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lostfirefly · 5 months ago

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I stand in fear as she gets near, then everything's okay I hope this feeling never goes away

We're having a little flashback today. Welcome to Catherine and Buggy's first official date, which happened right after their first sex. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Happy Saturday!

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Description: Catherine and Buggy are going on their first date. Buggy sometimes reacts to simple little things in a very strange way.

Warning: Fun, fluff, swearing, lots of love, inappropriate jokes.

WC: 5314

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @emmiebugz-blog, @mydearlybeloathed

The title is taken from “First Kiss” A Rocket to the Moon.

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“Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck!” Catherine was rummaging through her bag.

“What's wrong?” Buggy's head flew into the bedroom.

“Oh, shit!” Catherine jerked back from fear and saw Buggy's upset eyes.

“You look scared. I disgust you, don't I?”

“What? No, no!” Catherine started stroking Buggy's hair. “Don’t you dare to say those terrible things! You will never be disgusting to me. Don't get me wrong, but I'm just not used to the fact that you can appear around the corner divided in… you know.. parts. But I'll get used to it! Do this more often, please. Let your feet walk separately around the house while your body lies on the couch.” Catherine took the flying hand in her hands and moved it towards her to peck Buggy on his lips. “Look how cool! Your head is here, and the other part of you is somewhere over there.” Kiss. “I love your chop chop thing!” Kiss. “And I love you!” Kiss. “And everything about you.” She hugged his head. “Hey, where's the rest of you? Bring your strong and sexy body here.”

Buggy became red as his nose and attached the body back to the head. “So what happened?”

“Remember I bought some Egyptian liquor to take home? The lid must have popped open, and it spilled all over my clothes.” Catherine took things out of the bag. “See? T-shirts, jeans, even socks! Fuck! I need to buy clothes. I have practically nothing with me. My blue-haired love, can I borrow your shirt for the evening and t-shirt for the night? I promise it's the first and last time.”

“Why do you need my shirt?” Buggy looked in the bag. “Look. It's not that bad. There's still something clean here. What's this? This.. Fuck!” He took out Catherine's underwear and chuckled. “Wow! This’s.. your.. The purple one and lacy! Sexy!”

“Give it to me!” Catherine took the panties from his hands.

“He-he! I was holding your underwear! Oh, look! The blue one!” Buggy took another set. “This one is sexy too. What's this? Ugh! No wa-a-ay!! Aye-aye, Catherine Mitchell! THE RED ONE!! Why would you need red in the desert? You knew you'd meet me, so you took it with you to seduce me?”

“How was I supposed to know I'd meet you? Give it back!”

Catherine tried to take away the underwear, but Buggy squeezed it in his hands. “Oh, no! Oh, shit! Fuck, fuck!! Please, please, baby, tell me you were wearing it on one of the days of our adventure!!”

Catherine smirked, shrugged and took her underwear from his hands. “Who knows, clown.”

“You know!” Buggy fell down on the bed, grabbed his head and screamed. “Why are you doing this to me?! Fu-u-uck, if I knew where you changed your clothes, I would've gotten a peek!”

“Damn!” Catherine rolled her eyes and smiled. “Men are all the same! Are you finished?”

“No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait! You're naked or in your underwear behind the bush.. or.. or stone!! Fuck! It's such a turn on!!”

“Hate you! You're like a big baby!” Catherine grabbed her bag and threw it into the corner.

Buggy put his hands behind his head and rolled his eyes dreamily. “I can't hear you, woman. I'm already picturing you in red. Fuck, am I gonna see this?”

Catherine rolled her eyes. “You're disgusting, you know that? If you keep acting like this, you'll only see me in grandmother's panties. Better give me your shirt. I don't wanna be cold.”

Buggy pointed his finger at the closet and giggled idiotically. “Take whatever you want, baby.”

“Thank you!” Catherine leaned over Buggy and ran her fingers over his forehead. “Just for your information, clown, if you behave yourself well, you might see some black underwear tonight. Black and lacy.”

Buggy widened his eyes and screaming “I will!!”, sat down on the bed and watched Catherine look through the hangers, looking for a shirt.

“Geeez, Buggy! Do you wash your clothes? Half of the things here are dirty and half are smelly.”

“Go to hell! Who needs this laundry? It's a fucking waste of time!” He cleared his throat. “By the way.. Cathie-pie, I wanted to ask. I saw… In the kitchen.”

“No, I'll definitely wash your clothes.” Catherine looked at Buggy over her shoulder. “What did you see in the kitchen, my love?” She continued sorting through the hangers. “Not that one, not that one.. Oh, I found a t-shirt for you. At least it doesn't stink. Put it on, please.” She threw it into his hands.

“I saw..” Buggy scratched the back of his neck. “Well… a plate with food on the table and fresh coffee. What's this?”

“Oh, I made you hot cheese sandwiches and coffee while you were finishing your makeup. I just thought you might be hungry. It's been a while since you had breakfast. And then you and I… well, you know… were busy.” Catherine turned to Buggy. “Shit! Did I do something wrong? Sorry, I didn't wanna bother you while you were doing your makeup. I should have asked first, right? You don't like sandwiches, do you? Or coffee? Or did I take something I wasn't allowed to take?”

“No! I like sandwiches. And I ate a couple from the plate, to be honest. Tasty!” Buggy shrugged and started fiddling with his shirt. “It's just.. I don't know.. weird.”

“Why is that weird? It's just a normal concern. You had girlfriends, didn't they cook for you?” Catherine continued choosing the shirt. “Not that one, not that one..”

Buggy scratched the back of his head. “Of course I had girls, and they were in my place. But.. I don't know.. Never mind.”

“Wait! Don't tell me that no one made you sandwiches before!” Catherine watched Buggy shrug again, she immediately came closer to him and started stroking his head. “That's terrible! Those fucking bitches couldn't find 10 minutes of their precious time to make you hot cheese toast? I want to rip their hearts out.” She kissed the top of his head. “Na-ah! Na-a-h! From today, I will take care of you, my silly clown.” Catherine glanced at the wardrobe and ran to it. “Oh! I'll take that one! Blue! To match the color of your hair! Smells good.” She threw the shirt over her shoulders and twirled several times. “Like it?”

“Wow! I have to admit that you look so fucking sexy. And I'm not even embarrassed by that weird drawing on your shirt.” Buggy winked at her and started giggling.

“Stop laughing! This isn't a weird drawing. It's a fish in a sweater, and she's wearing jeans.”

“The fish in the sweater.” Buggy took Catherine’s hand and pulled her closer, feeling how she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. He made sure to snuggle up to her discreetly and exhaled.

“What happened, little bear?” Catherine kissed his head.

Buggy exhaled again. “Three hours ago, I thought.. Never mind.” He started giggling.

“Now what?” Catherine narrowed her eyes.

“I saw you naked. Can't believe that two hours ago I saw you naked, listening to your moans.” Buggy rolled his eyes happily. “That was so-o-o good, right? Fuck, I'll remember this day forever.”

“Are you always this perverted?” Catherine started stroking his head. “Why can't you just say you enjoyed our hour-long hug.”

“No, no, cotton candy!” Buggy clicked his tongue. “You liked how we cuddled for an hour, and I can't get what I heard from you before out of my head.” He started imitating her. “Harder, Buggy, rougher Buggy, more Buggy!”

Catherine reddened and gently slapped him on the head. “Shut up! I don't know how it happened.”

“I know how it happened! First.” Buggy glanced at her and started bending his fingers. “I'm sexy. Second, I’m hot and third, lustful. You just couldn't resist and fell under my charm. I cannot judge you, Cathie-pie.”

“Couldn't resist, yeah. I remember how one lustful clown wanted to leave me in the desert!” Catherine gently slapped him on his shoulder.

“But I didn't leave you!” Buggy took her hand and kissed it.

“And I’m happy f~. Hey! Stop grabbing my ass, jerk! Damn you and your chop chop shit.” Catherine slapped Buggy on his detached hand, jumped on the bed, sat behind him and put her arms around his neck. “You know, I wanna cook you something delicious tomorrow! I'm not the best baker in the world, but I can make a carrot cake. My mom taught me that recipe. We baked it every weekend. It was our family tradition. Do you want a cake? Or do you want something special?”

“Cotton candy, you have already given me the most delicious and special things, what more could I want?”

“Idiot!” Smack. “No! I’m talking about dinner with wine and talking. Oh! I know! I know! Do you have candles? Let's have a candlelit dinner!”

Buggy shrugged. “Don't know. I’m not a big fan of that shit. Do you really want to?”

“Oh, my love! I adore all this romantic stuff. This will be our first candlelight dinner!!” Catherine ran her fingers gently down his back. “Oh.. You have scars here. What's happened? Did someone hurt you?”

Buggy exhaled heavily, carefully removed her hands, stood up and put on a t-shirt.

“I'm sorry, please. I guess I'm meddling where I shouldn't be meddling. Sorry!” Catherine stood up on the bed, placed her hands on his shoulder and leaned slightly to kiss his nose. Buggy immediately leaned back a little. Catherine froze for a second, not understanding whether he was scared or unhappy and how she should react on this. “What happened? What's that expression on your face?” She mimicked Buggy’s face. “I just wanted to peck you on your cute nose.” She carefully extended her hand and wanted to touch it with her finger.

Buggy grabbed her hand sharply and looked into her eyes. “Cute? Are you making fun of my nose?”

“What? No! I would never do that. Why are you looking at me so angrily? I didn't mean to offend you.” Catherine felt him unclench his hand, and she immediately began to stroke his head. “Don't be mad, okay? Better tell me where will magnificent Buggy the Clown take me?”

“Magnificent Buggy the Clown doesn't know.” He scratched his neck and shrugged. “To the bar?”

“You know, I don't mind drinking, but I don't want to go to the bar. Take me where it's nice. To the café or some small restaurant.” Catherine placed her head on his shoulder. “I want to share this evening with you.”

“Fuuuuck! You're dragging me into some romantic shit!! I don't like this!!”

“Pleeeeease!! We've got a lot of bar time ahead of us. Let's go there tomorrow! But today I want to spend time with my Buggy Bear in a cozy place.”

“Buggy Bear. No, no, I can't.” Buggy shook his head and placed his hand on Catherine's waist. “This's a terrible, terrible nickname. Don't you think I earned a different nickname today? I showed something to you. But if you forgot, we can repeat our session right now.”

Catherine kissed him on his cheek. “Stop grumbling, like an old man!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “Me and my Buggy Bear are going on our first official date!!” She squealed slightly.

“Stop calling me that!! And stop squealing, woman! You're gonna stun me!”

Buggy whined so long but gave up, and led Catherine through the winding streets of Cairo. She enjoyed stopping at the various market stalls, looking at the souvenirs, and smelling the spices. She liked to stop at bakeries to smell the fresh bread and bought herself a cinnamon roll. Buggy wanted to steal it, but she slapped his hands. She chewed happily on the pastries and kept glancing at Buggy. Yes, they had gone out for a short walk before she had almost left Cairo. But today everything seemed different to her. The spices were more delicious, the souvenirs more beautiful, the walls of the houses more colorful and interesting. Catherine enjoyed telling the stories of some of the buildings, gesticulating vigorously. Buggy grumbled the whole way and was clearly unhappy, but he stole an ice cream for her, and Catherine didn't know whether to start resenting or laughing. They reached one of the main streets and stopped.

“Is this place okay?” Buggy pointed at the yellow and pink door with displeasure. “This is what you wanted. Fancy fluffy stuff, cute tables and all that fucking shit.”

Catherine squinted her eyes to read the name of the establishment. “The Whole Cake Cafe. I like that!”

Buggy led her into a large, spacious cafe. Inside, there were many tables, all different pastel colors. Pale yellow curtains and beautiful garlands hung on the wide windows. Pictures of desserts running across the sands were hung on almost every table. Buggy and Catherine were met by a cute hostess with rabbit ears, tail and a nose, dressed in a beautiful orange dress. Catherine noted that the waiters also wore the same ears and tails, but as the uniform they wore kimonos with a picture of carrots. The girl looked around for a table but the cafe was almost completely occupied.

“Maybe we should go home then?” Buggy clearly felt a sense of relief.

Catherine exhaled sadly and was about to leave.

“Wait!” The hostess called out to them.

“Mother fuc~!” Buggy muttered under his breath.

The rabbit girl looked in the booking folder. “We have one table. It's a little in the corner, if it's ok for you.”

“Yes! Yes!! It's perfect for us!” Catherine narrowed her eyes happily and pulled Buggy along with her. He growled in displeasure and rolled his eyes.

The girl led them to their seats, put the menus on the table and left.

“What a nice place! Look! They even have a salt and pepper shaker shaped like a carrot.” Catherine twirled them in her hands. “Oh! Look, there are rabbit tails on the backs of chairs. It's even funny. You're so menacing, but you brought me to such a cozy place. Cairo is very strange. Why do all the staff in this cafe look like rabbits?”

“Because the owner of the fucking place resembles the rabbit girl.” Buggy sighed in dissatisfaction and twirled the menu with his fingers.

“There are even pictures of the best rabbit-waiter of the month! Cool! Thank you for bringing me here!” Catherine wanted to kiss Buggy in his cheek, but he leaned back.

“Yeah.” He answered rather dryly and opened the menu.

“Good evening! I'll be your waiter today.” A skinny girl also wearing the rabbit ears came to the table. “What a~”

“Where have you been? Why so long?” Buggy asked sharply. “Whiskey. Four. No. Five. Better six! With ice.”

“I'll have a glass of white wine, please. And I'll look at the desserts later.” Catherine smiled back at the girl who wrote down their order and then left. “Buggy, what's wrong with you? You answered her rather rudely.”

“Whatever. So what are we going to do now?” Buggy put the menu aside and began to tap his fingers on the table.

“We are gonna communicate.”

“Why couldn't we communicate at home?”

“We will have time to sit at home, Buggy. I like sitting with you here among people.” Catherine looked at visitors who were chatting animatedly about something. “You know, I bet money that if they look at us, they will be jealous. And they'll especially envy me. Look at you! You’re so handsome and flashy in all this makeup. And I’m here with you! Lucky me!” She started stroking his hand.

Buggy glanced at her and pulled his hand back. “Yeah. I know perfectly what they're gonna think.” He gestured to the waiter to add four more glasses of whiskey.

“What? What are you talking about?” Catherine was confused.

“Nothing special.” Buggy looked back towards the bar, waiting for his order. He watched the bartender carefully pour drinks into glasses. “Come on, guys!! Screw fucking aesthetics!!” He said quietly and started kicking his leg.

Catherine looked at Buggy's unhappy face. “Okay! Let's talk about something fun! Better tell me about yourself. When is your birthday? How do you like to celebrate it?”

The waiter quickly brought them drinks and put glasses on the table. Catherine smiled back and shifted her eyes to Buggy, who quickly poured a glass of whiskey into himself.

“Fuck. So much better.” Buggy wiped his mouth, took another glass and twirled it in his hand. “Well. Usually I go to the bar, throw a party, drink too much, eat food and sleep. But actually my birthday is on August 8.”

Catherine sipped her wine and stared at Buggy, clearly expecting him to ask a mutual question. "Okay. My turn again. What do you do in your spare time?"

Buggy shrugged and drank a second portion of whiskey in one gulp. “I don't know. Just go to the bars, throw a party, drink too much, eat food and sleep.”

Catherine flapped her eyes, watching Buggy, who was twirling the empty glass in his hands. “Okay. I'll probably ask again. Your favorite food and drink?”

He scratched his head. “I don't know, Catherine. Beer, whiskey, rum. Food. Meh, hot dogs, I think.”

Catherine kept her eyes on Buggy. “Okay, I'm going to ask again. What was the most idiotic thing you've ever done in your life?”

“Sitting here now.” Buggy muttered under his breath and drank another glass.

Catherine's face changed instantly and became visibly saddened. “You know, I don't think you're very happy I stayed. You're not happy all evening. You didn't want to come here, you yelled at the waiter, reluctantly answering questions. I'm sorry. I imposed it on you. Apparently you just wanted sex and to have some fun with a girl, but I made up that you fell in love with me. Sorry again. I'll go to your place now, pack up my clothes, go to the hotel and go home tomorrow. I don't want to be just another girl on your list.” Catherine felt the tears start to come to her and already began to get up from the table. “Goodbye, Buggy”

“Home?” Buggy raised his head and practically threw the glass on the table. “NO! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! Don't go, please!” He took Catherine's hands. “I’m happy you’re here! I’m really happy!”

“C'mon, Buggy. It's obvious that you're not interested in me.” Catherine tried to pull her hands away, but he clung to them. “You don't ask anything about me. You barely even look at me. Let me go, please. You got what you wanted, and I'm just an idiot.”

“No! No!!” Buggy squeezed Catherine's hands, “I’m interested! You see! I’m looking at you!” He kissed her hands and stared at her. “Don't go! Just tell me what to ask. What do you want me to know about you?”

“What?” Catherine squeaked. “It's up to you to ask what you want to know about me, Buggy!”

“No, tell me what to ask.” He squeezed her hands even tighter.

“Well, I don't know. What do you usually ask girls on dates?”

“I didn't ask anything special. Some. Random. Stuff.” Buggy shrugged and became red. “Well. Random. Stuff. You know. Stuff. Well. Stuff.” He looked away.

Catherine watched Buggy take a sip and became even redder under his makeup. “Dear god! Is this your first date in life? Seriously? You're over 30, Buggy! Oh my god! That's why you're acting so weird. Why didn't you tell me?”

“Go to hell!” Buggy took another glass and began to tap his fingers on it. “I was on dates. We just simply skipped the steps of these fucking cafes, talks and immediately ended up in bed.”

“Na-ah, that won't work for me, clown!” Catherine moved closer to Buggy and put her arm on his shoulder. “I love this fucking romance. I wanna go to cafes and bars with you. I wanna talk to you. I wanna go for walks with you, holding your hand. I wanna sit with you on the beach or couch and hug you. This is how it works for me.”

“I’m not a fan of walking.” Buggy wrinkled his face in disgust. “Where's the fun? You just walk back and forth pointlessly.”

“You just didn't go out with me. Let's walk along the embankment and I will hold your hand. Do you want to try?” Catherine took his hand.

Buggy wanted to pull his hand away, but decided to try to leave it in place. “Well. I want to. Just please don't leave me. I don't want you to leave, cotton candy.” He took Catherine's hands again.

“You really want me to stay with you?”

Buggy nodded several times, kissing her hands.

“Oh, my silly clown,” Catherine started stroking his palm, “you should have told me the truth right away. It's not a big deal that today is your first real date. You’ll learn everything, don't worry, okay?”

He nodded.

“You know, there was a woman who worked in my library. She was first asked out by the cook in our cafeteria when she was fifty. Can you imagine? She married him and now they live happily ever after.” Catherine hugged Buggy's hand and rested her head on his shoulder. “I'm sorry, I said too much. I just got you wrong.”

“Evening is ruined, right?” Buggy carefully placed his hand on her shoulder.

“What? No! You know, I have an idea, let's restart our date!” Catherine took the menu and looked at the food list. “Dear Buggy the Clown, can I have this rainbow chocolate cake and one more glass of wine, please?”

Buggy called the waiter, ordered cake and wine for Catherine, and whiskey with fries for himself.

“So.. W-why are you looking at me?” He glanced at Catherine, who put her hands on the table, resting her chin in her palms, and stared at him with a wide smile.

“Sorry! I'm just glad we cleared things up. I just.. love you!” Catherine wanted to kiss Buggy on the cheek, but he pulled away again and fell to the floor with a thud. “Oh, my God! Are you okay?”

“Little shit! Why are you doing this in public?” Buggy noticed the cafe customers staring at him. “What are you looking at?” He barked, stood up and sat back down on the chair. “Geeez!”

“I'm not doing anything. What's wrong with you, Buggy? Stop running away from me like fire.” Catherine grabbed his head and examined his face. “You're okay. No scratches. I wanted to kiss you on the cheek. What are you scared of? I'm not offering you sex in the cafe.” She saw him start to break into an idiotic smile. “Oh, my God. You would be glad if I suggested it, right? You're disgusting, you know that? I just want you to get it into your twisted blue-haired head that I love you. I really, really love you!”

Buggy looked around. There were quite a lot of people in the cafe. Happy families, happy couples who communicated easily with each other and laughed constantly. And it seemed to Buggy that they were all constantly looking in their direction with condemnation. He leaned over to Catherine and asked quietly. “Listen, Cathie-pie. Hm.. I always have to answer you back to this.. you know.. that L-phrase?”

Catherine stroked the back of his head. “Of course no, my love. If it's difficult for you to talk, or you don't feel very comfortable, don't say. I know! If you want, you can nod in response to me or snap your fingers.”

“I think it’ll work for me.”

“You’ll learn everything.” Catherine gently stroked his cheek. “Can I ask you just one thing. Buggy?” She watched him blink in agreement. “Please, don't let me go a second time.” Catherine was about to kiss him, when the waitress placed a plate with a large piece of cake on the table. “Oh, my cake!!” She clapped her hands happily, and saw how the girl in kimono quickly returned with drinks and fries.

Catherine spun the plate and looked at the cake from all sides. “Yummy!! Now I'm going to taste you, my chocolate baby boy!” She broke off a piece of cake and put it in her mouth. “Oh my god, this is so good!!!” She wrinkled her nose, spreading a smile. “Try it!” Catherine took a piece with her hands and was about to put it in Buggy's mouth, but he leaned back and made a face. “What's wrong, my little bear?” Catherine scowled.

“What are you doing?” Buggy rounded his eyes.

“I just want you to try a piece of cake. Why are you so scared?”

“I understood about the fucking cake, I’m not an idiot. Why are you doing it like that?”

“My flashy fool,” Catherine laughed slightly, “you're so sweet! Couples do this on dates. They feed each other. It's kind of cute. Do you want to try? I'm not offering you poison.” Catherine watched as Buggy shifted his gaze from the spoon to her several times, and then looked around. He exhaled, nodded carefully, and she put a piece of cake into his mouth. “Tasty?” Catherine asked softly, stroking his hair, and smiled widely.

She quickly licked the fingers of her second hand. “So yummy!! I think I'll order one more piece. Can I? Or maybe we can take the whole cake home with us? Let's lie in bed in our pajamas and eat it with spoons.” Catherine ate another large piece and rolled her eyes in pleasure.

Buggy nodded. “You wrinkle your nose when you're happy. I like it.” He blushed and sipped his whiskey.

“Congratulations, Buggy the Clown!” Catherine clapped her hands and squealed quietly. “You gave me the first compliment! I’m so proud of you!”

“What are you talking about, Cathie-pie? I gave you one before.”

“Talking about me in bed is not considered a compliment. A-a-a-nd by the way, this is our first piece of cake together! Oh, oh! I know! Let's celebrate this every year? Catherine and Buggy's Chocolate Cake Day!” She ate another piece and sipped her wine. “Okay, now I have to teach you dating stuff. So, we're gonna chat!”

“To chat?” Buggy ate a couple of fries’ sticks.

“Yeah! Usually on dates, people get to know each other. Like asking questions about your favorite movie, music. For example, what do you do for a living? I know about the circus, but what do you do there? What time do you leave? What time are you coming home? Oh, I’ll go to the library tomorrow and ask them about a job bec~..”

“NO!” Buggy answered rather abruptly and set his whiskey glass on the table with a clatter. “No! You won't go to the library. Only if you want to take the fucking book to read.”

Catherine laughed slightly. “This's ridiculous, Buggy. I have to earn money, you can’t do everything alone.”

“Meh! Work is boring.” Buggy carefully moved the plate of fries towards her.

“But you work!” Catherine noticed this gesture and smiled.

“I said, you won't work.” The last thing Buggy needed was for cute guys to come to Catherine for books.

“Is one handsome guy afraid that men will come to see me in the library? That they will bring chocolates and start flirting with me.” She noticed how his face changed, and he began to run his finger along the rim of the glass. “Holy moly! You're jealous!! I didn't know that you're jealous, Buggy.”

He put several potato sticks in his mouth and tried to hide his anxiety. “I’m not! Stop mocking me! But you will do nothing. I will provide for you myself. Rest, drink wine, take your stupid walks, you can come and see me in my circus anytime you want.”

“Right!” Catherine took a sip and gently touched Buggy's wrist with her fingertips. “You promised me a tour! I would really like to see your circus! Can I come watch the show sometime? I won't interfere, I'll take a ticket somewhere in the last row! I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Buggy tried to behave himself a little bit bravely and placed his hand on Catherine's shoulder. “You're hurting me in the heart, baby. My cotton candy will never sit in the last row. Front row, center. Best row, best seat. Plus, I can finally get rid of the weird guy who looks like a creepy potato in a sack. He keeps sitting in that seat every single show, staring at me and smiling suspiciously. There will be a performance in five days and you're officially invited.”

Catherine smiled and started stroking his palm. “I won't miss it for the world! I'm sure that this will be the best show in the best circus, run by the best, the most talented, the most handsome clown in the world!! My first visit to your show!” She sipped her wine. “Oh! We totally forgot that you can ask me a question. For example.. Hm, I know, I know! When is your birthday, Catherine? Try it.”

Buggy glanced at her with the corner of his eye and exhaled. “Fine! When is your birthday, cotton candy?”

“See? You did great! I’m so proud of you. My birthday is on March, 9.” Catherine watched as he suddenly tensed. “Did I say something wrong? Was I born on some bad day?”

“March, 9? Really? Fuck! This is some kind of mockery of life.” Buggy chuckled, turned his gaze to Catherine, who was blinking her eyes in bewilderment. “Never mind. March, 9. I see.”

“Okay, now you can ask me…” Catherine noticed his confused expression. “Don't look at me like that. Ask anything.”

“I don't know, Catherine, I’m tired. I wasn't prepared for this wave of fucking romance, dialogue and emotions today.” Buggy rolled his eyes and dropped his head on the table. “Fuck! It's so hard. I’m exhausted.”

“Already? But you only asked one question!”

“Later!” Buggy mumbled into the table. “I’m hungry! I'm not gonna fill up on just fries.”

“Fine! Do you want burgers?” Catherine watched him nod and asked the waiter to bring three burgers and one extra. She kissed Buggy's head. “You know, I think you're a romantic at heart. Now you're just too shy to show me that fluffy side of you, and that's why you're acting so weird.”

“I don't have fucking fluffy side, cotton candy! I'm an angry adult man!” Buggy heard by ear the sound of plates being placed on the table.

“Yeah, yeah.” Catherine gently tapped him on his shoulder. “Your food is here, an angry adult man. I ordered three burgers and one extra in case you don't get enough from three.”

Buggy raised his head and looked at the plate with four big, juicy burgers. “Did you order three and one extra just for me?” He looked at Catherine with a silent question in his eyes.

“Of course! You're my favorite clown and I want to take care of you. And I want to see you happy and well-fed. I suspect that a hungry Buggy is an angry or whiny Buggy. I still don't understand what causes your mood swings.” Catherine watched as he happily sniffed the burger and a bit into it. She started stroking his hair. “Tasty?”

Buggy nodded.

“You're so cute. You know what? You can deny it all you want, but I know my clown will take care of me and will give me a romantic date someday that will blow my mind and make me fall in love with you even more, right?”

He shrugged, happily biting another piece of burger.

“I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear." Catherine took a sip.

Buggy nodded in response, and added, chewing the food, “my cotton candy.”

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sukirichi · 4 months ago

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SUKIII I DON’T KNOW WBAT TO FEEL ANYMORE ?!? i wanted a rintarou redemption but then i saw that ending, then it REPULSED ME omfg i love rintarou in general but i have sm anger for him afternthis HE’S SUCH AN ASS I CAN’T BELIEVE I WANTED A REDEMPTION ARC BEFORE READING THIS 😭😭

he’s making me so damn confused, like does he love yn, does he not? why’d he leave?? what is he going to do next?? WHY WONT HE WAKE UP AND SEE IRIS DOESN’T ACTUALLY LOVE HIM!?! like he already realized that but why won’t he leave her instead??? what is he going to do nEXT WHY IS HE SO ANNOYING UGH i cried real tears & i feel so bad for omiyn plsplspls now i js want their end game

though,, as much as i do want the omiyn ending i don’t think yn deserves to stay in the royal family or at least not suffer from it :(( she deserves sm better & i think suna has to do some SERIOUS groveling and... pagbabawi?? LIKE (im not sure what the english of bawi is) HE JUST NEEDS TO DO SOOOOOO MUCH to get me back on his side again ok !!

i’m sorry for this rant omg i have so much emotions after reading ch11 and this is some RAW reactions bcs i wrote this immediately finishing the update 😭😭 i love ur writing style so much, nothing has ever made me /feel/ much like your fics hshwhahqha ILY SUKI THIS IS WHY UR MY FAVORITE

no, i feel you!! its like you want him to do the right thing and stop messing up so redemption arc please but after everything he does, its like... would we still even support him once he’s finally doing the right thing? can he be given a second chance after all that? </3

also help, not all of us crying because of omiyn on that chap and not bcos of suna 😭 but on the last part though, he left and took off his ring because the way the princess looked at him made him feel like she hated him, so he thought he didn’t deserve to be her husband in that moment. n yeah i think pagbabawi is right (?) i am honestly the best at tagalog either bb, i’m sorry ahsjeqndwb. also gosh i AGREE like. i want omiyn ending so bad too but i can’t imagine how it’ll be if she stayed in the royal family. although... if she was married to prince kiyoomi, it honestly wouldn’t be too bad. omi’s already perfected the work life balance and lives a very private life + he’s rich even without his titles so... giggles, he’s perfect, yeah.

aaah please don’t apologize for the long messages or rants, i don’t mind! if anything i love love hearing everyone’s thoughts 🥺 and thank you so much for all the love on dtd, i’m going to melt from everyone’s sweetness 😭

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #long ask #ILY TOO BB thank you so much 🫶🏻

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arabellasleopardcoat · 5 months ago

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My thoughts on episode 3. SPOILERS AHEAD

Brackens and Blackwoods. Isn’t he bloodthirsty? Great introduction to him and the carnage of war. No reason for their hatred against each other.

Rhaenys defending Otto, and nailing it. Warning us about the point of no return. Queen. I wouldn’t forgive it either, though. A bit late.

I love to see the bickering in the council. The tension, the sneering at Criston, the disagreements of Alicent.

Mysaria my beloved! I am not sure if she is playing Rhaenyra or not, but I stand behind her. Revenge, I love. Best motivation. Seasmoke!

Finally Rhaena, but she is getting sent away, to take the boys to Pentos! Bad idea, bad idea. I hate having spoiled myself, now I see her making the decisions that will bring her doom and I shudder.

Daemon in Harrenhal. I like how he clears rooms, but seems very modern. Very graceful, though. Why is it so empty? Well, what an easy surrender, Simon doesn’t have a backbone, but he sure finds it to badmouth Larys, hilarious. Daemon very proud of his proper title, your grace. So he is taking the throne. Interesting. Ugh, what an asshole. I love him and his sarcasm. Excellent delivery. So condescending.

Alys looks regal.

Gwayne! Cole cut his hair for war, it seems. Go on Gwayne, give him the dressing down. I love him. He is so cunty. Three insults in one phrase alone. Going for the brother in law prize, it seems. Cole asks for her favor! I am about to burst, I love love love courtly love! I take back everything bad I said about him.I am actually very invested in Criston and Alicent as of late.

He dares laugh at Rhaenyra! Oh these council members make me want to kill them Assholes. How dare they. Rhaenys I share your indignation. I would bow to you.

My favorite couple so far is Rhaenys and Corlys. Succession issues? Again? Poor Rhaena, being sent away for not having a dragon and being disdained. At least she has dragon eggs,

I loved Team Black costumes this episode. But once again, the writing is biased towards them. They are portrayed in a manner that makes them by far more likable. It’s giving… Starks versus Lannisters, if the Lannisters got everything fun about them taken away.

Helaena surprisingly showing class conscience or however it is spelled in English. Between her and Aegon, they would have the second URSS going on. Alicent and Aegon are as out of touch with reality as usual. Larys is smart. I’ll give him that. My god. Poor Aegon, with that Kingsgyard.

Aemond and Aegon run into each other in the brothel. Well. Aemond is very confident. This is a disaster, and Aemond looks very tense at the teasing. Awkward!!!

Gwayne is a brat. She almost had them!

Rhaenyra refuses to make the first move. Frustrating. Probably to improve her character as a good queen but still. So much like Viserys too.

Daemon gets to know Harrenhal’s hospitality, it seems. Young Rhaenyra! A godswood, and Alys foretelling death.

And she insists on talking with Alicent. Interesting that Alicent sent the raven first. Out of all things, a Septa? In the Sept, truly? I am losing my mind. The start of the conversation seems right. Alicent looks a Rhaenyra as if she is insane, and she sort of is. Oh, so this is the leak!!! It was right!!!! Emma and Olivia are great! Alicent you fucked up! And refuse to admit it.The leak must have been a first draft, or something that happens later on. For the first time I won’t complain of the ending.

#useful for my writing #hotd episode 3 #hotd #hotd spoilers

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recurring-polynya · 2 years ago

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Writing/Art Update 3/14/2023

So. The fanfic.

Man, when I started writing fanfic, I would just think up a story and write it, no plan, only write. It was fun. I think most people write fanfic this way. Anyway, I don't know if my brain broke, or if I just used up all my good material, or what, but the more fanfic I wrote, the more work it takes. I am now a regular outliner, even though I hate it. Anyway, I have reached a new level of Using Things I Learned in English class, in the sense that I think I'm going to actually make a second (third?) draft.

I hate this for me.

Anyway, the upshot is that I've got, like, 90% of the scenes written. There are still 4 that need endings (including the final one), and I think I might need a few more scenes, but I'm not sure exactly what they should be. I have some notes for what they might be. I realized while writing this that the penultimate scene/chapter of a fanfic is often the most important one, and I'm not happy with the one I have, so I gotta figure that out.

In any case, though, the problem I have at the moment is that, partially as a consequence of writing this thing one sentence at a time, is that it's not necessarily coherent. The first thing I need to do is actually read it, top to bottom. Some of the scenes need to get moved around chronologically (I knew this when I wrote them). I need to figure out if this thing has any sort of trajectory or arc to it. If I can do that, I think it will help me figure out what scenes I still need, and how to end the ones I need to end. I am mildly embarrassed, but I think I am going to start yet another doc for this, but maybe if I call it a "draft", it won't be so bad.

I feel like once I get to the other side of this process, I'll have the end in sight and I'll feel a lot better about this thing, but it's very intimidating at the moment. Among the worst writing feelings I have is "there is something wrong with this story and I don't know how to fix it" and I know I have to pass through that valley.

Weekly numbers: Current word count is 15,457 (which includes a few hundred trash words). I guess I didn't write down my exact word count last week, but that somewhere on the order of +2000-2400. I guess that also includes some that were pasted over from the original doc. It doesn't really matter, a lot of those words were hard fought, and I feel okay about the amount of effort I put in this week, especially considering I had other stuff going on. I also wrote 500 words on the spicy fanfic.

I said I was going to draw this week and I didn't do a lot, but I did do a couple of Mike Mignola skull studies. Little P said these were "some cool skulls, Mom", which was nice, since she hated my Menos ("I don't like the hands. I don't like the witch nose. I don't like them.") Anyway, a lot of improvement between sketch 1 and sketch 2 and I finally found an excuse to use my "photocopy error" brushes. Gonna try to do a few more of these, maybe even see if I can manage to do an actual drawing in this style.

Hrrrnnnngggh, did I promise you a preview this week? This would be easier if I had already read the fanfic, the thing I have been dreading.

UGH, brb.

Okay, I'm back, I found one that'll do. If you missed it last week, this story is about the time Rukia and Renji spent at the District 70 Consolidated Shinigami Recruitment Station, trying to get pre-approval to travel north and take the Shin'ou Entrance Exams. The title is either going to be Go Places or Stay with Me, Go Places, I haven't decided yet. Either way, it's after the New Pornographers song that I listened to incessantly while writing this.

They have each been given a set of practice clothing-- sturdy cotton kimonos and hakama. Even though she’s wearing the smallest set Mr. Mochida had, Rukia’s hakama are pulled up under her armpits and still drag on the ground. This is somewhat humiliating.

Renji, on the other hand, looks perfect in his, like whoever invented hakama did so with him in mind. Furthermore, he’s holding an actual wooden practice sword like he died with one in his hands. Renji has been habitually picking up sticks and swinging them around the entire time she’s known him. It is obvious to Rukia that he belongs here, that he was meant for this. His face looks like all his dreams have finally come true.

Mr. Mochida holds his own sword expertly and calmly. “Go ahead,” he says, patiently.

Renji runs at him swinging.

Mr. Mochida blocks the blow, pushing Renji off to one side. He shakes out his sword arm. “Good. Again.”

Renji has no skill at swords, but he has a lot of enthusiasm, and he has a lot of strength. Mr. Mochida doesn’t seem to have even broken a sweat by the time Renji is panting and exhausted, but he claps her friend on the shoulder and tells him he has a lot of talent.

Don’t tell him that! Rukia wants to scream. He’ll be unbearable!

“You’re next, Miss Rukia.”

Renji comes to take her place on the sidelines as Rukia takes up her own sword. It’s puny compared to the one Renji carries, and it’s still too long for her.

“You can do it,” he tells her. “You just have to push part of yourself into the sword, make it stronger.”

She nods, as if that makes any damn sense.

Rukia tries to imitate Mr. Mochida’s stance, knees slightly bent. She contemplates the weapon in her hands. It’s not a rock or a shard of glass or even a shiv. It’s just for practice, but it’s the size and shape of a weapon and you can certainly hurt someone with it. You and me, Rukia thinks at the sword. We can do some damage, you and me.

Push part of yourself into the sword. Maybe that’s not such nonsense after all.

She charges.

#writing update #art update

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michyeosseo · 2 years ago

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looking back…….

uncharacteristically, i took a hiatus in 2022. despite bouts of inactivity, by instinct, i turn to gifsets as my personal reprieve but this year has been doubly heavy (which must hold true for a lot of us by now). chronic fatigue left the latter, greater chunk of the year a blur. oof. stress aside, i have completed a couple of releases this year. this post is somehow most of them. though if you ask me to fill up any sort of bingo, please, i decline.

still in the process of retrieving my giffer groove back so may this write-up inspired by my brilliant mutuals suffice.

a preview of the titles you'll be able to read underneath. four dramas sorted chronologically... those that i remember finishing (important criteria!!) and to round them off, one i am in the midst* of watching. there's another that i omitted to not do an overlong list but a shoutout to the ever-charming law of the lady.

pride & price

feb-mar | 29 episodes @ youku

Female virtue is not morality but a ghost of the old ages. Why are labels for women so specific and detailed? Do we have to sit in the right seat? Do we have the right to refuse to be any kind of perfect woman?

if you were wondering why this, out of the blue, became my tumblog title you probably weren't but here's the reason: i was just that into it. i got winded into following its daily stream timing (10pm sharp) roped a friend in, too hahaha no but seriously, 'girlbosses in the fashion industry' seem like most stale premise but who knew a cdrama had what it takes for it to not be made basic. the <blossom> magazine being on the cusp of medium change in the year 2016/2017 - print versus online. ideals it stands for contested by how the target audience can relate versus how much profit they can rake in. fractures forming within the staff and at the eye of the storm is who gets to be the new editor. the two candidates: miranda chen kaiyi and helen xiao hongxue. yes, i put their english names there not just as decor. we start the series acquainted with kaiyi, complete with a devil wears prada-esque intro. she’s exacting to down to the minute details, she’s the public face of the publication except she signs off as the deputy editor. the parent company assigns the chief editorship of the besieged magazine to the person at the helm of the successful hongkong branch, hongxue. her alliance (or supposed defeat) is the key to win <blossom>.

besides the main leads, the ensemble consists of ladies in positions ranging from human resources head down to the rookie assistants. different degree of darlings the <blossom> squad may be with the vision admirably determined but the 29eps can still be trimmed down imho. i could go on and on (towards spoiling the entire thing) but what i'll say is the vermin masquerading as men who surrounded them, expecting catfights, were bound to lose. thoroughly. why? they were blinded by insecurity projections. also because they cannot fathom that women naturally are inclined to admire other women, that strength stems from being cognizant of mutual sorrows. plus, they're not privy to the wooing power of chocolate.

the legendary life of queen lau

jun-jul | 36 episodes @ viki

There are no fairies in this world. But even if there is a fairy, it would be me.

LAMU (jackie li) IS A STAR. let me state that for the record. i am very salty the webdrama's all but buried under controversies (ugh, plural) because it brought me so much unbridled joy. queen lau was so unserious it has a palace p.a. system with functions such as weather forecasts, sports commentary, serenades, etcetera like... heylo?

heipang, a countryside girl prodded by her mother (to fix their local village curse) heads to the capital to be wedded. there, she finds out her longtime penpal/betrothed boy is the new emperor and only hitch to her happily ever after is he does not really know her. sorta hates her existence, even. she meets her father first, the chief counselor aka the antagonist, she's christened a new name befitting the nation's phoenix. she meets a handmaid, she becomes steadfast on her side ever since. the dowager empress, she leaves an even greater impression as untraditional daughter-in-law. she meets her half-sister, she bonds with her thus averting a rivalry. she meets her husband's motley crew (the royal chef, the chief guard, the court physician), she wrecks them before lunch. you get the gist. her same-age castmates, limited acting aside, were carried by the fact lamu's so adept in comparison. i appreciate a comedy that doesn't try that hard in the outrageous department. 'twas possible because of her pun timing, her reactions, her charisma - anyone with sense would be buying the fantasy. i say fantasy but it's the core message: that liu jinfeng's self-assured enough to ignore/convert her detractors as she dances. the lovely queen leading the entire palace during catchy dance sequences, that's quite novel, isn't it?

sleep with me

aug | 6 episodes @ iwanttfc

Tower ka ba? Because Eiffel for you.

gorgeous poster, yes/yes? here's another from their promo spread. hailing from the writing and direction of samantha lee is a project i had my eye on since its announcement. of her two films i previously saw, my reception were polar opposites. hence, cautious, i approached what is to be my third filipino gl series. [previous ones were betcin and fluid. pearl next door is in my list, promise, i just haven't gotten around to continuing so it's fairer not to count it yet.]

if you've seen my billie & emma gifset before, harry & luna's story is like that but grown up. not an exact copy since i thought that was meant for lil' unknowing queer me but the same cinematic, almost nostalgic lens applies. harry is a nighttime dj and luna is a... well... vampire. the pace is just right and soft (without insulting) kind of coddling. finally, a lovi poe acting thing i can sit down for where i can be mesmerized without suffering a cheating/stealing husbands storyline. janine gutierrez has the brightest smile, beautiful like the moon. they both had spaces to grow in the narrative and if there's one thing direk sam and i will find sure common ground is her punctuating that with the perfect soundtrack. of course, it would be a crime if that wasn't the case, their meet-cute was at a radio station. local sapphic references are just bound to hit different *wipes tear* a fitting august gift.

glitch

oct | 10 episodes @ netflix

I can't let them take you. I'm taking you with me.

i love, love, love how all my mutuals went, "jeon yeobin and nana lesbians" after the vague initial boyfriend-ghosted-her-and-she-stumbles-into-an-alien-cult synopsis came out. ironically, we didn't even need to be ribbing each other 'cause they were, in fact, e.t. enthusiasts reconnected~ with obvious next step: risking it all by choice. not sorry about all of this, donghwi.

negl don't really have notes about glitch (minus the usual problem where kdramas don't edit out superfluous footage). they did everything better than any given entry of the ntflx originals roster so if there's one kdrama you should pick up from their catalogue this year, let it be this zany adventure and i promise you won't be disappointed.

she loves to cook and she loves to eat

dec | 10 episodes @ furritsubs

My neighbor two doors down... is an incredible, one-in-a-million gal!?

my friend who loves kinou nani tabeta recommended this. saw the first two episodes as of this post but i have read the manga, gobbled that up with a quickness.

*you can gauge how anticipatory i am of an adaptation if i go and seek out the source material... some cases, it ruins things for me lol but i am of the belief if they're done well, they'd hold up on their own merit with/without changes when i compare.

in the case of tsukutabe, from what i've seen, the dialogue and interactions were lifted right from manga page to the actresses doing the scenes. yes, scenes upon scenes about enjoying heavenly food. fluffy af, the notion of finding an avenue of bonding in this day and age of tightly packed yet ever-distant neighbors. nomoto and kasuga have unrelated jobs but happen to notice each other in their daily comings and goings – the whiff of her cooking, the common denominator. i will be taking my time with this series so i'm unlikely to finish this before new year's eve but i just want to mark it having aired on nhk, a public channel in japan. the creator emphasizes how cooking as a hobby isn't only a means to be someone's proper wife/mother + portions of food mustn't be treated according to gendered prejudice but it should be up one's pleasure and capability to eat. i know many more shared meals await them and that thought makes me feel lighter already. all it took was some courage to ask for her to find what she was searching.

#as you can notice i've had a mostly cdrama year #*carrie fisher voice* qm you're my only ho (￣▽￣)/♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪#funnily enough the blur phenomena really did a number on me and these are really what i can only recall #in a way i guess is a fairer gauge than opening up tvtime/mdl and being a bean counter #they're recs if you want them to be #don't be shy and let's talk if you watched/are watching/will watch them ^^

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countrymusiclover · 2 years ago

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70 - Fighting the Bite

Part 71

Her Life Means Everything

Sorry for the wait writer's block sucks. Send in any ideas you'd like to see ❤️

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus @dragonixfrye @samsgirl93 @elijahmikaelsonbitch

Rubbing my neck I moaned, hating the feeling of getting it snapped and it was even worse that it was my husband and mate who had done it. Slowly moving my gaze around the room I could see that it was a large hotel room. Rising to my feet I looked out the window seeing it was broad daylight until I heard someone speaking behind me. “Je commençais à m’ennuyer en attendant que tu te réveilles, Maddison" (I was getting rather bored waiting for you to wake up, Maddison)

"Je n’ai pas fini mes cours de français. Pouvez-vous parler en anglais s’il vous plaît ?" (I didn't finish my French classes. Can you speak in English please?) I shook my head trying to remember the little bit of French that I knew from high school.

Turning around on my heels I already knew who it was by the tone of their voice. Throwing my hair over my shoulders seeing my husband standing before me. His blue eyes trained on me like I was some prey he was hunting. “If you’re so insistent then that must mean you are choosing to join me.”

“I’m not turning it off, Niklaus. How many times must I say that. I won’t go down that road again.” I snapped back at him with a glare.

My husband titled his head to the side with a smirk. He brushed his fingers over part of my neck so when he pulled back showing me that there was still some blood on them. "I would have thought that you would be begging by now for me to heal that bite. The effects will only start to get worse and unbearable."

"Niklaus Mikaelson how dare you! I am your mate. Your love and wife!" Pushing past him I moved my hair to the other side going to the bathroom mirror seeing that he had really bitten me.

He slumped down on a couch in the corner tapping his fingers on the armrests with one leg crossed over the over smirking in my direction. "And you refuse to listen to me. I mean come on, Maddie. Humanity must be killing you. You were asked to run an entire school while your sister ran all over the Earth hoping to find a solution to her daughter's merge. Then our daughters had to turn it off because Nikola killed her soulmate. Honestly you should be drowning in emotions."

"Well I'm not, Klaus! I won't take away the only part that makes me still be human. I did it once and it nearly broke me to deal with all the damage that I had created….now I am asking you to please come back to me. Turn it back on and help me reach our children." I begged him, clasping my hands together over my mouth.

He vamped up to his feet shoving me in between his body and the wall where I grunted on the impact. “I’m the Hybrid, love. I have more strength than you. I’m faster and smarter than you. If I wished to kill you I would do so right now without a second thought. I don’t need anyone.”

“Then why haven’t you?” I croaked out softly meeting his blue eyes. Moving my hands over his wrist I wrapped my fingers around it knowing he wasn’t using all of his strength now. “If you wanted me dead you would have killed me like you said. But you haven’t and that isn’t like you…You don’t have it in you because you now have that you care about more than yourself.”

He shoved himself away growling under his breath showing me his hybrid eyes. “You’re out of your mind, Maddie. What makes you think that I will care if you die. You have given me my children, who are adults now basically. I don’t need you to have fun with my switch flipped.”

“You think that you can live without me but that’s a lie.” Moving around the room I reached down into my boot revealing a tiny stake that I had taken from Alaric’s weapon system hidden in the bookshelf in his office. Twirling it in my fingers I met his gaze hoping that this worked like last time. “Well let’s see if you can handle the pain of possibly dying again…ugh mom.”

Over my husband’s shoulder I could see her standing there wearing her policeman outfit. She slowly walked up to me where I shuttered not expecting to see her again. “How could you let this happen, Maddie. How could you let your children become monsters? I gave my blessing to that hybrid to let him marry you and you let them kill people.”

“I didn’t mean to do anything, mom. I - I’m trying to fix it.” I responded toward her ignoring that Klaus had walked around me sipping some blood from a glass watching me basically talk to the wall.

My mother stomped up, slapping me across the face and throwing the tiny stake across the room. Which in reality was just me throwing it away myself. “You’re not doing a good job. If anything I will say it is your fault and that you should be the one to suffer.”

“You don’t mean that, mom.” I shook my head sniffing some tears that were falling down my face.

“Who the hell are you talking to, Mads. Oh that’s right I don’t care about healing you of your precious werewolf bite. Unless you turn it off. Piece of advice: hallucinations can be a nasty side effect from what I heard from Damon Salvatore.” Klaus whispered in my ear where I sucked in a breath turning my head so our noses were brushing up against each other.

“Shut up, Nik. I said bloody no!” I raised my voice at him before I turned my head back to focus on my dead hallucination of my mother. “Now what are you talking about, mom. I won’t flip my switch if that’s what you want.”

She lifted her hand up grabbing my hand that had my twin and also known as my daylight ring on it. “Take this off for a moment and maybe it will snap you out to figure out how to fix the problem. Or realize that this could have been avoided if you never gave birth to Tribrids.”

“I’m not gonna do that. And my children are not monsters. They are good.” I spat in her face turning my hands into fists until I felt dizzy and I stumbled backwards against the window. “Agh Nik please I’m begging you… make this stop!”

He bends down on a knee lifting my left hand in his twirling the ring in between his fingers. “Sssh love. Take your ring off for a brief moment and stand in the sunlight. Then I will heal you from the bite.”:

“Nik, you can’t be serious. You won’t let me die in the sunlight. We love each other and we are mated for life. You’ll feel it too-“ I attempted to say but he slid it off rising to his feet while I remained pressed up against the corner where the sun wasn’t coming through.

He leaned forward dangling the ring in front of my face where I reached for it but he yanked it back and kept it away from my reach. “Ah ah nice try, Mads. But here’s what we are going to do. Either you do as I say and get this back or I let you die from the werewolf bite. It’s your choice.”

Blinking some tears through my eyes seeing that his facial expression hasn’t changed. No matter what I say until I snap him back to normal he won’t care what happens to me. “Klaus, just so you know. I still love you, always and forever.” Rising to my feet he stepped back watching me take two steps toward the window feeling the burning the second I was in the sun. I screamed crying heavily until someone shoved me against the bed where I gasped, locking my eyes onto the baby blues.

“Maddie, bloody hell. I'm sorry - I’m so sorry.” He croaked, hovering over me reaching into his pocket grabbing my ring and doing his best to put it back on.

I gasped, releasing some happy tears hearing the change in his voice. Moving my hands up I ran my ring through his hair pulling his head down to rest his forehead against mine. “Sssh it’s alright. I know it wasn’t you, Nik….I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, Mads.” He declared, crashing his lips down onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him back where he started to tear my shirt until the phone was ringing like crazy. “You gotta be kidding me!”

Reaching for my phone from the side table I sat up answering the call. “Who is this?”

“Auntie Mads, it’s Lizzie. Your crazy daughter killed me. And now I am freaking sired to her!” I recognized the voice of one of my nieces. Klaus sat up and we both couldn’t hear her heartbeat meaning something must have happened.

Running a hand through my hair I dared to ask. “Lizzie, what are you saying?”

“I’m a Heretic. Half witch and half vampire.” She replied back.

Looking at my husband a smirk grew on his face when he started chucking at her response. “She’s a hybrid now.” Hanging up the phone I knew we had to find our daughters and get them back before they destroyed the world in blood.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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gnatlistens · 2 years ago

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30-day song challenge! (PART 2)

heyohello welcome to pt 2! creds to @/eggtaurus on instagram

DAY 1: a song that represents you

jealousy, jealousy -- olivia rodrigo i can't think of one omg. song that describes an aspect of me the most i guess (but i wouldn't want people to know me as this ..)

DAY 2: a song to play at a party

everybody talks -- neon trees omg. depends on the party but i think people would be the most accepting of this one, but any from my neon playlist would work (my playlists describing vibes are finally put to use!!)

DAY 3: a song title with the name of a food

豆浆油条 -- jj lin the first one i thought of LMAOOO. it's means bean paste and fried pastry, english title: perfect match

DAY 4: an old song

amore che nasce -- piero piccioni (1967) i had to dig through to find an app that sorts my music by release date. anyways this is the oldest one i could find. i'm NOT putting running up that hill even if it kills me. i might as well list an old-ass classical piece like mozart

DAY 5: a song that makes you feel nostalgic

youtube

piano -- ariana grande i feel like i've listened to this a lot but i did not,, basically all the songs in my being sentimental playlist though

DAY 6: a song about love

youtube

色香水 -- yoh kamiyama

any romance soundtrack would fit lmaoo but this was the first one off my ♡! ? playlist! title means: colour perfume

DAY 7: a song from the year you were born

童話 -- michael wong

i'm spending so much more time on this challenge than the previous one UGH. anyways slay !! a classic

DAY 8: a song title w/ the name of a person

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship) -- studio killers

i know another jenny song omg why is that name so popular. also that one beatles song

DAY 9: a song that cheers you up

passcode -- jannine weigel

love the vibes

DAY 10: a song you never get tired of

youtube

notgonnalie -- shye

immediate answer would have been sparkle, but i used that already. ugh this is getting hard

DAY 11: a song you used to like but now hate

dynamite -- BTS

umm i don't keep track of songs i hate. maybe bts songs bc of the fandom but i didn't particularly like them, they were just decent

DAY 12: a song you want to play at your wedding

promise of the world -- chieko baisho

howl's moving castle theme would work too but i want to appreciate this :) i imagine this would be played at howl and sophie's wedding HAHHAS

DAY 13: a song you discovered this year

youtube

hasta los dientes -- camila cabello, maria becerra

doing a song released this year instead, i did discovered alr

DAY 14: the last song you've listened to

youtube

room at the table -- charlie lim

i'll do this after i'm done with the rest of the days edit: okay a song i thought of while searching for songs!! it didn't make into any of the days but i just listened to it! yes it's that ndp song :D

DAY 15: a song with a title you like

youtube

don't miss me -- claire rosinkraz

honestly i think i just like the cover (her blowing bubblegum) which makes me like the title

DAY 16: a song for running away from home

carrying you (from laputa) -- joe hisaishi

kind of about running away from home LOL. original song is called innocent though

DAY 17: a song title with an acronym

IDGAF -- boywithuke ft. blackbear

UM the first one i thought of was YMCA.. but this one is better

DAY 18: a song title with 1 word

youtube

phonecase -- shye

easy one FINALLY

DAY 19: a song that sounds better w/ headphones

youtube

still trying -- shye

honestly all shye songs are better with headphones bc the vocals hit harder

DAY 20: a song for stargazing

stargazing -- kygo, justin jesso

LMAO i said mirror was good for stargazing yesterday. anyways what about a song called stargazing !! it's quite sad though

DAY 21: a song for the beach

youtube

summer on you -- PRETTYMUCH

hmm i think hype songs would be better? depends on the mood, if it's chilling on the beach any stream cafe/lofi, if i want to hang out w friends i'll choose this!!

DAY 22: a song about friendships

you've got a friend in me -- randy newman

i'm sorry

DAY 23: a song for breakups

youtube

you broke me first -- tate mcrae

iconic. first song from tate that got me invested

DAY 24: a song by one of your favorite artists

pretty please -- dua lipa

brb after random number generating my top 20 artists i got 14: dua lipa

DAY 25: a song you sent to someone

itim -- shye

yeah i remember this one clearly. they didn't give a shit. well i do!! shye is now one of my top artists, this was one of the songs that got me hooked

DAY 26: a cover of a song

perfect / style -- jonah baker

mashup time!! mashups >> covers

DAY 27: a song about being angry

GO TO HELL -- clinton kane

a recent one i just added to my playlists !! memorably angry

DAY 28: a song to play while running

rumours -- jake miller

neon playlist saves the day again

DAY 29: a song to play during a date

a journey (a dream of flight) -- joe hisaishi

♡! ? playlist again. time to link it since i keep using that

DAY 30: a song you want to share

vultures -- evanturetime, linying, charlie lim

WOOO LAST ONE!! evanturetime is really good and criminally underrated

i tried not to use wdw this time HAHSH uh i'm kind of running out of good recs for songs .. watch me recommend a whole album 😭😭 had to stop myself from including another kimi no na wa soundtrack. i also need to cut down on shye omg i keep going back to the same few artists

#reposting my old posts #song challenge #summary #long post #Youtube #pop

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IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE LONG ASKS BC I DO TOO!!! LIKE AS A YAPPER I HAVE THINGS TO SAY AND I WILL SAY THEM 🔫🔫🔫 ANYWAYS!!!! LAST ASK OF THE DAY BEFORE I FINISH EATING AND RAWDOG TWO CHAPTERS OF CHEM NOTES AND THEN MORE I HOPE

ONE THING I NOTICED IS THAT IM ALWAYS EATINF WHILE SENDINF ASKS TO PEOPLE?? LIKE IM SENDING AN ASK TO NESS AND IM EATING LUNCH OR BREAKFAST OR SOMETHINF AND EVEN NOW!! IM EATING LUNCH🫢🫢🫢

anyways just remembered i have school on saturday i think i shall Cry BUT CONTINUING

about the movies!! at heart ive always been a marvel baby <- one of the reasons why i didnt branch out of anything really but i love love love marvel sm!! or i love the older movies.. new ones just dont hit the same

like last month i saw your ask title (underoos) and so i watched the clip from civil war and almost SOBBED the nostalgia omfg WHATS UR FAVOURITE MARVEL MOVIE btw!! mine is the winter soldier <333 or age of ultron or the original avengers OR RAGNAROK OR THE GUARDIANS I LOVE THE GUARDIANS SM ALL THEIR MOVIES R 10/10 ALWAYS as u can see i was like hardcore a fan <3 irs so embarrassing like i have marvel tshirts and a (broken) mjolnir keychain and a bunch of original comics and a thor funko and a loki badge pin thing (but i lost?? it?? i think????) AND I READ LIKE AT LEAST 500 COMIC ISSUES OVER 2020-2022 AND THE SHOWS WERE ALSO<3333 like me and my sister would watch them together ,, good times..

I WENT OFF ON SUCH A TANGENT WHAT THE HECK!!!! I WAS GOING TO SAY recently i watched american psycho and it was like,, cool i enjoyed it except for the smex and also my english teacher talking about health and giving us unnecessary unasked for therapy(?( bc i was actually watching it in (online) english class. ALSO I STARTED WTACHING MEAN GIRKS TODAY BC ONLINE CLASS AGAIN BUT THEN THE ENGLISH TEACHER GOT WEIRD SO I HAD TO LOCK IN TO SAVE THE CLASS (i succeeded)

MY BIRTHDAY IS MARCH 16TH IT'S PRETTY CLOSE TO URS AND MAYBE IM WEIRD FOR THIS BUT WHENEVER SOMEONE TELLS ME THEIR BDAY I (INVOLUNTARILY) CALCULATE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM IN A YEAR AND I MUST SAY ITS A VERY SATISFYING TIME DIFFERENCE (IM WEIRD!!!! I KNOW!!!!! math kid moment) ANYWAYS I SHOULD STOP USING ALL CAPS LIKE THIS and go study BYE <33

best of luck with chem and school !! more under the cut again lmao

the eating while sending asks is ipad kid behavior but don’t get me wrong that’s not an insult I’m right there with u .. call it multitasking or something I guess? ??

I’m gonna put the movie recs last because I will geek tf out and forget about everything else ,, MCU AAAAA YES I GREW UP ON THOSE MOVIES THEY HAVE MY HEART !!!! IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR A MARVEL RAMBLE ANY DAY ANY TIME !!! age of ultron is my fav avg film but my hyperfixation on spidey in general has me attached to nwh <3 ITS THE CAMEOS FOR ME + THE CINEMA EXPERIENCE WAS CRAZY 😭 andrew and tobey trigger nostalgia like nothing else .. underoos was a nod to my favorite dynamic in the mcu (peter & tony) <3333 i love how i said I’d talk movies last but I’m already typing all this out like a maniac ,, anyway

hemsworth was my first celebrity crush so i get the thor love 100%, tho i hated love and thunder with a passion ‼️ that movie — HARD flop. ragnarok was great

I can’t not mention wandavision the graphics were insane and there was so much wasted potential for it to just end like that :// I was so frustrated ugh .. I haven’t seen daredevil (though I want to), and shehulk looks terrible. got bored of tfatws

LOKI OH MY GOD LOKI WAS INCREDIBLE HELLO THE PLOT ?? I’m a sucker for plot twists and unpredictability cause I have good intuition (sounds like a positive, but not when you’re watching something) LOKI WAS SO GOOD THOUGH. this is where my movie recs start :)

if you liked loki, please please watch everywhere everything all at once.

if you liked mean girls, watch 10 things I hate about you, the breakfast club (<3), clueless, how to lose a guy in 10 days, pretty woman

for american psycho, watch the social network, fight club, x + pearl + maxxxine, kill bill, maybe .. pulp fiction? <- check the content warnings for each of these though !!!

my general recs are the grand budapest hotel, goodfellas, little women (2019), moonstruck, challengers, and juno !!

oh and this is incredibly random ,, I think you’d maybe like whiplash (2014) if you haven’t seen it — just based off of vibe

the best ones are bolded in red !! i know these are a lot sorry 😭😭😭😭😭 this is my happy topic and if u don’t give me the specific mood ur in I go crazy

AND MARCH 16 !!! GOT IT !!! <3 all my love

#♥︎ ‘𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 !!’ (𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞)#— lina !! ♡

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🐣🐣🐣 anon hereeeee. ok??? why’s haechan so cocky i hate him 🙄🙄😒😒 who does he think he is… (he’s hot) i liked the chapter a lot btw i love all your smaus (two i think) ☹️☹️ sometimes i search for a smau and js find really ugly ones (no offense i truly mean no offense with this) while yours are js so… accurate to the real app? like for imessages and twitter they look EXACTLY like the app itself

ok enough, yesterday i was about to fall asleep and i asked myself whether or not, after how popular stg got, did u choose the title to ptp thinking of what “abbreviation” (idk if thats the right word in english) people would use with it? like whether it would sound good or not?

i hope you’re doing great again and having a fun or light week. if you find yourself in a position of struggle, a break is always a good idea. be mindful of your own worth and make sure to not let people make you feel less than what you deserve 😠 take care and be healthy, goza de salud y amor!

about my ppt and test… i can say that thursday and friday were the worst ones. on thursday i have 5 classes, from which i did 4 “tests” (idk how to say it in english but i mean 4 different ways to give me a grade), PE saved me that day. at friday i was supposed to have 3 classes and 3 “tests”, but my personal bff (art teacher) gave us one more week to deliver the project so yay, i did ok in my spanish test and the history ppt was ass.

ok i got a little mad here sorry for the rambling

i had to speak on the URSS’ economy during and after WW2 but my other classmates took 3/4 of the whole class for their own fun presentations so i had to keep my part going after bell rang :( ugh i was so stressed and i messed up and made a weird noise like “eek” and the whole class laughed… that was embarrassing. also we use canva for presentations like these and my friend (A) kept telling me that my completely normal slide was ugly and that she would change it, i told her not to and she kept insulting me… my other friend (M) defended me tho. then the next morning my other friend (R) changed the ENTIRE presentation —not just my slides— and my best friend (J) got mad at her and protested (which is something i cant do cause im a little shy or ashamed to stand out for myself), but R yelled at her and insulted the way her slides looked, J changed her tone but wasn’t screaming, at this point i didn’t gaf anymore but i got mad at the fact that R was disrespecting J, so i screamed a little too hard at R scolding her for not being able to defend herself without screaming… i think i made her feel bad bc all of my friends stayed quiet after that :( im struggling cause at some point she kinda deserved it for being so rude, but at the same time maybe i got too carried away ☹️

but i did well on most of my “tests” this week! i like to think it was all thanks to you and your good wishes :)

do you ever get strokes reading my messages? im sorry if u do… i get nervous when sending u asks :( i swear im better at english than u may think… also i think i talked way too much im sorry if it bothers u, dont feel obligated to answer 💗💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

- love, 🐣 anon ! <3

ps: i think this is my longest ask yet… maybe longer than the first one i sent u about how much i loved stg? the long ass one……… idk! i hope u have fun reading my beef ig…….. love ya!

you might think i’m lying but truly, that’s not what crossed my mind while coming up with the title loll. i knew that i wanted a witty title that related to the story and the genre of the story just like stg was, and the whole concept of ptp is that y/n moves to a cheaper apartment where she can pay the rent while also having to deal with haechan. pay the price = LITERALLY pay the price of her apartment but ALSO paying the price that is having haechan disturb her peace, pretty witty right? it was honestly just a coincidence that it ended up being three words as well as having a nice abbreviation lmao

he’s hot and i he will be hotter in the future too unfortunately. thank you for liking it so far tho as well as my other smaus (literally only stg) ALSO I FEEL YOU ON THAT PART tbh i’m so accustomed to the social maker twitter lay out and messages that whenever i see another format it catches me off guard lmao, but people are just using what they can, and it’s the story that counts in the end i guess.

you’re always so cute i can’t help but smile :)) i’m doing good and i have a two week holiday soon so i’m even more happy, i would never let anyone make me feel less than i am, but if i ever do i’ll remember your words!!!

THAT SOUNDS LIKE ACTUAL HELL omg exam season is so stressful, i hope you don’t feel too much under pressure 😭 i’m happy your art teacher gave you guys extra time for your work, MAKE SURE TO USE YOUR TIME WISELY IM SERIOUSSS you don’t wanna give your worst and face the consequences!! and i’ll even personally pray for you ^^ YOU GOT THIS LOVELYYY and im glad you did well on your others :)

what the fuckkk :(( first off all, that’s such an unfortunate situation to be put in, your classmates are immature as hell for that but i wouldn’t believe that they were laughing at you, perhaps it was just the awkwardness but i’m sure it wasn’t meant to belittle you, still, that’s mean and immature as hell. your supposed friends need to learn how to respect you because if you told them that you didn’t want your slides changed, there really shouldn’t be an issue with that like wtf why would she insult you as a response.. weird. i personally don’t think you’re in the wrong, clearly friend R thought they could boss you guys around and was seeking issues for no reason, all that WHILE being mad for some reason like no need to raise your voice. i hope you’re okay :( don’t think about it too much you’re amazing and i’m sure you’re slide was fine ^^ i have used canva before too and it’s not like you can make the most outstanding slides on there anyways so WHO CARESSSS

whenever i see your asks i just smile because your words are always so sincere and it’s the fact that you go out of your way to type it all even if english isn’t technically your first language, NO STROKES DONT WORRY! i would feel shitty if i didn’t respond to you, i would always respond don’t worry ^^ this was long but i don’t mind, again it’s really cute YOURE SO CUTE ANON

#asks.#from 🐣 anon #( pay the price )#YOU GOT THISSSS

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plantdad-dante · 8 months ago

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Book #145 - Der Schimmelreiter by Theodor Storm

[english title: The Rider On The White Horse] (a PSA to all (future) teachers: this is not a good book for 8th graders. this is not the first classic that any kid should read. there are better ways to explain what a framing narrative is, please.)

A thing that I have realized over the last few months (possibly starting with something I wrote about Hold Me Closer, funnily enough) and which has definitely festered into full-on brain damage since then...

I love reading. I love books. I love stories. (Yes, I know, duh, but hear me out.)

Up until now, these things were true, yes, but in a more limited way. I loved reading good books. I loved reading stories that I liked, that I related to, that made me feel warm and fuzzy and good (or that completely devastated me emotionally, which is equally valid). And I liked it enough to not have it soured by books I ended up not liking. I liked the quiet of reading, I liked that I didn't need electronics to do it, I liked that it didn't chain me to a sofa for a minimum and maximum of two hours. In short, I liked the convenience, the ubiquity and the comfort of books that lit up my brain.

Unfortunately, it has kind of come to pass that that is now... uh. Every Book. Like, I still have opinions and biases and and personal taste, but now I love reading whether or not I like the book I'm reading right now. I have fallen in love with the thing itself, and I refuse to climb back out of this hole.

Btw, wanna know how I know all that? The Rider On The White Horse is boring as shit! Or it should be, if I were still sane. Because this book is mainly just about a weird dude who becomes this official (dikeduke??) and builds a family and a dyke. And a lot of pages are spent on this dude doing his official business, planning and drawing schemes for his dyke and getting permits and having local spats with his neighbors.

Like, the most interesting thing here by far is the framing narrative through which we know that this dude will somehow end up being a ghost story to scare grown men in a pub near the dyke half a century later. And it is spooky and atmospheric, yes, but remember that, in between that, the narrator insists on telling us in detail about the process of building a dyke, and about planning meetings, and about every spat he has with this one dude who hates him for no reason, and ugh. And still, I ate it up.

Half the book, before they get married, he has this sorta cute romance with his future wife, and it is mainly just them talking and having similar interests and holding hands and she is teasing him but also standing up for him, and she helps him into that official position for which they are both intellectually qualified (but, well, 1888. but hey, she can do math and doesn't get ridiculed for it, so yaaay). And she is wicked smart and them doing this shy little dance around each other is actually really sweet and the first time my brain mentioned that to me I kinda just had to stare at a wall for a while because what

Do you see my point? I am gushing. About a book. That is a 100 page snore fest. And this was just a taste, I could go on for at least twice as long again.

(help me)

#der schimmelreiter #theodor storm #the rider on the white horse #ok shit I didn't mention:#he basically adopts a feral horse that trauma bonds to him and him alone #he saves a dog from the village when they want to bury it alive in the dyke bc of superstition (the dyke needs 'something alive' to stay up #also him being smart and saving the dog and adopting a spooky ghost horse and being a liiittle blasphemous sometimes #obviously means he's the devil right #so everyone starts hating him and he starts hating everyone in return except his family #but like he still tries and he helps that old woman and tries to listen to criticism #and really - apart from a bit of pride and anger issues - he's not that horrible tbh #he's a surprisingly good husband and an absolutely amazing dad to his mentally disabled daughter #seriously. + he never once laments her disability even when his wife does + even gives her a peptalk like 'just love her as she is' like #they both love her so much. I mean they should bc that's their kid and also Wienke is sunshine personified and absolutely adorable #but still considering the times this is shockingly good parenting #like how did I only ever remember him as the guy who kills a cat??#oh right bc my 8th grade German teacher threw a book from 1888 at us and expected us 14 year old dipshits to just read and fully understand #it without any help or guidance #i heart the german school system (sarcasm)

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You know I hate every pop star that I ever met

The pied piper came today Autograph, autograph to lead us away Out of the town behind the piper Over the cliff and into the river. (Chumbawamba: Rich Pop Stars Make Good Socialists, 1986)

English band Chumbawamba (1982–2012) are known primarily for getting knocked down, but getting up again to perform Tubthumping (1997), yet their discography can of course not be represented by just one song. Rooted in the punk scene, the anarchist ensemble was always political, wearing their explicitly expressed opinions on their sleeves. A specific concern of theirs was the political or societal engagement of successful musical artists, resulting in oftentimes harsh criticisms of the respective pop stars. Here, I will attempt to present a few of, not all!, these songs.

1. Charity, not change: How to Get Your Band on Television and Slag Aid

In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change, here’s our contribution – we’ve called it Slag Aid: For every pop star that we slag off today, a million pounds will be given away. (Chumbawamba: How to Get Your Band on Television, 1986)

1986’s How to Get Your Band on Television was clearly influenced by the Live Aid concerts the year before. The opener of Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records mocks a number of musicians involved with the concert: Paul McCartney and David Bowie are portrayed as money-hungry, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards as cocaine junkies, and Freddie Mercury is attacked for Queen’s 1984 performances in apartheid South Africa. In the finale, Cliff Richard, a “puritan saint come to bless our earth”, who curiously did not perform at Live Aid, but is known for other philanthropic endeavours, is nailed to a cross. Throughout the song, references are made to various British and American television shows.

A live version of the song, fittingly titled Slag Aid, was published on the live album Showbusiness! (1994). It features slight variations of the studio version’s verses, making mention of Axl Rose and Michael Jackson. Cliff Richard’s fate of crufixion is now instead endured by the Sex Pistols’ Johnny Rotten, with the final verse giving the title of his autobiography Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs as “No McLaren, No Matlock, No Dignity”, mocking his difficult relationships with Sex Pistols manager Malcom McLaren and bassist Glen Matlock.

As is usual with Chumbawamba, How to Get Your Band on Television is quite on the nose about its intentions: While the focus lies on pop stars perceived as charitable, the real issue is what “we’ve been doing to the Third World for the past 400 years. That’s YOU and ME. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone.” Charity does not solve the issues created by the inherently unfair system of capitalism. And “the poor don’t want aid, they want control.” The topic of colonialism is thus continued in the final album’s final song Invasion. But, as both songs, agree, for now “the cycle of hungry children will keep on going round.”

2. Love me, I’m a liberal: Give the Anarchist a Cigarette and Love Me

“when the artist paints what the public demands, it is not art, but business.” (charles t sprading) … wealth, politics and embassy king size: we always suspected kings were small. (Give the Anarchist a Cigarette, liner notes)

1994’s Anarchy opens with a mockery of “Bobby” Dylan. The title of Give the Anarchist a Cigarette is based on a scene from the documentary Don’t Look Back (1967), in which his manager Albert Grossman tells Dylan that the papers had started calling him an anarchist: “Just ‘cause you don’t offer any solution.” Dylan responds: “An anarchist. Ugh. Gimme the cigarette, give the anarchist a cigarette!”

Well, Chumbawamba agreed with Dylan: They did not consider him an anarchist either. The verses of Give the Anarchist a Cigarette portray Dylan, known himself for his political and often mocking lyrics, as a “spoilt brat” who forgets “the times are changing”. The derisive verses are in stark contrast to the chorus which presents Chumbawamba’s take on political songwriting: “Nothing ever burns down by itself, every fire needs a little bit of help!”

A second song on Anarchy targets another, this time seemingly fictional, pop star: Love Me is performed from the perspective of a certain “Johnny Trabant”, a “voxpop evangelical liberal” who has taken a comfortable seat in the centre of the Political Compass: “I’m an anarchist, I’m the Antichrist, well sort of, not really.” An obvious reference to Phil Ochs’s Love Me, I’m a Liberal (1966), the song features various historical and pop culture references ranging from Stretch Armstrong to Víctor Jara as well as the amazing pun “deliver us from Elvis”.

According to an annotation on genius.com, Johnny Trabant is a pseudonym for Bono with the name being derived from U2’s making repeated use of East German Trabant cars—I cannot verify that, but it seems quite imaginable, especially considering Bono seems to have been on some kind of Chumbawamba hit list, making (involuntarily) appearances in All Fur Coat & No Knickers (2008) and on their Passenger List for Doomed Flight #1721 (2000).

Chumbawamba’s point of contention in Give the Anarchist a Cigarette and Love Me appears to be the same: Whether fairly or not, they perceive both Bob Dylan and “Johnny Trabant” as shady liberals and sell-outs, as rich pop stars who despite their political engagement do not make good socialists.

3. Naked and cold: Torturing James Hetfield

I don’t want it to stop. There’s a part of me that thinks, that’s kind of proud that, hey, they’ve chosen Metallica as something that’s, it’s going to affect them. And that’s what I want our music to do, I want it to affect people. (James Hetfield in a 2008 interview)

A 2003 BBC news report revealed that the US military was using music to torture Iraqi prisoners of war. Being played loudly and for many hours at a time, it allegedly served to keep prisoners disoriented and break their will. Among the songs used in this manner was Metallica’s Enter Sandman (1991). Now while Metallica’s Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett were apparently not quite happy about this, singer James Hetfield’s feelings were more ambiguous: Partly proud about representing “something that they don’t like, maybe freedom, aggression, I don’t know, freedom of speech”, he was also bummed about being “attached to some political statement” since “politics and music, at least for us, don’t mix.”

For Chumbawamba, on the other hand, politics and music were intrinsically connected: In Torturing James Hetfield (ABCDEFG, 2010), the tables have turnt on the Metallica vocalist and he finds himself tied up, “naked and cold”. Chumbawamba provide a set of speakers and try to make him talk by playing Simply Red to him, before pulling out the big guns: Being exposed to Chumbawamba’s Greatest Hits (there’s only one), he finally confesses: “It was Lars”–whatever it was that he’s done.

Torturing James Hetfield showcases Chumbawamba’s recipe of playful, positive sounds combined with anger-filled lyrics as perfected by them throughout the 2000s. It fits well into a discography committed to examining the relationship between politics and musics, sometimes harshly criticising artists and sometimes praising them.

#chumbawamba #music #punk #anarchism #capitalism

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Okay, I'm supposed to read this book for English class. What's it called again? Oh yeah, Moby Dick. Sounds like a stupid name for a book. But whatever, I'll give it a chance. Let's see... "Call me Ishmael." Who's Ishmael? Is he the whale? No, that can't be right. Wait, this is just talking about whales for like, a whole chapter? That's boring as hell. Why does my teacher think we need to read this? I don't even like the ocean. And who cares about some old-timey sailors? This is so stupid. I'm never going to finish this book. Maybe I can just find a summary online or something. Ugh, why do I have to do this?

Okay, I guess I gotta keep reading this stupid book. Let's see... "The Carpet-Bag." What kind of title is that? Whatever, let's just get this over with. Blah blah blah, Ishmael is going to Nantucket, blah blah blah, he's staying at an inn, blah blah blah, some weird guy named Queequeg shows up. Wait, what? Queequeg? Is that even a real name? And why does he have tattoos all over his face? This is so weird. And why is Ishmael sharing a bed with him? That's kind of creepy, isn't it? Oh great, now they're talking about a harpoon. This is so boring. Why do I care about harpoons? I don't even know what they're for. Ugh, I'm never going to finish this book. I'd rather be playing video games or something. Why did my teacher assign us this? It's not even modern English. This is torture.

Whoa, what's going on here? They're talking about this guy Ahab and how he's obsessed with this white whale. This is getting interesting. Wait, they're going on this big voyage to try and find the whale? And Ahab's going to kill it? That's crazy. But kind of cool. I mean, at least something's happening now. And they're talking about all these different types of whales and how they hunt them. I never knew this stuff. It's kind of fascinating. And now they're describing the crew and what they do on the ship. This is actually kind of cool. I can see why this book is famous. It's like a whole different world. But why is Ahab so obsessed with the whale? And why does he have a peg leg? Oh man, this is getting intense. I want to know what happens next. Maybe this book isn't so bad after all. I'll have to keep reading and see what happens to this Ahab guy and the whale.

What the heck? This whole chapter is just about cutting up a whale? Why do I care about this? I mean, I get that they caught a whale and now they have to do something with it, but this is so boring. Why do I need to know how to cut up a whale? And why does the author keep using all these weird words for the different parts? I'm so confused. I don't even know what a "case-knife" or a "monkey-rope" is. And why do they need to use so many different tools? Can't they just use a saw or something? This is so gross. I don't want to hear about blubber and guts and all that. Why did the author even include this chapter? It's not like it's advancing the plot or anything. This is so stupid. I don't even want to finish this book anymore. It's just a bunch of nonsense about whales and sailing and cutting things up. Maybe I can just read the SparkNotes and get the gist of it. Ugh, I hate this book.

Okay, I'm almost done with this stupid book. Let's see what happens in the end. Whoa, they finally found the whale! And Ahab's going after it with his harpoon. This is so intense. I can't believe he's doing this. And the way the author describes the whale, it's like it's some kind of monster or something. This is so cool. But wait, what's happening? The ship is starting to sink? Why is that happening? And now Ahab's tangled up in the ropes? This is not good. Oh my God, the whale just dragged him down with him. Ahab's dead? That's insane. And the way the author describes it, it's like it's this epic battle between good and evil or something. This is crazy. And now the rest of the crew is trying to survive on these little boats? That's so scary!

Wait, what? The book is over? That's it? That's the ending? I feel like there should be more. Like, what happened to Ishmael? Did he survive? And what about the rest of the crew? And the whale? Did they really kill it? I have so many questions. But I guess that's the end. And now the author is talking about how the whale represents something deeper, something symbolic. I don't really get it, but I guess it's kind of deep. And the way he ends it with that line, "And I only am escaped alone to tell thee," it's like he's saying that he's the only one who made it out alive to tell the story. That's kind of cool. But I still wish there was more. I feel like I need closure or something. This book was so intense, and now it's just over. I don't know how to feel about it. But I guess that's the point. This book was about the struggle between man and nature, and how sometimes nature wins. And maybe that's all there is to it. I'm glad I read this book. It was kind of weird and boring at times, but in the end, it was pretty cool.

#making an AI read and react to moby dick #as a middle schooler

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sanny-chan5 · 3 years ago

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Another happy b-days of 31/12

Tamako-chan, from Tamako Market (and some sweet GIFs more).

Sawako, from Kimi ni Todoke (look at her, she's beautiful)

Raye Pember, from DN (unfair ending :c)

Mirai-chan, from Dr.st

Kurogane, from Tsubasa (the little chibi here...)

(...though he's just like his father, as you can see here:)

I still don't get why manga authors think putting a B-day for one of your characters in a national holiday is a good idea, but yeah.

MeriKuri, Minna-san! 🎉💗🎄✨

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unfuckyourhabitat · 2 years ago

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Greetings, Unfuckers!

Let's go ahead and get it out of the way: Yeah, yeah, I'm one of those assholes dipping their toes back into tumblr after an extended time away. I'm hoping you'll show some mercy due to my many previous years of service here and the fact that this is UfYH's original home.

Also! This coming Monday is 11 years since UfYH started. ELEVEN YEARS. So hello to everyone who's been here since the beginning.

What's been going on in UfYH's world in the past few years? Some highlights:

I wrote a book and a guided journal, which I'm really proud of. The first book now exists in English (US and UK), German, Russian, and Turkish.

My first book was updated in the UK with a less-sweary title and the new edition came out this summer.

I quit my day job of 17 years and am freelancing full-time and paying for my health insurance with the help of my Patreon patrons.

I focused mainly on the UfYH Twitter, because that format works really well for me, but, well, you know.

I haven't decided yet where I'm going to go with UfYH on tumblr this time around. I'm gonna be honest, folks. Social media is wildly draining and not always great for my mental health. And constantly creating content (ugh, I hate it, but that's the most accurate word) is exhausting.

But! I think a similar approach to what I've been doing on Twitter might work here — sending out random small challenges with an occasional meandering monologue on my cleaning philosophy or whatever. I'm probably not going to resume scheduled reminders or reblog a ton of before and afters, mainly because that's all really time-consuming and involved.

Anyway, I'm reminded that one way tumblr is great for me is that I can post these ramblings and don't have to create a graphic or plot stuff out a month in advance. The most I can promise is that we'll see how it goes, but, well, isn't that kind of what UfYH is about anyway?

#ufyh #unfuck your habitat #I'm gonna have to get used to tags again #but I do love what happens in tags #like some of them on my post last night were hilarious and I thank you

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softspaceboibrian · 2 years ago

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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 1

Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: Eddie needs help with an English assignment, and who better to ask help from than the best student in his class, Y/N Henderson?

Warnings: "fuck" is used a lot. fluff, a lot of pining and crushing. steve being a bit of a dick at one point, and Dustin not being able to keep things to himself. just bad writing, really.

Wc: 5397 (it's kinda long, I know... but I didn't know where to stop! sorry!)

A/N: this is my first ST fic ever. and actually the first time I wrote after some very long months of writer's block. hopefully, it's not too bad. I have a chapter 2 in mind already, if you guys liked this! please let me know (I would have to work on it next week, since I have an exam on Monday, ugh..). Also, the title will probably make more sense in the following chapter(s).

Eddie hated going to class. He didn’t completely hate high school because there he had some friends and the Hellfire Club. But attending classes was a whole other thing. And he hated it. Sitting still at a small desk, on a hard chair that made his back hurt, which always made him feel older than he was – and he was already older than any other kid there. Listening to teachers talk and ask stupid questions was hell incarnated to him. For example, when would he ever need to use trigonometry in his life? It wasn’t like he was going to become a space engineer or an architect. Given that that’s what you would use trig for. He definitely didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. Or, like, Shakespeare. That morning he found himself having to listen to his English teacher reading once again lines from Romeo and Juliet, as if they would need to know that “the window is the East, and Juliet’s the Sun” to get somewhere in life. If it were for him, they would spend every single English lesson reading Tolkien or King, and not that boring stuff that everyone calls classics. Shining. That’s a classic.

The only reason he ever really enjoyed English was Y/N Henderson. She sat in front of him in English and History, and they had PE together. Eddie hated every single one of those subjects, but her presence made them less terrible. Not that they were friends or anything. She’s Dustin Henderson’s older sister; she’s the smartest person in the entire school, hell, possibly in all of Hawkins. And he was just Eddie “the Freak” Munson. She wouldn’t want to be friends with him. Of course, she was the kindest person in school, and she always smiled at him whenever they crossed paths. But still, he was the school’s freak. And she deserved better than him. Yet, he couldn’t help himself but smile back, or get a little bit excited when he remembered they had class together. He would never, for the love of God, admit the feelings he felt for her. He was completely sure that, if he just ignored them, they would simply disappear. It wasn’t like a tested theory, but he was sure it worked like that. It had to work like that.

“Bullshit.” Eddie was pulled from his thoughts by a soft voice. He quickly looked round the classroom, only to notice Y/N shaking her head. “Pardon me, miss, but it’s all bullshit.” Eddie was not sure what he had missed, but was now all ears.

A blonde girl from the first row snapped around to look at Y/N. And if looks could kill, Eddie was sure Y/N would be well on her way to the hospital now. “Do you have something to say, nerd?” He never really understood on what basis people used nerd as a mean name. As if being a nerd was a bad thing. Also, being good at school doesn’t make you a nerd.

“Actually,” Y/N sat up straight. “Yes, I do have something to say.” Eddie always found Y/N’s will to speak her mind fascinating. She always said what she believed in. And she always tried not to hurt anyone’s feelings in the process. “I think it’s bullshit that you think- actually, that everyone thinks that Romeo and Juliet is the epitome of love. I mean, let’s be real, that story is unrealistic. I know that Shakespeare had to stick to time a certain time frame and everything, but who falls in love on sight, immediately decides to marry each other, and not even three days later kill themselves because of the stupid decisions they took? Because, in this regard, we have to remember that Friar Lawrence plays a major role in their dooming end, since he is the one that suggests the whole poison gimmick.” Eddie could not help but smile. He found amusing the hurt look on the blonde in the front row as Y/N dismantled her beliefs, or at least he thought, he wasn’t really paying attention before. “I mean, I get how appealing the trope of the star-crossed lovers is. Really, I do. But are you really telling me that Romeo and Juliet’s is a better love story than Beatrice and Benedick’s, or even Rosalind and Orlando’s? I would so love for someone to carve love poems for me into trees so that our growing love could forever live in nature.” Did they read about that in class? Eddie had no idea who those people were and was more than confused at that point, but still extremely intrigued.

“That’s not what I was saying!” The blonde replied, obviously offended that someone had told her that she was wrong.

“Then what were you saying? I’m open to clarifications.” Y/N smiled kindly, but it was obvious that the other one didn’t take it as so. Eddie looked at the girl, waiting to hear her answer. But then the bell rang and everyone started gathering their stuff. Lucky girl, saved by the bell, he thought. He would have loved a bit more drama, it always made classes more interesting.

As everyone was rushing out into the corridor, Eddie included, the teacher tried to get everyone’s attention one last time. “Please, remember that next week we are moving all the way to the gothic novel and that you have to prepare a 3-page essay on any book you want from that genre.” He stopped in his tracks, right in the middle of the entryway, and was pushed aside by two guys who wanted to get out. What? And essay? When did she say that? If it had been any other time of the school year, he would have not cared, but Eddie knew that, with spring break coming up, he had to start working seriously if he wanted to graduate that year. Fuck, he thought. I’m fucked. He quickly looked around the room, as if a miracle could just fall into his lap.

Y/N was still at her desk, struggling to close her ever so full pencil case. “Miss Henderson” the teacher walked over to Y/N’s desk. “I know you’re passionate about literature, but you cannot answer like that to your classmates.”

“I know, ma’am… it’s just, they don’t understand it. They don’t understand literature and why it is important.” Y/N sighed, fidgeting with her hands. “You know I try my best to stay calm, but sometimes I just… I just can’t.”

The teacher smiled kindly at her. “I understand. Don’t worry.” She walked back to the front of the class and started cleaning the blackboard, before turning once again towards the girl. “Just, try to avoid using bad words next time.”

Eddie was standing right outside of the classroom, still panicking over the assignment, when Y/N eventually walked into the corridor. And that’s when an idea came to his mind: if Y/N was actually so passionate about people knowing more about literature, then maybe she would be so kind to help him. Yes, that made perfect sense. She would do what she loved, and he would become one step closer toward graduation. Also, on an even brighter note, he would have to spend time with her, which never hurt. He shook his head, trying to shove that thought in the far back of his head.

He looked around, his eyes scanning the corridor until he found Y/N’s figure walking alone towards the cafeteria. He started walking, almost running, trying to catch up with her. “Y/N! Wait up!” He found himself calling out for her, something he never really thought he would do. But he did. When Y/N eventually realised she was being called, she stopped and turned around. However, at that point Eddie was walking so fast that he didn’t stop in time and completely ran into her. “Oh, Jesus, I’m so sorry!” He started apologising immediately.

“It’s okay! You didn’t hurt me” Y/N laughed, looking up at him. He had never realised how tall he was compared to her. “Did you have something to ask me?” He couldn’t believe how kind she was with him. Any other person wouldn’t even have stopped for him, they would have just flipped him the bird or exclaimed something along the lines of fuck off, freak, and went on their way. But, yet again, she wasn’t any other person.

“I, ehm… yes, actually. I…” Then and there, Eddie thought about turning around and running away. But that would have been too embarrassing. So, he just went for it. “I was wondering if you could, maybe, help me with the English assignment. You see, I’m not really the best at English, but I cannot flunk this class, so-”

“Of course!” Y/N cut him off, still smiling. “Just know that you are the one that is going to do all the work, I’m just going to help. I may be kind, and you may be cute, but I won’t let anyone take advantage of me, alright?”

Cute? Did she just call him cute? Was she for real? Did she really think that? And why did he feel like he was a middle-school boy talking for the first time with his crush? What was that feeling in his chest? Also, why did he feel warm on the face and ears? Was he blushing? Fuck, how embarrassing! But still, cute? Did she find him cute?

“Hey-oh!” Y/N waved her hand in front of Eddie’s face. “Earth to Munson. Are you still there? Are you having a stroke?” She said playfully, pinching his arm as in a further attempt to gain back his attention.

Eddie shook his head, and then nodded. “Yes, sorry. I just… I really expected you to say no, so…”

“Okay, so it has nothing to do with me calling you cute, right? Because I wouldn’t want it to be a problem.” She chuckled, and Eddie was completely taken aback.

Come one, dude. Concentrate. You cannot get lost in your head whenever she smiles at you, or she’s going to think you’re a creep. “It’s not going to be a problem, I promise.” He laughed, raising a hand to the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. Definitely not a good first impression, Munson.

“Okay, so, I know you have Hellfire Club tonight, right?” She asked, and Eddie simply nodded in response. “You could come over to our house for dinner, which would mean I don’t have to drive back here to pick up my brother and I can get ahead with my assignment, because you would take him home. And then, after dinner, we can start talking a bit about what you’re going to work on.”

“Are you sure for dinner? Like, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Y/N put a hand on his arm and shook her head. “Not a bother, trust me. Plus, Dustin will be more than happy to have you over for dinner. He talks about you constantly, about your campaign and how cool you are. Like, really, if I didn’t know he was in a relationship with that Mormon girl, I would have sworn he was in love with you.” She laughed, and so did Eddie. “But really, if you want and can, come over for dinner.”

“I mean, it’s not like I have plans…” Eddie said under his breath. Or that many friends, for that matter.

“Then it’s decided!” Y/N smiled. “So, let’s recap: after school you have your D&D meeting, then you drive Dustin home, we have dinner, and after that we’re going to start working on your assignment. Sounds right?”

“Perfect!”

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“You have actually invited Eddie “the Freak” Munson over to your house? You’re not joking!?” Like every other day, Steve had picked Y/N and Robin up after school to drive them home. But today he was complaining about what Y/N had just told them. “I’m telling you, he’s not good news!”

“Oh, come on, Steve! He’s nice!” She replied, throwing her hands in the air.

“How do you know that, uh?! His reputation precedes him! Everyone at Hawkins High knows about him and his dealing!” Steve kept moving his eyes between the road in front of him and the rear-view mirror to look at Y/N sitting in the back.

“Steve, calm down. Y/N is a grown-up woman. She can defend herself.” Robin tried to help her friend. “Plus, she’s a pretty good judge of character. I mean, she decided to be your friend when everyone else though you were a douchebag.”

“I still think he is a douchebag.” Y/N whispered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Listen, it’s my life, and I make friends with whomever I want, okay? So, whether you like it or not, he’s going to come over to my place, he’s going to have dinner with my family, and then we’re going to work on our English assignment together.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like they’re going to fall in love!” Robin added and Steve raised his hands from the wheel for a couple of seconds, as in a sign of surrender. However, Y/N did not answer to that. Obviously, that wasn’t her plan, to fall in love with Eddie Munson. But she could not deny to herself the fact that she found him charming in his own way. Yes, fine, he wasn’t the conventional pretty boy her mom would want her to end up with, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t find him cute. Hell, cute was probably an understatement. She thought he was hot. Maybe it was the hair, or the leather jacket, but she couldn’t help herself, and whenever he walked by, she would just find herself smiling at him, deep down wishing he would stop and talk with her. Yes, her brother being part of his D&D party had its perks, because she then had to see him every time she went to pick up her brother from school. Also, having a few classes together was something. Not that he paid much attention, but that also meant he wouldn’t notice whenever she turned around to steal a glance. Fuck, she thought, I have to keep my feelings under control. She shook her head in an attempt to push away the thought of Eddie, and tried to make small talk with her two best friends, but her mind wasn’t of any help, and the image of Eddie looking down at her with his big, chocolate eyes in the corridor a few hours prior kept popping up, distracting her from whatever the other two were saying. I’m screwed.

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When Y/N’s mom called her into the kitchen, it was about 7:30 in the evening. “Darling, please, help me set the table. Dusty and his friend are on their way home.” Said the woman, handing her the plates. Y/N fought very hard the urge to tell her mother that Eddie was also her friend and that he was going to be there for her and not Dustin. But instead, she simply took the plates from her and started placing them on the clothed, round table. She hummed to herself as she moved back and forth between the cabinets and the table, stealing, every once in a while, a piece of bread.

A few more minutes went by, when she finally heard the front door open and Dustin’s voice announce their arrival. Their mother quickly left the kitchen to go greet them, whereas Y/N stood frozen for a moment. She looked at her reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall, and tried to fix her hair and her clothes – a simple t-shirt and a pair of loose jeans. Yes, she could have definitely changed into something a bit nicer, but there was no time now. So, she sighed and stepped into the front hallway, hiding a little behind her mother’s figure, as if hoping they would not pay that much attention to her. However, that didn’t last for long. “Y/N!” Eddie smiled, taking a step towards her, but then stopping. They both looked at each other for a few moments, unsure of what to do. Should she hug him like she does whenever Robin comes over? Or nod like she does with Dustin’s friends? A similar thought process was going on inside of Eddie’s mind too. When he first had taken the step towards her, his intent was to give her a kiss on the cheek, but he had immediately changed his mind, thinking that might have been too much. Afterall, it was the first time they were actually hanging out.

Luckily, Dustin stepped in and shouted. “Y/N/N! You would never believe how cool today was! Remember the villain I told you about, right? Vecna. The one we thought had died. Well, yes, I said we though because, plot twist, he was still alive!” She looked at her brother and smiled, wrapping her arms around him for a moment, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Dusty, go wash your hands! It’s ready in here! You can tell her more about it as we eat.” Mrs. Henderson shouted from the kitchen, and Eddie could not believe how close the two siblings actually were. Like, yes, Dustin would always talk about her in the cafeteria, but he would have never thought they actually were that close. So close that she knew everything about his campaign, the one that himself, Eddie, had spent days preparing.

Dinner went on smoothly: the food was delicious and Dustin spent most of the time talking about Hellfire Club and the assignments he had to prepare for the following week. Eddie and Y/N would, every now and then, exchange a look or a smile, without saying a word. But both of them were fine with that. However, things changed a bit when Dustin turned to Eddie and exclaimed. “Dude, you should ask my sister to help you write some of the one shots for Hellfire! She’s a great writer!” Eddie turned to look Y/N, wanting to ask her more about that, but instead he found her with her head hanging low.

“Oh, yes! I never read anything of hers, but Dustin has read everything and loved every single bit, so I suppose that means she’s good.” Her mother added, obviously wanting to contribute to the conversation. However, Eddie couldn’t help but notice Y/N’s discomfort.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Y/N’s voice was soft, and her eyes never left the almost empty glass of water in front of her.

Dustin tried to gain back Eddie’s attention by exclaiming. “She writes a lot of fantasy, stuff with vampires and faes and all of that. I think you could use that in a stand-alone quest.”

“Dustin!” Her voice was now louder, and the girl was visibly upset, but the younger boy would not stop talking about that. “Dustin, stop! You know I don’t want you to talk about it!” Y/N got up from her seat, still not looking anyone in the eyes. She had her hands closed into tight fists as she walked towards the corridor.

“Come on, Y/N! Don’t be mad! I was just trying to-”

“I know, what you were trying to do, Dustin. And you know I don’t want you to do it. That is personal stuff and I don’t want you going around telling people about it.” Her voice was cold, but Eddie could ear it tremble slightly. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to my room.”

And with that, Y/N left the kitchen, leaving her tablemates speechless, with their eyes glued to where the girl was standing a few moments before. Mrs. Henderson sighed and tried to explain to Eddie that Y/N had always been very proud of her things, especially of the ones she made herself. She explained that ever since she was young, she had always been a very reserved girl, not sharing much with others, and that was the reason she found so surprising the friendship between her and her two best friends, Robin and Steve. She told Eddie about how hard on herself she was, how much she studied everyday wanting to get the best marks possible. She explained that she had no idea why she acted like that, since no one ever asked her to get straight As or to get into the best colleges. But as Y/N’s mother talked, Eddie couldn’t stay still. He wanted to make sure, he needed to make sure she was okay. So, as soon as they were excused from the table, he asked Dustin which room was hers and went straight to her. He walked down the corridor, the carpet softening his steps, and stopped in front of the last door. He knocked gently on the door, waiting for an answer. “Y/N…” He called, turning an ear to the door, trying to understand if she had moved at all. “Y/N, it’s me, Eddie. Ehm… can I- can I come in?” He stayed quiet for a moment, but still no answer. “I promise we will only talk of the English assignment or whatever you prefer. Promise.”

“Okay” A voice came from behind Eddie, making him jump.

He turned around and found Y/N laughing at him, a hand on her stomach, one in front of her face. “Damn, Henderson, I thought you were in your room!” He exclaimed, laughing a little himself.

“I was, but then I had to go to the bathroom.” She moved past him and opened the door to her room. “Come in” She smiled, standing aside to let him in.

The room that Eddie walked into was far from what he had imagined Y/N Henderson’s bedroom would have looked right. Not that he had spent that much time thinking about it, but he definitely did not expect the giant posters on the wall of David Bowie, Labyrinth, Queen, or the beautiful drawing of The Lord of the Rings. What he did expect to see, on the other hand, was the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall library. “Wow, Henderson. I must say, you’re not what I thought you were.”

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed; her arms crossed. “What did you think I was?” She asked, more curious than anything.

“I don’t know, actually. I thought you were going to have pictures of, I don’t know, Johnny Depp, John Cusack or some other heartthrob girls love. Definitely not them.” He walked over to the side of the bed and pointed to the Queen poster.

She got up from her seat and walked next to him. “Well, I do like Johnny Depp.” She smiled. “But he is my kind of guy, actually.” She tapped her finger on Brian May’s figure.

“Not Roger Taylor?” Eddie brought a hand to his mouth, as if to fake shock.

“He’s alright.” She raises her shoulder. “But you see, Brian is tall, has dark, long, curly hair, plays guitar. There’s nothing sexier than that to me.” She replied, eventually turning around and leaning against the wall. It wasn’t until she finally met his eyes that she realised what she had just said. She bit the inside of her cheek, quickly moving her eyes everywhere but on him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So much for “try keeping your feelings under control”.

Eddie, on the other hand, couldn’t help the smile that lingered on his lips. He nodded, biting slightly his lower lips, trying to conceal the pleased look on his face, but it was too hard. I mean, I am tall, I have Brian May’s hair, and I do play guitar. Does this mean that I am sexy to her? He was very close to asking her, but decided not to, wanting to avoid making her feel frustrated or embarrassed. Afterall, it was very much possible that, even though he perfectly fit her description, she still did not like him like that. Hell, it could even be that she did not like him at all.

So, after a few moments of silence, he turned to the Lord of the Rings poster, studying it. “This is very beautiful.” He said, changing the topic to make her feel more comfortable.

She looked at the poster herself and smiled. “Oh, ehm… Dustin and his friends got it for me for my birthday last year. You see, I used to read it to Dustin before going to bed when we were younger. Actually, I read him The Hobbit, but still. After that, he started telling his friends about it and they all wanted to know more about it. So, when they were old enough, I got everyone a copy and put up a small book club for them. It only lasted a few months, until everyone was done reading the book, but I think it contributed to their passion for D&D.” She finally looked at him with the softest look anyone ever gave him, and he swore he could have melted right then and there.

“I wished someone read me Tolkien when I was younger.” Eddie murmured, going over to the bed and sitting there. “My parents, they… – he sighed – and my uncle… he was always out. So, I spent most of my evenings and nights alone. I still do. Unless I’m out for a deal…” Y/N sat next to him, so close that their legs were brushing, and if she leaned a little to the side, their shoulders would touch. But this time neither of them said or did anything. Eddie enjoyed the closeness, the warmth that came from her body, and a part of him wanted to reach for her hand, to hold it, to play with her fingers. Whereas Y/N realised only then that she actually knew nothing about him, about his parents, his family, if he had any siblings or cousins. “But I read Tolkien.” Eddie broke the silence. “I have a very old copy of The Hobbit back at my place. I think I found it at a yard sale a few years back. I could show it to you, if you want to.”

“I would actually love that” She smiled.

“But my favourite author is King. Man, I love his stuff. Shining was great, but I also liked Carrie and Pet Sematary.”

She never thought she would, on day, spend an evening with Eddie Munson, let alone talking about books. Still, she wished that evening would never end. “Well, if you’re into horror stuff, I think I have idea about what you should do your English assignment on.” Eddie had completely forgotten why he was there in the first place, and that sentence brought him back to reality. He looked her figure get off the bed and followed her to the bookshelf. She browsed it for a few moments, her fingers gently caressing the spines as she looked for the book she wanted. “Here it is.” She exclaimed, picking out a very thick book, with the spine completely cracked. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to read all of this.” She chuckled when she saw the fear in his eyes. “It’s called Night Pieces and it’s a collection of stories by Hoffmann. There is one in particular I love which is The Sandman.” Eddie carefully took the book in his hands and observe it. He obviously wasn’t thrilled at the idea of having to read something he knew nothing about, but he trusted Y/N, so he nodded. “I promise it’s good. If it’s not, then you can… I don’t know, force me to watch a horror movie.”

“I like the sound of that.” He laughed, laying on the bed, his back against the soft duvet that smelled of fresh laundry. “Do you think I could start reading it here? Or do you want me to go?” He looked at her, propping himself up on one elbow for a moment, wanting to look at her better.

She found herself thinking, please, stay for the whole night if you want. But instead, she simply nodded, grabbing her own book before lying next to him, this time leaving a bit more space between them. And they spent almost an entire hour like that, each reading their own book. Y/N could swear that she caught him staring at her a couple of times, but so could he. Eddie went on reading, eventually turning on his stomach, and in doing so he got closer to her. Y/N, however, kept staring at the words on the page in front of her, unable to concentrate enough to actually understand what she was supposed to read because of that closeness. A little voice inside of her kept telling her “Reach for him. Lean on his shoulder.” But she was too shy to even just move a little closer to him, let alone do any of that. And if they were characters in a story, to any omniscient reader, a situation such as this one would be extremely frustrating: the two of them, lying together, their arms or legs brushing against each other’s every now and then, both of them pining for the other, but neither of them realising their feelings were reciprocated.

Eventually, Dustin walked in on them, wanting to bid goodnight to his sister, but remained dumbfounded when he realised Eddie was still there. “I thought you had already left. It’s 10:30. On a school night.”

“Dustin, we’re old enough to stay up late if we want to, you know that?” She replied, getting up from her spot, immediately missing the warmth irradiated from his body.

Dustin looked at his sister, then the man laying her bed, and left without saying anything. “Yeah, maybe he’s right. It is kind of late, and you probably want to go to sleep.” Eddie didn’t really want to leave. On the contrary, he wanted to stay with her for as long as she let him.

And the same went for Y/N. But she nodded at him and put her book on the desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, though, right?”

“Of course! Plus, I only have like 10 pages left to read, and I am completely enthralled. I really thought I wasn’t going to like this, but hell, was I wrong!” He smiled, putting the book in his backpack as slowly as possible, almost wanting to take everything out only to have to spend more time there putting everything back in. but he resisted the urge and put the backpack on his shoulder.

“So, no horror movie then?” She smiled, leading him out of her bedroom and down the corridor.

“Well, I mean… we could still watch a movie together some time… if you want, that is.” Eddie scratched the back of his neck, trying hard to play it cool. “It doesn’t even need to be a horror movie, really.”

Y/N stopped in front of the front entrance and turned towards him, smiling. “I would love that.” She opened the door for him and stood aside to let him through. She watched him walk down the driveway to his car, hoping he would turn around and come back to her. But he didn’t. He just got inside his car and started the engine. Fuck it, she thought, as she started running down the driveway too. “Eddie, wait!” She called for him. She jogged to his car and stopped for a few moments, before pushing herself on her tiptoe to reach his cheek and leave him a kiss there. Eddie was visibly caught by surprise, s much so that his cheeks started turning a soft shade of reddish pink, like they did that morning in the hallway at school. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?”

He smiled, gently placing a hand on her cheek, the cold metal of his rings sending shivers down her spine. “I won’t, princess.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

After that, he waited for her to go back inside her house to do anything. But as soon as the door closed, he started basically dancing inside the car, humming the “Oh, love… oh, lover boy!” verse from Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen as that was the song that had been stuck in his head for the entire night. Hell, what a day!

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