#headers chris brown

[cillirishan]

Reservoir Dogs headers

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

The post is much longer on Reddit. But I counted through the Until Dawn script (twice) just to see which characters have the most interactions with each other. The character-by-character breakdown looks like this (based on how I personally tackled the scoring system). I did a ranking of all 28 pairs on Reddit.

[cacoetheswriting]

what can i say after i'm sorry? | chapter four from right where you left me.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (modern day au) word count: 6.3k

summary: The sentence comes out a little more flirty than intended, but then again, you stopped thinking about what you sound like when his hands made home on your waist, under your t-shirt, over the skirt. Eddie’s smile doesn’t falter. His eyes search yours as his digits trace along the denim waistband. He then loops his index fingers in the belt hoops of your garment and pulls you even closer; flush against him.

content warnings: forced proximity, friends to enemies to lovers, slow burn, angsty, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, mentions & descriptions of underage alcohol consumption / substance abuse, recreational drug use, discusses sobriety, emotional hurt / comfort, we're entering the realm of fluff, mutual pining, also touches on topics of: death, grief, toxic relationships, self-doubt / insecurities, love triangle?, unrequited love, & i'm sorry but chrissy is a bit of a bitch here — pls let me know if i missed any!

psa: any images used in chapter headers don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also vaguely — if at all— described in the story.

Chrissy’s blue eyes are glistening in the afternoon sun. She’s smiling at Eddie, but the metal-head doesn’t seem to register her presence. He’s standing still as a rock, yet to address her, greet her, anything.

You’re frozen too. Unsure whether to intervene or make yourself scarce, although you’re leaning towards the latter because having a catch-up with the preppy blonde is frankly last on the list of things you’d like to do. Especially since her ex-boyfriend is right here and he’s your… exactly what is Eddie to you now?

Thankfully, Nancy appears. She comes looking for you and the brown-haired boy, reminding the two of you to be ready in twenty for the scheduled evening activities, then she halts when her eyes land on Chrissy. She glances between the three of you and you think how comical the scene in front of her must seem. Comically awkward, that is. Jesus, you think, if only the ground would swallow you whole.

“Wow, Chrissy, hi!” Nancy tries her best to appear cheerful. “We weren’t expecting you.”

The blonde shamelessly takes this as her queue to enter. She slides in past Eddie and gives Nancy a half-hug. She’s still to notice you standing in the corner, or if she already has, she’s yet to point you out. Eddie on the other hand, well, his attention is back solely on you. He looks apologetic. Brown eyes downcast, sad. As if Chrissy’s intrusion is the last thing he needed — and it is, if only he could tell you.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’ve been trying to get a hold of this one—” the blonde points behind her at the metal-head. “— but he’s been dogging my calls. I still had the details of this trip, so I thought I’d catch him here and then I’ll be out of your hair.”

Finally, Eddie speaks.

“A little out of your way, no?” He asks, head snapping from you to the blonde.

She playfully rolls her eyes, but you can see her mouth twitch. She’s annoyed that he’s annoyed that she came. Clearly not the welcome she’s been expecting.

“Don’t be silly, Eds.” Chrissy chastises, trying to keep her tone easygoing. “You remember, I have a college meet one city over. That’s why I couldn’t come with you this weekend.”

“You couldn’t come because we broke up, Chris.” Eddie states coolly, hands on his hips. “Hence, you were uninvited.”

She waves him off. “Semantics.”

There’s a beat of silence. The two exes are having some sort of stare down and you think maybe this is a good chance to make your escape. As you take a step however, the floorboard creaks and Chrissy shifts to look where you’re standing.

“Hmm,” she muses, not even a measly hello, “Eds said you were invited. Frankly, I didn’t think you’d show, but here you are.”

“Here I am,” you say, plastering on a blanket smile. “It’s good to see you, Chrissy.”

And because you’re suddenly feeling territorial, not to mention petty, you turn to Eddie. The smile you give him, as opposed to his ex-girlfriend, is genuine. Edging on a tad bit flirty. 

“Find me after, okay?”

In a hushed whisper, Nancy later tells you that the look on Chrissy’s face was priceless. Clearly you missed it because you were too focused on the metal-head himself. The way his brow arched, surprised. The way his mouth parted and the tip of his tongue rested plush on his bottom lip. The way he cleared his throat, perhaps in an attempt to regain some composure.

Up in your bedroom, you exhale a breath you were holding for that entire interaction, then text your parents individually to check in.

Your head is spinning.

From previous light stalking, you knew Eddie and Chrissy were a thing, and you also knew they broke up. The first fact bothered you endlessly. The second selfishly made you quite happy. 

Eddie Munson is the guy. The one who knew how to make you laugh without even trying. The one who you could talk to for hours without getting bored. The one who always looked out for your best interest. The one who picked up the pieces until they shattered him. The one you still care about so much it physically hurts. 

Now he’s here with Chrissy. Even though he doesn’t seem too happy with her presence, the thought of them together under one roof — if only for a few hours — is bothering you endlessly.

Curious to learn more about their relationship, you decide to question the vault of knowledge concerning your friend group: Steve. Once you finish getting ready for the evening, you go to find Mr. Gossip and you do so outside, hanging around by the cars, a little stoned.

“I heard the big commotion, sweetheart.” He greets you, offering you his cigarette. “You alright?”

Bopping your head, you take the dart off him and place it between your lips, inhaling. You then lean against your red Jeep, next to the tall brunette.

“They seem to hate each other,” you point out, exhaling the smoke.

Steve snorts and lights another bum for himself. “Well, they didn’t exactly end on the best of circumstances.” He says.

“Oh yeah?”

“Someone’s feeling nosy,” Harrington teases, nudging your side with his elbow.

“Excuse me for caring,” you defend, taking another puff from the disease stick. “Guess I’ll go back to this morning when I didn’t give a shit about his stupid life.”

Steve laughs and throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in closer. Resting your head against his broad frame, you instantly relax. That’s the beauty of Steve Harrington. A walking meditation session.

“As if you never gave a shit,” he calls you out on your bullshit.

He then nuzzles his head closer to yours, until his mouth is at your ear. “You look hot, by the way.” Harrington admits, “And I know that’s not for me or any other guy who’ll look your way tonight.”

“Fuck off, Steve.” You mumble lightheartedly, after blowing out another puff of smoke.

He laughs again while leaning back, although his arm remains around you, hugging. The two of you finish off your retrospective cigarettes in this position, waiting for everyone else to gather outside.

One by one, they appear and walk down the gravel. Jonathan and Nancy are first, with Argyle on their heels. He says something about canoeing and Nancy has to remind him that was this morning, now you’re all supposed to be going to the local carnival ground. Robin is next. She’s wearing an outfit not too dissimilar to yours — an oversized vintage band tee and a denim skirt, though yours is shorter — and she squeals with excitement how this is just like high school.

“Is Eddie coming?” Buckley asks, sticking out a hand in Steve’s direction to bum a smoke. “Heard the hurricane is here.”

“He’s coming,” Nancy answers, then proceeds to look at you before adding, “Chrissy is coming too.”

“Jesus…” Steve groans, gently bumping his head into yours. You can’t help but giggle at his dramatic reaction and think how grateful you are he’s here. Especially now that the unwanted guest has inserted herself further into this group's plans.

A few more minutes pass before Eddie joins. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, palms clammy. He’s got his own stuck in the pockets of his leather jacket. His head hangs low, one would think he’s watching his step but you can instantly tell he’s upset. Steve senses you stiff in his arms and squeezes you reassuringly — just in time for the metal-head to look your way and witness it.

His jaw locks. Upset turns to something different, something darker. You notice the strain on the material of his pockets, as if his fingers turned into fists. Here he is, once again catching you in the arms of his best mate, Steve. Only this time, he can’t give you crap because a few steps behind him is his personal demon, Chrissy. She waves. Jonathan is the only one to wave back, and Robin mutters how the older Byers boy is always so fucking polite. 

“Girly pop over here doesn’t deserve it for making us late.” Robin adds. She’s talking to her shoes, kicking the small stones around, but everyone in her close vicinity can hear.

This makes Steve snicker into the side of your head and you nudge him to stop, having to also bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from having the same reaction.

“Be nice,” Nancy says, shooting Eddie an apologetic glance. 

The metal-head just shrugs and you’re instantly filled with regret. If it wasn’t for Steve’s hold on you, you’d cross the path and take Eddie’s hand in yours because fuck Chrissy and her sudden appearance that’s dampened the mood. Tensions were high, but now they’re plain depressing and you hate to blame one person, except it seems like everyone else is doing the same.

Jonathan is designated driver number one. He calls out Nancy, Eddie, and Chrissy. You’re designated driver number two and the older Byers orders Robin, Steve, and Argyle to jump into your Jeep. 

You share a look with Eddie as he holds the car door open for his ex-girlfriend. Something between longing and regret, or an imperfect mix of both. 

You don’t have to guess what he’s thinking. It’s written all over his face. Sorrow. For his encounter with Billy, for not trying hard enough to tell you, for not trying hard enough to help you through your grief, for pushing you when you weren’t ready to be pushed, for solely blaming you when it came to the breakdown of this friendship, for not trying to contact you when you left, for the last three years, for how he reacted when he saw you yesterday, for Chrissy and not getting to finish your earlier conversation, for everything. The whole thing, visible on his facial features.

The brunette can read you too. The facade of the last few days has fallen. Drowned under that canoe earlier. You’re exactly who he knew back in high school, matured but otherwise unchanged, and he can get inside your head without trying.

What you’re telling him with your eyes, because you couldn’t say it with words earlier, is: forgiven. There’s no blame to be held over Billy’s last night and the fact Eddie didn’t tell you when it happened. Fresh start, that’s what you’re after. You told him so on the canoe and now you’re confirming it with your honest stare.

When the metal-head reluctantly breaks eye contact and slides into Jonathan’s car, you shudder, close to tears. 

Argyle asks if he can light up in your car. Buckley answers for you with an, “Only if you stick your head out the window.”. He does. Steve follows suit and the two of them pass the joint back and forth in the backseat, giggling into the dusking air.

Watching them, through the rear view mirror, you’re reminded of high school with Eddie. Of sitting in the back of his beat up van, essentially hotboxing the thing, always giggling. A smile circles your lips at the memory. You’ve shoved the good times deep down. Afraid to think of him in such a light because of what happened in the end. One hand on the steering wheel, the other creeps up slowly to the chain around your neck and the small red guitar pick. You squeeze your fingers around it and think, now you’re moving forward. Your therapist would be proud.

“She’s such a bitch to him,” Robin breaks the silence.

You drop your hand. Reposition it on the wheel.

“Who?”

“Chrissy,” she says, obviously. “All sweet and charming? That changed sometime after graduation and a little into their relationship. She chastised him for every little thing he did that she didn’t agree with. She mocked his hobbies and sometimes even his dreams, to the point he even left the band—”

“But that band meant everything to him.”

“—She hated how he decided not to go to college, even though she’s the one that shat all over his application. She pushed him into that local radio station job and then envied him for becoming so popular around Hawkins.”

“I didn’t know he worked at WSQK,” you say, although how could you know since you’re the one who cut all contact with the group. You didn’t even know he left Corroded Coffin.

Robin nods. “Yeah. He’s damn good at it too!” She says excitedly, “Does their midnight call-in thing and boy, do people call in. He’s especially popular with middle-aged ladies. That deep sultry voice he puts on, they eat it up.”

You laugh. An image of Eddie getting approached around town by women old enough to be your mom, fawning over him and asking for his autograph like he’s some sort of playmate. Eddie loves attention, so you know he’ll play along. Take a couple of pictures and sign whatever receipt they have on hand. If you were there, you’d egg them on then tease him endlessly about his new-found fanbase. Seems Chrissy was the opposite and it makes your heart ache just a little bit more for the metal-head.

“Why did they break up?” You ask, hoping to not come off as desperate as earlier, when you were fishing for information from Steve.

Robin doesn't seem to care if you are. In fact, she seems as though she’d been waiting to give this information up.

“Well,” she begins, “what Miss Priss hated most of all is Eddie’s inability to get over you.”

You scoff because you don’t believe her. “Oh please, Rob. That’s ludicrous.”

She shrugs in the passenger seat then looks behind at the boys, who are still lost in their own little world, before focusing her attention on you.

“She asked him numerous times to move to Indianapolis with her. Each time, he said no. He’d rather be long distance than miss an opportunity to bump into you; if you ever came back to Hawkins. Then, Nancy decided to plan this getaway - I think she was just sick of seeing him so miserable - and the first thing she told us was her guest list, which of course included you. The next day, Eddie and Chrissy were finished.” Robin explains, “Wild coincidence, if you ask me.”

You open your mouth to refute her reasoning, but you close it just as quickly. There’s no such thing as coincidence, is what you want to tell her, but that only seems to prove her point. So the conversation ends there and moments later, the carnival grounds come into view.

Jonathan’s car in front. You follow him through the parking area and pull the break next to him. Before jumping out, Robin ensures the two boys in the back have rolled closed their retrospective windows. Argyle says, “Yes, mom.”, which makes Steve smirk, then your own laugh follows. Next, the four of you hit the ground in fits of giggles and smirks — while the other four seem downright depressed.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but before I can hop on any rides, I need water.” Steve says, holding onto your arm for support as the joint works its magic. “A lot of it. I’m pretty sure Argyle just tried to poison me.”

“Hey, man!” The other guy drawls. “All consensual, my friend. I have witnesses.”

Robin snorts, sneaking her arm through your free one and you find yourself in a Harrington-Buckley sandwich. No hope of speaking to Eddie alone with these two attached to your hip, but maybe that’s the whole point with Chrissy here. Maybe, considering everything you just learned from your blonde friend, you’re supposed to pass like ships in the night for a couple more hours.

Eddie on the other hand wishes the two of them would fuck off for a moment. Three, if you count his clingy ex-girlfriend. While your ride over seemed to be smooth sailing — he assumes — his was one from hell.

Chrissy wouldn’t stop questioning Nancy and Jonathan about your arrival to the lakehouse. Fishing for information to corroborate what she’s thinking: that Eddie cheated. Emotionally maybe, but never physically. He tried to tell her that on numerous occasions. You two never reconnected over the last three years. Chrissy however, doesn’t seem to buy it. “What kind of loser pines over a girl that blatantly rejected him?”, her words.

She says she’s here because she learned their dog is sick. Her dog. Eddie just walked it a couple of times and suddenly it’s their baby or some shit. The real reason is far more sinister. She’s here to make his life hell by cutting you out of it once and for all. He just hasn’t figured out how exactly she plans on doing that in such a short amount of time, aside from not leaving his side which will make it impossible to catch you alone.

“I could get a drink too,” he announces and of course, Chrissy says the same a split-second later.

“Alright.” Jonathan nods. “The three of us will get some tokens and we can meet by the Ferris Wheel in fifteen.”

Robin leads, arm still linked with yours, while you drag Steve along as he babbles about how nice you smell. Eddie and Chrissy are a few steps behind.

Everything inside of you screams to turn around because you can feel a pair of chocolate-button eyes stuck firmly to your frame, but you don’t, afraid of also catching daggers from a certain blonde.

They take it upon themselves to go and order. Rather Eddie does and Chrissy sticks to him like a leech. Considering this is a place you bring your family, water and soda are the only items on the menu — and it’s a bottle of still for Harrington while you and Robin opt for a Diet Coke.

Soon enough, Chrissy wanders back with your drinks. She says Eddie is paying and lifts her own soft drink to cheer. Politely, you do just that and proceed to bring the plastic cup to your lips. Your movements halt when you sniff the liquid beneath.

“Is there alcohol in this?”

“Why? Do you want there to be?” Her eyes full of mischief.

Before you can answer her, Robin takes the soda from your grasp and takes a sip. You watch her make a face and your suspicions quickly prove correct.

“Chrissy, this is laced with vodka.” Robin exclaims which gets Harrington’s attention, who up until this point was walking around in circles, staring at the darkening sky. He motions for Robin to put the cup to his mouth. Rolling her eyes, she does just that and he spits the dark liquid out just as fast as he sipped it.

“Jesus, Chrissy!” He wipes his mouth. “Are you trying to poison her?”

The blonde’s gaze narrows, albeit momentarily, as she looks between the three of you. The accusation hangs unspoken, although you’re all thinking it and Chrissy knows she’s been caught: especially since Robin tries her own drink next and it turns out to be exactly what she ordered, a Diet Coke. Un-spiked.

To make matters worse, as you continue to stare at her in somewhat of a disbelief, Steve’s slightly sobered up (thanks to his magical water and an appetite for vengeance). He’s raising his voice, trying to get her to admit what she’s done, but she’s adamant that she handed you the drink exactly as it was handed to her. To an outsider, the picture paints itself. A guy shouting at a girl. The crowd begins to point and murmur. You hear someone question, “why are her friends just standing there?”.

“What the fuck is going on?” Eddie slides in between Chrissy and Steve.

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” Harrington says in an accusatory tone, pointing towards the blonde with his now half-drank bottle of water. “Then again, she won’t tell you the truth, so why don’t you try this drink here and tell me what you think.”

Despite Chrissy saying his name, Eddie does exactly what Harrington’s requested and instantly his eyes snap to you. You, who’s still staring at his ex-girlfriend, unable to move, while Robin rubs your shoulders and repeats for the hundredth time that it’s all fine, you never took a sip so everything is okay.

Anger bubbles inside of the metal-head. He faces Chrissy, fully blocking her from your view, and practically shoves the cup into her grasp, spilling some of the fizzy liquid in the process, all over Chrissy’s white Converse.

“What the fuck, Chris?” Eddie grits through his teeth, “And don’t you dare deny this shit with me. Nancy just told you that she—” He points to you. “—is sober and suddenly there’s a drink in her hand, provided by you.”

“It’s just some harmless fun,” she defends, “You’re all being overly dramatic.”

Eddie’s fingers are at the bridge of his nose. He exhales before dropping his hand and glancing at you from over his shoulder. You blink then meet his gaze and immediately his expression softens. He mouths, ‘are you okay’, to which you nod because what else are you supposed to do? His fucking ex-girlfriend, who appears to be quite psycho when it comes to you, just tried to knowingly end your sobriety streak. This is nuts, even for your standards.

“Why don’t you apologise, so we can go have some actual fun.” Eddie orders, addressing her head on. He then steps aside, although he makes a point by standing closer to you than the blonde.

Chrissy rolls her eyes, but obliges. “I’m sorry.”

And you’re about to say something stupid like, ‘No harm, no foul.’, when a smirk spreads across her otherwise perfect lips and she continues with, “I just remember how much fun you used to be when you drank. At my graduation party, for instance. No one's going to forget that girl.”

“Oh for fuck sake, Chrissy.” Robin’s the one to jump to your defence before the other girl can say any more. 

You don’t stick around to hear the rest. You don’t want to. Hastily, you excuse yourself and before anyone can stop you, you leave them behind in search for Nancy and Jonathan — who appear to be the only sane people in this group.

Although, when you hear that stupid moniker being called out, you stop immediately and turn on your heel. Eddie’s right behind and the way he’s looking at you as he approaches, stopping just as his toes touch yours, might make you burst.

“I’m sorry about her,” he says.

You shake your head. “She’s a grown woman. You shouldn’t have to apologise for her actions.”

“Well, it’s my fault she’s acting this way,” he reasons.

“Eddie, I think we both know that it’s me.” You counter but don’t elaborate because this doesn’t feel like the right time to unpack all of… that. “Robin told me you work at WSQK. Congratulations. Sounds like a fun gig.”

He smiles, seemingly unbothered by the change of topic, and as the light dimples form at the bottom of his cheekbones, you wish you could be the reason he smiles forever — like the good old days.

“It pays the bills,” he says.

“I think you’re being modest. Robin made it sound like half the town’s eligible bachelorettes want to be the next Mrs. Munson.”

This gets him to laugh. The sound is music to your ears and fuel for your beating heart. The organ swells inside your chest and skips a beat or two, but who’s really counting. Definitely not you since, instead, you return his happy expression.

“So, can anyone call into this show of yours or is the requirement to be over the age of forty with a mortgage and three kids?”

“Married or divorced?” He counters.

“Depends how scandalous you’re feeling.” 

The sentence comes out a little more flirty than intended, but then again, you stopped thinking about what you sound like when his hands made home on your waist, under your t-shirt, over the skirt. Eddie’s smile doesn’t falter. His eyes search yours as his digits trace along the denim waistband. He then loops his index fingers in the belt hoops of your garment and pulls you even closer; flush against him.

“Definitely scandalous,” the metal-head replies in a hushed tone.

Seconds pass and neither of you makes any attempt to move. The rest of the carnival fades into nothingness.

“To answer your question,” he continues, “Anyone in the great state of Indiana can call in.”

You smack your lips together, pondering his answer. “I’ll keep that in mind, hot shot.”

He raises a brow. “Hot shot, huh?” Tasting the new nickname on his lips, Eddie lets go of your skirt and therefore, of you. However, you don’t get a chance to miss his touch as he delicately twirls you around and throws one arm over your shoulders. “I think I like that.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as he leads you through the crowd, towards the Ferris Wheel. 

A thought crosses your mind, that perhaps whatever this is, is too soon into rebuilding the foundations of your friendship. You’re all for moving forward, but perhaps step-by-step would be better than jumping in head first. Then again, haven’t you regretted not jumping for the last three years?

“Where’s everyone else?” Jonathan questions as the two of you approach. 

“They’ll catch up,” Eddie says plainly and fishes out a handful of tokens from the older Byers. “See you from up there!” He shouts while walking away, with you still under his arm.

On top of the big wheel, Eddie catches you by further surprise when he retrieves his phone and snaps a picture of the two of you together. He doesn’t comment on it, so you don’t either. Instead, you enjoy the moment.

Afterwards, he leads you to the bumper cars, then the carousel. He holds your hand on the Freefall and the Scrambler. He pulls you through the Haunted House, keeping you close — by your waist, your arm, ring-clad fingers stretched on your lower back. You’re floating. Unable to process exactly what’s happening, but loving it nonetheless. Every damn second.

Soon Eddie’s feeling competitive and decides to try some games. In balloon darts, he wins his first prize: a small pink plushy that kind of looks like a rabbit, but also not really. The two of you laugh at the deformed animal in his grasp, until he gives it to you and it’s no longer funny.

“He belongs to you,” Eddie says simply and suddenly, the little toy holds a lot of weight.

The rest of the night, you spend as a group. You’re sharing a portion of fries with Robin, she’s across from you at the picnic table. Steve’s on your right, Eddie on your left — and you can’t help but chuckle at the irony of this sandwich. A few years ago, you know it would have sent the metal-head into a spiral. Hell, a mere twenty-four hours ago he flipped a lid when he walked in on you hugging Harrington. Now, the rugged brunette’s hand is on your thigh, his leather jacket is draped over your shoulders, and he’s yapping away to Steve (best buds).

On the other end of the table, Jonathan and Nancy are talking about being in the final stages of buying a house. To which Argyle says he’ll take over the lease of their current apartment and Robin jokes he first needs to hold down a job. He throws a rolled up napkin at her head, she catches it with ease and chucks it back at him.

“You’ll have a room,” Nancy addresses you, “If you ever decide to step foot back in Hawkins.”

You smile at her, though your focus is on Eddie’s fingers tightening against your bare thigh. He continues his conversation with Steve, but one ear is perked to what you’re going to say to Nancy’s offer. And the words that slip disappoint him slightly.

“Thanks, Nance. I’ll think about it.”

Even Chrissy is playing nice, though every time you look her way, she’s not too pleased. She probably didn’t think you’d spend the whole evening with her ex-boyfriend, being forced to watch the two of you have the fun she thought she was entitled to. Well, she ruined it for herself, you think, she shouldn’t have spiked your drink.

Later, back at the house, Chrissy exacts her frustration. It’s suddenly too late for her to drive anywhere and she weasels her way into Eddie’s bedroom, not giving him a chance to protest. The metal-head doesn’t have time for anger because his gaze finds yours and his heart sinks. The sadness in your eyes is palpable. You’re doing your best to hide it by offering him a timid smile, clutching the pink plushy in your arms, but he knows better. You’d hoped she’d leave and frankly, he did too.

Eddie was hoping to talk about Nancy’s comment from earlier. He’s a rational man. Obviously he didn’t think you’d suddenly move home. There’s a whole life you’ve built for yourself in Las Vegas. One he wasn’t a part of and even now that the two of you were somewhat back on track, he’s unsure how he fits into that part of you — if at all.

Chrissy’s continuous lingering presence is making the whole thing more excruciating.

“She’s never going to go for you,” the blonde states matter-of-factly. “You’re once again getting your hopes up and she is going to hurt you. That’s what she’s good at.”

Eddie closes his bedroom door and instantly regrets it.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Chris.” He grumbles and spins on his heel to look at his ex-girlfriend. 

“I want you to realise that she’s not the girl for you,” she states, approaching him. “I am. I’ve been in your corner since our graduation party, if not longer. I’ve supported you, I’ve loved you. A-and you don’t even have the decency to be honest with me when you break things off.”

“I was honest, Chris.” Eddie replies. “Not my fault you don’t believe me.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes. “Oh give me a break! You’ve never stopped loving her, that’s the part you haven’t been honest about. You just hoped I’d be stupid enough to not care and settle!” She yells, arms thrown to the wind. “And I would have, Eddie. I really, really would have. But then she had to make an appearance and fuck me does she have you by the balls. It’s pathetic.”

Never in his wildest dreams did the metal-head think you’d come back into his life. Sure, he hoped, but daydreaming never got him anywhere. And despite what Chrissy might think, Eddie didn’t end his relationship for you. That would be insane considering you’ve turned him down once before, plus he held this ridiculous grudge…

“So what? I don’t love you like you want to be loved and it’s my fault for ending things? You deserve better than someone like me, Chris.”

She scoffs. “Right.”

A beat of silence passes by.

The staredown evolves from one of animosity to inexplicable sadness. Chrissy’s eyes fill with tears and Eddie hates himself for not realising sooner how much he actually hurt this poor girl. He didn’t think he led her on. Truthfully, he really thought they’d be together forever, or whatever the phrase kids use these days.

Eddie broke up with Chrissy because he realised he’d rather be alone and miserable than with anyone else other than you.

“I hope you find someone worthy, Chris.” Eddie means it.

“I’ll be out of your hair by morning.”

He slowly bops his head and without saying anything else, he slides out of the room.

Guilt bubbles and Chrissy’s words start to haunt him. “She’s never going to go for you.”. Doesn’t matter if the blonde said it out of spite, she still put it out into the universe. Of course he’s not delusional. It’s barely been twenty-four hours, that’s hardly enough to warrant any�� feelings. But when you smile at him or cuddle into him like you did all evening, you don’t pull away when he takes your hand or hugs you. There’s familiarity in these actions. Shit, there’s feelings. Logic goes out the window.

He leans one arm on the fridge door and stifles through the contents. The kitchen is dark aside from a light bulb above the cooker. The house is deadly still too. Seems everyone has gone to sleep and that’s what Eddie intends to do after he drowns his anxieties in a couple of beers — might also make the couch more comfortable considering Chrissy has probably already locked his bedroom door.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His fingers tighten around the glass bottle at the sound of your voice and after he straightens, closing the fridge, his eyes catch yours like magnets.

He lifts his beer. “Tea time.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you cross the kitchen towards him, only to stop at the kettle. With a flick, the vessel begins heating up water and you reach for a mug.

“I like tea.”

Eddie can’t help but smile. Even more when you add, “I had a good time tonight.”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Me too, angel.”

Dropping a tea bag into your cup, you also drop your gaze and clear your throat. Immediately, the metal-head stiffens in his spot, although neither of you have any reason to be nervous about what happens next.

“We do have to talk about some stuff though.”

And you do. All night. 

High school, Billy, that godforsaken graduation party, to you leaving without a goodbye, finally life that happened in between now and then. Thoughts, feelings, all explained and out on the table. Wounds reopened and poked until dried blood is fresh again. Tears fall. More apologies. Endless forgiveness. Then laughter. So much laughter.

By the time two o’clock in the morning comes around, you’re lighter. Almost… free. You also feel closer to the metal-head in an unexpected way. Sure, the two of you were best friends back in school, but this, right now, seems different. Stronger.

He’s matured. Changed for the wiser and you’re not quite sure what to do with his mind. He’s not the act-don’t-think Eddie you remember. Yes, even he admits there are times his mouth works before his brain can, but that’s just down to his heart doing the deciding. He appears more relaxed, confident. Not the facade he used to present to hide his true self, but actually confident. Kinda hot, you think. Although, that’s one thing that hasn’t changed about the metal-head.

You’re admiring the way his light locks frame his face, adding to the charm of his dotted freckles and timid frown lines. Dimples present themselves when he smiles because he knows you’re watching him from the other end of the sofa, observing, analysing. The shadows created by candlelight only make him more alluring. You don’t feel ashamed for staring. He’s really quite picturesque. Crafted by something of divine nature.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie repeats your earlier question, only with a little more flare. He lifts his head from his phone and meets your wandering eyes.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you smile.

“Thinking about all the ladies who are missing you on the radio tonight, hot shot.” You tease, nudging his calf with the ball of your foot.

He laughs all velvety and fine — music to your ears.

“I’m sure they’ll survive.” He says, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around your painted toes. “Plus, I have a good second-hand man. He’ll keep them entertained.”

You arch a brow.

Eddie elaborates, “Henderson.”

Now, it’s your turn to laugh. You drop your head in a fit of giggles, captivating him in the process. He grows consumed by the melodic sound and the light in your eyes as your perfect smile grows wider. He fixates on the curve of your jawline, and the curve of something else as his gaze wanders downwards. He swallows, pulse increasing. The feel of your bare skin under his grasp isn’t helping.

“Angel?”

Your gaze lands on the brunette once more. “Hot shot?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re grinning at one another, giddy, like a couple of kids who had too much sugar. Except, Eddie’s also wondering if he should tell you how beautiful you look (since that’s why he called for your attention in the first place), and you’re suddenly thinking that returning to Hawkins — even if only temporary — might not be such a bad idea.

“I had a really good day today. With you.” The metal-head admits.

The smile on your face shifts slightly to something more sweet. You reach for the coffee table. Rather for the mug atop of it, previously filled with tea and now filled with water, and lift the ceramic in his direction.

“Here’s to many more, I hope.” You say earnestly and decide then that since second chances are hard to come by, you’re not about to ruin this one by disappearing from him again. “Maybe even back home.”

Eddie’s gaze widens at your words, but he doesn’t ask exactly what you mean by them because he knows better than to count his blessings — especially when it comes to you.

Instead, he pulls you closer by your ankles while you pathetically contain a squeak. He drapes your legs over his lap and slides one hand under your t-shirt, around your waist, and up your spine. A shiver runs through your entire being. Then again when he removes the cup from your grasp, fingers zapping yours. He sets it aside once again, not breaking eye contact, and riding the high of bravery, Eddie holds your jaw.

“Sounds good to me.” Voice dark, eyes darker.

And throwing caution to the wind, he dips his head forward.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hiiiiiii

How are you? I hope you are doing good.

Anyway

So

We all know the 9 best seconds of "Under your influence" by Chris Brown, right?

That, but with Bucky. 🥹 (No smut, please)

Thank you <3

Under Your Influence » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky’s so in love with you that he’s under your influence.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I apologize for taking so long to get to your request. It took me a while to come up with an idea for your request.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky walked in the gym of the Avengers Compound to see you training with Natasha. He stood in the doorway and watched as you and Natasha sparred. He couldn’t help but become entranced with your fighting technique. The way you threw punches and kicks made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky has had a crush on you for a while now, but he’s not sure how to tell you how he feels about you. Bucky was so entranced by you that he didn’t hear Steve walk up behind him.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, making Bucky jump.

“I- uhh… nothing.” Bucky says nervously.

Steve followed Bucky’s gaze to you.

“Oh I see what’s going on here.” Steve starts. “You’re impressed with Y/N’s improvement since she became an Avenger.” He says.

“Yes!” He said a little too fast. “I’m definitely impressed with her improvement.” He says, nervously smiling.

Steve stared at Bucky for a moment, knowing that something is going on with him, but he didn’t want to press on about it.

“Ok, well…” Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder. “See you later.” He says before walking away.

Bucky nodded and turned his attention back to you. Natasha glanced at Bucky and smirked.

“I think Barnes is staring at you.” Natasha whispers.

You turned your head to see Bucky looking at you. His face turned red in embarrassment when you caught him staring at you. He quickly left the gym, making you and Natasha giggle.

“The man is clearly in love with you.” She states. “It’s been years since he’s been in love” She says.

“You think he’s in love with me?” You asked.

“Yes!” She smiles. “You should talk to him!” She says.

“You know what…” You start, a smile forming on your face. “I just might.” You say.

Later that day, you walked in the lounge room to see Bucky filling out a mission report from a previous mission.

“Hi, Sarge!” You say, smiling.

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky says, looking up from the mission report.

“You know…” You took a seat next to him on the couch. “I seen you staring at me when I was training with Nat earlier.” You say.

“I-I’m sorry.” He stutters. “I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything.” He says, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

“It’s fine, Bucky.” You giggled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re impressed with my fighting skills. Is that it?” You asked.

“Yes!” He said too fast. “Your fighting skills have improved a lot. Not that you’re bad at fighting, it’s just- I’m going to shut up before I say something to embarrass myself.” He says.

Bucky gathered his papers and stood up. You quickly grabbed his wrist before he walked away.

“Don’t leave.” You pouted. “I like hearing you talk.” You say.

“Y-You do?” He asks, stuttering.

Bucky hasn’t felt this nervous around a girl since he was a teenager.

“Yes.” You stand up. “I like seeing those handsome lips moving when you’re talking.” You say in a flirty tone.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when you reached up to rub your thumb across his bottom lip. He stared deep in your eyes as you leaned in and kissed him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his lips due to the height difference. Bucky was caught by surprise, but kissed you back. He tossed the mission report on the couch and placed his hands on your waist, pulling your body against his. You left him breathless when you pulled away.

“Holy shit…” Bucky says breathlessly.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Looks like I have you under my influence, Sarge.” You say in a flirty tone.

“I’ve been under your influence since the day we met.” He says.

“Oh yea?” You bit your bottom lip and stood on your tippy toes. “I love having you under my influence.” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver through his body.

“Me too.” He says, kissing you again.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[eph3merall]

let's talk some more about toxic!chris . . .

you can't help the giddy feeling in your stomach at the sight of chris' "omw" text. all thoughts of trying to convince him into a relationship disappear into thin air when he says that he can make everything better. who are you to decline that?

the wait felt like forever. it was probably ten minutes or so, and soon enough you're laying comfortably on your bed with chris in between your legs. his hands shove your knees up to your chest, the position uncomfortable at first, but any pain got replaced with pleasure with how chris' nose nudged at your bundle of nerves.

"tastes s'good, baby, jus' needed me to make it all better, right?" the words are mumbled against your cunt, and he didn't exactly realize he was the problem in the first place, though. you were about to reply, only for the words to die on your tongue and get replaced with a hoarse sob at how chris' tongue prodded at your entrance.

he licked a stripe up your cunt, eyes lifting up from underneath the brown curly tufts of hair on his head to playfully meet yours. he's quick to dive back in however—lips wrapping around your clit to suck gently on. he doesn't miss how you're thrashing, trying to grind down on his face, ringed hands holding the back of your thighs down to keep them pinned in place.

he's eating like a man starved, beard covered in your slick and hair slightly damp from sweat. mumbled praises are said right against your pussy, making you buck and tremble. and before you know it you can feel the knot untwisting in your stomach, a hand reaching down to grip desperately at chris' hair. "gonna cum, chris, 'm gonna cum—"

"come on, give it t'me," and his tongue is licking broad stripes and then alternating into fast flicks and you're coating his face in your slick with a few loud sobs and moans. his hands slowly ease up their grip on your thighs and he's wiping his face and lips off when he rises up onto his knees.

chris is so pretty you forget you were trying to convince him to date you. he's so sweet that you forget you saw him with multiple other girls at a party just a few days ago. you forget that you saw him drag some girls away into a private room.

forget, forget, forget. that's what chris wants you to do. because he can't get into a relationship with you. no matter how sweet you are. how loving.

in the midst of him cleaning you up, you forget that he's an absolute fucking asshole.

that text message photo in my header made by me!! cred if u wanna use

omg! smut!!! wowie

masterlist coming soon (+ lots of matt stuff)

was this good pls give feedback lollsjsba

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©eph3merall 2024

[sturn32iolo11]

late night coffee

barista!chris x nightowl!reader

hello! i came up with this idea, do not steal, and ask if you want to do something similar. written by courtney.

divders by @bernardsbendystraws

header by me!

WARNINGS: fluff, nicknames (pretty girl, baby, etc), coffee late at night.

11pm. thursday. your walking down the street, mercedes by $wag Nightmare on FULL blast, blocking out reality. you see a cafe, and you knew you'd be up, so why not.

when you walk in, the bell jingles as you open the door. the smell is heaven to you, vanilla, coffee and...cologne?

when you walk to the counter, your heart skips a beat...or four. he's gorgeous, silky brown hair and slight freckles if you look close enough, plump pink lips, just asking to be put on yours.

you take out your headphones, which you never do, and read his name tag. chris... you think to yourself how moanable his name is, before shaking your head. 'snap out of it y/n, you dont even know him!' you say in your head.

"hey girl, we were bout to close, but i'll take time for a pretty girls order." he say, god, that voice...

when he lean forward on the counter, his cologne gets even stronger, and you swear you came there and then. "y-yeah ill just have like... a..um," god y/n, you know this coffee shops menu like the back of your fucking hand! why are you stuttering?

"pretty girl, its late. are you sure you want a coffee? you'll be up all night." he says, scratching the back of his neck. pretty girl? oh god, you folded.

"just, get me an americano!" you blurt out, feeling pressured by your arousal. you know you hate americanos. you were such a dumbass.

he chucles at your pressured blurt out, and nods "one americano, coming up baby."

once you get it, your eyes immedietly go to his hand. they were so hot. you wondered what they'd be like around your neck.

you build up the courage and inhale sharply before blurting "can i please get your number, your so hot!" and your hand immedietly flies to your mouth eyes wide

he laughs, finding it adorable. "of course, couldn't say no you you, ma." he writes his number on a note pad and hands it to you.

you sigh of relief, so glad he found it cute and not weird. you take the note into your pocket and nod, walking out.

should i make this a series? lmk!

[maraxp]

this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and i don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. i still wish to write though so i will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

DO YOU HAVE A MASTERLIST?

my masterlist is the [ 🏴‍☠️ ] at the top of my blog in the navigation, it can also be found on the left hand side of my blog when viewing on desktop.

ARE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN?

please check my masterlist [ 🏴‍☠️ ] for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.

WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?

i use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. i get most of my images from pinterest.

WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?

MARVEL

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper

THE WALKING DEAD

negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa

RESIDENT EVIL

leon scott kennedy, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham, ada wong, luis sera, albert wesker, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, sherry birkin, ethan winters, helena harper, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg

MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU . . .

are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic. judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading. copy or repost my fics without permission. follow me if you’re problematic. send your full fic into my ask box, i will not post it. —  if you fit the average dni criteria you will be blocked.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN N[SFW] BLOG. I ASK THAT MINORS BLOCK THE +18 TAG: 📓. mature - THANK YOU.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Newly Named OCs

thank you thank you thank you @cecexwrites for talking me off the edge of a metaphorical cliff and helping me figure all of this out let's go

Upcoming Plot Bunnies (not going to share details now bc I'll post their asks once I make headers)

Vanya Baker – Gilmore Girls, x Max

Lillie Ledger – Bridgerton

Theodosia Byrd – Bridgerton, x Benedict

Samira Devlin – Supernatural

Archie Quinton – Doctor Who

Zenais Rosier – Harry Potter, x Pansy

The Society

Claire Tomkins ( Olivia Holt ) — Elle’s twin sister, thinks Campbell is a sketchy ass bitch

Luca Clarke ( Froy Gutierrez ) – poly Sam & Grizz OC, chaotic rich football player and leads the guard after Grizz goes on the expedition, hates Campbell

Camryn Clarke ( Madelyn Cline ) – poly Hallie OC, Luca's step sister and best friend, also Harry's best friend, rich bitch wild child

Jurassic World (blame Cece)

Joss Murphy ( Madelyn Cline ) – Lex's daughter, head empty

Courtney Krill ( Kristine Froseth ) – Vivian's younger sister, waitress on the island, x Matthew Steele

Matthew Steele ( Tom Holland ) – bar tender on the island but wants to one day work in the research & development department, x Courtney Krill

Miles Shepherd ( Chris Evans ) – runs security on whichever exhibit Devon runs, x Devon Grady

Elijah Lewis ( Dylan O'Brien ) – head 100% empty, x Raegan Mitchell

Everest Ledger ( Tom Hiddleston ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Tanner Kane ( Brenton Thwaites ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Kai Forrest ( Josh Hutcherson ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Decker Haynes ( Dwayne Johnson ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

OUAT

Ariana Galanis / Ariadne Bayern ( Nicola Coulghan ) – Bluebeard's final wife, but Bluebeard is Peter Pan. Hook rescued her from being the latest sacrifice and hid her in the Enchanted Forest, but then the curse happens

Marigold "Goldie" Thistle / Thumbelina ( Sabrina Carpenter ) – Thumbelina, fairy princess, just vibes

Kieran Iverson / Ambrose Morvan ( Aaron Tveit ) – in the Enchanted Forest he was a travelling musician/writer but Regina killed his first love, he ended up leading a band of rebels fighting against her reign, tbd what he's doing in Storybrooke, x Pearl Gale

Bridgerton

Hermione Bridgerton ( Millie Bobby Brown ) – Hyacinth's twin, just vibes

Callum Linfield ( Henry Goulding ) – head empty just vibes, x Euphemia Bridgerton

Thomasin Elkins ( Anne Hathaway ) – widow in the ton, friends with Violet & Agatha (and Charlotte?), ends up starting a flirtation with Jon Lockwood which soon turns into more

Narnia

Molly Pevensie ( Millie Bobby Brown ) – Lucy's twin, ends up back in Narnia before them in Prince Caspian, has to survive alone when there are no Narnians to help or protect her and ends up befriending Caspian

Recasts / Updates

Eulalia Rosier ( Kacey Rohl ) – Carissa Rosier's new name

Lea Aldrich ( Grace Van Dien ) – Zoe Aldrich's new name / face

Mandy Holbrook ( Olivia Scott Welch ) – Mandy Holbrook's new face

Eilwony ( Kiernan Shipka ) – Eilwony's new face

[skvrpion]

Using “have a history of being horrible to other women” in defense of I posted the battered images of Rihanna as my twitter header before and made multiple violent offenses against women Christopher Colorist Crackhead Brown the godfather to my daughter Teyana Taylor is laughable.

Y’all got it though.

That I am aware of and Chris ended up being violent towards her like he does, once again I can’t do nothing about it - I’ve hated Crack Brown since the jump yet everyone I listen too still fucks with him. He doesn’t get air time or love in my home so now what? Are you still not gonna address Teyana’s children, face and body, and emotionally abusive ex all being things they talk shit about because she’s close to Aaron or are we ignoring that too? To be clear everybody shitty, I’m defending her character in relation to Aaron Pierre because they ONLY focus on what they think Aaron would approve of. In this case would this not make Aaron a shitty man too for being in her circle?? Or is this just drag Teyana and Star day. If we got it why are you still arguing with me, neither one of us is going to agree and that’s cool cause this the internet lol shit not real and don’t matter - I still can say what I want over here because this is my blog on a public forum

[quotablefanfiction]

Victor has not been paying attention as he walked towards Unfairly Beautiful Yuuri to maybe go say hi or something, so Victor trips over something and manages to fall face first on the floor. He doesn’t do it subtly either because Victor Nikiforov has not been subtle once in his entire life, and as he takes a header he brings something expensive looking down with him.

Viktor is the epitome of grace (chp. 1)

The Way to Life and Love is a Curved Trajectory by crossroadswrite (AO3) Yuri!!! on Ice – Teen – Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov #Canon Divergence #Pre-Canon #Different First Meetings #Humor #Viktor Nikiforov POV #Unfairly Beautiful Katsuki Yuuri #Everyone is a Yuuri Fanboy

“Do you know Katsuki Yuuri?” Victor asks Chris, two minutes later, when he finally manages to convince himself to stop looking at the dip of Katsuki’s back and his powerful thighs in those tight Mizuno track pants, and the way his hands are poised in the air mid-skate, and his slicked back hair and brown eyes and flushed cheeks.

Christophe hums into the phone in a way that suggests he not only knows Katsuki Yuuri but he’s acquainted with him. Chris’ version of acquaintance is very physical and usually involves a healthy amount of groping. “Don’t you?”

“He’s Japan’s Ace,” Victor says, trying to rack his brain for more information. “His step sequence is good?”

Chris hums again. “You’re not that oblivious that you haven’t heard of Unfairly Beautiful Yuuri.”

“Who?”

(Or, the one where Victor falls - literally and then figuratively - for Yuuri. Also something about a Best Ass Poll that is way more official than it should be.)

[i8i8t]

Honey Nut Cheerios

America’s most popular cereal is super versatile in the pairing department. Sweet but not too sweet, with a hint of graininess. Chris recommends Off Color Scurry, which shares a lot of ingredients with HNC: oats, honey, and brown sugar/molasses. It’s a complementary pairing if ever there was one. Bill said that Boulevard Long Strange Tripel’s fruity yeast would play nicely against the O’s eponymous honey, while the darker malt, golden raisin sweetness, and yeast spice of Dogfish Head Raisin d’Etre “would make for a perfect bite.”

I'm churpin' Beerios ... Beery old Cheerios

[jrpneblog]

Much needed win as North End overcome Terriers

A very much needed win for Ryan Lowe and for North End as the Lilywhites ran out 3-1 winners at the John Smiths Stadium against Huddersfield Town. Goal form Alan Browne, Will Keane and Ben Whiteman saw North End home against a very mediocre home side. It was a much improved performance from the boys even though we did fall into the trap of sitting back for the first twenty minutes of the second half. An early strike from Browne set the tone and when Keane made it two North End looked in complete control of the game. After the break we sat back a little inviting the hosts on and sure enough they pulled a goal back but it was not enough as a Ben Whiteman strike was enough to give North End all three points and send the travelling 1,176 hope much happier than of late.

North End made two changes from the side that drew at Norwich on Saturday with Will Keane and Duane Holmes coming in for Andrew Hughes and Ali McCann. North End set off like they really meant business and had two penalty shouts in the opening minutes of the game but with three minutes on the clock Holmes put a beautiful left foot cross in an the Skipper header home into the far corner. Browne and Whiteman had good chances as Millar caused mayhem down the Preston left. With just under ten minutes to the break Millar set off on a run down the left and played a superb ball right into the path of Keane and the striker made no mistake slotting the ball through the legs of Chris Maxwell. It was no more than North End deserved and they went in at the break having played the best half of football for some considerable time.

No changes for North End at the break but a triple substitution from Darren Moore as he tried to get his side back in the game. North End reverted into their containing mode at the start of the second half but were soon undone as Ward headed home to put the home side back into the game. Huddersfield pressed North End but midway through the second half North End put the game to bed. A ball from the left was laid off by Holmes for Whiteman and the North End number four shot past Maxwell from the edge of the box and from that point on the game never looked in danger. North End really should have gone on to win the game by a few more goals but we couldn`t convert anything late in the game and registered a very comfortable victory and a much needed boost for all involved at the club.

So North End gain the much needed win after just one point from the previous twelve on offer. It has to be said that the hosts didn`t offer a lot on the night but North End attacked like we know they can in the first half and it was so refreshing to see. It buys some time for the manager after the pressure was building and I think we would have all taken four points from the two away games at Norwich and Huddersfield. Job done this week then but I so wish we would play to our strengths every week which means attacking football and a positive attitude. I guess some positivity has returned after this weeks results but the manager needs a decent win, or at least performance, at home to Watford on Saturday to build on the good work done on the road. A much better performance but still plenty of room for improvement.

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HUDDERSFIELD TOWN 1-3 PRESTON

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WOODMAN 7

STOREY 7 WHATMOUGH 7 LINDSAY 7

POTTS 6 HOLMES 8 WHITEMAN 7 BROWNE 8 MILLAR 8

EVANS 6 KEANE 7

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Subs:

HUGHES 7

McCANN 6

BRADY 6

FROKJAER 6

WOODBURN 6

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MOTM: Liam Millar

Attendance 17,549

Preston Fans 1,176 (6.70%).

[blunderbussin]

thabks @shades-of-tiefes-purpur <33

Header: Just a little photo of a record shop from pinterest - it makes my blog feel cozy :)

Icon: jon anderson from a 1987 interview with trevor rabin. his style is immaculate in it and i love his outfit

Description: just really basic stuff about me (nickname, pronouns, age, basic interests)

Content: generally whatever prog band i'm obsessed with at the moment (genesis rn), more and more personal posts, and anything that i think is silly; also lovely art :)

Background colour: light brown - also very cozy

URL meaning: blunderbussin is based off of the lyrics from The Night Watch by king crimson, the band that brought me here in the first place. i was originally planning to do blunderbuss_and_halberd-shaft, but i thought it was too long, so i cut it down a bit + made a small change and now i love it

Blog title meaning: why am I here anyway? anyway: i wanted a fun little line, and i had recently seen the chris squire video, which was perfect. the 'why am i here' part fit with my newness to tumblr, so yeah

ahhh this was so fun, and i was honestly hoping for a post like this to come around lol

tagging: @milkyway-ashes, @zralokx, @siberian-xanadu, @christarfield, @junecast-moonfast, @duluoz0427, @hellpenis900

Tagged by: @rogerdaltreysautomatacollection 🙂

Header: Photo of Robert wearing bird shirt, Montreux 1972

Icon: Photo of his gorgeous face, perfect curls around his face, 1971-72.

Description: blog is almost exclusively Led Zeppelin, focused on Robert Plant as well as his solo career.

Content: It’s basically a Led Zep love fest, full of admiration and appreciation for the gift of their timeless music. Mostly photos of the band with a special focus on Robert both during Led Zep days as well as his solo career. I occasionally report on the results of my cockological studies of Robert’s bulge, a topic which I find fascinating and which is an endless source of joy. I am also expanding content to include quotes, posts about self care, romance and the some Jimi Hendrix and Bob Marley. I follow a few excellent fanfic writers and reblog their work regularly. Was inspired to write my first fanfic recently - titled "Maggie and Robert"-and posted 4 chapters so far. Background colour: Light Aqua/Teal.

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URL meaning: Callmethehunter comes from one of my all time favorite songs “How Many More Times” - Specifically the part where Robert’s perfect 1969 voice sings: . "Well they call me the hunterThat’s my name...they call me the hunter that's how I got my fame..."

Blog title meaning: Steal Away is also from the lyrics to How Many More Times, where Robert sings “ Oh Rosie...oh girl, Oh Rosie...oh girl, Steal Away now. Steal away...steal away baby steal away…. Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play, why don’t you come to me baby, Steal Away”.... (gets me every time)

Thanks for tagging me Roger. It's nice to get asked about my obsession 😁

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