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twirls hair.... haha anyone wanna admit they have a crush on us?

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(SMUT) Tiny Swords Part 3 - Eddie Munson x (afab) Reader

info: I also wanted to give a personal headcannon that Eddie is pan/bi if u couldn't tell (/srs). I know the whole hanky code thing, i saw it all over tiktok but b r o plz... he.. I.. he... i... yeah. Pansexual so we can all enjoy him together as a community <3 i love sharing my fictional boyfriend with all the thousand of u <3 HAHAHAHHAHA /j /lh ENJOY MORE SMUT LADS

This is a smut chapter- if you're under the age of 18 please don't read it. Be safe on the internet ok?

AN: I wanted to finish this asap because I have a flight to catch tomorrow and won't be working on anything over the weekend ;P i'm also going to catch up on sleep and pack and stuff so i wrote this as fast as my tiny small little fingers could type unhhhhh. I have a few ideas for more fics but they will come out a little later :p love u all <3

((as a side note (i am writing this while still working on the fic w no ending yet) i was thinking of making a part 4 with the... the handcuffs O.O that we all collectively saw in the set design in his room.... Would u guys want to read some bondage porn? :p now that I finished, idk if or when I will write this :p ily all!!))

WARNINGS:  reader is 18+ please, reader uses they/them pronouns but has female bodily autonomy, oral (male receiving), cum play, soft core porn, condom/safe sex practiced, marking kink, biting kink, licking kink, riding, cockwarming, whimpering/beggging/crying, overwhelming/overstimulation,  brief mentions of previous bad sexual experiences/harrassment, fluff and smut, mentions of blood (I may have missed some stuff ;P)

(completed) PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | MASTERLIST

words: 6372

Finally, you had Eddie right where you wanted him: under you and whimpering. His hands had been pushed above his head, pinned loosely in place as you kissed his neck lovingly, occasionally biting and sucking on his skin as he had done yours. He'd squeeze your fingers occasionally, but mostly you were enchanted by his moans and groans, along with the pleasant, deep vibrations against your buzzing lips.

He always found it so difficult being quiet with you- by now, you knew exactly how to make him crumble beneath you, you just found it more difficult being patient. The noises he'd make caused your hips to grind harder against his now growing hard-on, causing your patience to wither faster. Your brain was stuck fighting itself between slowing down and just skipping straight to the sex,

"Jesus fucking Christ," He swore, letting out a sigh and pulling you out of your head. You smiled, pulling off his neck and grinning at the marks you left in your wake. They'd get darker eventually- you doubted they'd rival any of the marks covering your upper body, but it was still something. You smirked at him, sitting back on his lap. Where you'd been slowly rubbing yourself against his dick and relishing in the feeling of it hardening beneath you, you now slowed, causing him to open his heavy eyes and gaze at you, "Fuck, you look so..." The words failed on his tongue and he only let out a sigh with a large grin, hands quickly finding the sides of your bare thighs and squeezing them lovingly. You grinned, leaning forward to kiss him, hands pressing against his chest to feel his thudding heartbeat against your palm,

"So?" You teased against his lips,

"Beautiful," He whispered, one of his hands touching the side of your neck now and pressing on one of the marks. With a small chuckle at your moan, you bit down on his bottom lip and kissed him hungrily. He shifted so he was sat up, hands wrapping around your middle, and moved one of his legs so you'd be leaning against it. One of his hands fell to your hip, helping start your hips' slow movements against his and moaning into your mouth.

It all felt so good. Too good to stop or even think about stopping. But you wanted to see him fall apart first. Desperately. Sure you had 'all the time in the world', but there was something about hearing your name come out in a whimper from his lips that filled you with so much desire... And it was the only thing on your mind.

Eventually, you pulled away from him wetly and shifted in his lap. You laughed to yourself as he attempted to kiss you again, moving his head after you, then pouted as you moved off him completely, situating yourself next to him on the bed,

"Why'd-" He began, eyes growing wide as you undid the zipper of his jeans agonisingly slow, before pulling them down. He shifted around to help you, then audibly swallowed, leaning his hands back on the bed to watch you intently. In the light of your table lamp, he appeared illuminated before you. You smiled lustfully,

"I want to hear you whimper and beg for me, Eddie," You hissed, and grinned as his eyes fell shut again, your name escaping his lips in the form of a sigh. You pressed a kiss to his chest, just below his nipple, then to his stomach before helping him out of his underwear, "I want you..." You trailed a hand to stroke up his thigh, close to his dick, then back down again, "...To beg," You said, grinning at the whine that escaped his lips, your hand just skimming over his skin, causing him to shiver in anticipation, "For me," You finished, letting your tongue roll out of your mouth and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his dick, following a protruding vein,

"Oh, fuck," He hissed, watching you for a moment before putting his hands over his eyes and letting his head sink back into the pillows on your bed. With a grin, you flicked his tip with your tongue, letting the salty taste of his precum coat your tongue, before pulling back and pressing a kiss to his slit. Taking hold of the bottom of the shaft, you began to stroke up and down, before opening your mouth and taking the whole tip in your mouth again. The noises that emitted from him were sinful, and only made you want to keep going.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked gently, earning groans and a pleasant shiver from him. You began working him, stroking your hand up and down while your mouth focused on the tip. Licking and sucking, at first, earned you shaky sighs of your name, and when he made eye contact with you, you gave a playful wink, then moved your head lower on him.

"Oh God," He hissed out at the sight, reaching his hands down to your face, touching your hollowed cheeks, before moving his hands against your cheekbones and pulling the hair getting caught in the way away from you. With delicate fingers, he held it out of the way for you as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick in a steadily increasing rhythm, 

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie moaned out, bucking his hips slightly as he fucked himself into your open mouth. Spit and drool ran down your lips and over his hard dick, then onto your hand and over his hips, "If you keep doing that, I'll cum," He managed to warn you, breathing hard,

"Then cum," You encouraged, moving away from his cock to speak and grinning at him as he whined from the sudden loss of contact. You quickly increased the up and down movement of your hand and stuck your tongue out near his tip, grinning as he moaned loudly, beginning to pant, his hips bucking into your hand eagerly,

"Fucking- shit-" He cursed, beginning to whimper your name as your lips wrapped around the tip and you sucked him off eagerly, flicking your tongue over the slit, "Please, please," He whimpered between groans, and you could feel him swelling in your hand. He came suddenly, and you bobbed your head up and down at the same consistent speed, the room quickly filling with his cries and deep moans of pleasure laced with your name. His salty cum coated your tongue, and you swallowed, glancing up to see his abdomen constricting. You grinned around his cock, continuing to suck him off, swallowing around his dick as you took more of him in your mouth. At this point, your lips grazed your hand, now just gently squeezing the base of his cock as you let your mouth and throat do the work.

You didn't stop until his legs were shaking, and his whimpers turned to desperate cries. You felt one of his hands pressing against your face, managing to capture your chin and pushing you up so your lips detached themselves, "Jesus Christ- Oh My God..." He breathed, and you grinned as you watched him heaving in deep breaths. You were a mess yourself; drool gliding over your lips and hitting your sheets. You managed to whipe your mouth on the back of your hand, looking at him. Your mouth was still glistening in the soft light. To Eddie, you looked angelic,

"It's only me, Eddie," You reminded, "Not Jesus," You said playfully. He gave a low hum, letting himself relax into the pillows. You grinned as you observed him for a moment, before glancing down at your hand still wrapped around him. Giving him a lazy stroke from the base up to the tip, you squeezed any remaining droplets of cum from his cock head and earned yourself a pleasant whimper, "You liked that huh...?" You asked, watching him with hooded eyes,

"Liked...?" He breathed, and you let yourself laugh. Bless him; he was so dazed and fucked out below you, he was barely able to formulate a sentence. At the sound of your humoured response, he grinned, "Fuck. You were latched on like a leech," He breathed out, bare chest rising and falling rapidly next to you, moving his arms behind his head,

"I like hearing you whimper," You grinned, and watched as he sighed, shutting his eyes momentarily, open mouth fixing itself into a smile. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his now limp cock twitch at your words, and you felt your cheeks redden. You reached out to gently wipe a tear from his face with your thumb as you saw it shimmering in the low light, "Damn. So good you're crying?" You asked, intent on sounding amused but coming off more surprised and touched,

"Best head of my life, sweetheart," He murmured, and you found yourself surprised as he grabbed onto your arm, pulling himself forward and kissing you deeply, tongue quickly finding yours. You moaned into his mouth, gasping slightly as one of his hands slid down between your thighs quickly,

"Holy shit, you're so wet again," He marvelled, pulling his hand away to show you his glistening fingers,

"Yeah," You breathed, thankful for the dark light managing to hide your red face,

"Damn," He sighed, kissing you again, "You get that wet from sucking me off?" Shyly, you nodded, to which he only grinned, "My love," He hummed, kissing you deeply. He managed to coax you to lay down now, so that he was on top, and you moaned into his mouth feeling a hand trail back down so he could play with your clit. He bit your bottom lip, causing you to let out a small laugh,

"The biting again," You teased playfully, pulling back to look at his eyes with a smirk. Quickly, you let out another moan at the sensation of his hand between your legs traveling further South and teasing your eager hole,

"Too much?" He asked, finding his mouth at the base of your throat, pressing delicate, feather-like kisses to your thin, reddened skin,

"Not enough, baby" You breathed, and sighed happily at the feeling of him smirking against your skin. He bit down on your skin gently, enough to make you grab his hair, pull it gently, and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Suddenly, before he surprised you: he licked a stripe up your neck, flattening his tongue so your left it. The warmth of his muscle, putting just enough pressure that your felt the welcoming tingling of the myriad of hickeys dotting your neck, followed quickly by the cooling of the saliva now covering your throat made your eyes flutter closed and your pussy clench around his fingers, "Fuck," you shivered, sighing contently and feeling him playfully bite at your bottom lip. You opened your eyes at that, just so you could swat his shoulder,

"Not enough biting, hmm?" He pulled off you, shifting off the bed and moving to his bag on the floor. With a quizzical look, you sat up to watch him shuffling around his back set at the bottom of your bed. You settled back into your pillows and watched him curiously, only to smirk, rolling your eyes at the condom you faintly saw him remove. Shifting up to look again, you raised your brows,

"You're really prepared for dooms day here, Eddie," You laughed, considering the multitude of colourful packets that he dropped back into his bag. Relaxing into the fluff below your back and head, he quickly rolled it on and found himself on top of you again, kissing you happily,

"Five days," He hummed, and you got lost in the heated kiss until your felt one of his hands impatiently travelling up your thigh to touch your pussy. Eddie swiped his fingers over your clit in a gentle, yet firm, motion, causing you to moan out loud into his mouth. Your cries were eagerly swallowed by his mouth and gentle chuckles, though you quickly remembered you didn't have to be quiet. You just remembered your parents and siblings were gone. You didn't have to be quiet like usual- the fear of an awkward conversation that following morning was gone. And once you realised you could be loud, you were loud.

Eddie'd be yours for five days- well four now. But you weren't paying attention too much to the time right now- preoccupied with other things. There was something inside you that made your heart swell at the thought that he'd be there in the morning, holding you close to him and not having to jump out of the window and scale the side of your house like he sometimes had to.

 Maybe you'd wake up at the same time... Just the thought of waking up to Eddie wrapped around you, perhaps already hard, and fucking into you slowly in the morning to the sounds of the birds outside and in the warm glow of the morning sun made your walls eagerly flutter around his fingers that had slipped inside you.

There was also chance you'd just fuck all night, go down and drink some coffee... And maybe fuck on the kitchen counters again,

"Shit-" He pulled out of you quickly, leaving you pouting and whining attempting to grab his glistening hand. He looked up to his fingers- still clad with his rings- newly wet and sticky with your arousal. With a blush, you watched him as he looked down at you with a loving grin, "You're so wet, my love," He hummed, kissing you gently,

"I just love you a lot," You hummed, snapping out of your daze. This was about him- he wanted you on top. Moving, you gave him a gentle push so he'd lay back in the pillows. As he lay back, you quickly discarded your soaked underwear and threw them across your room, as well as removing the 'Hellfire' shirt. He watched you with a grin, eyes flicking between your face and bare breasts. Before he could reach for you, you were quickly leaning forward and grabbing his hand licking your own arousal from his fingers,

"Jesus H. Christ-" He gasped, mouth falling agape at your obscene performance. You smirked around his fingers, playfully moving your head down so your mouth stretched to accommodate around them, making him groan out your name, "F-Fuck," he hissed, his eyes widening as you gave a slight choke from how deep his fingers were curling in your throat. You quickly lifted your head up and shaking out your hair, "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, moving his other hand to touch your hair and move it out of your face,

"Uhuh," You smiled, glancing down at his dick, wrapped and waiting for you, hard again. Biting your lip, you eagerly grabbed a hold of him causing him hiss your name. You swiped your fingers over the fine material, careful your nails didn't cause any tears. You trailed your hand down his shaft to grip the base. With a small groan, he sat up, taking hold of your wrist, making you look at him confused,

"Hey," He said softly, sitting up and moving his head so he'd filled your field of vision, "Not so fast, alright?" He said with a reassuring smile, and you nodded, "You doing okay?" He asked, and watched you nod again,

"Yeah, I just-"

"Hold on," He said, shifting beneath you as if he wanted to get up. You quickly moved off him and watched as he grabbed the cassette he had placed on your bedside table, placing it into the radio player in your room and letting the music consume the quiet space. You realised you were breathing heavily, and you allowed yourself a moment to calm down, shifting to grab some water from the side and taking an eager sip,

"Good," He praised. You glanced up at him, watching him tower over you as he moved back to sit on the bed, beginning to gently stroke your hair, setting it behind your shoulders. Your lips smile around the neck of the bottle, "Let's go slow, okay?" He murmured, placing his lips against your neck and giving you gentle kisses. It relieved you so much that when you lost your way and gave in to your horny desires, he was there to grab you and pull you back to Earth before you could float off. Your eyes fell shut as he did so, and a sigh escaped your lips as you finished drinking. You tapped the cool plastic against his shoulder, and with a smile watched as he drank the water too. Eddie handed it back to you, you closed it, and threw it off your bed with a small thunk. Quickly,you moved back on top of his lap, straddling his legs.

Eddie quickly kissed you, tongue seeking yours out once more. His hands cupped your face and moving hair out of the way for you, tucking it behind your ears. His lips were slow, and loving, reminding you you weren't just fucking- he wanted to make love to you and you wanted to love him too. You allowed him to set the pace: this was intimate and caring. You had all the time in the world to devote to each other. To show the other how much you cared. He had already shown you; now it was his turn,

"Lay back for me, baby," You murmured against his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He let out a low hum as you pulled away. For a moment you just looked at each other, before letting out small laughs. Eddie lay back as you asked him to, shuffling playfully to get comfortable as you rolled your eyes. Impatiently, you crawled over him, situating yourself on his thighs and glancing down. You took hold of his dick again, earning a delighted hum,

"You want to be on top, babe?" He clarified for you, and you looked at him with a nod, grinning at his wide eyes. He smiled, kissing you gently and letting his hands trail down to your waist, gripping your ass, "Let me help you, sweetheart," You shivered slightly at the term of endearment, and murmured a 'thanks'. Your mind quickly blocked out all other thoughts, hyperfocusing only on Eddie, his dick, and your drenched pussy.

As you'd done before, you carefully hovered over him and guided his cock to your pussy. Gently, you swiped his tip against your pulsing clit, grinning at the sensation and humming in unison with him at the contact, creating a pleasant harmony that quickly got drowned out by whatever song was playing now. Your mouth fell open into an 'o' shape as you lowered yourself down his shaft until he bottomed out inside you. You gasped as he moaned, squeezing your ass and hips gently before leaning forward to latch himself onto one of your breasts.

You moaned obscenely loudly, breathing shakily as you grew accustomed to the feeling of being completely full by him. You shivered at the sensation, breathing heavily and letting your head fall back, and your eyes shut closed. Neither of you moved, besides Eddie licking and sucking your breasts, or just pressing gentle kisses around them to your tender skin. Your hands found themselves in his hair, scratching at his scalp and earning pleasant hums against your body. You felt electric and energised, and it felt too good to move,

"Mmmh," He hummed, playfully biting down on your nipple before pulling off you entirely and pressing a kiss to your exposed throat, earning a deep hum from you, "You plan on staying like this for long, babe?" You felt him smile against your skin, and you moved your head to look at him. He once again shifted the hair from your face behind your ears, holding on to a few strands and letting them fall between his fingers,

"You always do that, Eddie," You pointed out affectionately, smiling at his confused expression,

"Do what?" He asked,

"You're always pushing my hair back, babe," You clarified out, doing the same to him and letting your fingertips skim over his rough cheek, trailing over the darkening marks on his neck. He hummed, taking your hand in his and moving it to his lips to press a firm kiss to your fingertips, before setting it over his heart. Your eyes widened at how fast it was beating,

"I like looking at you, my love," He grinned at the way your eyes darkened, and your lip trembled. As your eyes welled with tears, he kissed your cheek gently, quickly whipping them from your face, "You alright?" He asked gently, and you quickly nodded,

"Yeah- just..." You sighed. All the guys you'd been with before would never be this gentle, patient, or caring with you. Usually, they'd forcefully push into you deeper- mouth or pussy- never caring for your feelings of pleasure or if you were having a good time as well. You realised in the seven months that you'd been dating Eddie, that he had never once been forceful with you, always gentle and loving when it came to intimacy like this. And even if you told him you didn't mind him being rougher with his touches, he'd always check in with you or apologise if he went too rough and senced your discomfort. He was just so... Perfect. At reading you, and understanding that sometimes, when he was this sweet, it overwhelmed you. Even a thing as small as pushing your hair out of your face so he could gaze at you clearly, and yet it was enough to make you emotional. With a sniffle, you quickly smiled brightly as he whipped another tear rolling down your cheek, "Eddie, I just really fucking love you," You expressed honestly, eyes lighting up as he grinned at you,

"Oh?" He teased, "You do?" He asked, and as you eagerly nodded, he moved a hand back to your cheek to bring your head down. He gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then the front of your forehead, then to your nose, and finally, a gentle kiss on your plush lips, "I really fucking love you too, baby," he sighed, touching his head to yours and grinning. You kissed again, then again, and as it grew heated, your hips began undulating against his again. You'd forgotten he was already sheathed inside you, causing the two of you to let out your respectful moans and hisses of pleasure.

Quickly breaking the kiss, you looked to where your bodies were conjoined, and as Eddie lightly squeezed your hips, you began to move your body: slowly up, then slowly back down. Your sighs mixed with each other, warm breaths fanning over one another's faces. You moved your arms around his neck, letting your nails back and shoulders as you moaned, movements gradually speeding up,

"Fuck- you feel-" He breathed against your ear, turning his head to press his lips against your radiant skin, latching his lips against your skin with a warm wet kiss, "You feel so warm and good," He sighed, helping you as you moved by guiding your hips up and down,

"Good?" You breathed with a grin, allowing your head to fall back and focusing on the delightful feeling of him buried so deep within you, hitting that same spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure coarsing through your entire body,

"Heavenly, my love," He growled, hips moving in sync with yours at the leisurely, yet ravishing pace. Lips were gliding along tender flesh- on your neck, breathing your name followed by countless praises muttered into your skin. You moaned, in turn, his name, letting it tumble off of your tongue and into the electric air surrounding your bodies. He once again bit into your neck, causing your body to jerk against his. 

He only held on to you tighter, pulling you forward into him more and biting down into your skin harder until your squeaked and pulled his hair. He let go of your skin, soft groans escaping his lips as he sought out your lips, smiling against your mouth. You could taste a faint metallic flavour when your tongues met, but the realisation quickly escaped your mind as Eddie gave a particularly hard thrust upwards, shocking you pleasantly,

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, gasping and glancing down at your bodies, trailing one of your hands down his chest and scratching him, while you let your other hand dig and claw into his back, scracthing his skin so it was bright red, "Eddie, dear God-" You moaned again, quickly muffled by his mouth. He hummed against your buzzing, swollen lips,

"You-" He breathed into your lips, teeth gently biting at your bottom lip and making you grin as your hips moved harder again his, "Christ, babe," He moaned your name again as you shifted your angle so you could ride him better. He was reaching deeper than you'd ever felt him, and you gasped as your eyes rolled back into your skull, a high pitched moan escaping your lips, "Your earrings too... Mmm," He hummed, and you felt him against your neck, kissing around the bruises,

"Eddie I'm s-" You could barely speak, your speech slurred as your moaning turned to cry out incoherent moans. And when you felt him reach a hand down to rub your clit, 

"You're close," He finished, and you could only respond with a moan. His lips felt divine against you skin, "You're so close," He urged on, "I can feel you... Cum for me, baby- shit," your legs began to shake against him. The walls of your pussy fluttered, then contracted, squeezing him. The two of you came almost in unison. And for a moments, you swore you saw stars zooming through your vision as you gripped on to each other tightly, terrified of flying away or somehow loosing this incredible high. Quickly, your noises were reduced to desperate moaning and groaning into one another's ears.

You let your hips move against him much more lazily now as you came down off the high. You both breathed heavily, letting out the occasional soft noise until you stilled completely against him to be able to fully comprehend... This. How good you felt. How loved you felt. How, for a moment, it really was just you and Eddie together in this world. 

Your body shook slightly and you let out soft, shuddering breaths against him. You were leaning the side of your head against his, and you could feel him breathing just as hard as you were, body rising and falling at a similar pace as you. You smiled, reaching a hand up to play with his hair as your eyes fell shut.

If you could, you'd stay like this with him for as long as time would allow you, just absorbing one another's presence and slowly melting into one being. Eddie's hands had moved to gently caress your bare back, fingers dancing over your shoulder blades and the kinks and grooves of your upper spine, making you shiver more against him, your skin peppering with gooseflesh. You weren't cold though, and he could feel it. He was hot as a furnace, and you didn't want to let go of him just yet,

"Hey," He coaxed gently, making your heavy head droop slightly as he pulled back to look at you. His hand quickly sought out your cheek, fingers touching the bottom of your chin and helping lift your head so you'd be able to look at him. He whispered your name; then spoke it; then pressed his thumb to your lips, "You didn't fall asleep, did you?" He asked. You heard the smile in his tone and your own lips curled up. He drew out your name playfully, and you let out a breathy chuckle. He now touched the corner of your eye and you managed to get your eyes to open heavily to see what he wanted, "There you are, my love," You smiled at him, humming and leaning forward to kiss him tenderly,

"Enjoy that?" You hummed, pulling away to set your forehead to his,

"More than enjoyed, believe me, sweetheart," He said, kissing your cheek, then lips a few times, "Mmmh, you have no idea how much I love you," He murmured, pulling away to lean back against the pillows and headboard. Your eyes blinked open slowly. You could feel his legs supporting your back, allowing you to rest your back against them. He kept his hands on your arms, touching your elbows delicately, "How are you feeling?" He asked, caressing your skin,

"Very, very good, Eddie," You hummed, swallowing the saliva that had been pooling in your mouth to avoid drooling over him,

"Glad to hear it, baby," He hummed, and you faintly saw the twinkle of his rings in the lamp light as he moved a hand to brush hair out of your face, "You planning on staying up there long?" He asked playfully, and you laughed,

"Yeah, I come here often," You grinned, and he laughed, sitting back up to capture your lips in his, hands trailing to your neck and keeping you there momentarily. Your own hands came to rest on his arms and trailed up them, finding and taking his hands in yours. He moved his legs so they were outstretched. He pulled away to look up at you, eyes shining brightly with love and adoration, and a warm smile permanently fixed to his lips. He was far more awake than you at the moment. You on the other hand felt like passing out. You let your eyes droop closed heavily,

"My love," He murmured, causing you to open one eye and look at him. He was merely watching, unmoving as you let out a yawn. Finally, he shifted bellow you,

"Oh, God, let me-" You struggled to move, wincing at the stiffness you felt in your legs at first, but then sighing as you moved off his lap and stood off the bed, never once letting go of his hand. You had to go to the bathroom down the hall to wash yourself clean. He grabbed his toothbrush and told you to go on, and that he'd join you soon. You stumbled to the bathroom, considering your legs still hurt, and squinted in the near darkness of the hall. Soon, you found the door, yelping at the sudden bright fluorescent light that filled the room when you pulled the drawstring light to turn it on. After your eyes adjusted, you glanced around the area, blinking still tiredly, before focusing on yourself in the mirror.

The first thing that drew your attention was the multiple dark bruises on your neck and chest, and all you could do was laugh at the image of yourself. Your unruly hair made you look like a cave creature that had been dragged through the Hawkins Forest and back. And the bruises... Oh, God... Was that blood? You hissed as you touched your tender, aching neck and smiled, as you ran the pads of your fingers over the indentations. Dry flakes of blood came off on your fingers and you snickered,

"What's funny- Oh God...!" You heard Eddie, only now seeing him reflected behind you in the mirror, looking very concerned as he gathered the hair from your back and moved it over your shoulder, "Shit- you're bleeding!" He said, a frown crossing his face, causing his brows to knit together in worry,

"I knew you were a vampire, Eddie," You teased nonchalantly, looking at him in the mirror and putting your hands on your sore, bruised hips. He moved behind you, hands moving to your stomach and hugging you from behind, watching your reflection with a pout as their hands came to rest upon his,

"I didn't mean to bite so hard..." He said, kissing the top of your head. How could you even be mad at him? He looked so apologetic, the wide eyes flicking between open and closed gazing down at you in the mirror,

"Eddie, it's okay," You reassured him, hands moving over his fingers before squeezing them reassuringly, running your fingers over his rings. His eyes met yours in the mirror as you slowly began swaying to the muffled music from your room, "I don't mind," You said, "The bite mark. Maybe it'll be a cool scar?" You said, tilting your head so you could look at the real Eddie, and not his reflection. He was frowning softly, and my God he looked beautiful when he frowned.

The light behind him illuminated his mane of hair, making him look like a holy figure of sorts, rather than the devilish metalhead he usually was. It amused you, and you reached a hand up to touch his cheek. He sighed, letting his eyes close at your touch. He tilted his head to press a delicate kiss against your palm, before covering your hand with his and keeping it there,

"Sorry," He said softly, and you just shook your head, indicating to him he didn't need to. You turned your head, moving out of his arms but keeping a firm hold on his hand and pulling him towards the shower. Considering how tired you were, he simply helped wash your body and instructed you to wait for him out there and to wrap yourself in a towel. You were slowly coming back to your usual self, but your mind was still clouded with the merry euphoria you experienced together mere minutes ago in your bed, along with a sleepy daze that left a fog over all your memories. Did you even remember your name...? You sighed, pulling a large fluffy towel over yourself and brushing your teeth in the mirror. He quickly joined you, standing next to you with a towel around his hips and body and hair still wet from the shower. You briefly watched each other in the mirror, smiling like idiots until you were finished in the bathroom, before returned back to your bedroom, fingers intertwining.

You'd moved under the covers after he had given you one of his shirts. One of your favourite things was to wear his clothes; it allowed you to feel physically closer and that your favourite thing to do is... inhaling his scent. This specific Led Zeppelin shirt of his was your favourite, and it smelled faintly like weed, smoke and some cheap cologne- are all these tropes written down correctly.

 Tiredly, you opened your eyes, watching Eddie as he fiddled with the radio player. He was now wearing boxers, and you watched his back muscles flex as he stretched his arms above his head. He turned then, wet hair no longer as poofy as it was when he arrived this morning and hanging down, framing his face in loose curls. His bangs were much curlier, being shorter than the rest of his 'mane'. He looked so beautiful, you felt your heart speed up a little at the sight of him,

"Admiring the goods, hmm??" He hummed, playfully flexing his arms as you laughed lazily. He moved over to you with his usual swagger, then bent down to press a kiss against your temple, "Good?" He checked in,

"Warm," You confirmed with a nod,

"Need anything?" He offered. He had made sure you drank plenty of water right after you got off of him and he had slipped out. He held the water bottle up for you as your arms were too shaky and weak to support the plastic, at first. He had removed your sword earrings, delicately setting them on the bedside table so you could wear them again tomorrow. He'd surely remember. He also forced you to finish the rest of those apple slices, which had, by the end of your intimate night, oxidised and turned brown. You had used the bathroom, and then you had showered together, and he had even helped you dress. You greatly appreciated it, but now you only wanted-

"Need you, Eds," You sighed, stretching out your sore limbs tomorrow and rubbing your bare legs together under the covers. With a warm smile, he nodded,

"Gimmie a sec," He said, sitting on the side of the bed. You reached over to place a hand on his bare knee, letting your nails dance along his skin, leaving thin white lines in their wake. You flicked your eyes from his skin to the way he twisted off his rings, flexing his fingers as he set his jewellery next to yours. The only thing he didn't remove was his necklace. He then looked at you, taking your hand in his and pressing a tender kiss to the backs of your fingers, "My love," He said in a delicate tone that made your heart speed up and butterflies to flutter in your stomach,

"My love," You repeated, smiling wider at how his eyes widened with surprise, and crinkled in the corners as his gaze quickly filled with love for you. He pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss; you could feel all the emotion being poured into the kiss, and you sighed against his mouth, fingers skimming over his cheek as you pulled away, "Now come here," You said after a moment, playfully patting his cheek and shifting under the covers to make room for him on your large bed.

With an eager grin, he slid close to you, throwing the covers over his nearly nude body and pulling you up against his chest, arms circling your waist and slipping under your shirt to touch your back and bare skin. Your hands wrapped around him too, and you made a small noise of surprise as he pulled you on top of his chest,

"Eddie," You murmured against his chest, blinking tiredly as you set your chin on his chest, smiling,

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asked, lifting his brows. You murmured something, laying your cheek back against him and shutting your eyes, "What was that?" He brushed your hair out of your face gently,

"I always liked being on top of you," You said, and you grinned as you felt him chuckle beneath you,

"Knew it," He said playfully, and you smiled against his skin. One of his hands found yours, squeezing it again, then kissing it, "I like you on top of me too," He admitted in a whisper, lovingly watching as you hummed, and promptly fell asleep on top of him...

[honeybeekao]

No Lonesome With You

2137 words

Johnny Joestar/Gyro Zeppeli

fluff, slow dancer's a cat, modern setting

Summary: Johnny turned to Gyro, his eyebrow raised. "You didn't think to tell me ya got a cat then."

"Technically I didn't, she just walked in here yesterday and I haven't kicked her out." Without a moment to spare, Gyro skittered past Johnny and pulled Dancer into his arms, swift as lightning. She immediately climbed her way on to his shoulder, staring at the newcomer.

Wanting to get a closer look, Johnny rolled as far forward as the space allowed.

The atmosphere was desolate as it was quiet—far too quiet to possibly believe there were even other human beings on Earth. The shine radiating off his laptop was blinding - he never did opt to turning the brightness down, perhaps that contributed to the abundance of headaches. No matter, he wouldn't do anything about it—he'd just continue to sit, staring at a mindless article that he'd far off forgotten he was gonna read.

The time in the corner of the screen was small but at the same time so utterly bold as it quickly switched to the new hour.

1:00 AM.. His therapist had recommended he try melatonin to try and get a grip on his sleep schedule, but he'd already know it wouldn't work. Maybe the meds would, but the whole "getting more sleep" never did seem to be Johnny's thing. It didn't matter how much sleep he got - albeit it did if he had to wake up early, but that was the thing. Here, with a freelance job in digital painting and illustrations; he didn't need a specific wake-up time. It was all a way for him to revert to lackadaisical routine, but that couldn't hurt him. It got him through life, yeah it was lonely most of the time—but he'd survived hadn't he? It was okay because he was stable.. At least, financially, and the privacy he'd never gotten growing up was all around.

A curious notification popping up at the top of the screen caught his attention, straining his eyes to read the text he found it was from his friend Gyro. Of course it was Gyro, Johnny didn't talk to anyone else who'd even be awake at this hour. Diego was too ambitious to let his proper schedule be fucked up, and HP just didn't talk much when it came to online.

"yoyo do you wanna come over and taste test some things??" The message read, followed by a slightly blurry photo of a kitchen counter that looked like a tornado had blown clear through it—why was every capsule of food coloring basically empty? Aren't you supposed to use like two drops of that shit?

Are you /srs or /j Johnny typed quickly, thankfully noticing his typo of "/h" before sending it which.. what even would that mean? He was grateful for the vehement need to meticulously go over any message he sent.

"100% serious, I may have gone a bit overboard," Gyro said after around 20 seconds. Probably wasn't paying too much attention to their chat if he was baking.

I'll head over :)✌ he replied, closing his laptop and finding its case somewhere on his bed. How that somehow ended up under his blankets despite him not remembering putting it there- he'd never know. The fact it was 1 AM probably didn't make that matter any better.

When he finally stopped staring off into the darkness—how poetic— no, but it was a little concerning how much he spaced out — Johnny pushed himself into his chair. Ready to make the totally strenuous journey to Gyro's apartment.

After closing the door behind him, keys in his pocket and the bulky laptop under his arm, he wheeled down the hall. No one was out at this hour thank God, and the air was quite pleasant actually. It could be classified in the ever-popular Goldie Locks zone - not too cold, not too hot, perfect for going outside in the dead of night! Er.. morning? Both, neither.

After turning one corner, Johnny got to the door with a decorative cowboy hat hung up on the frame—yeah Gyro didn't actually live that far and it was a wonder that the two didn't just resort to sharing an apartment given how often they were at eachother's respectively. Johnny knocked on the door, then continued to let his mind wander.

Was it a twist of fate that Gyro had sent such a message at what seemed like the perfect time? If it had been any longer with him dwelling in the mental mindfield he called his brain, he may have sunk into the clutches of those damnable thoughts. The ones that veered their claws at random moments and whisked themselves away in the shadows when others were near. Usually, he could ignore it - but Johnny was finding it more and more difficult to as the demons got bigger, more effective. Some nights they ate him up inside like he was nothing but a cored apple, easy to rot. Oh Gyro, you've no idea how much I don't wanna be alone tonight.

The click of the lock, and the sudden appearance of his closest friend brought him out of his haze, knocking off the blank stare he surely had settled into. The man had a funny apron on, he really did have a certain charm tied in every aspect of his life, was that a pin of Link from Zelda?

"What's up Johnny Boy! Up at the dead of night I see?" Gyro said in a surprised voice, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm always up this late‐ and you knew I'd show up." Johnny replied with a snort. "Am I welcome?"

"Always—even if I don't expect it," Gyro answered with a wink, the implications of his statement flying right over Johnny's head as he wheeled into the apartment. A strong scent of cinnamon, vanilla, a hint of chocolate maybe? permeated the air like the morning of Christmas, and Johnny couldn't help but scrunch his nose at just how vibrant the smell was. It didn't overwhelm him per se, but it was far stronger than any bakery he'd ever had the pleasure to be in. How many things did Gyro make?

"I kinda got carried away by looking at recipes and couldn't pick only one, so by midnight I had like 3 mini cakes baked!" Gyro rattled off his tale like it was just some regular evening occurrence. Which in all fairness it kinda was. This wasn't the first time Gyro had made an entire weeks- maybe two weeks worth of something because he couldn't just pick one idea to test out; he was really a man of his craft.

"Did you use every spice in that cabinet?" Johnny joked, eyeing obvious colors of unknown dusts on Gyro's face. He watched as Gyro closed the door, then gave a grimace as the man shook his head like a dog who'd freshly exited the depths of a lake—there was stuff in his hair too?? How'd he manage that?

"What, why're you judging me," Gyro's voice came off offended, he had the gall to move closer to Johnny which prompty earned him the palms of 2 nimble hands half a foot from his face.

"Do you want me to have a sneezing fit, Jesus Gyro," Johnny wiggled his hands as if to say "shoo!" He wasn't really irked—and he was probably being a tad overdramatic—but what could he say? He couldn't stand sneezing over cinnamon and sugar.

Gyro huffed, then switched his gaze to the hall. "I was thinking I'd deliver them to whoever's in my contacts, maybe spin a wheel to see who gets the one loaded in food dye, but I was sooo lonely without my best friend Johnny! Thought it was worth having ya' around." He talked with such a large grin on his face you'd think he was telling his life's story. Not once had Johnny ever bothered bringing up what went on in his own head, but it seemed Gyro wore his heart directly on his sleeve - as prominent as his golden grills. If he needed company, he'd seek it rather than let the alternative swallow him whole. Admirable; how did he do that?

"Well you're in luck I wasn't busy." Never am, not at night at least. Johnny dropped his hands back to his lap and tilted his head ever so slightly. "Sooo you wanted me to taste test or something?"

"Yepyep! Since I dunno if it's even any good," Gyro looked off sheepishly while tapping his hand on the wall behind him.

"You're a professional chef, I doubt it sucks." Johnny smiled in weak amusement, pushing himself to leave the front-door area to reach the kitchen. Which, it shouldn't have been surprising that the scents of delectable sweets was only more ambrosial the closer he got to them.

"Is... is that.." The young man gawked upon entering the brightly lit room. His eyes were wide in awe at the spectacle of a little gray creature perched upon the top section of the mahogany bookshelf. It made neon eye contact with Johnny, its tail swishing around as the two were at a standstill.

"Pspspsps—" Gyro's call to the fluffy feline wooshed through the air and hit all 4 ears "—Daaancer!"

Johnny turned to Gyro, his eyebrow raised. "You didn't think to tell me ya got a cat then."

"Technically I didn't, she just walked in here yesterday and I haven't kicked her out." Without a moment to spare, Gyro skittered past Johnny and pulled Dancer into his arms, swift as lightning. She immediately climbed her way on to his shoulder, staring at the newcomer.

Wanting to get a closer look, Johnny rolled as far forward as the space allowed. "You seem friendly.." Illegal how tall Gyro stood when he wasn't slouching.

"She's not chipped so.."

Johnny stuck his hand out, slow and far away enough for Dancer's choice to get closer. He could feel air from her nose as she conducted her character analysis, his breath paused in slight worry. What he was worried about, no fucking clue but being rejected by animals has got to be the lowest of lows that ever could low. "She's got gorgeous ey—"

The man's words were snipped short as the weight of 4 paws landed on his lap, the fluffiness of a face pressing his stomach like he was some sort of pillow. What the hell what the fuck, oh my God. Johnny's face rattled in mortification, jaw dropped and eyes unmoving, but soon endearment tinged the water in his heart and his hand went to pet the kitty's head.

Gyro's grin couldn't possibly get any wider, the man's eyes shining glee and THEY WERE ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. "She picked you!"

"Shh go away I have a new best friend," Johnny could barely control the warmth in his voice, which was a feat given how rare that was. Wasn't his thing, some people speak in winter and some speak in Summer— it all depends on their nature. Diego definitely spoke in autumn.

Bright as hell, with Johnny's glare to match, Gyro's eyes glanced around his camera to give him a 'it was necessary you can't be mad at me' face. The polaroid printed, and the pretty picture began to appear in front of him. A mirror to the real thing.

"So since she's your best friend now you can just show up to see her whenever ya want." A statement of calm and welcoming words reached Johnny's ears a moment later as he held the polaroid between his fingers. He hadn't seen a photo of himself smiling so genuinely in.. in like ever. Something about it made him want the tears to fall—but God he couldn't cry over a cat. And he especially couldn't cry about a cat in front of his other best friend—why was it complicated like that?

Gyro returned to his habitat of cooking utensils and baked goods, some already put into containers and others stuck on the cooling rack that'd probably been long over its use many minutes before. He let the cats bond as he made small slices of the different desserts, transporting the dense feathers of pure sugar to a plate of graphic roses. This was also the only plate that adorned this pattern, Gyro'd been searching to find a set to match - perhaps that goal would never be achieved. Nevertheless, he set the plate on the table, opting to just leave it there for the two to snack on at any point. And he'd get to actually reducing the mess to wash-cloths and Clorox later. Not TOO much later, but an hour wouldn't hurt the counter surely.

"Where'd the name Dancer come from," Johnny spoke up. The creature really had chosen him, her purring resembling that of a running engine. A cuddle machine of a cat and a boy who'd never known the pure joy of it.

"Oh I dunno, the way she jumped seemed kinda like dancin'—" Gyro led his own way, hair flowing behind him towards the CD player that set closer to the couch in his cozy living room. "A bit simple but I like it."

"Me too," Johnny mumbled a bit, "my best friend Dancer."

[spencstan]

Six of Crows re-read

(i also did this for the shadow and bone trilogy so read that if you want to)

spoiler alert obiously

i'm SO EXCITED FOR THIS this is my comfort book (with crooked kingdom of course)

JOOST HI

oo fun fact this was my first grishaverse book and i read it with no context whatsoever except that the mc is an emo boy and morally grey

so IMAGINE my pure confusion when JOOST appeared

i was like ?????? weird take on morally grey character but ok

joost trying to figure out how to flirt with a girl is a mood

anyone wanna teach us how to???

i kinda wanna skip this part so i can see the crows..

but i won't don't worry

(won't I?

"I think Yuri may be quarantined"

aaaand?

so are we you are not special

i feel like it's very important for me to mention that i read this book in spanish first

and then i got into the fandom and i was like who the fuck is the wraith? i only know El Espectro

Heartender who??? ooo you mean Cardio

Tidemakers? nope, i only know Maremotores

for real i was so confused i had to re-read it in english (not that i mind tho)

say whatever you want about the spanish version but we have to agree that this design is pretty af

another one yay: "Retvenko was a Squaller" vs. "Retvenk era un Impulsor"

(should i also say that in my pfd english version the book is 294 pages long and in my pdf spanish version its 532????) (i think it's because in the english one the speces are way less like the lines are so close together wtf

i've decided that i'm bored so i'll be skiping this chapter

anya is super badass tho

skdgfalsdgfliaysvfascvhjl yesssssss inej

Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAZ

INEJ

I MISSED THEM

omg now i can picture amita and freddy SDJGKASKGLASG THIS IS AMAZING

we interrupt our regularly scheduled program to watch the shadow and bone trailer once again to hear freddy's beautiful voice

ok moving on!

now hear me out i'm giving you all permission to make fun of kaz for this one: Dirtyhands = Manos Sucias

hello i am Kaz Manos Sucias. nice to meet you!

AAAAA

AAAAAAAAAA

JESPER FAHEY

JESPER LOVE HI

SJDGHFKAHSGDLAJSDFSJ,AHFLHDSGF

I MISSED HIM OMG

OMG NOW I CAN PICTURE HIM AS KIT

can you tell jesper is one of my favourite characters?

i really love the fact that kaz is pissed about the murder of that ambassador ONLY because he can´t figure out how it happen

he´s such a nerd

i can't believe one of the firts things we hear jesper say is threathen to kill someone by writing "forgive me" with bullets

AND HE CALLS HIS GUNS "BABIES" OMG

picture saying hi baby and wylan thinkin he's talking to him but actually jesper's talking to one of his guns

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It's about sending a message. What's the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?."

"Compromise," Kaz said. "I'm sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

ooo thank god we have kaz to come up with creative solutions /j /s

honestly i love how they talk about kaz's cane like it's the scariest weapon ever (which it kind of is)

nothing will ever disappoint me more than finding out that in english their gang name is "the Dregs". like i don't even know for sure what that means

in spanish is "Los Indeseables" (the undesirables?) which sounds a lot more badass

no hate tho i like the dregs

but i was confused af bc i expected it to be sometihng like "the undesirables" or"the unwanted" or whatever

and it said "the dregs"

which in the translator means something like shit or something

anways moving on:

If he'd (kaz) ever been a little boy

i love how lowkey all the crows think he was just born exactly like he is now

imagine a baby kaz all dressed in black and threatening people

cute

"No mourners," Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty

"No funerals," the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for "good luck".

YES

YESSS

i wonder what wylan's doing right now :))

i can't wait for the next book where he has a pov

the first time i read this book i literally looked at the title of every chapter to see if he ever got one (i was disappointed to say the least :((((

Besides, she was the Wraith - the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

ma'am

marry me please

i'm gonna cry so hard once the show is out and we get to see inej omg

me simp

That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jepser was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he'd do anything for Kaz.

idk why but i just love it every time kaz implies or shows that he cares or trusts jesper

it makes me soft

But every one of Inej's senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

underrated saying from Inej's father right there

"I'm a business man," he told her."No more, no less"

"You're a thief, Kaz."

"Isn't that what I just said?"

i-

i see no lies here

not to be annoying but i hc jesper as adhd (i mean is pretty much as canon as wylan's dyslexia) so i'm gonna write here every time i see evidence :)

jesper with adhd part 1: impulsivity

Jesper snorted. "Stomach, spine. What's next, spleen?"

"Shut it" Oomen snarled. The rules of parley dictated that only the lieutenants could speak once negotiations had begun. Jesper mouthed "sorry" and elaboratedly pantomimed locking his lips shut.

he know he couldn't speak but couldn't stop himself from making a comment (i relate way too much to that lmao)

hoestly poor jesper he had to watch hid friend get shot and kaz do nothing about it

i would've been mad too

"I like it when men beg," she said. "But this isn't the time for it"

KAHGFAHLGSFGASFLGSAFS

this is one of the best quotes in the book by far

YASSS KAZ POV

Kaz could have tol Jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him eough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight.

cute

but kaz is petty af

he didn't even have a reason not to tell jesper that!

i love that kaz knows inej is following him but doesn't say anything because he wants to wait until she's ready

i LOVE the scene where kaz in in the van eck mantion /srs

idk why but it's so good

And, of course, there was the mystery of Van Eck's son.

wonder what that could be!!! /s

He grinned at her (...)

"Hmm." she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

KANEJ YESS

HE'S BASICALLY SHOWERING IN FRONT OF HER OMG

this is so funny poor inej is getting flustered

"And I'll need Wylan waiting at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

YES WYLAN OMG

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder

happens to the best of us :/

"Please, my darling Inej. treasure of my heart won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?"

if kaz doesn't say this on the show we riot

agreed?

it's so amazing how nina found a way to use her powers to get money instead of having to like steal and murder like the rest in the gang

NINA'S POV YESSS HIII

nina and inej omg

their friendship is just perfect

POOR MATTHIAS HE HAS TO FIGHT THE WOLVES

i would straight up cry

Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her

i'm gonna cry damn it

this is the enemies-to-lovers we all needed

jesper has adhd part 2:

"Jesper was supposed to wait until three bells." said the pale boy

"It is three bells, Kaz." replied a small girl (...)

"Since when is Jesper punctual?" the boy complained with a glance at his watch

the time blindness come one

(btw i love the fact that kaz plans around jesper's time blindness instead of like threatening him to be on time)

i really love how every one feels the need to take the time to say/think that the masks are ugly

its so unnecessary lmao

yessss inej is a badass that kills monster we stan

and matthias is lowkey impressed lmao

as he should

"Thank you, Jesper," said Nina

"You're very welcome, gorgeous. See, Kaz? That's how the civilised folk do"

THESE TWO OMG

JESPER IS THE LOML

INEJ OMG LOOK:

She stepped aside as if she's known he was coming, languidly hooking her heel behind his ankle. Matthias let out a loud grunt as he landed on the stones

(...) "Clumsy, this one," the bronze girl said impassively.

i-

that's what happen when you underestimate her bitch

AAAAAAA

PEOPLE

PEOPLE

TIME TO FREAK OUT

WYLAN IS HERE

AND HE'S DOODLING STOP IT'S SO CUTE

ok jesper has adhd part 3 i think:

"Just how crazy is he?" asked Jesper, fingers drumming on the pearl handles of his revolvers.

ok first of all: stimming

second of all: hyperactivity

i rest my case

ok 2 or 3 things here

"I believe you know Nina," Brekker continued. "The lovely girl freeing you is Inej. (...) and this is Wylan, the best demolitions expert in the Barrel"

"Raske is better," Inej said

The boy looked up, ruddy gold hair flopping in his eyes, and spoke for the first time. "He's not better. He's reckless"

"He knows his trade"

"So do I"

ok 1: kaz calling inej lovely omg kanej

2: YES WYLAN STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF

2.5: kaz calling him the best cute af

3: honestly why do people think wylan is like an innocent soft boy or whatever. he's in a room full of murderers and thieves and the first thing he does is correct them and stand up for himself

like i wish i could do that

i would be crying like a bitch

AAAAAAAA

"Meet Wylan Van Eck"

KHDSGFALSGFIASGFAL

HI WYLAN BABY

YESSS JESPER'S POV NOW

I'M SO HAPPY also look at this it's the first thing in his pov

Jesper stared at Wylan

do i sense some wesper?????

ok everyone is being so mean to him right now

they are aclling him useless and an idiot and other shit

poor boy honestly he had to deal with this + taking part of a heist he is definetly not ready for + he has to hide the fact that he can't write or read

it so distrubing that kaz is literally the nicest one to wylan right now

"See that? Hidden depths." (...)"He's good enough at demo, and he's got a fine hand for sketching, thanks to all those pricey tutors."

(...)

"There you have it," Kaz said to Jesper. "Marketable skills. Wylan is watching you, Helvar"

GET READY

ARE Y'ALL READY?

OK THEN:

"Scheming face," Jesper whispered to Inej.

She nodded. "Definetly."

THEIR FRIENDSHIP OMG

AND THIS QUOTE

I NEED IT ON THE SHOW THEY BETTER GIVE IT TO US

"Who's Mark" damn wylan (but pretty good comeback to jesper tho)

"What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.

"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.

"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.

"You're all horrible," said Matthias.

tag yourself i'm jesper

KJSFGAL kaz just told wylan to tell him everything he know about his dad's company

and he said he doesn't know and kaz was like "and you never looked trough his documents????

AND THEN HE GOT SAD AND SAID HE HADN'T (and kaz believed him this is sad)

AND NOW JESPER CALLED HIIM USELESS

ok you know i love you jes but if you keep this up

idk i can't do anything you're a sharpshooter

but stiiiiiil

LMAO MATTHIAS ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT KAZ

nice try

demjin

*insert spongebob voice* demjin

WE'RE GONNA TAKE A MOMENT NOW TO APPRECIATE INEJ GAHFA

BECAUSE KAZ DOESN'T

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

*ugly crying*

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you'll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.

*uglier crying*

TANTE HELLEN IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

SOMEONE PLEASE STAB HER FOR ME

jesper has adhd part ?? (i have dyscalculia you can't expect me to remember the number):

That sound - the swift, shocking report of gunfire - called the scattered, irascible, permanently seeking part of his mind into focus like nothing else.

do i really need to explain this?

ok just in case.. an adhd brain doesn't actually have a deficit of attention(the name just sucks) it's problem with controling that attention. the brain is always looking for new sources of dopamine which is why it shifts its focus so much

i love that jes thinks of matthias as "tha giant"

like sir

have you seen yourself?

you're tall af

HE GOT SHOT

WHY DID I FORGET JESPER GETS SHOT IN THE LEG HERE

"Close your eyes!"

"You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan"

"Just do it!"

i love the energy BUT NOW IT'S NOT THE TIME JES

YESS WYLAN SHOW THEM THEY WERE WRONG CALLING YOU USELESS

inej just stabed some guy int the d

good for her!

KAZ YESSSS HI

AWWW SHE'S WORRIED HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS CANE

KANEJ FOR LIFE

oh no wylan got shot too???? (just barely but stilllll por baby)

my Wraith omggg

ok 3 things about this:

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

"No!" Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. (...)

Jesper set his hand on Wylan's shoulder. "Let it go."

"It's not right-"

"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake."Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blook and a knife up his sleeve"

1. wesper yasssss

2. wylan just argued with a mant hat had just tacken the eye out of someone. he literally called him out for being an asshole. like damn wylan is brave af i love him

3. do you think seeing kaz trow the guy out of the boat reminded wylan of when the same thing happened to him???? this makes me sad

he's brave and a good person and i just-

"Man with a knife, remember?" he said over his shoulder.

"Man with a gun!" Jesper called after him

this had no right being so funny

AND THEN KAZ GAVE HIM THE MIDDLE FINGER STOP I CAN'T

nina is the biggest kanej shiper no one can tell me i'm wrong

unrelated but if jesper had gone to the Little Palace and had studied there with nina they 100% would've had a crush on Zoya and bonded over it

like you can't tell me those two bisexual disaster wouldn't be absolutely in love with Zoya

jesper has adhd part ??:

Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his gunds, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motions

hyperactivity right there

and restlessness

"Do you know the best way to find Grisha who don't want to be found?" (...)

"Seems to be if they don't want to be found, you should just let them be" (jesper says this)

this conversation must be so stressful to him omg

LMAO JESPER CUT MATTHIAS HAIR THIS IS SO FUNNY

AND HE SHAVED HIM

ok you all know i love all of them but they can be sooo stupid

like wylan wrote no names on the drawing and he's excuse is that he doesn't know fjerdan?

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN TRUE he literally said he learned school fjerdan which means he should know how to write it too (we know why he can't but the tohers don't)

and even then like the excuse doesn't make any sense. why would having the original name be usefull if no one can fucking read it????

the worst part tho? NO ONE QUESTIONED HIM

THEY WERE LIKE "yup makes sense" AND WENT ON WITH THEIR DAY

i wondered how they didn't figure wylan's secret sooner but now i now

it's because theya re idiots

"I'm just doing my job. Stop glaring at me"

wylan baby let's not make the gigant mad

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost."

Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias ghost to kick your ghost's ass."

"My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primply, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

i had to put this here i don't want to get murdered by the fandom

jesper, inej and nina have the BEST friendship

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE JES AND INEJ TOGETHER ON NETFLIX

"I know some people don't understand, but Kaz told me ... he said it was my choice, that he wouldn't be the one to mark me again."

i love this because it happen when they had just met

he did it because he understands her trauma and he respects her not because he loves her (i doubt he did at the time)

Kaz had been impressed with the sketches. (...)

"Just learn to take a compliment. Kaz doesn't hand them out often."

I'M SO PROUD OF WYLAN

and yess kaz only compliments wylan (and inej but that's sarcastic so it doesn't count) because he's a proud dad

"And you don't belong here, either."

"I beg your pardon, merchiling?"

"We don't need a sharpshooter for Kaz's plan, so what's your job - other than stalking around making everyone angsty?"

He shrugged. "Kaz trusts me."

Wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "Sure about that?"

DAMN WYLAN DESTROYED HIM

also

"If you aren't born with every advantage, you learn to take your chances."

"I wasn't-" Wylan left off and set down his pen. (...)

aww cute neurodivergent boyfriends bonding

Wylan had turned back to his work, his disappointment obvious. For some reason, Jesper felt disappointed, too.

ajgflasjgfjagslfiuusgflgdfsgdflasdgfsd

wesper

aww jes checks on inej every morning and every night i love him

"Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."

Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej"

LJFGALKGFALGA another cute friendship right there

(and i can see why people ship them romantically)

STOP INEJ AND JES ARE BONDING SO MUCH (page 127 so i can go back and read it lmao)

Van Eck writes to Wylan every week, and Wylan doesn't even open the letters

"They just said the same thing again and again: If you're reading this, the you know how much I wish to have you home. Or I pray that you read these words and think of all you've left behind."

should i kill him? anyone want to join me?

Inej bumped her shoulder against his."Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid." (...)

"You're too good for him, you know?"

"I know. So are you"

jes and her bonding over their stupid crush on a white boy

Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.

jfsfdajdhmgkfutdjrgsg ok i can't blame them for having a crush on him anymore

this chapter is full of kanej i love it

"What do you want, then"

You, Inej. You forever.

jksdgfoagsdfgsdgfklasgdflaghsldfgksdgfkahgsdfghjlkf

kaz's backstory makes me sad

"When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm," said Kaz. (...)

"I´m gonna pay someone to burn my kruge for me."

Kaz fell into step beside him. "Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what big players do."

"You know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone ...". Their voices trailed off as they tomped ahead, and Matthias and the others followed.

JES AND KAZ HAVE THE BEST CONVERSATIONS

i can't believe we get to see nina and matthias meet and their whole backstory in less than a month omg

"It's not natural for women to fight."

"It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand."

QUEEN

YOU TELL HIM

oh no the dead grisha

this part breaks my heart every time

"Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?"

.....i'm just gonna leave this quote right here

anyways acab

stop nina tried to kill the survivor so they wouldn't suffer but she couldn't do it

and jesper did it for her without hesitation i wanna cry

and inej didn't want to do it either i want to hug them

"Because our crime is existing. Our crime is what we are"

..........

i'm gonna leave this here again

do with it what you will

"Don't mock what you don't understand."

"My mockery offends you? My people would welcome you laughter in place of this barbarity"

i- this conversation is so important

AAAAA JES AND WY ARE A GREAT TEAM I LOVE THEM

WYLAN TROWS BOMBS TOGIVE JESPER TIME TO GET READY TO SHOOT

INEJ AND KAZ ARE A GREAT TEAM TOO

THEY LITERALLY DID THE SCENE LIKE IN THE AVENGERS (but without the shield WHICH MAKES IT BETTER)

Jesper shouldered his rifle. "Wylan earned his keep."

Wylan gave a little jump at the sound of his name. "I did?"

YES BABY YOU DID GREAT

kaz getting self-conscious for his hair is pure comedy

but nina how can you say that have you see his hair on the show???? it's perfect

"Remeber our friend Mark?"

HELP I CAN'T

"Any other impossible feats you'd like us to accomplish?"

The bearest smile flikered over Kaz's lips. "I'll make you a list."

once again jesper and kaz being besties

unrelated but nikolai and jesper would love each other

the amount of sass they have between them it's unparalleled

"Mmm," Inej murmured, taking a sip from her mug. "Maybe you're just not enough."

DAMN

ma'am marry me please

kaz fainted damn poor boy

unrelated unce again but this is so much betetr than shadow and bone

like you can tell leigh improved so much

her characters are better and their arcs are better developed

the writing itself it's better

or maybe i'm just biased because i love soc so much but i think she definetly improved

INEJ IS TRYING TO GIVE HIM SPACE EVEN WHEN SHE'S TRAPPED AND LOCKED ON THE WAGON

I JUST - THEY KNOW EACH OTHER SO MUCH

Though he'd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.

Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. "The trick is not getting knocked down," he'd told her with a laugh. "No, Kaz," she's said, "the trick is in getting back up"

inej is smart af

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn't know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing - when kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He's finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stich of clothing, and he'd been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

ok i got a couple of things to say about this part

first of all it makes me so sad that jes cares so much for someone who dosn't deserve him. because no hate to kaz but they would never work as a couple and kaz already treats him like shit most of the time

i think this part shows who a lot about who jesper really is. a boy that grew up having to hide parts of himself, who thinks he's worth nothing but it's smart and capable, who's loyal and brave and caring but doesn't even know it himself. he's someone who feels he doesn't deserve good things and thinks he's not good enough, and that's why he unds up in all the wrong places with the wrong people. he left uni bc he fell in with the gangs, because he didn't think he was smart enough or even prepared to be in studying in the university. jesper is constantly hiding behind a mask or running from things because he's scared of not being enough

an kaz is everything jes in a way wishes he could be. kaz is secure in himself (at least on the outside), he's stable, he's smart, he's "unshakeable". and most of all, he doesn't care about others (we know that's not true but that's how he presents himself)

and that's the thing that causes jesper all his problems. because he's insecure because he thinks he's not good enough for the poeple or things he cares about. and he's always trying to do what's best for his loved ones: he went to the ice court to pay his debt for his father, he follows kaz everywhere beacause he cares about him, he offered to read to wylan (knowing it wouldn't be easy for him to be still that long).

and yeah it often doesn't work out becuase he's messy and he has problems but he tries. and he hates that. he hates that he cares so much about people because at the end of the day, that's what makes him feel like he's not good enough

one more thing and i'm done i promise

unpopular opinion but i love that leigh made jesper have a crush on kaz. 1 beacuse it's refreshing to see someone not get otgether with his first crush. and 2 because i love that it shows that we sometimes get attached to people that are not good for us, but that we can learn to move on. jesper ended with wylan who respects him and values him, unlike kaz

ok i'm sorry that was probably all bs

oo one more thing, jesper definetly has rsd (rejection sensitive disphoria), which is something most poeple with adhd have

"My father used to take me everywhere with him"

this is so sad. bc they probably had a good relationship when he was little. and then they figured he coudln't read and now his father treats him like shit

it's even worse than if he haf been horrible from the beginning because wylan knows he can be a good father. and so he thinks it's his fault and he deserves to be treated like that. i hate van eck

"You're cuter when you're smart"

(...)

"Definitely cuter when you're smart"

wesper yesssss

i love them so much

ok but why do people think jesper is stupid. like the boy just made a bunch of criminals pass out by mixing some chemicals

and he was going to the university at like 15

AAAAND NOW THEY KNOW HE'S A FABRIKATOR

amazing plot twist

also:

Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun that annoying him, but it was a close call.

oooo come on jesper we all know you just love getitng him to blush

and you love him

who said that? definitely not me, nope

awwww jesper misses being around animals that's cute

imagine him coming home to wylan one day with a puppy because he just couldn't resist

cute

Better terrible truths than kind lies

just leaving here more of inej's wisdom

ok this may be a reach but jesper has adhd part ???

Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? He couldn't remember which was which. (...)

"The alarm was Yellow Protocol, a sector disturbance."

Jesper pushed at his temples. "I don't remember what that means"

a bad working memory? sounds familiar

kaz loves puzzles

it's canon

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

this part where wylan and jesper see the banner made with grisha's kefta kills me every time

I would have worn purple, Jesper thought, if I'd joined the Second Army. (...) He'd beenwilling, even eager to risk capture and execution as a thief and hired gun. Why was it worse to think about being hunted as a Grisha?

this makes me want to cry so much

another thing super sad: the fact that since his father is Kaelish and had some supersititons towards grisha, jesper grew up wondering if his own father was scared of him. he had to hide his powers and he was almost taught to be afraid of them

"Is it safe to leave them, you know-"

"Alive? I'm not big on killing unconscious men."

"We could wake them up"

WYLAN

NO

damn the boy needs therapy

it's amazing how nothing went like they planned

not a single thing

PEOPLE GET READY

ARE YOU READY?

NEITHER AM I BUT WHO CARES

"What do you like?"

"Music. Numbers. Equations. They are not like words. They...they don't get mixed up."

ok dude the clues are right there he's basically saying it

"If only you could talk to girls in equations."

There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they'd created in the link, Wylan said, "Just girls?"

Jesper restrained a grin. "No. Not just girls." It really was a shame they were all probably going to die tonight.

wylan really said a straight man?? couldn't be me

this is the definition of bi panic "jesper restrained a grin" bitch we saw that

btw i love the slow burn

like they hint something here but they don't actually start liking each other until much later and they don't get together until almost the end of ck

i also love that the fact that they both like guys is like out in the open now. bc i'm not a fan of when queer characters have a crush and there's the whole thing of "are they queer too or not?"

like they both know htey are queer. but they don't get together right away bc they have to start liking each other before. they don't get together bc they are the only queer mlm characters

matthias fake betrayal killed me

i tought it was real

I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept fom this oath.

this is just-

also foreshadowing?

YAYY KUWEI HI

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.

She's laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

if i ever have a s/o and they don't tell me this at least once i don't want it

He needed to tell her... what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himslef together into some smeblance of a man for her

THIS

THIS IS LOVE RIGHT THERE

they are the only straight couple that matters

everyone else go home

Wylan had scratches all over his cheeks and neck. He was beaming. Inej grabbed his hands and sqeezed.

so cute omg

"You can explain why our illustrious Shu scientist looks like one of Wylan's school pals along the way"

KAZ

i mean it's true but you didn't have to say it

KAZ IS SMILING OMG

EVERYONE FREAK OUT WITH ME

HE'S "grinning like and idiot" STOP I LOVE HIM

"We are all someone's mosnter, Nina"

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all"

this part breaks my heart and i love it

"Stay," she oanted. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Stay till the end"

"And after," he said. "And always."

i just- helnik is perfect

AWWW JESPER MISSES WYLAN

my daily dosis of wesper :)

ok but in like 2 pages jesper tought of wylan like 10 times bc he's sad wy isn't with him

Jesper scanned the empty deck. He's assumed Wylan would come up to see them off. (...)

Jesper knew he was being selfish and stupid, but some petty part of him wondered if Wylan had deliberately kept away from him on the journey back. Maybe now that the job was complete and he was on his way to his share of the haul, Wylan was done slumming with criminals.

*charles boyle's insinuating voice* and why do you care so much???

btw YOU ARE WRONG. HE'S LITERALLY GOING OUT OF HIS WAY TO BE WITH YOU EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T SPEAK

this scene where we find out the truth about wylan hurts so much but it's one of my favourites idk why

I LOVE THAT EVERYONE IS AS MAD AS I AM ABOUT THE LETTERS NOW

"Your're a fool," Jesper snarled. "He smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you."

YES TELL HIM

the fact that wylan just heard him say that omg

"Deserved" amended Van Eck. He blew the whislte twice.

SOMEONE BETTER GRAB ME BEFORE I KILL HIM MYSLEF

THAT IDIOT

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

I'M GONNA CRY CAN SOMEONE KILL HIM FOR ME

Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.

YES EXACLTY WHAT I MEANT

JUST KILL HIM RIGHT NOW

"I'm not big on bludding, am I Inej?"

"Not as a rule"

Van Eck's lip curled. "And why is that?"

"Because he'd rather cheat," said the boy who was not Kuwei Yul-Bo in perfect, unaccented Kerch.

THIS WAS PERFECT

THE BEST WAY TO REVEAL THAT

(...), and Jesper flinched

baby he recognized wylan's voice

The Shu boy held out a hand. "Pay up, Kaz"

BITCH THIS IS AMAZING

THIS BOY MADE A BET WITH A CRIMINAL THAT HIS OWN FATHER WAS GOING TO TRY TO KILL HIM

AND HE WON THE BET

A nearly perfect replica of Kuwei Yul-Bo stood before them, but he had Wylan's voice, his mannerisms, and - though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes - Wylan's surprising courage, too.

i love it when they compliment him

my boy deserves all the compliments ever

AND KAZ IS PROUD OF HIS SON WE ALL KNOW THIS

Wylan cuold draw a perfectt elevation. He's made a drill that could cut throu Grisha glass from parts of a gate and scavenged bits of jewellery. So what if he couldn't read

this is taking me to some real places

i may cry you've been warned

WYLAN DIDN'T CARE THAT HE MAY BE STUCKED LOOKING LIKE KUWEI

this is making me cry

"A fool would have been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for "traitor", you've called me worse in the last few minutes alone."

EXACTLY

YOU TELL HIM WYLAN

Instead, in that moment of threat, when he should have thought only of the fight, he looked at Inej.

BABY

i would've done the same tho she's pretty

amita is sooo pretty i'm gonna die when the show comes out

Jesper was staring at Wylan, his eyes roving over the black hair, the golden eyes. "Why?" he said at last. "Why would you do this?"

nothing to say here except: wesper

You... how many times was it you standing beside me on the deck at night when I tought it was Kuwei?"

"Every time."

i want to cry so bad

"Why does it matter?"

"I don't know!" Jesper said angrily. "Maybe I liked your stupid face."

a very staright and platonic thing to say of course

i know jes we all liked his stupid face

"Jesper made a mistake," said Wylan. "A stupid mistake, but he didn't set out to betray anyone."

YES WYLAN DEFEND YOUR BOYFRIEND

And maybe he'd kept him in the dark about Wyllan because he wanted to punish him a little

even kaz know they like each other come on

Jesper sat with elbows on knees, head in hands. Wylan deside him wearing th face of a stranger.

wylan give him a hug fro me please

he needs it

"Scheming face," murmured Jesper.

"Definitely," agreed Wylan.

i miss inej already

And I'm going to get my girl. Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he´d promised her so long ago.

i'm ugly crying and so what?

and now we're done....

i want to read this book again omg this is unhealthy

[janiedean]

I feel bad for all the nice J*nsa shippers who like their ship for whatever reasons (tropes, pretty art, aesthetic appeal, whatever) and know it's not canon but get associated with the misogynistic Dany hating crowd who act like Jon being attracted to Ygritte is J*nsa foreshadowing because red hair (I guess Jon should fuck Edmure Tully too? Omg give me Dark!Jon getting revenge on Catelyn by seducing her brother!) Tell me something. I'm new to the fandom but was J*nsa popular before the show? And I've heard something about the OG J*nsa shippers being alienated by the new shippers who insisted it had to be canon and acted like the series is called, "A song of J*nsa #danysux." I don't find that hard to believe because I know people who are now ashamed of calling themselves J*nsa shippers. Like, at this point, it's not only rival shippers who hate it. Even Gendrya/Braime/Jon stans/etc have started disliking that ship. You know your fandom is a problem when people who have nothing to do with Jnsa have a problem with it.

me: reads this ask

me: iwastheregandalf.gif which I can't find now but

okay anon buckle up because I am sadly well-equipped to answer this ask but before I do lemme tell you dark jon seducing edmure to take revenge on cat is LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD but *clears throat* ALL RIGHT THEN.

disclaimer: as anon says I have no issue with like the shippers mentioned by anon in the beginning and ngl I agree, I have ABSOLUTELY ZERO FUCKING STAKES in the j*nsa vs j*nerys war and the only het jon ship I gaf about is jon/ygritte and we all know where that ended up I just... have been here since 2011/adwd was over and all the fic around was just for the books under secret lj communities and asoiaf qualified for yuletide and I have... seen... things.... and I actually have like uh had... beef... with some people in there and I know things bc ppl who hated those others told me stuff so anyway *sigh* buckle up anon I'mma tell you the story of jon shipwars through the years

in order, the old gods help me here, under the cut bc this is long as fuck

when I got into fandom also given what numbers were on ao3 one ship was popular and it was sansan. no like sansan was lit. the only asoiaf ship on ao3 with more than 200 fics. jb had twenty when i checked first. jc had like around 100-ish because of the show but sansan dwarfed anything. I posted the first jon/ygritte fic on the ao3 tag and the fourth throbb fic and like the others were all reposts from lj kinkmemes. nothing was popular before the show except for sansan when it comes to huge numbers bc grrm doesn't like fic and it was all hush hush until the show made it impossible to control and that ship was the one with a huge enough fanbase it actually had numbers, so like... j*nsa wasn't popular in the way nothing else was popular until it got screentime on the show

now, that stated, j*nsa had a... fair amount of fic for a rareship which was mostly book-based and from og shippers that were there from before the show and liked it for what it was but literally none of them thought it was gonna be canon, like it wasn't huge or anything but it had a small but dedicated fanbase who did their own thing and thought it was fun/liked the idea but that was it

that fandom had their own niche of hcs that they cultivated and shit except that like... at the end of S5/beginning of S6 there was a surge in shipping for... well obvious reasons bc it was obv sansa was getting to the wall and that would have been all nice and good but a) it was the time puritanical shipping was starting to take root and the 'shipping sansa with sandor or tyrion is hella problematic' rhetoric had started to circle coming from sans*ery shippers mostly but I'mma not open that fucking can of worms here, b) while the ending of S5 had more of a theon/sansa spike, the j*nsa stuff started getting big

now here we have to mention my villain origin story ie: j*nsa fandom had this one stan whose name I won't make because honestly it's been years and if she's still around I don't want her to remember I exist who was a bnf, wrote for... the website that created the whole larry/carol thing etc who was really fixed on this thing that j*nsa was actually canon and started writing extremely popular meta about it. now you're gonna ask how do you know, I know because this person once wrote a meta named 'why robb stark is a dick' and I told her that it was really fucking bad meta and she took it so badly she kept on trash talking me on her blog/her podcast (I was apparently the insane robb stark fangirl l m a o good lord) and like that was when some sane ppl who argued with her informed me in pvt that she was basically harping on the CANON thing when they'd have been okay with like... it being crackshipping and that she was basically cultivating a hoarde of followers who were harping on them/the ogs and basically ostracizing them;

I would like to add that this person - before her tumblr got 'accidentally deleted' and remade it therefore deleted most receipts for, er, her so-called meta which included stuff like ned and cat raised sansa as a sexual object and only wanted to sell her like cattle - had at some point started a round robin fic thing where... some of the characters mocked openly said stuff that some of the og fans had said specifically targeting them and people in that side basically went harassing anyone who didn't agree with that specific notion

now never mind that this person basically coined an entire term to describe ppl who liked white guys and excused all their wrongdoings out of my conversation re robb basically lying about everything I said as if I didn't have the receipts and tried to sell shirts with it and it didn't work and like then she got kicked out of her own website because she was telling her commenters disagreeing pretty shitty insults (considering I was called psychotic for disagreeing with her that time I don't doubt it) I think at some point she stepped back from fandom bc idk wtf she's up to these days and I don't want to, but basically at that point the dam was broken and there was a bunch of puritanical shippers harping on anyone who didn't agree with j*nsa is canon endgame stuff

this also includes an incident when those ppl were like... passing themselves as throbb shippers and ended up trying to tell t*hramsay shippers off the theon tag based on moral reasons and I ended up arguing with all of them (and they were all from that crowd) which in turn landed me in contact with other og j*nsa shippers who were like detached from that fandom bc those same people harassed them away as well ssooooo fun

anyway when S6 happened everyone was high on it and whatnot but I wasn't gonna begrudge them that I mean... you shipped it for years, canon is delivering you, good for you, but then j*nerys happened

god j*nerys happened

aaand basically...... I mean personally I was there like are y'all seriously arguing about the best incest jon ship out there but like basically the j*nsa endgame side was like AH JON IS PLAYING DANY SEE IF IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, the j*nerys obv got defensive af and both sides were sort of alternatively shitting on jon/ygritte anyway and depicting any other romantic rship jon could have as abusive™ and during S8 it just got worse and like I tried to stay out of it but basically from what I'm seeing now idk how the j*neryses are doing but on the j*nsa one it's ah jon's gonna play dany anyway and she's going to go insane like in the show so SHOW TRUTHING EVERY OTHER WAY and like again denying that sandor exists or that tyrion exists and like I barely touch my corner (sansan) but I ended up arguing with j*nsa/th*nsa people on twitter who were antis and is2g it was white-hair inducing and I know for sure the sansa/tyrion shippers were harassed to hell and back throughout so FUN

and even if the show didn't go there now since everyone there banked on the jnsa endgame thing and admitting you're wrong is like... not a thing, they still haven't let go of it and attach to that ship any shred of evidence which honestly is grasping at straws half of the time (like... the sansa/alysanne parallels like guys please no) and which is why every other ship is starting to get fed up, attaching canon proof of stuff from other ships onto theirs see that batb argument and jb is platonic but jonsa is not nvm taking all the sansan stuff and throwing it on j*nsa but then denying that sansan has canon evidence (like guys I had to read sansa touching his shoulder when saying gregor wasn't a true knight wasn't meaningful and we were seeing things please) and blah blah blah

this also goes hand in hand with the fixation on like... villanizing dany at all costs and like is2g I have zero investment in dany or her storyline I don't even remember it and I don't particularly care abt her either way and sure af I'm not for j*nerys endgame but like.... some stuff I read is completely excessive esp when fixing on how she's a completely mad tyrant who's gonna have to be put down and like... guys no

(also there's some srs stannis hate in that corner which I honestly don't get why they even care abt stannis but I had to read stuff like ppl don't recognize that dany and stannis are the real villains in this saga and like........ idek)

I think most of the og shippers are gone or don't ship it openly bc they don't want to be attached to the drama but like I also think they're pissing off everyone else bc like... I mean a bunch of them also were down with sansa being paired with other ppl as long as it meant a good ending for her except those ppl were... like everyone but the ppl she has actual contact with in canon which meant that at some point sansa/gendry was a thing and like.... you can imagine why arya/gendry shippers & arya stans were fed up, and there's also this tendency to behave like sansa is the center of the entire saga which like these books is named a song of jon snow basically can we pls make peace with it and personally I've had it with both j*nsa and j*nerys people since they started with that dumbass JON/YGRITTE WAS AN ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP rhetoric but I'm also fed up with the total ignoring that sandor exists/depicting us as delusional and honestly I also was by proxy fed up from the harassing of the sansa/tyrion shippers soooooooooooo

there were also instances of 'well theon is an acceptable choice other than jon bc he can't threaten her' which... i mean we all know what that meant and I'm not even commenting it bc it's one AM and I have no force to but I don't have to explain why it's not a progressive take now do I

there were also metas about how cousin incest being legal in half of the world means that jondany is a worse incest and j*nsa doesn't count as such and I was basically there like guys please just fucking own up to it but honestly I chose to forgot where I read that and I couldn't find the link if I tried

tldr: no one wants to admit that it's not gonna be endgame which considering the amount of fic they have on ao3 is imvho useless bc they have more content than like.. anything I ship that's not jb or that's actually like canon *cries in joncon/rhaegar but I mean renly/loras is canon and has less fic than them* so idk what's the problem with enjoying that instead of insisting it's gonna be canon when not even the show validated it while show truthing anyway when the only show truthing that can be truthed is the small council made of minorities and possibly jon eventually fucking off with the wildlings but not like that but like most people who thought it wasn't gonna be endgame had left/were made to leave by the time S7 rolled by and at this point since wow isn't out yet everyone is fandom-grasping at straws to find stuff to discourse on and we're here beating dead horses *shrug*

so that's... how it is but I would again like to point out that I don't judge ppl on their shipping, I don't particularly care about this entire feud bc I only ship jon with ppl he's not related to in whichever way and I try to stay out of this mess bc I don't really care to argue with ppl who have already decided to bend canon to whatever they want and will have to realize that it's not what grrm wrote at some point but like I have a very good memory and the above rant is as objective as possible also bc again I don't literally have a stake in that race I just think romantic/endgame j*nsa is not a thing and that ppl should stay in their lane and not harping on other ppl who ship whatever in general but especially when their ship is the most popular thing in fandom in the first place /two cents

[arsonistslut]

TW: This part of the story is inconceivably violent, so if that triggers you or you're uncomfy with this sort of stuff, please skip this chapter of my rewrite.

Chapter 18: The Killer's Rampage

CRASH!

The hospital chair proved more than effective at breaking the locked window that held him inside, the moon shining in and providing miniscule light for Jeff Woods. He knew he had to be quick to get outside, as the faculty would probably be barging into his locked room any second now,so he scrambled through the broken window frame, ignoring the glass shards cutting into his bandaged body and hospital gown as he jumped down from the room. It wasn't a long fall, as he was on the first floor of the building, so he quickly proceeded off the hospital grounds and on the road toward his house, grabbing one of the larger shards of broken glass on the ground, just in case he might've needed it. He wasn't waiting anymore. It had been far too long already.

Randy Ellsworth was still thinking over his decision to split off from Keith and Troy on his way home. His mind wandered through ideas, questions he had. Did he really hurt Keith and Troy, or were they just caught up in the moment? One thought led to another, and soon, his thoughts were back at the party. He had invited Jeff there as a peace offering, something that could keep everyone happy for a bit and let everything settle down..but he just had to do that, didn't he? He had to glass him, send him tumbling into that fire..he could only hope and pray he was doing alright. His train of thought about his transgressions was stopped when his headlights highlighted a figure walking down the road, wearing some sort of hospital gown. The figure looked like they were bleeding, so Randy pulled over and got out of the car, cautiously approaching the figure.

"H-Hello? sir, ma'am, whoever you are..you need a ride or something? I can drive you somewhere, if you want."

Randy looked at the person standing before him, before looking into their eyes..the black hair was a start, but those black, sunken-in, terrifying eyes that peered out from the bandages wrapped around their head were a dead giveaway.

"J..Jeff..is that you?"

Jeff's breathing got heavier, gripping the glass in his hand so tightly that his hand bled, until he let out a gutteral yell and charged Randy, driving the shard deep into his chest and tackling him onto his car. Randy screamed in horror and pain, and Jeff took the shard and stabbed him with it, over and over into his gut as blood sprayed onto his face and body. Ellsworth cried and screamed as Woods proceeded to reach into one of the open wounds on his body and violently string out his intestines, his guts flowing out like streamers. Randy hurled a mixture of vomit and blood onto his car, before finally perishing in the killer's grasp.

Jeff shivered as the cold nipped at him, the wind howling as he opened the door to his family's home with the spare key under the floormat. The house was much warmer than the outside, as Jeff just took a moment to soak it all in..the warmth, the stench of blood on his body, what was to come next. Making sure his footsteps were muted, he made his way to the drier and began rummaging through for clean clothes, something warm to replace his hospital gown. A white hoodie and a pair of red jeans would fit him nicely, so he threw the gown aside and slid his new clothing over his athletic frame, hissing as the cloth made contact with his tender, bandaged flesh. His spare pair of steel-toed military boots tied off the outfit quite well, so he proceeded upstairs, retrieving his switchblade from his drawer and pocketing it. He then went to the bathroom, wanting to see his face after not having seen it in over a month. When he peeled away the medical tape from his face, the sight he saw horrified him. His face..it was horrible. All of his skin was a cadaverous white, now, and the old mouth scars he had were gone, overwritten by the hypodermic scarring that had turned his body into a chilling reminder of the party that had gone terrifyingly wrong. He began to chuckle at the sight, the grisly state his face was in, before taking his switchblade and digging it into his cheeks, letting out awful sobs and laughs as bloody tears began to slide down his face.

"Who's there?"

His mother's voice called out into the darkness, and with rivers of crimson pouring from his wounds, he patiently waited. Carla turned the corner, a switchblade to the throat quickly silencing her. Her eldest son watched her gurgle and choke on her own blood, a cold, unforgiving glare meeting her gaze as she died on the floor. The cathartic sensation that washed over Jeff felt unending, his breath growing shaky as he entered his father's room. Carla had gotten out of bed and left Jeff Sr. asleep in his bed. Woods slowly approached his father, before raising his blade and driving down into his head, his father's eyes widening as he realized what was happening.

He was going to die.

Liu was asleep, downstairs, his earbuds blocking out any commotion he might've heard otherwise. He was a light sleeper, so the overpowering smell of blood and sweat that wafted into his room as his door opened was quick to wake him up. When he turned around, he saw his brother standing in the doorway, holding a blowtorch he'd surely gotten from the garage and sliding something down the back of his pants.

"Jeff..is that you? W-What're you doing here?"

A sickeningly prideful chuckle came from Jeff, turning on the blowtorch in his hand and holding it in the air so Liu could definitely see it.

"I am the devil, Liu. And I am here to do the devil's work."

Liu had no time to question his brother about anything he just heard, as Jeff had pinned down the boy with his left hand, igniting the flame of the blowtorch with the other. Then, every neuron in the boy's brain shocking him with pain as his brother rammed the blowtorch into his face, laughing at his screams and cries of pain, a smile soon charred into his face, much like Jeffrey's. Drawing his switchblade from his pocket, the elder sibling jammed the knife into Liu's shoulder, his screams delighting Jeffrey as his blood sprayed onto his face. Jeff, however, was soon knocked away by a lamp thrown at his head. He dropped the blowtorch and held the side of his head, looking to see who threw a lamp at him. He had just enough time to make out Natalie's face as she then struck Jeff with a wrench, knocking him even further back. Liu's body slumped off his bed as Woods tried to kick Natalie away, to no avail when she struck his ankle aside.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"

She cried out as blows from her wrench followed, each one more and more painful than the last. However, Jeff had an ace up his sleeve. Reaching into the back of his pants, he grabbed his father's 1911 pistol and pressed it against her cheek.

"Go to sleep, bitch!"

The gunshot that then rang out was deafening, Natalie screaming as her face bled, both of her cheeks blasted open by the 45. ACP that was shot right into her face. Jeff groaned as he stood up, his body still aching from those wrench strikes, and reached down to Nat's face, gripping her right eyeball and beginning to yank it out of her head. With a disgusting snap of her eye's optic nerve, he succeeded, dropping the eyeball next to her. Natalie screamed until her vocal cords no longer let her, Jeffrey running his bloody, bandaged fingers through his hair without a single notion of guilt for his terrible crimes as she eventually passed out from blood loss. With 3 people surely dead at his hands for sure and 2 more in a less certain state, Jeff proudly smiled as he wrote a message in blood on one of the walls, Liu's sobs the only audible sound in the house.

"Why...? Jeff, why did you do this?"

Jeffrey turned to his brother..his crying, bleeding, surely dying brother. A member of his own family, laying in a pool of his own gore. He just looked at Liu, unable to conjure an answer.

"...Why?! Answer me, damnit.."

As Jeffrey began to walk toward the front door, he internally struggled to find an answer for Liu's pleas. The truth was..he didn't have an answer. These were crimes he committed out of impulse, out of a blind hatred he felt for the world. Jeff felt that his brother hated him anyways, so the truth wouldn't change anything. He slowly walked out of his home, not a single word leaving his lips as his brother pleaded for a reason for his killings.

Jeff had a moment of peace outside, his hoodie shielding his body from the cool winds around him. Then, he saw an old '68 Dodge Charger pulled over on the side of the road, and when he caught sight of Keith Winchester at a nearby payphone, he knew killing him would get rid of the aches his body faced from Natalie's attack, and take Liu's seeming demise off his mind. The car's hood was up, and as he got closer, Jeff was able to catch a glimpse of Troy trying to fix the engine.

"Yeah, our car's broken down and it needs to be towed somewhere it can be worked on. Yeah, we're on-"

Keith suddenly felt the phone cord wrapped tightly around his neck, Jeffrey strangling the life out of the boy from behind. The chuckle that sounded out from behind signaled to Keith that somehow, someway, Jeffrey was out of that hospital.

"I can't decide, whether you should live or die~ Oh, you'll you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry~"

The cord tightened around his throat, as Jeff softly sang into his ear, he desperately tried calling out to Troy, but the boy was unable to.

"No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, it's cold and hard and petrified!~ Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride~"

Winchester eventually grew limp in the killer's arms, so Woods dropped him to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey, Keith! I think it's the timing belt, it got fucked all the way up!"

No response.

"...Keith? You okay?"

A series of hard thumps running up the car was the eventual response he got. Before he could even scream, the stick holding the trunk up snapped as Jeff jumped on top, crushing Troy's hands inside with a sickening crunch, the bones in his hands shattering under the combined weight of the heavy hood as well as Jeff's full body weight. Troy yelled at the top of his lungs in pain, his horror only growing as he saw the mess that was his assailant's face. Woods squatted down so he could talk to the poor bully face to face.

"Hi, Troy! How are ya? Hey, quit screaming, I'm talking here."

When Troy didn't stop, Jeff shook his head in annoyance.

"Okay, how about we teach you some anatomy, huh? It takes about.."

His bandaged hand took hold of one of Troy's ears, ripping it clean off.

"15 PSI to rip off a human ear. The same applies for both, actually! Why Mike Tyson was able to bite his opponent's ear off so easily."

As he talked, he ripped off his victim's other ear, reaching into his mouth as he cried and then yanking out his tongue, throwing it aside with disgust.

"That was your tongue, won't be needing that anymore..now, for the teeth! Good God, your teeth are bad..they aren't usually piss yellow, lemme just.."

Two punches to the boy's mouth and a face slam onto the car's hood loosened one of his front teeth enough that Jeff was able to yank out one of his front teeth, the blood flying out of the stump Troy once called a tongue soddening Wood's bandages with even more blood, to the point where they were beginning to fall off his hand and reveal the burnt, pale skin underneath.

"There! Now, it takes about 1,000 to 1,250 pound-feet of torque, or force if you're a neanderthal, to break a human neck! Here, I'll show you!"

Jeff then slid his hands into position, finally ending Keith's misery by breaking his neck, killing him instantly.

"I think this surgery went pretty damn well!"

The killer hopped off the hood of the car and continued down the road, his mission becoming clear in his head. It wouldn't be long before the police caught up to him, so before they found him, he needed to hit one last place.

Ingrid groaned as she made her way downstairs, having decided to crash at Jane's place for a bit since she recently got thrown out of her house. She began rummaging through the freezer when she heard the wail of several police cruisers speeding past.

"What's with all the cops at this hour?"

She went to look out the window, but a hand soon clasped over her mouth, a knife quickly slitting her throat as well. As her blood dribbled from her throat, her attacker spun her around so he could look at her..look at the girl Jeff felt he was replaced by.

"You..You took my Janey away from me..and now, she'll die for her nerve, to leave me when she knew I had issues, and you'll die for daring to touch her!"

3 more strikes to the neck followed, Ingrid's head coming clean off and rolling along thee floor after the 3rd slash connected. Jeffrey took a look around the house Jane brought him to when they were together during one of the only meaningful relationships Jeffrey had. So many hateful, vile thoughts ran through his head as he grabbed a canister of gas from the garage and 2 chairs. He used the chairs to barricade Jane and her parents in their rooms, before pouring the gasoline around the house. Jeff then struck a match he found in a kitchen, walking outside and carelessly dropping the matchbox as he went. He gazed into the small flame for what felt like ages, all the memories he had with this house flashing before his eyes as he threw the match on the gasoline. An inferno quickly started, Woods turning around and walking away as his former lover's house burned. 3 police cars soon pulled up to the burning home, the officers seeing the blood-soaked perpetrator of the crime calmly walking down the driveway.

[bionic-buckyb]

What Happens In Vegas: Part 14

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: Sorry this took a bit! I had 5 days off from work and literally did nothing but sit on my ass, so that was nice. This chapter explains some things, so I hope you like it. So far (unless I decide to write more or the next chapter seems unfinished), only two parts left! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: - language.

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*gif is not mine.

Bucky’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, square in your chest. He moved towards you, his hand outstretched, but you backed away, unable to meet his eye. You were hurt; offended that he hadn’t told you such important information. Was he the man you thought he was, or was he someone else entirely? Your heart was screaming at you that he was a good person, that he was going to tell you at the opportune moment but hadn’t yet had the chance. Your brain was yelling at you to kick him out, scream at him for being such a piece of shit, and never speak to him again.

In the end, your heart won.

“Well fuck, Bucky,” you breathed out, blowing a rush of hot air out of your mouth with force. “This is… a lot.”

“I know it is, doll, and I am so sorry it’s all happened this way. But you have to believe me when I tell you, I was going to explain all of this to you when the time was right. Steve was obviously pissed because he thought history was repeating itself, but it’s not like that with you.”

“Then what is it like?” you asked, standing up straighter and looking him directly in the eye. “Why am I different?”

“You’re special. Everything about you radiates perfection. With Peggy, it was an accident, on both parties. We got completely smashed, got married, and well… made Charlotte. But I never had feelings for her, Y/N.”

“How can you have sex with someone you don’t have feelings for?”

“In my right mind, not intoxicated, I can’t. It’s impossible. I didn’t even know what happened until we woke up next to each other naked---“

“Okay,” you said bluntly, putting your hand up to silence him. “I get it.”

“Steve thinks he loves you, but I know he still loves Peggy. He can’t forgive her for what she did to him, not with Charlotte in the picture…”

“But why did he forgive you?”

“I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because we’ve known each other since we were kids, but he’s known Peggy almost his entire life too. I don’t think he ever fully forgave me, if I’m being honest.”

“Why doesn’t Steve give Peggy another chance? I mean… if what you say is true, everything was an accident. It wasn’t out of love that you both slept together and got married. It was an accident.”

“Once Steve is offended, it’s hard for him to reconcile. I mean… I think he would’ve taken it a bit better if a baby wasn’t born from it.”

You hadn’t even met Peggy, and you already disliked her. It was hard not to, considering she was the mother of Bucky’s child, had been married to him before (if only for a very brief time), and kept his only daughter from him, as if he were some kind of degenerate.

“Why won’t she let you see Charlotte?” you asked softly, after a brief silence between you. Your brain was working in overdrive, trying to find answers for all of your questions.

“I don’t know. She just won’t. She won’t answer my calls. I’ve tried to take it to the courts, but they said we need to take a paternity test in order for me to have any rights.”

“So… why hasn’t that been done?”

“Because she put a PFA on me. I can’t be within 100 feet of her or Charlotte at any time. My rights don’t matter.”

“What?” you asked dramatically, not able to contain your shock. “Why the fuck would she do that?”

“If I knew, I would tell you. I think she’s hiding something though, and I have no way of ever finding out what that is. I can’t tell Steve, because he won’t believe me.”

“Bucky… is it possible that Charlotte—“

“What? Charlotte, what?”

“Isn’t yours…” you trailed off, kicking yourself for even mentioning it. You could see just how much Bucky loved Charlotte when he spoke of her.

“It’s extremely possible. Her and Steve were in a relationship, remember?”

“Then why doesn’t she try and get a test done to see who is actually the legitimate father, instead of trying to push you away? Charlotte deserves to know her dad. If Steve is her father after all this time, things could have been worked out between him and Peggy. If she’s yours, you’re missing out on precious time when a little girl really needs her dad.”

“I get what you’re saying, doll,” Bucky said, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your forehead. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re not killing me right now. This is truly why I love you. But in all honesty, what am I supposed to do about it?”

“Fight for your rights. If she’s yours, you deserve to be a part of her life.”

“Peggy is… kind of a big deal, Y/N. No lawyer can ever take her down with the heat she’s packing in her corner.”

“Are you forgetting who your wife is?” you asked stupidly, mentally punching yourself for not thinking of this before. Bucky’s eyes lit up at your words, and you could tell he did forget.

“You’re a lawyer,” he said, open mouthed, his hands waving wildly in the air. “I can’t believe I fucking forgot you’re a lawyer.”

“I am,” you said with a smirk, watching him freak out.

“And a damn good one too. You’re the one who got Clint out of that robbery, yeah?”

“I did.”

“He was clearly guilty, but you got him a year’s worth of probation, when he should’ve been in jail.”

“Clint’s a good guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I just had to show the judge that.”

“Doll…” Bucky said, striding over to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. “After everything I’ve done to you, I’m going to ask you something. You can say no, but it would mean the world to me, and I would owe you my life.”

You looked up into his sapphire orbs, swirling with hope. You knew what he was going to ask. With all of your heart, you loved him. He was your husband, and not just because it happened in Vegas so suddenly, but because you wanted him to be. You realized, standing right in front of him and watching his face positively light up was enough for you to do whatever he asked.

“I’ll help you,” you said, before he could even ask himself.

“Oh my god, you will?” he breathed out with relief, his eyes widening even more if possible. “Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.”

Bucky wrapped you up in the biggest bear hug and kissed you right on the lips. His face was flushed red, as he spun you around the room. You kissed him back, and tried your best to stem your nerves for what was sure to be the biggest court case of your entire career.

“Don’t thank me until we know who Charlotte’s father is.”

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

My bestie here is at level 17.

Once she gets Tommy she will go to 12.

This is COMPLETELY UNFAIR

I think she's as good as a two!!!

Except she rolled in as Earthling like how I turned midway through my life.

But she's a Goddess.

So my babe and her lover and child will be on an honorary ship. Its the size of 2 shipping vessels.

I know her to the depths of my heart in and out. Problem is. She uses her mind. Not her heart.

That is why her level is so low. But my heart HURTS SO BAD LIKE I GOT STABBED FOR HER.

I love her so much and why she is so leveled is the EARTH'S FAULT.

Not mine and not hers!!!!!

So they get smaller ships, like I said about Billy, Jesse II and Veronica.

The exact same.

Because she would ask me for help. And boys would on purpose stick a knife in her heart and twist it.

That girl DESERVES HER OWN STEAM SHIP ALL TO HER.

That is what i told my dad all crying he said "alright alright papa will fix it"

I told Alex with a smile "papa will fix it"

So when a pink whale or pink dolphin floats on by... Remember the Pink Elephant in the room. TALK AND DISCUSS problems!!

The ships are nearly as long as ours but only 1/3 as tall

So they get all the same luxury but don't have to share.

"Here does that help your heart honey?" I hear my dad ask even right this second and i feel that knife pop out of my heart finally.

So all you girls. Strung around. Slapped around. Beat up on. I deserve to be with y'all. On a pink bunny looking cargo ship delivering goods is where I'll be instead. Making sure I take care of you because I know I do it best and so does papa.

I'll be fast. Quick as a jack rabbit. But I'll be there for you all. That i promise. My dad and Alex do too!

So all you men kicked around like trash. You are litter on a sidewalk because you got all that space for you!! Not No land fill full!!

You'll have your own docking and pod procuderes (gregarious)

There are approximately 13825 big steamers and 8,295,671 little floaters.

So you will encircle us in double and triple layers.

Our skeletons our minds our bones. Our survivors..

Surrounding those that think with their hearts.

You are our rib cages using your minds to protect us.

And we love and treasure you.

And that's not all. We have empty steamers from time to time. So all y'all in bigger groups can gather and enjoy.

That's when I and my dad and Gaberial (Alex) and 36 of my kids will dock y'all up. And re supply your ships while you're at play aboard the big steamers.

For at least 46 days. Then you'll go back home to Your little worlds.

The difference is the steamers have old time spooky and ghosts.

Our babies have nothing spooky. Only cute and sweet momma style dreessed up babies.

That is why they're pink outside. Mommas babies.

Inside blue. Strong as daddy and papa.

South America many of you will board them

Bestie. You get the sea horse. Bestie my dad will specifically get you. J and T and A and etc. Friend. I got you. I promised myself when you were wearing pink and white and crying thinking no one saw for 8 days in a row. I promised I would see you to the end even if i had to carry you myself. Baby girl. I will. I am. So don't you worry. YOU EXISTING. BEING WHOLE. BEING REAL 101% has saved 112,181,987,631,042,821,913,214,837 souls. From my dad. Because he saw my heart broke over you and your life. Girl i can't even count that high. Dad says it's an Echinacean. 112 Echinaceans.

You people are the reasons I've suffered these past 6 years. Once again I died to save souls. I gave up my life on my own planet for someone else's souls. I ain't your Jesus. I'm your Savior. You didn't deserve that shit. No one did.

George Bush Sr and now Jr is currently was/is being tortured in the most heneies of ways 6 months for Sr before being killed. Jr will have years with the dinosaurs. I ordered Sr dead. I was so angry. For what has happened.

Ordered by the government to torture via aliens.

That is what my daughter's movies are about. To protect my dad from that. Trick that it was already happening.

My dad didn't know who was good or bad. So i had ti join that mental torture. So he could tell who was evil and who wasn't. Turns out only 16 were and they were just faking. Like Denise.

6 years So you can have a happy eternity. MY FRIENDS TO THE END. WHICH WILL NEVER OCCUR.

These ships welcome your home animals per DNA4U. No testing required. Check the app. These ships are much more lenient on changes

My loves. The past is in the past. Please please look to the future m this is why they are animal shaped. Because ship we themed future and past.

All Y'all all y'all are saying good bye to the pain of the past. The boat paddles in a rotating circle.

Like a human in a lazy river, spinning in the currents like in an inner tube.

And that is exactly what it looks like.

You'll love me for it

Steam ships will love seeing y'all

HAPPY FOR THE ONES THEY COULDN'T SAVE. THE ONES SUCKED INTO THE SEWER AND CRAWLED OUT DIRTY COVERED IN AN ALIEN SLIME YOU COULD NEVER RECOVER FROM

All slime is banned from Eaerth. You want that slimy feel? Play in mud. -.- i find you making slime in your kitchen im gonna BE PISSED. SO I AM TELLING YOU NOW. GET THAT FUCKING WATER HOSE AND GET IN THE MUD!!!

Bestie already knows.

I love y'all. I died for you.

Now this bitch back and ready to rumble tumble and paerty!

[jabbley-blog]

Birthday 2016

happy birthday Jab💜 OR SHOULD I SAY, "I'll call u j". LOL BUT SRS HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (I didn't learn Hoover but I hope this makes up for it) you're one of the greatest people I've ever met. you're probably not going to believe any of the things I'm about to say to you but I don't care. you're so kind and nice and you have such a big heart. you are such a beautiful human and you have a beautiful soul. it feels so fucking wonderful to have someone to talk to everyday and just knowing you take interest in everything I say is absolutely amazing. everyday you put a huge smile on my face, and you always make me feel better. you make me want to stay up all day and talk to you until the sun rises and sets but even then I don't think I would want you to leave. you've helped me so much throughout these months and you don't even realize it half the time. I won't believe any negative things you say about yourself whether it's about your looks or personality or who you are. to me, you're a smart, funny, and amazing person. whatever happens in the future, if we ever stop talking or whatever because of a fight, just know that even though we're fighting, what I'm saying in this paragraph will still be true. we've grown stronger and closer within these 8 months. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world. I'm so glad things turned out the way they did, even though we had to go through what happened in March. In my opinion, it was worth it because we have never so close than we are now. I'm always here for you no matter what. words cannot describe how much you mean to me. it's unreal how much you can make me smile and laugh in one day. I want you to be happy all the time and I want to make you smile and laugh everyday- I want everyday for the rest of your life to be a good day. you're going to go so far in life. you're absolutely brilliant. you're so perfect. you may not be perfect to everybody, but to me you're beyond perfect. you'll always have a special place inside my heart. you may have not left a mark on everybody's world, but you definitely did on mine. you're one of the best things that has happened to me in my entire life time. It's so rare to meet someone so real and lovely as you. ever since we met I really think I've become a better person. I know you may not believe that, but it's true. I've been a lot more positive and myself. I find it really hard to be myself around new people, so when you came into my life you made me feel a lot more comfortable with who I am. you've impacted my life in so many ways and I can't thank you enough. I really love our friendship. I love how comfortable we are with each other. I love how our conversation never dies because we always have something to talk about. thank you for everything, I really mean it. I honestly don't know where I would be without you. I'm so glad you care. you've been nothing but so fucking great to me. I really can't say thank you enough. thank you for just existing. I don't want to meet anyone else like you because having you is more than I deserve. getting to know you was one of the best things ever. I hope that we will still keep getting to know each other more. I think it's really incredible how you're so far away but I feel so close to you. the fact that I can talk to you about anything whether it's good or bad makes me so happy. despite our minor fights, you're still here-- you have such a big heart. thank you for not leaving. I love the way you think, I love your humor, I love everything about you. l love you with all my heart and I feel so thankful to love you. lastly, thank you for showing me what it's like to be truly loved for who I am-- you've showed me that in a matter of 8 months and for that, I am forever grateful. just know the person you love loves you back just as much. I know you hate it when I say I love you, but you deserve to feel and be loved. I'm always here for you, whenever and wherever, I'm just a text away. happy birthday jab💜 allahu akbar pal. (and p.s I'm forever saving this paragraph in my notes if you ever want/need to read it anytime)