all of Vecna’s victim’s had something hurting, or haunting them as she put it. I just… I just wish I paid more attention, you know?”

“I know. He’s a sick, twisted asshole, if you ask me. But, I’m telling you, even if you had paid more attention… It wouldn’t have mattered. Once he chooses someone… I knew Chrissy was struggling. We were gonna help her, but…” Kat sighed. “There was nothing we could do. Nothing I could do…”

“Well, hey,” Lucas said as he raised the bag he had been carrying, “at least we got snacks?”

Kat’s eyes lit up. “Oh, hell yeah!” she exclaimed as she snatched the bag and examined its contents, walking over towards her boyfriend who had returned to crouch under some of the rock. “Eddie! They brought us the food!”

“Fucking finally.” He then snatched the bag from Kat, took out a thermos, and took a large gulp. “Jesus Christ! Some warning woulda been nice!” he said wincing and handed it to Kat. “This is definitely yours.”  

Kat threw her head back and took a swig. The warmth of the whiskey hitting the back of her throat was a strange comfort she didn’t realize she missed so much. “I love you guys,” she said while taking another drink. “I really, really love you guys. Dibs on the Pringles.” Finally, the near constant presence in the back of her mind, the fear of being watched, lessened.

“So, what happened to you guys, exactly?” Robin inquired.

“Oh, you know, just minding our own business, waiting for you guys in the boathouse. We heard a car pull up and,” Kat paused to inhale some chips. “And surprise, it was the last person we wanted to see. Goddamn Jason, crowbar in hand, mind you. Eddie came up with the idea that we would row out into the lake to get away from them, but I was doing a shit job at hiding us. My head was fucking pounding. I could fucking hear Vecna, so that was new.”

“Wait, you heard him?” Max asked bewildered.

“Mhmm. Loud and… well, kinda distorted. But I heard him. I heard what he was saying directly to Patrick but then… Um, then he talked directly to me.”

“What’d he say?” Steve asked softly.

“Well, I sort of did one of those ‘I won’t let you get away with this!’ lines, but I don’t know, I yelled it into the water? Uh, then he said, again, how I should join him, because Patrick already did. Then he snapped, crackled, and popped and fell into the water. Like, it all went silent in my head after that, but I was beyond pissed.”

“Like, pissed enough that she levitated me back into the boat,” Eddie chimed in.

“Yeah, in front of Jason. So I’m sure he thinks I’m the devil incarnate and there’ll definitely be the pitchfork people out in full force tonight.”

“You left out the best part,” Eddie said smugly.

“Is it really necessary in the recap?” Kat asked.

“Now you gotta tell us. Spill!” Robin encouraged.

“Maybe… Sort of… I…” Kat spluttered at first before she talked so fast, if the group wasn’t so accustomed to Robin’s rants, they never would have understood her. “He said I killed Chrissy, so I maybe put him in a little chokehold and he asked if I was gonna kill him and I was all like ‘Not if you let me and Eddie go.’” She shrugged sheepishly. Steve took one hand off his hip and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Eddie grabbed a water bottle. After taking a drink, continued the recount, “When we got to shore, I tried calling you guys, but, uh… my walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now, apparently.”

“Um, that we both do now? Not just you,” Kat clarified with her hand down a tube of Pringles.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he continued, “Well, we ran,” he chuckled sarcastically. 

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah, no, I… I know exactly what time it was,” Eddie answered as he started to take off his watch. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.” He threw his watch at Nancy who caught it.

“9:27,” she read.

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey,” Robin realized.

“Which means what, exactly?” Steve asked, his arms now crossed over his chest.

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick,” Nancy explained. 

“Okay, yeah, care to explain now why you guys didn’t show up yesterday? Like, what took all day? And why’d your flashlights go kablooey?” Kat demanded, her brows furrowed now that she was out of the loop.

“We went to the Creel house and when we were there, the lights took us upstairs to the attic and then all of our flashlights got, like, ten times brighter and then,” Robin imitated them blowing up with her hands. “So, we’re one step closer now that we know how Vecna attacks.”

Nancy threw Eddie’s watch back to him. Dustin wouldn’t stop staring at his compass and pacing around. 

“And where he attacks from,” Lucas added.

“So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the Upside Down and drive a stake through his heart,” Max suggested.

“Great. Awesome. Just the one place I’ve been dying to go to!” Kat said sneeringly.

“If he even has a heart,” Robin pondered.

“A stake? Is he like a vamp? Is he a vampire?” Steve asked, still as confused as ever.

“It was a metaphor,” Max said.

“A bullet should work on him, right?” Eddie offered.

“I say we chop his head off,” Lucas proposed.

“Yeah, I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that until we find a way into the Upside Down,” Nancy pointed out.

“We need El to get her powers back,” Max sighed.

Steve turned to Eddie and explained, “Everything was, like, way easier. We had this girl. She had superpowers.”

“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her. There’s also one right next to me,” Eddie said, using his thumb to point at Kat while he had a concerned look on his face as he watched Dustin pace back and forth.

“Oh, hey guys! You know, I’m just the one who helped El send Vecna into an alternate dimension and is sort of one of the ones to blame for all of this?” Kat said warily as she raised her hand to get everyone’s attention. Then almost everyone from the group looked at her.

“Kat can make a door! We can go to the Creel house and finish him right then and there!” Lucas said excitedly.

“Sounds great in theory, but I’m not using up all that energy. I’d have nothing left in the tank in case Vecna was waiting for me or something. Very well could be a trap he’s setting. Clearly he wants me over there, for whatever reason. Honestly, it wasn’t even until I got so angry last night did I even feel my powers were close to what they were back when I was in the lab.”

“So let’s find another way in… Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed? Is he?” Eddie asked, eyes still following Dustin.

“Cursed? No, no, no. He’s fine. Mental? Absolutely,” Steve reassured.

“BOOM!” Dustin suddenly shouted. Everyone jumped as they turned around to see the cause of his sudden outburst. He had whirled around and pointed angrily at Steve. “Bada… bada… boom. I was right. Skull Rock was north!”

Steve just rolled his eyes. “Seriously? You’re serious?!”

“Mhmm,” Dustin murmured.

“This is Skull Rock, okay?!”

“Mhm!” Dustin hummed again, nodding excitedly.

“You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now!” Steve shrieked.

“Yes,” Dustin leaned in and agreed. “And no.”

Steve rolled his eyes yet again. “Oh my god,” he muttered as he put his hands on his face. 

“This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheeler’s. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly, but it started to slip the further east we went. Now, it’s way off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was.”

“So– so you’re using faulty equipment. Dude, you’re still wrong,” Steve argued. 

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, do you remember what can affect a compass?”

“An electromagnetic field,” Lucas realized.

“Yep!” Dustin said triumphantly.

“I’m sorry, I must have skipped that class?” Robin interjected.

“In the presence of a stronger magnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either, there’s a super big magnet around here, or…” Dustin explained.

“There’s a gate,” Lucas finished. Dustin pointed to him, smiling that someone was finally catching on to what he had just discovered.

“But we’re nowhere near the lab,” Nancy countered.

“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate somewhere? A gate that we don’t know about,” Dustin concluded. “It’d have to be smaller, way less powerful.”

“Snack size gate,” Robin added.

“How? Why?” Steve asked.

“No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like this, it was a gate. And I hope it is, because then we’d have a way to Vecna that doesn’t involve draining Kat, and a shot at freeing Max from this curse,” Dustin explained further.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kat spoke up. “Vecna wants out of the Upside Down. He used El before, right? To open up a gate? He’s only getting more powerful, that much I know. I can feel it.”

“Do you think he’s drawing power from you?” Dustin wondered.

“He might be. Those headaches before rendered me useless. Well, between that and the fear… Look, he’s saying that Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick all joined him right? Why is he getting people to join him? Join him for what? And why does he want me, too?”

“Because you have power,” Eddie said quietly.

“Bingo. I have power and he’s either siphoning it. Or using it. Or wants to use me to get to whatever his end game is.”

“You put him there, maybe he wants you to get him out,” Max mused.

“He’s not the type to ask for help,” Kat shook her head in disagreement. “He either takes or finds a way to get what he wants. There’s more to this.”

With that, Dustin nodded and turned to set off down the path that led away from Skull Rock.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie and Kat are still Hawkin’s most wanted. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods!” scolded Steve.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving Eddie, Kat, and Max,” Dustin said, shaking the compass in his fist. “What say you, Eddie the Banished and Kat the Magnificent?”

“I say you’re asking us to follow you into Mordor which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea,” Eddie said as he weighed his options. Steve nodded along in agreement of this seemingly last resort, ‘What could possibly go wrong?’ idea.

“A really bad idea,” echoed Kat. 

“But, uh, the Shire… The Shire is burning,” Eddie pondered. Dustin started to jump up and down, hopping in place.

Eddie slapped his thighs as he stood up. He turned to Kat and held his hand out, giving her a nod, which she returned as she gripped his hand as he helped her to stand. Together, they faced the group. Kat held out her hands. “So Mordor it is,” she said as her and Eddie walked past the group to follow Dustin.

“What is Mordor?” Steve mumbled to himself, ever confused.

“Have you ever read a book, Steve?” Kat called out behind her. 

Eddie trotted past her and back to where they were just sitting and grabbed the water bottle and walkie he had placed on the ground.

“Get your stuff, dude. Let’s go,” Steve waved in front of him. Eddie almost slipped on the slight decline down as he hurried to return to his spot next to Kat.

“Besides, if we do come across any hikers, I’ll take care of them,” Kat reminded the group, but directed her words at Steve.

“No! Kat, you can’t just choke a random passerby,” Steve warned.

“Ugh,” Kat scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “No, Mr. Mom. I meant that I can make it so they won’t see us!”

“Oh, right, yeah,” Steve muttered as his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment for assuming Kat would go on the attack.

The group trekked on, splitting off into pairs. Dustin led the way, guided by his crazy compass, and was more than thrilled that Eddie wanted to learn about what he was doing. Robin hadn’t bothered Steve for a while, so she was talking his ear off. He welcomed the distraction. Of course Lucas and Max were together talking about anything and everything. 

So that left Kat walking near Nancy. She thought Nancy was incredibly kind, but really didn’t know much about her. Ever the journalist, she was dying to pick Kat’s brain about what she remembered from the lab, growing up with her powers, and even how she got away from it all. Unbeknownst to Kat, Nancy was a bit intimidated by her “tough girl” demeanor.

“So, uh, Kat…What did you mean when you said you know Vecna?” Nancy asked, testing the waters with a question that Kat sort of elaborated on when they first found out she was like El.

“Well, I guess we have time for the long version, huh?” Kat laughed. “So Dr. Brenner– Do you know who–”

“Yeah, he was the main doctor there.”

“Right. He knew how unstable 001 was. I mean he was the first, so it’s not like he needed to be trained like we did. In order to keep 001 under his thumb, he made him into an orderly. He saw they paid attention to 011, so he did the same. The other kids there, they all wanted ‘Papa’s’ attention and since 011 had it, they made her a target. I kept my eye on her. She was always so scared all the time. She was numbered right after me, but she’d been a lab rat since birth. I was dumped there right before she was old enough to start training. 

“Anyway, there was this one time she was trying to force this puck into a numbered slot. I was sitting behind her at a table fiddling with magnets or some shit, but I heard the orderly come over and start talking to her. I mean, obviously I had to listen in. That’s when he revealed to her who he actually was and how Brenner lied out his ass to keep us all in line. Of course Brenner waltzed in the room and said it was time for another lesson. I scurried behind El to line up, but I looked 001 in the eye. Actually I stared him down. I know the look on my face said that I knew his secret too now. Let me tell you. That was the exact moment I knew that he was planning something. Something awful. And he was gonna use 011 to get done what he needed. My stomach dropped. I felt a chill go up my spine, just by looking into his eyes. 

“It all started to make sense. Granted I was only, like, maybe twelve at the time, but still. I hated– No, I loathed that place. Absolutely loathed it. I learned to be on my best behavior, because they liked to use ‘electroshock therapy’ on those who acted out. After the first couple of times they weren’t happy with me, yeah, I didn’t let them hurt me again. They did it to 001 since they knew it was him who told 011 to use an angry memory to channel her powers. I mean I also used that technique and that was how I actually tied with 011 in this one test we did,” Kat revealed.

“Wow… so you already knew he was… evil?” Nancy inquired.

“I didn’t really know for sure, but I felt it, absolutely.”

“What did he want with El? What was his masterplan?”

“To escape the lab. He taught us how. He saddled up to me once he figured out I was always listening to their conversations. There was this whole elaborate plan. He promised us freedom, but that’s not… it wasn’t exactly true. He claims he wanted to save the world from its suffering and we were vital to that plan. He couldn’t do it alone, blah, blah, blah. He ended up going psycho on 011. I was in a one-on-one lesson, so I don’t know exactly what happened, but he ended up massacring almost everyone in the lab. 011 and I were the only ones left standing. Besides Brenner, of course. That indestructible bastard,” Kat grumbled. 

“Massacred?” Nancy repeated.

“Mhm. He killed all the other children. Said how they were in here,” she tapped her temple. “They could live forever, free of suffering or some shit. I hid myself from him. That’s how I survived. So I overheard half of his monologue he gave to 011 to try and fully get her to join him. It was like… he killed everyone to… To not only absorb their essence, but their power, and probably their pain.”

“And you knew it was him from your dreams?”

“Yup. Seeing him transformed… into whatever he is now… I couldn’t believe it. I don’t… His power has grown, exponentially. Let’s just say that. Nancy, if I’m totally straight with you…” Kat’s voice dropped down to a whisper, not wanting the others to hear her. “I’m scared. I’m really fucking scared,” she confessed.

Nancy gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re not alone anymore. You have us to help you.”

“I appreciate that, but… there’s only so much you guys can do. You're not the one who’s gonna go face to face with whatever he is. I just… I dunno if I’m strong enough,” Kat admitted.

“You are, though. Especially when it comes to the people you love,” she nodded her head towards Eddie who was dramatically narrating their current quest, using a stick as a sword. Kat looked down at the ground and smiled. “We’ll get through this,” Nancy added.

“And when we do, are you gonna take Steve back?” 

“Huh? Wh-what?” Nancy stuttered, almost stopping dead in her tracks.

“Oh, please. Don’t play dumb with me, Wheeler. The tension is thick. It’s palpable. Anyone with a half brain can see there’s something up with you guys.”

“But how did you… You’ve barely been around us?”

“First, you kept stealing glances at him when I was talking and second, the first thing you did after I said that was question how I knew. I thought you had a boyfr–”

“I do! I’m with Jonathan.”

Kat leaned in close to her and whispered, “I don’t think you’re supposed to look and sound disappointed when you mention your boyfriend.”

“No it’s not that…”

“It’s just…?”

“He was supposed to be here, but bailed at the last second for… Well, I don’t even know why exactly.”

“So are you pulling away, because he is, maybe?”

“I– No. I mean–”

“Look, from my experience, distance shows who really cares about you. At the very least, there’s something unresolved there. It’s not like you gotta choose. Just do what makes you happy. Maybe that’s what you need to figure out first,” Kat shrugged.

“Yeah, maybe…” Nancy muttered to herself as Kat grabbed a decent sized stick and challenged Eddie to a duel.

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[crispyflowerblaze]

been listening to the album You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce (albeit, skipping Photographs and Memories almost every time and sometimes skipping some others, but not as much lately) so much lately so i wanted to just list thoughts about every song

You Don't Mess Around With Jim - honestly such a freaking bop, just gets better every time I listen to it. one of many songs where there's a lot where i genuinely don't know the words and my singing is just mumbling and very vaguely getting the sounds and stuff, but honestly, i love to be blissfully ignorant about lyrics and just sing nonsense. every time i learn lyrics where before i just sang nonsense, a little bit of my innocence dies. anyway

Tomorrow's Gonna Be a Brighter Day - love this one, not going into details about him but sometimes this song reminds me a little of my boyfriend, and yeah i just love this one, i always get so into, love "reach into heaven and pull you down a star" ahhh

New York's Not My Home - not the most exciting song, but gosh i appreciate it so much. i feel like everyone loves New York City (that's a humongous generalization obviously) but i am just so not a city person and i love this song that's just like yeah New York City is really weird and not very good, also i like the part about learning a lot of lessons but they weren't the nice kind, like yeah sometimes you learn a lesson but you wish you didn't have to go through that, so yeah it's not like i absolutely love how it sounds or think it's amazing lyrics but i love what it stands for

Hard Time Losin' Man - such a bop omg, yeah i really love this one, the "i hit a bump" lyric always makes me laugh, i love the oregano lyric, and yeah it's just a bop! another one where i'm just singing nonsense for a lot of it and yeah ditto to what i said earlier about that, i do not need to know the lyrics

Photographs and Memories - yeah i've listened to this one way less than the others cus whenever i do listen to it i'm just kinda bored. my personal opinion obviously, not saying it's a boring song

Walkin' Back to Georgia - another one i skip sometimes, but i definitely like it. i like how all of the "the girl who said you love me" or whatever it is sound, the way i worded that was so clumsy but whatever, and yeah it's definitely nice

Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels) - for the longest time this was the only song i knew from this album, and yeah i'm so obsessed with it, like of course whenever i listen to it i think like yeah this is just like customer service interactions when the customer is trying to tell me their life story and being so annoying lol, but i don't care, i just absolutely adore this song

Time in a Bottle - another one i sometimes skip, i think it's like i'm not in love with the lyrics or the way it sounds but it makes me think of my boyfriend lol, cus yes i really do want to save every day till eternity passes just to spend it with him, yes relatable

Rapid Roy (That Stock Car Boy) - man i love this one, another freaking bop and possibly the biggest bop on the album? but don't hold me to that. what's so funny is that at first whenever i listened to it, like earlier this summer, every lyrics besides that whole part that repeats just went completely over my head and i genuinely thought this song was just that part and then that part again and i was like yeah it's catchy but too repetitive, so i don't know what was going on there, but yeah this song is so freaking catchy and such a bop, the thing about a tattoo that says baby and another one that just says hey is so fucking funny to me lol, but yeah i'm thinking maybe it is the biggest bop on the album (?)

Box #10 - another one i love, i don't really know what it is about it that i love but it's just really nice, hmm i somehow don't have any more thoughts on it

A Long Time Ago - one i used to skip before i was really familiar with it but that i don't anymore, yeah it's a nice song, i like the thing with like in the gold of morning there was nothing that i had not seen in your eyes, or whatever it was, cus like yeah for real

Hey Tomorrow - ahh i love this one so much, the first chords just strike such a specific feeling in me, so specific i can't describe it of course lmao. but yeah it's just so great

hmm let's try to rank them??

1) operator (that's not the way it feels)

2) you don't mess around with jim

3) rapid roy (that stock car boy)

4) tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day

5) hey tomorrow

6) hard time losin' man

7) box #10

8) new york's not my home

9) a long time ago

10) time in a bottle

11) walkin' back to georgia

12) photographs and memories

explanations:

nothing could go above operator, it's just too great, and the next four were pretty hard but i do love a bop, and i just felt like i enjoy you don't mess around with jim slightly more than rapid roy and same with tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day and hey tomorrow, then i love hard time losin' man and box #10 but they're just a little bit lower, and new york's not my home is next because of what it means to me, and then time in a bottle makes me have mushy feelings but i just had to put a long time ago above cus otherwise i'm kinda eh on time in a bottle, and then walkin' back to georgia is the one i'm most eh on besides photographs and memories

and just because i can't resist i want to mention other Jim Croce songs i've been listening to, which are just my faves, cus both other albums (well there was one before this one but i haven't listened to it, he looks so different on the cover and i think that's the main reason way lmao, i'm just like he doesn't look the same so it won't be as good lmao) didn't have enough ones i really liked to make me listen to all of it

I Got a Name - holy shit i love this song, it just feels so profound and just gets me deep in my soul, gosh i love it, i love that it mentions a whippoorwill, i just love it so much oh man

Workin' at the Car Wash Blues - ahh i love this one so much too, like the titular lyric is just so damn catchy, how did he make like the literal best melody in the world, i don't understand, points taken off for the gross lyric about the secretary but i just can't help adoring this song

One Less Set of Footsteps - i am literally obsessed with this song, oh man it's so good, just the part where there's like harmonies along with what he's singing or whatever that's called, like it just feels so full, ahh it's such an amazing song

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - before discovering operator this was the only Jim Croce song i knew, and holy shit if you can only know one of his songs it should be this, i would die for this song, i love it so so so much, i'm still mad at that post i saw on here a while ago where it was a poll for this versus you don't mess around with jim, and that song won, and you saw that i love that song, i put it at #2 up there, but when i tell you that this song absolutely eviscerates that song, it absolutely eviscerates it. i could say maybe nostalgia is part of that, and obviously yes to some extent, but i truly believe this is his best song and one of the best songs ever, i just can't help but bounce in place when i hear the opening chords, i'm obsessed with it, it's so amazing

so let's try to do my top ten Jim Croce songs overall??

1) bad, bad leroy brown

2) one less set of footsteps

3) i got a name

4) operator (that's not the way it feels)

5) workin' at the car wash blues

6) you don't mess around with jim

7) rapid roy (that stock car boy)

8) tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day

9) hey tomorrow

10) hard time losin' man

was conflicted with operator vs car wash honestly, cus i mean the fact that i listen to operator and just can't not think about how i'd be annoyed at a customer like this (not like my job is anything like being an operator lmao) does mean that i'm not like so absolutely all-encompassingly obsessed with it as i used to be lol

but yeah, basically the takeaway from this post is that if bad, bad leroy brown has 100 fans i'm one of them. if bad, bad leroy brown has 10 fans then i'm one of them. if bad, bad leroy brown has 1 fan then i'm that fan. if bad, bad leroy brown has no fans then i am no longer on this earth. if the world is against bad, bad leroy brown then i am against the world

(i've never seen the original source of that meme so did i do it correctly? i don't know and i'm content with that. this is my point from earlier about blissful ignorance)

[bystreetlight]

Here we go again!

1. What did you do in 2022 that you hadn’t done before? Lived in a house that I owned, bought a car…I genuinely can’t think of anything else.

2. Did anyone close to you give birth? Not this year.

3. Did anyone close to you die? Thankfully, no.

4. Did you travel? Where did you go? Best holiday memory? Hahahaha! Travel?! Holidays!? What are those? The only time I left Melbourne this year was to go to Mildura in March for my nephews’ birthdays. It was lovely but my god I’d kill a man for an actual holiday in the near future.

5. Best thing you bought? A Ring doorbell. And our new couch.

6. Where did most of your money go? To the bank to cover the neverending interest rate increases! Yay!!!!!!!

7. What do you wish you had done more of? Reading books? I really gave up on reading in the second half of this year which makes me sad 😥

8. What do you wish you had done less of? Thinking about money and worrying about the cost of living.

9. What kept you sane? Probably listmaking, as in many previous years of my life hahahah.

10. What drove you mad? The fucking awful weather. I feel like it rained for about 95% of the year and it really sucked my will to live.

11. What made you celebrate? When Novak Djokovic got deported from Australia for being an anti-vaxxer/general dickhead, and then Rafa won the AO and it was the best tournament of all time. When the Queen died and we got an extra long weekend.

12. What made you sad? When our house got broken into, and all our jewellery and our car got stolen in October. I don’t think I will ever really get over it 😔. Also when Shane Warne died, for reasons that I still can’t quite explain.

13. How was your birthday this year and how old did you turn? I went into the office for the first time in months, but no one knew it was my birthday and I didn’t bother to tell anyone, so it was very lowkey! Went for lunch the weekend before and had a beautiful meal at Riso Diner (RIP!!!). I turned 38.

14. What political issue stirred you the most this year? SAVE THE PRESTON MARKET. And when SloMo got the boot in May.

15. Were you in love in 2022? Always!

16. What would you like to have in 2023 that you didn’t have this year? A HOLIDAY PLEASE DEAR GOD LET ME HAVE A FEW DAYS OFF WORK TO GO ON A PLANE SOMEWHERE AND HAVE A NICE TIME.

17. What date(s) from 2022 will be etched in your memory and why? 18 October, when we got burgled 😭

18. What song will remind you of 2022? Anything from the Lizzo album, which I listened to excessively. And Miles From Nowhere because #ofmd.

19. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I did!!!! FINALLY made a will after having it on my to do list for about 4 years!! Next year…I want to look after myself a bit more. Two years of lockdowns and overindulging because there was nothing else to do has left me with some bad habits.

20. Did you suffer illness or injury? I was so stressed earlier in the year from moving house and changing jobs and a repeated water leak situation at home that a chunk of my hair fell out and I had a bald spot for several months hahaha!!!! Great times! Then I had COVID in July which FUCKED. ME. UP. I had surgery in September which also fucked me up, but it was elective, and has improved my quality of life considerably so I don’t know if that counts.

21. Compared to this time last year, are you: i. happier or sadder? I wouldn’t say I’m sadder but my anxiety has definitely gotten worse this year so I want to work on that for next year! ii. thinner or fatter? Fatter probably, given that I stopped exercising in July when I got COVID and then didn’t start again 🙈. iii. richer or poorer? Ugh, richer on paper maybe, but I feel very poor every time I look at my mortgage account hahahah.

22. How will you be spending Christmas? Christmas Day at my inlaws for lunch, which should be lovely. And then a few days off to chill out and try to relax after a fairly intense year.

24. What was your favourite TV program? Our Flag Means Death, The Bear, the final season of Atlanta, What We Do in the Shadows, Reservation Dogs, the final season of Derry Girls…it was a very good year of TV.

25. What was the best book you read? Devotion by Hannah Kent DESTROYED me. And against my better judgement I read and enjoyed Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney. I have also been attempting to read To Paradise but the fact that it’s taken me 6 months and I’m only halfway through says it all really.

26. What was your greatest musical discovery? Orville Peck.

27. What did you want and get? A new couch, some beautiful custom cabinets, a great new job for next year.

28. What did you want and not get? Time off/away.

29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022? It was a bit all over the shop this year, but the most important thing I learned is that any shoe can be a work shoe if you’re wearing it to work.

30. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Jeremy Allen White, Ayo Edebiri, Taika Waititi (sorry), Bad Bunny (again).

31. Biggest achievement this year? I started out the year feeling sad about having to leave my last job but I ended up smashing it on the career front this year! Worked on an amazing project for most of the year and then was offered a role I’ve always wanted to do as soon as the project started wrapping up 💪🏼💪🏼

32. Biggest disappointment this year? When some of the gardenias we planted in the front yard died. And when Chan vs Chan (the most amazing local restaurant) closed down.

33. What is the one thing that would have made you more satisfied? If a pilates studio had opened within walking distance of my house.

34. Best new person you met this year? Our lawn mowing man 😂

35. A valuable life lesson you learnt this year? See question 29.

[deceasedream69]

Jealousy

Summary: you've been a member of the hellfire club for a while, but they just discover your passion with the drums, pulling you closer to one of the members, making Eddie insecure.

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- "yeah, and the part where it goes faster but then it suddeny switches makes me want to die! I never get it right"

- "cause you're trying with a hard song, right now you've only been playing for a few months, give it a little time. I can give you a list of the songs I learned first"

- "sure, thanks", we sat next to each other. I made sure to have Eddie at the other side of me.

- "hello, love", I said kissing his forehead before going back to my conversation.

Gareth started to search in my backpack for something.

- "here, you're too tense when you're grabbing the drumsticks", he placed them in my hands. "You're supposed to relax and let the drumstick hit and come back and just find its way alone, bouncing a few times". His hand on top of mine while he practiced on a pad he had specially for practice.

His hands were soft, which is the opposite of what I was expecting.

- "oh, I get it now. You're right, I thought it was about grabbing it real hard, mostly because they're always falling off my hands", i laughed and he did too.

Eddie cleared his throat.

- "yeah, well, tonight's game isn't going to be easy, so I hope you are ready and I wish you luck", he said getting up and walking away.

I was confused. Maybe he had some deal to attend. I shrugged it off and continued eating and talking with Gareth.

_

- "hey, eds. Hi", i said walking next to him.

- "hi", he said dryly.

- "are you okay? Did the deal went wrong?"

- "deal?"

- "I thought you had a deal and that's why you left early during lunch..."

- "oh, no", he said walking faster.

- "why are you acting like this?"

- "like what?"

- "like you're avoiding me"

- "i am not, I have class", he said getting in a random classroom that I knew wasn't his next class.

- "shit", i whispered walking to my next class.

_

The class was long, but somehow interesting. I just wanted to get this over with so I could go and talk to my boyfriend and fix whatever the fuck was going on.

The bell ringed and I jumped out of my seat, immediately looking for Eddie in the halls.

I saw his wild hair moving at the other end of the hall and I started to run before he got the chance to hide from me.

- "Eddie", I grabbed his arm softly. "Hi", I smiled.

- "hi", he said awkward.

- "did I do something wrong? What's up with you today?"

- "what? No, no, not at all. I just... Have class", he said walking fast again.

- "no, tell me now, what happened?", I grabbed his arm again.

- "nothing, y/n, nothing, what do you think happened?"

- "fine...", I said defeated. I was going to wait until we were out of school so we could talk calmly about this.

I turned and started to walk to my next classroom.

*third person*

Eddie stood there for a few seconds. What if he was wrong? Was he hurting y/n? He didn't want to do that but...

*y/n's pov*

School was finally over. I tried to search for Eddie, he promised me the day before he was going to give me a ride to his house today, so we could hang out. But his van was no longer where he always parked it.

- "fuck", I said trying to keep calmed. Did I do something? What the hell was going on?

I decided to just walk to my house.

- "hey!"

I turned around.

- "oh, hey", I said smiling weakly.

- "what happened?"

- "what do you mean?"

- "you seem... Off. Are you okay?"

- "yeah, but... I don't think I can practice today"

- "oh, don't worry, are you feeling sick?"

- "no... Just, relationship stuff", I said laughing.

- "oh... Sorry about that, here's the list of songs I told you about earlier"

I grabbed the paper. I opened it and look at the songs. That's when I noticed all the titles together made a sort of... Poem, a love poem.

- "I... I think I'll try to practice this. But I don't know any, but I'll give them a try", I said awkwardly, trying to act like I didn't noticed.

- "you should... Listen to them in that order too. It's better", he said putting his hand behind his neck.

- "yeah, thanks, but I gotta go see my boyfriend, bye", I said walking faster, putting emphasis in the "boyfriend" part.

_

- "hello!", I said knocking the metal door. "Are you there?". No response. I turned to look around. "I saw your head moving through the window", I said annoyed.

- "I'm not here"

I laughed.

- "just open the door"

He opened the door but wouldn't let me in. I got really nervous, what if he didn't love me anymore, what if this were my last moments as Eddie's girlfriend.

I looked at him in the eyes.

- "can I come in?"

- "we can talk here"

I could feel my stomach dropping, my throat burning and a few tears forming in my eyes

- "please?", I said looking at his shirt.

He sighed and moved so I could come in. I couldn't hold it any longer, the tears in my eyes started to scape. I bit my lip, luckily my back was to Eddie so he didn't noticed.

There was a long silence. Until I sniffed.

- "hey, y/n...", He grabbed my shoulders and turned me. "Hey... Don't cry, what happened?", He said sweetly.

- "why are you...", *Sniff* "why are you ignoring me...?" I couldn't look at his eyes.

He seemed indecisive about what to say. Trying to structure the words in his brain.

- "I...", He took his hands off my shoulders.

- "you don't love me anymore... Right?", More tears falling from my eyes. "It's ok...", I said sobbing. Walking to the door

- "No. No, no, no", he said stopping me. "It's not that... I just... Look, if you'd rather be with Gareth I'll totally understand, he's cute and plays the drums and-", he started to ramble.

- "what?!", I said confused.

- "i just...", He cleared his throat again. - "I..."

- "what...", I found it hard to breathe, so I walked to the couch and plopped on it. Putting my hands on my face trying to assimilate what was going on.

He sat next to me, quietly.

I hugged him, putting my arms around his shoulders. Then I got on top of him, sitting on his lap, putting my head on his shoulder. Tears still falling from my eyes to his hellfire shirt.

- "how can you even think something like that?"

- "you two seemed so happy together, talking in the cafeteria", I could feel a few tears fall on my shirt. And then he sniffed.

I laughed.

- "you dingus", I said breaking the hug to look at him. "I literally said "hello, LOVE", and gave you a kiss", I smiled. "Just like this", i said moving his bangs to place another soft and slow kiss on his forehead. He laughed, pulling me from my waist.

I hugged him tight.

- "why did you think... That...?"

- "why would you...", He breathed out. "Why would you... Date me...? You know, the mayor freak, who sells drugs and is failing. Instead of the cute little guy who plays the drums and who's only flaw is to be an outcast"

I cupped his face and kissed each onw of his cheeks, his nose, his chin and finally his lips.

- "don't be so hard on yourself, love. You're amazing, and I love you. And honestly...", I said getting a paper from my pocket. "Gareth just gave me this", I said handing him the paper. He quickly noticed the poem too, turning to look at me.

I hugged him again.

- "I told him that I really needed to see my BOYFRIEND and ran", I said laughing. He laughed too.

- "that mother fucker's really flirting with the master's girlfriend? Bold of him"

- "do you feel better?"

He kissed the top of my head.

- "yes", he said hugging my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Thanks, and I'm so so sorry"

- "don't be. Just keep in mind that I love you, and only you", I said hugging tighter.

- "and I love you", he said hugging me tighter too.

- "not more than I do", I said hugging even tighter.

- "are you sure?", He hugged me even tighter.

- "ok, ok, you win", I said trying to breathe. He laughed and let go.

- "of course I do", he said kissing me.

- "sike, I love you more", I said jumping off of him so he wouldn't crash my organs again. He laughed and started to chase me around playfully.

The end.

[storiesforallfandoms]

stuck with you ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2102

request?: yes!

“Ooh how about an enemies to lovers fic where Colson and the reader get stuck in an elevator together please”

description: it’s hard to keep up a petty beef when you’re stuck in an elevator with your supposed sworn enemy

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, claustrophobia, panic attack

masterlist (one, two)

I don’t even know how the fight between Colson and I ever started, but I knew it was extremely prevalent even though we were forced to go on tour together.

The first big gig my band and I had ever gotten was to go on a massive tour with a bunch of other popular and legendary alt rock acts. It was sort of like Warped Tour, but under a different name. We were touring with the likes of All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, etc. We were relatively unknown, so to be given this opportunity was such a big deal for all of us.

My feud with Colson had started before that. Again, I have no idea how it started. I don’t know Colson even knew. All we knew was that we hated one another, or rather we thought that we did. So when the full line up for the tour was announced, and none other than Machine Gun Kelly was on the list, I instantly regretted my decision.

“You won’t even be in contact with him,” my drummer told me after we found out the lineup. “It’s a massive tour, we have our own bus, and the likeliness that you’ll run into him in the hotel or even backstage is so small.”

“You also need to get over this stupid fight,” my bassist added. “You guys barley know one another, how can you be in a feud?”

“That’s the thing, he barley knows me and he’s ragged on me in interviews. Do you realize how much that could effect the reputation of the band?”

“You won’t even run into him,” my drummer repeated. “Just remember that.”

Well, I wish he was right, because I happened to run into Colson on our first night.

The four of us were staying in one hotel room, and in true fashion of a band on their first big tour, we bought enough alcohol to make sure we wouldn’t remember anything the next morning. I offered to go grab ice from the floor above us so we could keep everything cold, and decided taking the elevator was the best idea. The minute the doors opened, I wished I had taken the stairs.

Colson raised an eyebrow at me, glancing down at the ice bucket in my hand.

“I didn’t realize the house keeping went to get ice for the rooms,” he said.

“That wasn’t even clever. You’re starting to fall off Colson,” I said. “I’ll just take the stairs.”

“The floor is literally just one up, it won’t kill us to be in an elevator together for five seconds.”

I glared at him as I realized he was right. I let out an exaggerated sigh and stepped into the elevator, making sure to put a lot of distance between the two of us. Colson hit the button for the next floor up and the elevator doors closed.

It didn’t move.

I looked over at Colson in confusion, wondering if he was also feeling what I was. The look on his face mirrored mine, which was enough to answer my question.

He hit the floor button again, although it was already lit up. Nothing happened. He hit it again, and again, then furiously started jabbing it repeatedly.

“Stop, that’s obviously not doing anything,” I said to him.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, see if the doors will open?”

He pressed the button to make the doors open, but again there was nothing. He started jabbing that one too, which resulted in me snapping at him to stop again. He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could the elevator jolted suddenly and a loud alarm rang out.

“Oh fuck,” Colson breathed. “Must be stuck.”

“Wait like...like we’re stuck in here?” I asked.

“That’s what stuck means, yes.”

I felt panic starting to rise in me. I dropped the ice bucket and started clawing at the doors, hoping to somehow pull them open. Colson put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away.

“Hey, that’s not gonna work!” he said. “For one, you’re literally the size of a toothpick, and two, if the elevator is stuck we can’t open the doors. We’ll just have to press the help button and wait for something to happen.”

My breathing became heavier and I started to hyperventilate. I pressed my back against the back of the elevator and slid down till I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly. I closed my eyes and tried to come down from my panic attack before it even started, but I knew it was no use. The feeling of the confined space in the elevator was baring down on me, I needed to get out of there somehow.

Colson knelt next to me and put a hand on my arm. I looked up at him but I was having a hard time focusing because of how violently I was shaking. Through my somewhat blurry vision though I could see a concerned look on his face.

“Hey,” he said, this time softer than before, “look at me. Are you claustrophobic?”

I felt like I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded instead. Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly turned back to the help button. He started jabbing at it the way he had the other buttons earlier. I was panicking too much to really care at this point. I felt like I was going to throw up, which made it lucky that the ice bucket was right next to me I guess.

“I don’t know if anyone can hear us,” Colson called, “but we’re fucking stuck in an elevator and one of us is having a panic attack! Someone get us the fuck out of here!”

I buried my head in my knees, trying to calm myself down. I tried to imagine that I wasn’t stuck in an elevator, that I was back in my hotel room with my bandmates. Unfortunately I was too far into my panic attack to calm myself down that way. My only hope was getting out of the elevator.

Colson came to sit next to me. I could feel his body close and, even though we were constantly fighting, there was just something comforting about knowing he was there with me. We sat in silence for a little bit, besides the sounds of my hyperventilating. I felt Colson’s arm move next to me, then a gentle tap on my arm. When I raised my head he was holding his phone out to me, showing me a picture of a young girl.

“That’s my daughter,” he told me. “Her name is Casie. She’s my entire world.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said, my voice very shaky.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her,” he said. “Whenever I’m having a bad mental health day, or I’m having an anxiety attack, I just think about the next time I’ll be able to see her and it helps me to calm down.”

“I didn’t even know you had a daughter,” I admitted.

“We don’t know a lot about each other.”

I nodded. “I know, I say that all the time.”

He smirked at me. “You talk about me, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. We hate each other, so naturally I have to talk shit about you all the time.”

His face softened then, which shocked me a little. I had never seen him look so...well...just nice. When I wasn’t looking at him through a haze of anger from our stupid feud, he really did look...handsome.

“I don’t hate you,” he said.

“What? Of course you do. You always say shit about me, you even mentioned me in one of your songs recently in a negative way.”

“Yeah, cause I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

And in that moment I realized that I really didn’t. My dislike towards Colson was purely under the idea that he hated me too. I thought that was the way I was supposed to feel towards him, not the way I actually felt.

“Wait,” I said, uncurling myself from the ball I was in. “Are you telling me we’ve been fighting and having this stupid feud...and we don’t even hate each other?”

Colson awkwardly chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what happened.”

I tried to laugh too, but the elevator suddenly jolted again, which immediately brought back my panicked state. Colson wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest, running his fingers through my hair and trying to calm me back down. Surprisingly, it worked at least a little bit.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” Colson admitted. When I looked up at him, even he seemed shocked by this. “I always thought you were beautiful and I wanted to get to meet you in person. But when all this fighting started, I tried to push those feelings aside and pretend like they never existed, but they’ve always been there. I think that’s why I’ve said some extra harsh things towards you, just to try and make myself believe that I really didn’t like you.”

The silence in the elevator was deafening. I pulled away from Colson to look up at him. He averted his gaze to his lap, refusing to look at me at all. I could see red creeping up his neck, embarrassment rising within him no doubt.

I had a brief moment of courage build within me, and I decided to act on it. I cupped Colson’s face in my hands and forced him to look up at me. Before I could lose my courage, I pressed my lips against his.

He hesitated at first, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, but it didn’t take him long to melt into the kiss. His hands found their way to my hips, holding them gently as our kiss became deeper and more passionate. With little effort, he lifted me from the floor onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair, curling my fingers into the stands at the back of his head and pulling slightly. The noise I earned from this was definitely a moan, although Colson was adamant that it wasn’t.

Before we could go much further, the elevator suddenly rattled back to life and started moving. When the doors opened again, I nearly sobbed with relief. The two of us quickly untangled from one another and stumbled out into the hallway. The air felt so fresh and my chest, which I hadn’t even realized was so tight, felt like it was opening again.

“Thank fuck,” I breathed. “I’m taking the fucking stairs.”

Colson chuckled. “Can I walk you down to your floor?”

“Aren’t you upstairs?”

“Yeah, like two floors above you I think. But I’d like to spend more time with you before we part ways.”

I smiled and agreed. We walked down the stairs together in silence, but it was a much more comfortable silence. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and neither could Colson.

He walked me all the way to my hotel room door. We faced each other for another moment, just smiling at one another. It felt weird to not be fighting with him in that moment, but a good weird.

“I should get up to my room I guess,” he finally said. “I have to be up pretty early tomorrow for soundcheck.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe...we could meet up there and continue what we started in the elevator.”

Somehow my smile got even bigger. “Okay, I’d like that.”

He nodded, his face bright with excitement. He said goodnight and headed back towards the stairs. I leaned against my hotel room door, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t carrying the ice bucket. I had definitely left it in the elevator, but there was no way in hell I was going back for it. I was prepared to explain the entire story to my bandmates, who I was sure had heard the last of mine and Colson’s conversation through the door. I was expecting so many questions about why I was gone so long, why they had heard Colson outside with me, and why I was smiling like such an idiot.

But instead, they looked at me for a moment and my drummer asked, “Where’s the ice?”

[nellie-elizabeth]

What We Do in the Shadows: Go Flip Yourself (4x08)

I mean... absolutely hilarious in every way.

Cons:

This episode was relatively light on Guillermo, and I kind of missed having the Guide around, but honestly I don't have much I can really complain about! Oh, I guess even though Young Colin Robinson isn't my favorite part of the show, it was a little odd that he wasn't around for this, considering that it seems like the kind of boring show he'd be into as much as Lazlo. No acknowledgment that he also lives in the house was kind of odd!

Pros:

I just... I don't even really know how to articulate the cleverness of how this episode was framed and scripted and edited. It immediately sent me back in time to being a kid and watching shows on TLC, remember TLC? My favorite was Clean Sweep. Obviously now all this kind of thing is on HGTV which I don't really watch much of, but I still recognize the trappings of the genre. The editing, the logos, the way they'd show a misleading preview clip from the next scene after the commercial break, the intro song with the attempt at being bad-ass, played over clips of comically small renovations and stock footage of demolitions, the style of the interview, the moment of decision where we cut back to earlier moments of the characters considering their changes, the big "reveal" and how obviously disappointed they all were, the post-credits scene they all film for the purpose of getting like $1,200... I could go on and on. It all felt like a spot-on parody of something I wouldn't have even said I knew much about to begin with.

And then we get our plot twist, that Bran is actually Simon the Devious, who has created the entirety of this TV show, gotten Lazlo hooked on it, all to gain access to their home in Staten Island and steal back the cursed hat. I'll admit that the final scene where all this is revealed was a little less funny to me than all the parody stuff that came before, but I also think it's what will make the episode stick in my head later, and cement itself as a hilarious half hour. The sheer lunacy of the plan really shines through when you remember that the hat these two have been fighting over is in fact cursed and makes everything immeasurably worse for whoever has it. Simon immediately flies into a wall in bat-form once he has it. I feel like Simon's whole plan really speaks to the nature of vampirism in this world, the way you have infinite time to make some truly weird decisions and just run with them for as long as you need to. The gag where he lists all of his crew, the various vampires we've met in the past, really worked for me, as did Simon's continued disdain for Staten Island.

As far as our core cast, I love how even when the episode is focusing on this larger meta gag, we still get to see our favorites playing out their familiar roles. Guillermo is attempting to be devious and get something that he wants out of the bargain, once it's clear the vampires won't be saying no to the renovation, but in typical sad sack fashion he doesn't actually get the renovated room of his dreams. Nadja gets over-excited and acts impulsively, actually killing the co-star of the show before things get started, and has to use her hypnotist powers to clear things up for the crew and the viewers at home.

Marwa gets a prize for being the smartest: since she now likes whatever Nandor likes, she is really excited about Nandor's new wish for a "man cave," which Nandor definitely thinks is a place where he gets to hang out and get fucked by his guy friends, which is hilarious and perfect... anyway, she gets the "man cave" all set up and then locks herself alone in there, because since Nandor wants time alone in this room, so does Marwa. Honestly, that wish is the gift that keeps on giving. What you've basically got now is a setup where Marwa and Nandor have the exact same desires, but Marwa is just... much smarter than Nandor, and therefore is going to get her way more and more as time goes by. Genius! I love it!

As is always the case when I'm trying to write about this show, I really could go on and on in praise of its comedy, but describing jokes is never as funny as experiencing them yourself. So I'll just leave by saying my favorite gags were: Vampire Elvis, always a classic, and Lazlo's delivery of the words "New York Citayyyyy."

Can't wait to meet Guillermo's special friend next week!

9/10

[monsterenergysimp]

Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

[harbouredsoulss]

Let’s Talk About Love - Part 1

Author’s note: It’s me again, writing about our lover Angel! I seriously need to put some Ez fics up but I cannot stop myself. I was listening to ‘All The Stars’ by Kendrick Lamar, and SZA when this came to me and I just knew it had to be about Angel. I was inspired more so the beginning of the song, rather than by the entire thing. Specifically, “Love, let's talk about love. Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you?” 

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Angel Reyes X [OC]

Warnings: Swearing 

Word count: 1.1k words.

Summary: The idea of love haunts Angel Reyes. He doesn’t know how to commit himself to it. So he sticks to what he knows and does what he does best and he uses  his best friend to do that. But the thing is, she’s madly in love with him and Angel being the most clueless man in the world, has no idea. 

There was always an elephant in the room and it was colossal, yet there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was dance around the fact that I was deeply in love with a man that did not feel the same. 

I often watched him, mainly from the corner of my eye, always longing to be his; owned by him, body and soul. 

He stood before me now, distress clearly evident on his face. Both hands clasped on either side of the door frame, eyes signalling that he wanted to come in. To relieve himself of whatever it was that was eating him up inside. 

Angel always came to me like this. I was the one he could come to for relief – release. Perhaps I allowed this to go on for too long. Letting him arrive with all those insecurities, those fears, and let him dump them at my doorstep. But I knew, as well as he did that, I would never stop him. 

My heart was close to bursting at the seams with the amount of love I carried for this man. I want to continue to take this, and accept it as enough. I was desperate to. Yet I don’t think I could last realistically, for much longer. 

“Angel.” I answered the door, voice breathless. My confidence waned, resolve breaking as I glimpsed his crumpled face looking at the ground, eyes refusing to meet mine. 

Angel was selfish. He knew this, and he hated that about himself. Hated that he found himself at my doorstep every night, seeking solace the only way he knew how. 

“Can I come inside?”

All it took was a brief nod and he was in, a faint smell of gasoline, mixed with a faint musk that I knew was my favourite aftershave of his. After shutting the door, I turned to face him, finding his gaze still avoiding mine. 

“Do you want something to drink? Eat?” I offered, already knowing the answer. 

“No. Thanks. I just came here to… to talk.”

Talk? That was a surprise. It seemed these past couple months, to me, Angel didn’t know what that was. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter chuckle. Talk! Angel Reyes wanted to talk.

“Okay,” I sighed, arms crossing my chest, “go ahead.”

His gaze finally met mine, widening slightly as they took in my appearance. I was partially clothed. My panties were on, covered by a large oversized hoodie – his hoodie, that ended just above my knees. 

“I-I’m not good with this shit but I-I just wanted you to know that I see it.” An unfamiliar feeling coursed through my body. I couldn’t tell where this was going. See it? See what?  

“I see what I do to you. What this,” he gestured between the two of us, “does to you.”

“I come over, every night without fail and you let me inside, to your home – your body. But I can’t do this. I can’t hurt you like this anymore. I see it querida, I see your face when I leave. I want you, so fucking much – always but not like this.”

Confusion, shock, and frustration were some of the feelings that bubbled inside. I couldn’t understand where this was coming from. I agreed with everything he said, but I couldn’t quite help but let the anger rise. I was Angry that he was the one making this decision. That he thought he was doing it for me, when it was obvious that what I felt - how I felt, was not what this was about. 

“Angel, where is this coming from?” I couldn’t help but keep the exasperated tone out of my voice. This man was infuriating.

“Me. I have eyes; I can see you. You’re fucking miserable and it’s all because of me.”

Shaking my head, I had to bite back a laugh. What a sick and twisted joke this was. Here the love of my life stands before me, ripping me in two. When not too long ago I was considering doing the same thing. Ending us, albeit begrudgingly.

All the while he is thinking that he’s helping. Giving me whatever it is he thinks I desire. At least, that’s what he’s deluded himself into thinking. 

“Angel,” I started, frustration close to boiling point, “maybe instead of assuming, maybe having a conversation would have been productive. Work out what I am feeling. Actually asking me! Instead, you just decided you knew.” I threw my head back groaning, gripping the roots of my hair. I was seething with the audacity of this man. The man I am so desperately in love with. 

“Angel,” I started again, voice cracking as I tried my hardest not to cry. I could not cry, “I am so fucking in love with you it hurts. That’s what you see when you leave every night. You see shame. Shame of what I feel because I know you don’t feel the same. I want you just as badly, but our wants are two different things. You want my body. I want your body and soul.”

I couldn’t say any more. I had to stop. It pained me too much to continue. But I had to. I had to let it pour out.

“I just wish that maybe we could have had some kind of conversation. But you always jump onto something, whether it be a thing or a thought and you don’t think to consider anything else. If you thought you were hurting me, why did you continue? Why did you keep coming by if you knew what this was doing to me? Why not speak to me earlier?

He was so self-destructive, and I tried to lessen the hurt but I had had enough. He needed to know what his actions, and words does to people and that there are consequences.

I could tell I had shattered him; I could see it with his shaky intake of breath. The words stung. His hands were in his front jean pockets, his face impassive as he stared at me. Though he wasn’t really looking at me; his mind was at work here. I tried to reach out to him, take his hand in mine. I wanted to plead to him, and beg him to stay and to tell him I loved him. That he should forget what he said – what I said. But as soon as I reached out, he took a step to the side, knocking into the coffee table. 

“Uh you know what,” he responded, all emotion devoid from his voice, “this was obviously a mistake. I have to go.”

“Angel wait, come on, we have to talk about this.” You can’t just say this shit and leave, I wanted to scream. 

“Angel, please.”

But he ignored my pleas.

His steps did not falter as he left me standing there, staring at the front door now hanging open. I rushed towards it, watching as he backed his motorcycle out of the drive and sped off into the night, leaving my heart shattered into pieces.

[thomaslightwood]

“What if Paris was the first time we’d met?” || Thomastair University AU

I wrote this because 1) anxiety and 2) the idea of what would happen if Thomas and Alastair had met for the first time in Paris is killing my soul so here you go

•

Thomas closed his notebook with a sigh.

“I know you want to say it,” Thomas grounded.

Lucie looked at him with big innocent eyes. “Say what?”

Thomas rolled his eyes.

Lucie smiled at him and while they both stood up, she said with a grin, “Okay, I will say it. I told you not to drink last night. I told you.”

Thomas signed again. “Yeah, you did. In my defense, that guy was cute and I was nervous!”

“No excuses!”

“Mr. Lightwood.”

Thomas stopped on the exit and looked at the professor. “Yes, Mrs. Jahanshah?”

Sona Jahanshah handed him a list. “Your paper. I wished to give it to you yesterday but well.” You weren't here was left unsaid but they both knew what she meant.

Thomas felt ashamed. His Farsi class was his favorite and Mrs. Jahanshah was an awesome woman. Strict and rarely allowing compromises but amazing teacher. Thomas didn't want to let her down by missing her classes to get drunk. Especially on the second day of the new semester.

He hesitatingly took the paper and looked at it. A small smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you Mrs. Jahanshah,” he said. He hurried to Lucie who was waiting for him at the door.

“Well?” she raised an eyebrow.

Thomas grinned but only said, “Nothing.”

“Come on, let me see!”

“Nope.”

Lucie tried to grab it from him but she was too small compared to him. And in general. In the end she gave up but said this wasn't the end.

“One day I will read your work, Thomas Alexander Lightwood, remember my words.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said with a smile.

Together they left the university and went to the near coffee shop where they were supposed to meet with Lucie's friend, Cordelia.

Thomas was a little jealous how Lucie could find a soulmate so fast. It has never been so easy to Thomas. It will never be. Maybe he was just too awkward. Sometimes he felt like his insecurities were written all over his face.

Lucie's smile widened. “There she is. It seems her brother is also here.”

•

“I have work,” Alastair said.

“We all have,” Cordelia said.

“Okay, I have a lot of work.”

“Come on,” Cordelia arched an eyebrow. “You should take a rest from time to time. Or else your brain would explode.”

“Sure,” Alastair said sarcastically. “Tell me again, why am I here? To rest? By meeting people?”

“It's just Lucie! And one of her friends, Thomas, who is a really adorable guy. It would be fine!”

Alastair wasn't convinced but didn't say anything. Cordelia was determined to make him talk with people for some reason.

“Oh, I see Lucie. She's right there.”

Alastair followed his sister's look. He spotted her friend, Lucie Herondale, a small but lively girl. They have spoken a few times but Alastair didn't really know anything about her except the things Cordelia told him.

Next to Lucie was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a shy smile that was laughing at something Lucie said.

Alastair felt like someone kicked him in the stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You didn't tell me your friend is so cute.”

Cordelia blinked at him and smiled playfully. “I didn't know he is your type.”

“He is now,” Alastair stated.

Cordelia couldn't help but grin.

“Fuck,” Alastair said again looking at Thomas.

•

Thomas and Lucie sat on the table with Cordelia and Alastair. He was introduced to the Cordelia's brother and Thomas got worried he'd do something stupid and would make fool of himself in front of the beautiful guy next to him and-

Thomas forced himself not to space out too much but to listen to what the rest were talking about. He did his best to join the conversation but it wasn't easy to concentrate.

At some point Alastair said he's going to the bathroom and Cordelia went to ask for more coffee. Thomas breathed out and turned to Lucie.

“Why didn't you tell me your friend's brother is so cute? You know I don't know how to act around cute guys!”

“You are doing just fine,” Lucie said, trying to calm him down.

“Well, I was drowning in anxiety. But... I think it was sort of... the normal anxiety?”

“You mean...”

At this moment Cordelia returned to the table and Lucie didn't finish her sentence. Thomas was grateful. He was diagnosed with social anxiety and didn't feel comfortable talking about it in front of strangers. Only a few close to him people knew and Thomas did not want too many people to find out about it. It made him, well, anxious.

When Alastair got back he said he should hurry up for his next lecture and said goodbye. Thomas was a little disappointed.

Cordelia, Lucie and he had almost an hour until their next class so they remained in the cafe. Thomas wanted to know more about Alastair Carstairs but he thought asking Cordelia may look creepy and out of place. He may ask Lucie to do it. Or he himself to ask. Some day.

•

Thomas was nervous. It was his first time in a new class where he didn't know anyone (he didn't know many people in the university as a whole but still).

As he entered the room he tried to calm down. Took a deep breath. His anxiety was still there but after Thomas took his seat he felt like he wouldn't get an anxiety attack in front of the whole class and will survive this. Probably.

He prepared to take notes, took out a few pens (just in case) and tried to breath normally. He reminded himself no one was paying attention to him. There were a lot of people in the room, he was just another guy in it. It was going to be fine.

“Hey, can I sit here?”

Thomas turned to the person talking to him and blinked. Alastair Carstrais.

“Sure,” Thomas said after a second.

Alastair smiled a little and Thomas couldn't help it - he returned the smile.

“The room is just so full. I was worried there weren't any left seats.”

The room was indeed full. Thomas was happy he got here early so he could sit at a place he liked.

“Cordelia didn't mention you like history.”

“Cordelia is awesome but I'm not very close with her,” Thomas said. “And I'm a little bit of history buff,” he admitted.

“Enough history buff to take a class for it, it seems,” Alastair said with a small smile.

Thomas laughed. “Yes, apparently.”

The professor walked into the room and it got quiet.

Thomas listened with interest to the lecture, taking detailed notes. But he was also excited because of the person sitting next to him.

•

Thomas wasn't sure how much time had passed but he knew he was hungry.

“Hey,” Thomas turned to Alastair who had a little strange expression as he said this. “Wanna, like- I mean if you're not busy, to have lunch with me? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?”

Thomas' stomach did a flip but it was a good kind of flip, nervous and excited.

“I would be happy to have lunch together.”

Alastair smiled. It was a real, warm smile. “Okay.”

They went out of the university and Alastair said he knew a good place in the area. Thomas followed, careful to remember the way to it. He may need to come here again, hopefully.

As they sat, menus appeared in front of them almost immediately. Thomas ordered tea, Alastair - coffee until they waited for the food.

They talked about the lecture. It was about the history of the Ancient Near East. Alastair was half Persian and Thomas was fascinated to hear a few curious history facts about the Persian culture from him.

“I admit,” Alastair said. “My love of the Persian stories and songs is influenced by my mother. Sometimes she says it's her duty as a teacher to tell us, Cordelia and I, as much as she could about our heritage. Which of course has nothing to do with her profession but we don't say anything," Alastair laughed a little.

“Your mother is a teacher?” Thomas said curiously.

“Yes, for a few years now. She's a professor here.”

Thomas' eyes widened. “Wait, your mother is Sona Jahanshah?”

“The same,” Alastair said before drinking from his coffee.

“Whoa,” Thomas said with a smile. “I should have thought about it earlier. You have the same eyes.”

Alastair's eyes sparkled at this. He looked amused. “Most people would say we share the same temper not eyes.”

“This too,” Thomas laughed.

The conversation went in different directions a few times. They found out they share a great love for music. That Alastair's favorite book is The Prince by Machiavelli. Thomas in returned said his is Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ. They promised to read each other's favorite books because they haven't read it before. Thomas found out Alastair can play a piano and sing. Thomas wanted to hear him.

“What made you choose to come to France?” Thomas asked at some point.

“It's mainly because me and Cordelia wanted to study here. Paris is one of the cities where we were the happiest. So we moved here.”

Thomas wanted to ask about his father but he knew from Lucie Cordelia and Alastair's father was a sensitive topic so Thomas decides to leave it alone.

“How about you? Are you a big fan of France?”

“Not exactly,” Thomas laughed nervously. “Actually, coming to France doesn't seem very wise. My father wanted me to go study in Spain or Wales. Which would be logical because I know Spanish and Welsh. My father has connections in Spain and Lucie's father is Welsh. I started to learn French only a year ago. But...” Thomas tried his best to explained it. When he was saying it out aloud it sounded like a stupid decision but it makes sense Thomas' head. “It's about the university. The history of this city. I admire it. Lucie and I talked about it and our parents let us study here only because they know we're together.”

The waiter came to serve them the food and Thomas paused. He even didn't remember ordering a second time.

“You probably think I'm silly," Thomas said, feeling stupid.

“No, no," Alastair shook his head. “Not at all. I think I understand.”

Thomas looked at his eyes. He believed him.

“Also, you speak Spanish, Welsh and learn Farsi and French? I'm impressed.”

Thomas smiled a little shyly at that. He didn't mind compliments but coming from Alastair felt different.

The time was passing and they barely noticed. They both missed their lectures but as much as it was unusual for Thomas he barely cared. He did not regret the time spent with Alastair.

They exchanged numbers and social media. Alastair promised to send him more book recommendations. Thomas kept smiling the whole day.

•

the tree: sorry luce i can't have lunch with you today

small bean: ooooh, and why is this, little john?

the tree: i'm just not hungry

small bean: yeah yeah and i'm cinderella

small bean: are you seeing someone? someone dark haired maybe?? 👀

Thomas blushed a little and put his phone back into the pocket without answering.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Thomas followed Alastair through the exit and together left the university.

They sat in the same place as the last time. Even on the same table. Thomas liked that.

“Okay, I suggest not to miss our lecturers this time,” Alastair said.

“Agreed,” Thomas said, laughing. “I can't survive this class only on Lucie's notes.”

They talked about books. They both have read each other's favorite book now and had thoughts to share. Alastair passionately talked about one quatrains of Rubaíyat́ of Omar Khayyaḿ while Thomas was eating from his toast. Since he left London he has forgotten the pleasure of talking about books with someone who was as much investigated in it as Thomas.

Same as the last time the conversation went in different directions. They talked a little about themselves.

“I miss my friends and family,” Thomas admitted. “We were always together, very close to each other. It was weird at first when I came here, without them being around.”

“Tell me about them.”

With almost every other person Thomas would think they were trying to make small talk. Alastair though, Thomas knew, didn't speak things he doesn't mean.

So Thomas told him. He told him about his sisters but not much about Barbara who had passed away because he felt like this was too personal. About the Merry Thieves and a little bit about how they're families were friends.

In return Alastair told him about the cities he had traveled to and what he likes about them, which places were beautiful, the history of them. After his parents' divorce when Alastair was almost 18, he, Cordelia and Sona moved to Paris because the siblings wanted to study here.

They could talk for many more hours but an alarm sharply interrupted them. It was Alastair's phone. He shut it down.

“This is for me. My lecture starts after ten minutes.”

“Oh,” Thomas couldn't hide his disappointment. “Okay.”

“Hey, do you want... to meet tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is Saturday?” Thomas said, confused. “We don't have classes.”

“I know,” a strange look appeared on Alastair's face. Thomas in shock realized it was nervousness. “Actually, I... I’m asking you to go on a date with me.”

Thomas' heart skipped a beat. It was impossible to stop the smile on his face.

“Okay.”

•

“You're nervous.”

“I am not,” Alastair said defensively. Cordelia arched an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe a little bit.”

“Try not to freak out too much. He's just a guy.”

“A guy with a cute smile.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia laughed. “But you're cute too.”

Alastair frowned at her. “Don't you have homework?”

“I have,” she admitted. “But I also have a brother who has a date.”

Alastair sighed. “He is far from the first guy I have a date with.”

“But he's the first after you-know-who.”

Alastair shook his head. “His name is not a trigger. You can say it. And it doesn't matter. It was a long time ago.”

It wasn't too long ago and Alastair maybe wasn't too happy about his situation with Charles but Cordelia didn't need to know this.

Alastair out on his shoes and coat. The weather wasn't too chilly.

“Actually, I meant... Doesn't matter,” Cordelia said. “Just have fun, remember he is just a guy as nervous as you and don't break his heart because he's Lucie's friend and I like her.”

Alastair couldn't help it but smile. He kissed his sister's forehead and went out.

•

Thomas saw Alastair coming and tried not to look too anxious or look if his clothes were okay. 

And he tried his best not to stare at the gorgeous view Alastair was.

Alastair led them on the way to the place he had in mind. It was far from the center, in a small alley that had one beautiful fountain. As they entered the small restaurant Alastair said a few words to the staff member and she immediately led them to their table.

It wasn't what Thomas imagined. They went upstairs. This floor was definitely emptier than the first one - the tables were farther from one another, with only a couple of people on them.

Their table was on the balcony. Thomas' breath stopped when he saw the view. He barely noticed as they sat and the waiter put menus in front of them.

Paris was beautiful during the night. The city of lights. The Eiffel Tower stood gold and sparkling.

“It's beautiful,” Thomas said and turned to Alastair. He caught him staring at Thomas with a smile on his lips. 

“It really is,” Alastair said and also looked at the view before opening his menu. “I got lucky to reserve a table here. Part of which was that my mother and the owner are good friends,” Alastair laughed.

Thomas smiled and also opened his menu. “So. What do you recommend?”

Alastair carefully scanned the page he was on. “The toast is awesome. And the desserts are unique. Here is the best tiramisu in Paris.”

“You really like coffee, don't you?” Thomas said with a smile.

“Yes,” Alastair said. “I admit, I do love coffee a hella lot.”

Soon the waiter came to take their orders. After he left, Thomas said, “I'm curious about something. How did you come out? Wait, are you out to your family? Is this a sensitive topic? Oh god, I'm so-”

“It's okay,” Alastair laughed. “Do you always ask every guy such questions on the first date?” he teased.

Thomas blushed a little. “Well. Sometimes,” he cleared throat. “Anyway! Answer my question. Or don't if you don't want to.”

“I'll answer,” Alastair said, trying to hide a smile.“I came out to Cordelia first, a few years ago. Then she convinced me that coming out to Mâmân wouldn't be a disaster. And she was right. It was difficult at first. But it's mostly fine right now.”

The waiter came with their drinks - ginger beer for Thomas and black decaffeinated coffee for Alastair. 

“How about you?” Alastair asked after they were alone again. “Are you out?”

“I am kind of out to my family and friends too, yes.”

“Kind of?” Alastair arched the eyebrow.

“It's a funny story actually,” Thomas said. “At first, one of my cousins, Anna, came out as non-binary lesbian. Not long after this Matthew, one of my best friends, came out as bi. And you see, in some way they cleared the path for me. When I came out no one was even surprised. I think they kind of expected everyone to come out as gay at some point,” Thomas laughed.

He didn't mention how sickly anxious he was to come out because he was worried his parents would react bad. Or how he worried his friends and sisters won't understand. Or the irrational, freezing fear to let even one person know something so personal about him. 

They talked more about London. Alastair said he was there only once but would like to visit again. They joked that Lucie would drag Cordelia there for the first holiday that appears.

At some point they started to talk about Paris. Which museums they have visited so far. Alastair was scandalized Thomas hasn't visited the Louvre yet. They agreed they should go to one museum together some day.

It was a beautiful night, warm, with a nice breeze. They talked for long, so long they were the only ones left in the restaurant. In another time, in another life the same was happening. They were both different people, with different pasts and so different memories, unsaid words and broken hearts. But as the city of light was watching over them tonight they had this sweet memory, echoing through the centuries.

[sodasback]

Crime Junkie

Drew Starkey ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader

Okay besties, I’m gonna repost some of my old “Drew Starkey” fics but I’m going to make them “fanon Rafe Cameron” fics so I don’t feel weird. Lol thank you to all my loves on here for your suggestions and for supporting me in this endeavor 😜🖤 lol 

A lot of them will be ER Nurse Rafe. Here’s the first one. This is ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader wayyy down the road when they’re “out” as a couple and living together.

You and Rafe spent a lot of time in the car together. You would carpool to work when you worked the same shift and most mornings you liked to listen to music, like really put on concerts for each other to wake up and get pumped for the hospital.

On the way home though, you usually ended up venting about the shift or opted for a podcast. For weeks, you and Rafe had been hooked on true crime podcasts: Crime Junkie, My Favorite Murder, Serial, Anatomy of a Murder …all of em. You guys also recently had a patient who survived a really violent sexual assault come through the ER. And Rafe had recently learned about some of the scary things that have happened to you in your life …like the type of things that happen to EVERY woman in the world. All of this led to tonight.

You were both headed out to a get-together at Estephany’s place and Rafe was looking for his wallet. You were getting inpatient and antsy because you HATED being late no matter where you were going, so you decided to meet him at the car. You head to the car and when you open the door the smell of the day old milkshakes you two had left in the cupholders hit your nostrils. The parking garage of your apartment complex was literally empty on the level you parked on. As you reached for the milkshakes, you noticed all the other food trash that had accumulated lately and you decided to clean it all up. Your hands were full and you ended up dropping your purse and keys on the ground next to the open car door as you scurried over to throw everything away. But the trashcan that was usually on this level wasn’t there.

“Fuck.” You groaned. And looked back at the car. There was literally no one around and you were getting rotting milkshake juice on your wrist so you B-lined for the stairs and ran down to the next level to throw everything away in the trashcan there. Taking a minute to wipe off your wrist and tie the laces of your boots. You walked back up the stairs to see Rafe’s back as he faced the car. He was completely frozen. 

“Hey, ready to go?” You asked casually, walking past him to the car. 

Rafe whipped around to grab your wrist and turn you to face him “Where the fuck were you?!” He shouted, grabbing your shoulders. You leaned back away from him completely dumbfounded at this extreme reaction. 

“I was just throwing away the trash we left in the car from earlier.” You explained, shrinking from him a little bit. 

“Why would you leave your purse and keys like that?! And leave the car door open?! Your phone was on the floor of the car! What the fuck y/n?!!” He continued going off. 

Rafe had NEVER spoken to you like this. He had never spoken to ANYONE like this that you knew of. 

“My hands were full! I just dropped it trying to throw everything away. Plus, we live in a super safe complex where we know everyone. There’s no one else parked on this level. I was only gone for like 2 seconds.” You listed off hurriedly,  “Like yeah, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing but it’s not that big of a deal, Rafe.” 

You paused, both of you looking at the other with tension filling the air between you “...AND before you start yelling again, you sir, need to watch your tone with me right now.” You added sternly at the end, folding your arms over your chest and giving him a lot of attitude as you furrowed your brow. 

Rafe let go of your shoulders and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “Fuck.” He walked away for a second before exhaling and turning back to you. 

“I’m sorry y/n. You scared the shit out of me right now. I just saw the door open like that and all your stuff here... and fuck... I just thought you had gotten ...kidnapped or something.” He mumbled the last part.

Your facial expression relaxed and after a beat, you went and wrapped your arms around Rafe’s waist and he tightly wrapped around your shoulders before he held your head against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. 

“I’m really sorry for talking to you like that, baby.” 

“It’s okay.” You said simply and genuinely before adding, “But it better not fucking happen again, Cameron.” You teased, but you both knew how serious you actually were too. “....Also, maybe we should lay off our true crime podcasts for a little while.” 

“Yeah, can we? I honestly have been scared about you getting kidnapped and chopped into little pieces for weeks.” He chuckled a little. Your heart broke a little bit as you realized something. 

“Is that why I’ve found you in the living room watching Friends in the middle of the night like 4 times last week when you said you couldn’t sleep?” 

“I just kept having nightmares about all this horrible shit happening to you. Especially after you told me all the times that cars have like slowed down or followed you while you’re running. And that time someone put something in your drink at a music festival.” Rafe said, getting all exasperated again. 

“And that’s why all of a sudden you started running with me even though you hate running?” You realized all the little things Rafe had been doing differently lately were all adding up to him being so worried about you. He just looked at you with concern and a little bit of embarrassment. 

“Ahh baby.” You cooed squeezing him tight and then pulling away and grabbing his face with your hands. 

“I’m so sorry, you’ve been so worried lately. I wish you would have told me. The world is definitely a scary place for young women and I can’t promise that nothing bad is ever gonna happen to me. But you can’t be with me every second of every day. I can take care of myself. I have for a really long time. And I can take precautions to stay safe. ...And yeah, leaving my purse and keys near our open car in an empty parking garage at night is not the way to do that. But babe no matter what precautions I take, I can’t control other people and whatever malicious intentions they might have. I promise I’ll be as careful as I can, but you need to realize that neither one of us can control it all and we need to let it go. I know that’s way easier said than done, but if you worry about me ALL THE TIME, it’s just gonna drive us both insane and be really toxic.” 

“I know.” He said quietly, looking down, “I just love you so god damn much y/n. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” 

You were both quiet looking in the other’s eyes. You looked away and smirked.

“Well, at least you would be able to start listening to Johnny Cash again.” You teased, desperately trying to lighten the mood. You both knew how much you despised Johnny Cash songs. 

Rafe gave you an annoyed look for making light of the situation, but then broke into a smile, putting an arm around you as you walked to the car. “And for that, we’re listening to Ring of Fire on the way over to Estephany’s!” He said, playfully slapping your ass and smiling over at you, as you parted to go to your respective car doors.

“I will literally jump out of the car.” You stated.

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[najatheangel]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲

pairing: yoon-oh jaehyun x reader

genre: slightly spicy + angst

author’s note: I’ve meant to say this earlier, but we’ve reached another milestone on Dive in. Happy 111 notes that’s the most notes I’ve ever got!! I’m forever thankful, here’s another one for ya lovelies. 🥺💖💖

“If you walk out that door one more time, we’re through. Enough is enough!”

Your boyfriend Miles chases walks behind you pissing you off even more. You were just so fed up with the screaming, abuse and drunken arguments every night looking for a chance to escape. You start grabbing your purse trying to head your way out the door hollering back at Miles saying...

“Well then I guess we’re through then. Not like you give a shit about me anyways. Go on and crawl back to that Luna girl.”

Miles tries to block the door one last time grabbing you by the arm with his dark intense eyes. He then proceeds to grab you by the hair and say...

“Where do you think your going? Are you going to cry back to Jaehyun? You know he doesn’t love you like I do.”

You pushed him away from you boiling in anger and slammed the door behind you stomping your way to your car. Before you drive off you throw your middle finger up to Miles mouthing “Peace out” and head your way to find Jaehyun.

Your relationship with Jaehyun was very complicated to say the least. He was always there for you helping you forget about your toxic relationship with Miles. At first you were meeting at the club daily for friendly outings with each other’s friend groups, but then tonight changed everything...

You’ve pulled up at the club where you usually like to meet up with Jaehyun the bartender ready to rant about your problems with him once again. Tonight seemed a little more packed then usual so you pushed your way through the drunk crowd.

“Jaehyun! You already know one Bahama Mama in the house.” You slam your butt down on the chair leaving the biggest sigh of relief.

 His eyes flash when he sees you and he pulls the cutest smirk you’ve seen on his face for awhile. “Coming right up. What happened this time?”

While he’s making your drink you start to break down and whimper while telling him about your months of dealing with your abusive relationship with Miles.

“Guess what happened tonight Jae? He had the nerve to bring another girl over a few hours ago when I came back home from work. I heard them moaning so loud so you know what I did... I slammed the door open, told the girl to get out, packed my shit and I told him we’re done. He even tried to say that I was cheating on him with you like can you believe that guy Uggh the nerve.”

Jaehyun shakes his head getting more frustrated for you on how the situation became worse. He hated Miles ever since you started dating him. He knew he was aggressive, manipulator and abusive to all the women he has dated.

“You know if you want, I’ll beat him up for you.” He slides the drink down to you cracking his knuckles.

“Jaehyun no need I’ve already chewed him up before I left. I even burned his clothes, slit his tires and tore up his shoes which was why he was trying to chase after me.” You chuckle wiping the tears of your face.

Jaehyun loved how brave and outrageous you can be on your own dealing with scumbags like Miles which is why he found you even more attractive. What he didn’t like about you was how you keep dating people that you know is not good for you. He wanted to be the man to change your toxic cycle and move you to the right direction.

Tonight was the night to prove himself of how worthy he can be to become your next and only lover. He sparked this idea in his head and knew how he was going to cheer you up.

“Hey y/n...let’s not talk about that anymore. How about we spent the whole night dancing and forget that any of that shit ever happened? I can show you a good time...”

“Jae where is all this coming from? Of course I will!”

The liquor has already kicked in, but Jaehyun still didn’t hesitate to grasp your hand and take you on the dance floor.

Jaehyun kind of took you by surprise with him dancing along to Kick it. The whole crowd was screaming in cheers, but of course you screamed the loudest. Jaehyun even pulled of the iconic dance break.

Slowly you started to see Jaehyun in a different light. Of course you’ve always thought he was attractive and was very talented. You kept telling him he was much better than making drinks at a nightclub, but he would always brush it off and continue his partying days at the nightclub.

The lights turn pink all of a sudden in the nightclub and the atmosphere turns very hot and heavy real fast. What made it much dirtier was a summer walker song plays very faint in the background.

Jaehyun notices you becoming very bold and starts dancing up on him. You unleash your inner stripper and start grinding on him. He’s already having a hard time concentrating by your two piece skirt out fit. He starts getting closer against your figure and sway with your body to the music.

Jaehyun glances at your body movements from head to toe looking impressed. 

“I didn’t know you can get down like that. You feel so fucking good.”

He turns your body around so you can face him.

You start flirting back at him making him sweat a little. 

“If I knew you wanted this along time ago all you had to do was ask.”

“Of course how could anyone not want you I mean look at you baby.”

He kisses the side of your neck.

You stood there frozen for a second not sure how to react to Jaehyun’s bold response. Normally when you drink your more confident, but he really got you locked around his finger.

He all of a sudden grabs your waist swaying with you along with music and starts teasing you by moving his face super close, but not kissing you. He teases you more by saying 

“It would be pretty bad if I kissed you huh? After all you just got out of a nasty break up.” 

“I don’t care anymore, your the one I’ve always truly wanted. I wish I can just follow my heart sometimes.”

“It’s still not too late we have the night to ourselves. Let me help you change all of that tonight. If you decide not to be with me, you can just toss me to the side and forget all this happened, okay?”

You give him the nod to assure him this is what you wanted and you finally started kissing him. Boy was he an amazing kisser he knew exactly when to bite and slide his tongue in at the perfect time. While you were laughing nervously, you tugged onto his jacket giving him the signal. 

“I think we should go somewhere more private, people seem to be staring a little bit.” 

He made you even more hot and bothered by kissing the side of your neck. They don’t call him the lover boy for no reason. You drag him out the dance floor to finish your business privately.

In the midst of the make out session you start hearing him scream your name and confess his love for you. The DJ announces the club closes in about 15 minutes and you both start panicking.

“Ahh maybe we should do this on the way back home, there’s no way we’ll be able to-”

He cuts you of with another peck on the lips and say...

“Shh you must’ve forgot that I work here. Until everyone leaves we have this place all to ourselves and we can make all the noises we want. Remember just follow your heart.”

He tends to have his way with almost any women and to think that now he’s having you falling for him. Whether this was pure lust or the beginning of a new love sparking you didn’t want to screw this up with Jaehyun.

He’s been there for you not only with your ex boyfriend problems, but even with your family issues. He might’ve just been the one to heal all your wounds and cater to your needs. You smile to yourself highlighting your memories with  Jaehyun and finally give in not afraid of declaring your feelings to him.

“Fine your lucky I like you so much. I’ll follow my heart from now on.”

So you slam the door behind you locking it and proceed to sit on his lap to finish what you both started.

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