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Dark Side Of The Moon

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Space Cake

A continuation of my cake series :D The inspiration for these always come when I least expect it and I never know when the next idea will appear lol The full hours long video, HD image and PSD file will be DMed on Patreon.com/Yuumei on June 5th!

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someone on twt wanted to see steve in a letterman jacket so i edited him in one. was a lot of work, but i think it looks pretty neat?? anywho, figured i'd share it on here as well :))

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Joseph Quinn for the latest issue of Man About Town

📸 Matt Healy

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born to be his wife, forced to be a fan. </3

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 27 - Breaking the Law

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

Summary: Eddie helps get their plan in motion by getting them a ride so they can get weapons to fight Vecna.

Warnings: stealing, grand theft auto

Word count: 2.4k

Chapter song: Breaking the Law by Judas Priest

Tag list: @munchabunch​ @madaboutmunson​ @earl-greater​

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. “Wait, what?!” Dustin asked.

“How do you know?” Steve questioned.

“Because that’s what I was staring at in the kitchen. It was her. She was doing the remote traveling thing we do,” revealed Kat.

“So she’s gonna help us, right?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, I mean, once we actually have a solid plan, I can communicate with her and… I don’t know, maybe we do have a shot at this.”

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 28 - Never Tear Us Apart

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

Summary: The Hawkins Team goes to Warzone and then prepares their weapons.

Warnings: fluff, cute moments between everyone, the calm before the storm

Word count: 3.8k

Chapter song: Never Tear Us Apart by INXS

Tag list: @munchabunch​ @madaboutmunson​ @earl-greater​

“Do you really think that plan could work?” Nancy asked.

“How would you plan on doing this, exactly?” Dustin chimed in.

“I’m not totally sure, but I mean, it’s my mind. Not his, right? So I just need to control where I am. I just need to… push him away? Find a happy memory and go there,” said Max.

“Okay, but you think Vecna would even let that happen?” Robin wondered.

“Look, this isn’t foolproof. I mean, that’s where things are gonna get tricky. It’s Max’s mind, sure, but I know he’ll do whatever he can to try and control everything. So it’s not gonna be easy at all. But as long as you don’t stop running until you find that memory and me in there, we have a chance. We have a chance at distracting him until Steve, Nancy, and Robin take their shots,” Kat explained. 

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 20 - The Thing that Should Not Be

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

Summary: Team Hawkins finds themselves trapped in the Upside Down. With tensions running high, Kat has a spat with Nancy. When she storms off, Eddie reels her back in.

Warnings: established relationship, some fluff, TV-14 level smut (so not really smut, but it’s not exactly fluff?), anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter song: The Thing That Should Not Be by Metallica

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

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JOE KEERY 2017 | Flaunt Magazine

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Seventeen - Run To The Hills

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

Summary: After getting away from Jason, the couple hid under the cover of skull rock for the night. They took a risk to find a way to contact Dustin and maybe find some food, which leads to Kat causing a ruckus at a construction site.

Warnings: established relationship, little innuendos here and there, port-a-potties and… well, blowing up bathrooms, life on the run, a tiny sprinkle of fluff (it’s been a while since i’ve loved a chapter as much as this one!)

Word count: 3.7k

Chapter song: Run to the Hills by Iron Maiden

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader @prettyboyeddiemunson @literarypeachtea @mickkmaiden333​

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The Best Medicine

Eddie Munson takes care of reader after they break their ankle. Written for @munchabunch as she convalesces! (I promise I'm working on Tale of Eddie the Banished...just...slowly. Hah.)

Gender neutral reader. Contains mention of opioids, vomiting, and injury and surgery, but nothing graphic. Mostly pure, unadulterated fluff.

Once he got over teasing you mercilessly for the way you broke your ankle, Eddie Munson turned out to be a pretty good nurse.

“You fell walking down stairs?” he asked when he first saw you, hardly able to believe the story. You weren’t all that proud of it, and gave him a withering glare in response. Besides, you’d called him to come pick you up, not to stand in the hospital room and make fun of you. 

“There was a lot of space between the last stair and the ground. I’m lucky it was just my ankle,” you had replied, the throbbing ache not helping your mood. The nurse who had been helping you get discharged gave Eddie a sideways glance. His reputation must have preceded him.

The nurse cleared her throat, handing you a clipboard. You scribbled your signature, a looping mess of blue ink. 

“Remember, we need to see you in a couple days once the swelling goes down so we can reassess the break,” she called as Eddie wheeled you down the hall. You gave a thumbs up over your shoulder.

In the elevator, Eddie could hardly keep the grin off his face. 

“I still can’t believe —“

“Can it. Didn’t you ever learn not to make fun of sick people?”

“I’m just saying, if this happened a hundred years ago, we could have just sawed off your foot and been done with it.”

“Mm, well, they said I might need surgery,” you replied. The painkillers were finally starting to kick in as he pushed you carefully through the parking lot, avoiding potholes and cracks in the asphalt. Somewhere during the ride home, you fell asleep, the gentle sway of the van rocking you to sleep. 

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You didn’t wake up until later that night, sprawled out on the couch in the trailer. Eddie had borrowed your Walkman, apparently not wanting to wake you with his music, and was folded up in the armchair beside you. He was studying something in his notebook, his tongue trapped between his teeth in concentration. As you tried to sit up, a bolt of pain shot up your elevated leg and, to your embarrassment, you yelped. Almost immediately, you felt a hand on your shoulder as Eddie sat forward. The headphones were around his neck and his notebook was forgotten on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” His eyebrows furrowed, and his already large brown eyes were even wider. 

“Nothing, Eds, just forgot I broke my ankle,” you replied, grimacing. He glanced at his watch, then at you.

“You’ve got an hour before your next dose of pain meds,” he said gently, rubbing your shoulder and the back of your neck. “We should probably get you some food now so it has time to settle. The percs could make you ralph.”

You simply shrugged at that. The last time you’d eaten was before the hospital, which felt like a lifetime ago.

Eddie made his way into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets. “What are you feeling? We got Spaghetti-Os, Doritos, fruit snacks — all the food groups.”

“How about something that won’t hurt when it comes back up?”

“Right, Saltines with chicken and stars soup it is.”

While the soup heated up on the stove, Eddie was back by your side. He helped you sit up, grabbing more pillows from his bedroom, and practically forced another blanket on you, despite the fact that you were already warm and about to eat hot soup.

Eventually, you were settled in, a horror movie Eddie had rented a few days ago in the VCR. He had just reached for his soup when you realized it.

“Eddie, I have to pee.”

He looked at you, trying to figure out if you were serious. 

“All right, sunshine, gimme your soup. We can heat it up when you’re done.”

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As it turned out, you did need surgery.

Eddie was more nervous about the procedure than you were. He did his best not to show it, but the way he fidgeted with his rings while the nurse took your vitals was a sure sign.

“Eddie, it’s going to be fine,” you said, reaching out to still his hands. He smiled weakly at you, nodding.

“Just not a big fan of hospitals, you know?” He wrinkled his nose. “They smell weird.”

You knew there were deeper reasons he didn’t like hospitals, but now wasn’t the time to address it. Eddie held onto your hand, tracing your nails.

“It was either this or chop off the foot,” you joked, trying to mask your own concern and elicit a laugh from him.

The nurse was back at the door of the room, ready to take you back. ”See you in a few hours.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, before catching the exasperated look from the nurse. “Well, except maybe the waiting room. But I’ll be there when you wake up.”

He was true to his word — as you came out of the haze of anesthesia, Eddie was right beside your bed, thumbing through a well-worn copy of The Hobbit.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. You about ready to go back home?” His grin was a lot stronger than the anemic smile from earlier.

“Hell yeah. Haven’t you read that book about a thousand times already?” You tapped the paperback he’d set on the bed.

Eddie’s explanation was interrupted by a doctor knocking on the doorframe, your name leaving his mouth in a grave tone.

“I’m afraid we’d like to keep you for observation a little longer,” the doctor began, medical terms sliding in one ear and out the other as he explained the situation. Beside you, Eddie’s fingers drummed out a rhythmless beat, and his eyes flicked from the doctor to you. If the doctors had concerns, it was probably best that you stay overnight, but you knew this was making your best friend more anxious than before.

“Thank you, doctor. But you think tomorrow I can go home?”

“Definitely. We just want to keep an eye on your blood pressure and breathing a little bit longer.” The doctor checked his clipboard, flipping to a different page and marking something down. “We’ll get you into another room soon, and find you some food. Use the call button if you need anything.”

You nodded, laying back in bed with a slight huff. Eddie raised his eyebrows at you.

“Dibs on the Jell-O.”

“You wish, Eddie.”

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When it came time to get your cast taken off, you almost didn’t want to get rid of it — in addition to the Hellfire crew’s signatures scrawled along it, Eddie had taken it upon himself to decorate the off-white plaster with doodles of demons, dice and flaming guitars.

“It could sell for a bunch of money one day,” he joked as he pulled his van back into the hospital parking lot, parking near the door. Eddie helped you down, and had to jog to catch up with you. You’d become pretty proficient on those crutches, needing less help from him as your recovery went on.

It was a bit of a shame, really. Having Eddie by your side was always normal, but when he was taking care of you, it was a facet of his personality you didn’t often see. Sure, he looked out for the younger boys in Hellfire and gave them advice. But his theatrical performances, with a lunch table as his stage and larger-than-life persona, seemed so far removed from how he rendered his caretaking duties, which were marked by a surprising amount of gentleness and thoughtfulness.

As you sat in the waiting room, leaning against his shoulder, your eyes traced the sweeping lines of the dragon that Eddie had inked onto your cast when you first got it. He’d been trying to make you feel better about the prospect of being immobile for so long. You’d promptly named the drawing Archibald.

“You know, I don’t think I could sell this,” you said, sticking your leg out and rotating it to get a better look. “Though I would love if you could draw Archibald for me on something other than this damn cast, so I could see him all the time.”

Eddie beamed. “Anything you want, sunshine.”

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alaska

pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

summary: this takes place on episode 21 of season 5. the team is in alaska, they are staying in an inn and reader has to share a bed with Reid.

content and warnings: fluff, sharing a bed, akwardness, minimal use of y/n, canon divergence obviously

author's note: english isn't my first language and i haven't written in a while, so this might not be perfect.this better get notes bcause i actually rewatched the episode to get the dialogues right

gif credits to hotch-girl

A sudden string of murders had taken you and the BAU team to the small town of Franklin, Alaska. As Hotch talked about what could motivate the murders, you sipped the coffee that Carol, the owner of the only hotel in town, had generously offered you.

"I've got four of the upstairs rooms available" Carol said, the coffee pot still warm in her hand

"Um, four?" Spencer inquiered, suddenly a little nervous about having to share a room with a teammate

"I'm not sleeping with Reid" Morgan said, earning an offended frown from the doctor.

"Dibs!" Penelope chanted quickly, putting her hand on top of Morgan's arm

"Okay, I'll pair up with Rossi, JJ go with Prentiss, and Reid, share with y/n". Hotch stated, ending the conversation

You nodded, unconsciously tightening your grip on the coffee mug you were holding. Spencer looked at you, giving you his signature awkward smile, and you drank the bitter beverage in an effort to hide your blush.

You had been working for the BAU for five months, and you had developed a crush on Spencer from the minute you saw him. You were in good terms with him, but your shyness had stopped you from getting too close.

And now, you had to endure an entire night with him. Awesome. You sighed, finally leaving the now empty mug on a table, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs.

As soon as you opened the door, your heart dropped. One bed. There was only one not-so-big, wooden bed in the middle of the room.

"Uh...I" you heard Spencer say next to you "Don't worry, I'll take the floor" he finished

"No, it's okay" you responded "It's just one night and that wouldn't be the best for your leg, anyways"

"Are you sure? Don't worry about my leg, the doctor said it's fully healed" he explained

"Yea, really, it's fine" you said, smiling at him reassuringly "I'll go take a shower"

You let the warm water drench your body as you took a deep breath. "I can do this" you thought "It's just one night, just lie on the bed, pretend he isn't there and sleep".

You finished showering and just as you stepped out of the shower, the light went off. "Fuck" you though "goodbye to drying my hair, I guess". You changed into your pajama pants and threw an old Doctor Who shirt on top, then dried your hair the best you could with a towel. Once you were content with your looks, you gathered all the courage you had and went back into the bedroom.

Spencer was already in bed, reading a book with a small flashlight, and he glanced up when you entered the room.

"Hey, you probably noticed but the power is out..." he interrupted himself with a grin "Nice shirt by the way, I didn't know you liked Doctor Who"

"Oh, um...yeah, I really like it" you said, looking down at you shirt "What were you saying?" you questioned him, noticing he was about to say something

"Uh, yeah, power is out so no light and no heating" he replied with an apologetic look

"Well, I hope the blankets are enough then" you said, getting into bed and covering yourself quickly

"I hope so" Spencer mumbled, closing his book and leaving it on the night stand "Goodnight"

"Goodnight" you echoed.

You had no idea had long it had been. Maybe five minutes, maybe twenty or mmaybe even half an hour. You were exhausted and wanted to sleep, but the cold and your own shivers kept waking you up constantly, to the point where you could actually hear your teeth chattering.

"Are you cold?" you heard Spencer whisper next to you

"S-s-orry Spencer...I didn't mean to w-wake you" you muttered, embarrassed

"No, don't worry, I wasn't asleep" he assured you, and you felt him turn to look at you

"I'm sorry, I guess the blankets weren't enough" he said, noticing your shivers even more now that he was looking at you

"It's o-okay" you whispered "Not your fault"

Spencer sighed "Do you want to...I mean, it's okay if you don`t want to, but the best way to increase your temperature is with human heat..I mean I don't want to cross a line but given the circumstances-"

"Reid" you cut him off "Are you offering to cuddle with me?"

"Yes, as I said, it's the best way to-" he started to ramble, but you interrupted him again

"Okay" you said, quickly turning around to face him "Whatever, I'm so fucking cold"

"All right" Spencer whispered, hesitantly wrapping his arm around your waist and moving a bit closer "Is this okay?"

God, he was warm. So, so warm. You sighed with relief as you felt his hot skin against your cold one

"Yeah, it's perfect" you said, your body slowly relaxing in his, your hands now open, resting on his warm chest.

"It's like hugging an iceberg" Spencer joked, making you chuckle

"Sorry, I shouldn't have showered" you laughed, feeling Spencer's soft breath as he laughed

After a few moments of comfortable silence, and Spencer's hand going up amd down your back to create heat, you were already feeling a lot warmer, but dind't want to let go of Spencer's body, and he didn't move either

"Feeling better?" he asked, looking you in the eyes with the help of the light that came through the window from the street.

You nodded softly, too scared to move or talk in case that made him let go of you. Reid smiled softly and you noticed how pretty, plump and pink his lips were...and then you noticed he was staring at your lips too, his eyes questiong.

Without thinking, you slowly moved you mouth close to his, searching for a reaction. He moved his hand away from your waist and gently put it in your cheek, moving your faces together until your lips were touching.

Your left hand gripped his shoulder as you deppened the kiss, your breath hitching in your throath. After a few you moments he broke the kiss and looked at you, smiling.

"I wanted to that for so long" he whispered

"Me too" you smiled, giving him a soft peck on the lips

Spencer held you tighter and kissed you forehead. "Let's get some sleep. We'll talk about us tomorrow" he said, caressing your now dry hair

You nodded and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep in his warm embrace.

I might actually write a part 2 once I recover form this one bc i hurt my own feelings somehow

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Flight Risk Masterlist

In which a pilot and a profiler become closer than originally planned   when Reid finally meets one of the elusive individuals flying the BAU jet.

Spencer Reid x Reader.

[Passengers, the captain has turned on the ‘fasten seatbelt’ sign, so if you haven’t already done so please store your carry-on baggage and feels in the overhead bin. We welcome you aboard Flight Risk, with non-stop slow-burn service. Our flight today will be 10 chapters long. Make sure your seat back and tray table are in the fully upright position, and please take a moment to put all electronic devices, other than the one you are reading this on, in airplane mode. We have no safety features to exhibit, but do note that in the event of an emergency such as a family member walking past, you can exit the story by clicking the “x” in the upper left corner of your screen. Flight attendants, please prepare the cabin for departure.]

Part I: In which a profiler meets a pilot.

Part II: In which a profiler says something he shouldn’t have and a pilot seeks the refuge of the sky

Part III: In which a profiler makes amends.

Part IV: In which airplane food is disappointing and the context of a case is heavy.

Part V: In which important words are shared in a bookstore and on a plane.

Part VI: In which things are lost and found and borrowed.

Part VII: In which there are some distances that must be maintained and others that are simply begging to be crossed.

Part VIII: In which a profiler and the stars have something in common, and a pilot has a decision to make.

Part IX: In which a profiler and a pilot try their best not to care, featuring an incredibly tacky hotel.

Part X: In which a profiler and a pilot find a safe place to land, and in which our story comes to a close.

Bonus: In which a profiler protects a pilot and a pilot loses something important.

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Sixteen - Symphony of Destruction

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

Summary: Kat and Eddie are finally confronted by Jason only to become even more haunted by Vecna taking another victim.

Warnings: established relationship, death, gore, anxiety/panic, swearing, “good girl”

Word count: 2.1k

Chapter song: Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth

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maturing is realising danny wheeler should be starlord and not christ brat