#he sounds so fcking turned on Jesus

[inchidentally]

I’m so behind and it’s probably already been posted but Lando gasping “aggressive Oscar!” and smiling like that should be illegal

[lis-likes-fics]

Can’t Sleep, Love

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings: Language, excessive use of “jesus” as a curse word, nothing else, this is a cuddle fic... A/N: Yes, I jumped on this wagon. Eddie Munson is among one of the many to own my ass and my heart at the moment, so enjoy the fics he’s gonna squeeze out of me for a while. I might be adding a taglist, I will be adding a divider (at a later time, it’s two in the fcking morning). Enjoy this unhinged weirdo in this best friends to lovers. P.S.: I have found that I would die for him so... ahem.

“Eddie!” you yell across the cafeteria, ignoring the looks you receive from those who turn at your outburst. The messenger bag at your side flails around as you practically sprint, being called out by a teacher who tells you to walk. You hardly listen as you move some hair out of your face. Some people snicker, others roll their eyes. You don’t care, too focused on the person you were trying to reach.

The person in question looks up at the sound of his name, brown eyes finding yours as he smiles. His hands, decorated in the rings you seem to adore so much, are clasped in front of him as he leaned on his elbows. His hair, long and dark, sits on his shoulders in tangles and frizzy curls.

You shoo away the sophomore in your usual spot, plopping down next to your best friend with a huff and a groan. Scattered ‘hey’s are spread around the table. It seems you have interrupted a conversation you had little to no care about at the moment. “I hate making calls,” you mumble to him as you drop your bag down onto the floor with a loud thud. You slouch as you grab his plate of food — food he was merely picking at, rather than actually eating — and chew on a semi-cold fry.

His face lights up at your complaint, “So you called like I said?”

You nod, but the second groan you let out as you toss the fry onto the table is a pathetic one that he rolls his eyes at. “What did they say? Did it go well?”

“I’ve got an interview tomorrow at two-thirty,” you tell him, picking at the peeling table.

“Well, that’s good. Isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, Eds, but that means I actually have to go and talk to people and pretend to be a normal human being. Nobody wants that.” He laughs at you — that teasing, throaty laugh that ends with an inhale as he leans back in his seat — and you scowl. “Your support in me is welling up in my soul,” you mumble, sarcasm dripping from your lips as you continue to glare.

He sighs contentedly, like he has finally stopped laughing from the greatest joke. “I’m sorry, you’re just so funny.”

“Har, har,” you said monotonously.

He gently punched your arm and you rubbed the spot as if it had hurt. “Don’t be a pussy,” he says, although his eyes convey a much less curt tone. Surrounded by all these people encourages him not to get all soft on you. He’s got a reputation to uphold and so do you. “It’s only one job interview. The worst they can do is say no.”

“Exactly!” you exclaim, slapping your hands on the table as your own rings — one which was gifted to you by Eddie — clatter against the hard table. “They could say no and I will have socialized for nothing, and wasted a perfectly good Saturday.” You mumble the last part to yourself under your breath.

Again, Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, hush. You’ll be fine, Bug,” he snorts. Your grumble is loud and annoyed as your head hits the table with a thump.

“Oo, that sounded like it hurt,” Dustin says as he approaches the table with Lucas and Mike on his heels. They take their seats, and you ignore the slight pulse in your forehead.

“What’s going on?” Lucas asks with his arms folded over the table.

You look up at him sharply, clenching your jaw as you practically snapped at him. “O’ fearless leader…is an asshole,” you seethe with no real anger or hatred in your voice, but just enough annoyance to substitute for both.

Like you were delivering a never-ending joke, Eddie laughs once again. “Bug’s got a job interview, and she’s upset because she actually has to go to it,” Eddie confesses, giving you up like chopped liver.

Mike shrugs, “You’ll be fine. You’re good at talking to people.”

This time, Eddie’s laugh is louder. It’s like he has just heard the funniest joke that could ever be told as he leans back in his seat, hand over his chest, and head thrown back. “Clearly, you’ve never seen her talk to people,” he says in between fits of laughter.

You punch his arm harshly, getting him to shut up as you shoot him a glare. He is hardly deterred, still giggling to himself as he shakes his head. “Well, that’s not true,” Lucas tries. “You were really cool when you met us.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s because you’re nerds. And you’re just kids, I can talk to kids. It’s the condescending adults I hate. And there are a lot of condescending adults.”

Eddie is still giggling when you glare at him again. “Eddie, would you shut up?” you tell him, hiding your face in your hands. “God, you’re so annoying. Why are we friends?”

“Because no one else would take you,” he answers, smirking at you knowingly.

You don’t respond to his joke the way he had hoped you would, still hiding your face away in your hands and sighing heavily. He lets out a breath, resigning from his jokes and laughter as he nudges your shoulder. “Ah, I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing your hands to pull them away from your face. When you're looking at him, he tilts his head down so he looks at you through his lashes.

“I’m sorry, Ladybug,” he apologizes, using that full childhood nickname he had given to you years ago. He grabs a lock of hair between his fingers, pulling it in front of his face to hide behind as he offers a kinder smile. “I’m a royal ass, I should be nicer to a ‘Lady’.” He almost bows dramatically, his hand discarding his hair in favor of twirling in your direction as he ducks his head.

You find it harder to stay mad at him when he acts like this, especially in front of others who he pretends to be harder with. That twinkle in his eyes, that genuine closed-smile on his lips, you can’t help yourself. You return his smile reluctantly, ignoring the way you could feel your heart more consciously in your chest, the way it thumped a little heavier than it had been before.

“Whatever,” you mumble. He catches the sincerity in your tone, the silent forgiveness in your voice as you roll your eyes, which still landed on him.

Eddie beams and leans forward again, turning his attention to the freshies that had joined the table moments prior, along with the rest of the D&D nerds at the table. “Alright, you little shits, listen up. I’ve got a campaign planned for next week so clear your schedules.”

~

When nightfall comes and you still find yourself wide awake and desperately in need of sleep, you can’t help but pace your room in distress. You always get like this, restless and anxious. This is one of the reasons you absolutely loathe interviews, tests, or even the slightest thought of having to get out of your comfort zone to interact with something or — God forbid — someone you are unfamiliar or unsure about.

You’re an acute-insomniac.

And Eddie knows it.

It is closer to midnight when you hear the quiet rap on your window, a familiar tapping that comes when metal meets glass. You turn around and are entirely unsurprised to see your best friend sitting on the ledge, a large grin on his face and the face of his rings turned toward you as he threatens to knock again. You go to the window, taking a seat and opening it to see him.

“Hey, Ladybug,” he greets, face still beaming as if the smile had not dropped from when you left him before. The nickname makes you roll your eyes. You hardly remember the last he had called you by your actual name — not that you’re complaining.

The nickname “Ladybug” or just “Bug” for short came from when you were a child. You always liked ladybugs, and you used to collect them and take them home with you, hide them in your room in a Mason jar with tiny poked holes in the lid. While Eddie admired your “hobby”, it was a tiring job having to comfort you whenever you sobbed because the ladybugs died.

“Eddie,” you greeted plainly.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” he wonders, tilting his head playfully.

You raise a brow, “Do I really have a choice? Because I feel like if I don’t, you’re gonna find a way in one way or another.” As you speak, he climbs through the window and brushes past you without a second thought. You nod expectantly, closing the window behind him before standing again in your pajamas.

“I’m trying to sleep, Eds,” you tell him, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” he says. As he turns, you hear the chains hanging from his pants rustle as he flashes you that smile, removing his jacket to throw it on the chair in your room, leaving him in his Queen’s tee. “Eddie to the rescue.” You roll your eyes.

“I hate to break it to you, pal, but whenever you’re over, it’s usually very unproductive toward sleep,” you tell him, raising a brow.

He shakes his head, raising a finger in your direction as he plops down on the bed, “Not gonna happen. I’m amazing at getting you to sleep.”

You point at him warily, an accusatory look in your eyes as you shake your head, “If you knock me out again, I swear I will literally throw you out of the window.”

“Jesus H. Christ, you will not let that go!” he grumbles, rubbing his temples as shaking his head.

“I had a concussion!”

He flails his arms dramatically, giving you that same exasperated look he gives whenever you bring it up. “How many times do I have to tell you — That was an accident!”

“In any case,” you sigh heavily, “the last time you tried to get me to go to sleep early for that test I had, we weren’t in bed until three in the morning.”

“I thought music would help,” he shrugs innocently.

You roll your eyes as you set your hands on your hips, “It was heavy metal.”

“Still music,” he points at you. You cannot help but laugh, crossing your arms over your chest and shaking your head in response to his words. He watches you with a smile, admiration clear across his face as his own chuckle makes its way up his throat.

He pats the spot next to him and you join his side, head resting on his shoulder. Already his presence brings you comfort as your mind eases just slightly, making sleep somewhat possible, but not within the realm of the next couple of hours.

Eddie brings his wrist to his face, checking the watch on his wrist as he nods. “Let’s see… 11:47. Quest: Get Your Ass to Sleep is a go.” You look up at him, interested in seeing what he had planned this time as he removes his shoes to join his jacket.

He just opens his arms wide and smiles at you. You raise a brow, “What? Are you going to suffocate me?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, waving his arms a little to beckon you closer. “No, I’m gonna cuddle you.”

You still. He is going to cuddle you? Arms wrapped around you, body against body, under the covers cuddling? There is only so much you can handle when it comes to Eddie Munson. This is on the growing list of things that make it harder to function like the semi-normal human being he knew.

It’s not exactly like you had not cuddled before. Maybe you were at his place watching a movie and you fell asleep in his arms, or one of you had a bad day and a long and warm hug was something you needed from one another to help ease the troubles away.

But lately, even the little things — like holding his hand or catching his eye at strange times — feel like a little more than it used to be. You don’t know what it means, the long silent looks, the brushes of your fingers that seem a little more sacred, your newfound inability to decline anything now stronger than it had been before. This feels so new, and yet so familiar, but you cannot place it. Quite frankly, you don’t think you want to.

You raise a brow, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Why not?” he asks, quirking a brow as his grin falters slightly, confusion on his face with a hint of disappointment.

“It’s way too hot in here for cuddling,” you tell him, crossing your arms.

His confusion was amplified as his arms fell. “What the hell are you talking about? It’s so cold in here, it’s always cold in here.”

It’s not hot? It feels pretty hot to you with the way he opens his arms again as less of an invitation and more of a demand. “Come on.”

“Eddie!” you complain, groaning as you lean toward him — not accepting his embrace, just moving closer to him to complain easier.

He does not take your protest, gesturing to the bed with his head. “Lie down,” he orders you. You go to argue again, trying to say you had something to do — which he knows is a lie. “–It’s not up for debate, Bug. Lie down.”

You huff and throw yourself back on the bed, turning on your side away from him as you pout. You feel the bed shift behind you, and you swear you suddenly become hyper-aware of everything. He places his arm over you, almost like he was thinking too much about it. You pull your arm up and out of his way and feel his hand almost drift down to your side, wrapping around you. His other arms snakes under you so that he is finally holding you.

You can hear his breath, pulling in and out as if he has to think about it. His fingers twitch against you, the tip of his ring finger grazes bare skin where your shirt had ridden up a little when you threw yourself back. You can feel the cold material of his rings even through his shirt. It was a habit of Eddie’s he still has not broken: his tendency to forget to take off his rings before he went to bed. You cannot blame him much, as you were also wearing a couple of your own rings as you tucked your hands under your cheek.

As the silence stretches, you tap your finger against your hand gently, absent-mindedly. You bite your lip and look around the room at your lamp, which is still glowing on your bedside table. You honestly did not mean to say anything. Your mouth moves faster than your brain, struggling to find something to distract from the strange moment between the two of you.

“I’m hungry.”

“I could eat,” Eddie replies without missing a beat.

You both sit up, separating from each other as you stand. I point at him awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say. Instead, you turn around and point to the door, which you then walk out of with him following behind you.

In the kitchen, things are not as intense as they were before. It was not necessarily an uncomfortable intensity, it was just… a lot. This time, you’re able to move around the kitchen as you fix a snack with Eddie, laughing and continuously shushing him to make sure he stays quiet. Your parents are asleep by now, and you do not want to wake them. Not necessarily because Eddie is over — about that, they could not care less — but more about the fact that they value their sleep.

Your hushed giggles joined with the abnormally loud clutter of the kitchen appliances are almost scandalous as the two of you dig into the ice cream you snatched from the freezer with two spoons. At some point, Eddie begins to hum something, a song you recognize and hum with him. The humming turns the quiet singing, which turns to the two of you twirling around one another and dancing clumsily around the kitchen.

Eddie, with his hand holding yours, spins you around and you laugh when you collide with the fridge. A plastic bowl sitting on top of the fridge wobbles and you nearly panic at the sight of it. As you go to reach for it, you are too late as it tips over the edge, juggling in your hands for a moment before ultimately falling with a loud clattering sound. You clasp a hand over your mouth as the both of you still with too-big grins, staring down at each other as you wait for any sign that you have been found out.

When you hear both your names suddenly echo through a door down the hall, you laugh with Eddie as you mumble to each other to put the ice cream away and make a run for it. The sad excuse for a cleanup left as you both slip and slide down the hall in your socks is the container with two spoons stuck inside of it, the lid thrown in the freezer carelessly and in a hurry.

When he stops in front of you at the door, you pat his back repeatedly. “Go, go, go!” you whisper, pushing him inside. He takes a tumble to the ground, which you end up following directly after. You both crack up as quietly as you can manage as you find yourself fallen on top of his chest.

When the giggles finally subside, you slowly move off of him to close the door silently behind you. He sits up, tampering with his hair as you stand, pulling him to his feet. When he’s upright again, he ends up closer than you had anticipated. He’s merely inches away from you and you almost hold your breath.

As you take a step back, peering up at those dark brown eyes that you loved to watch sparkle, you clear your throat and raise a brow. “So, are we gonna try again, weirdo?” you say, trying not to sound as hopeful as you feel.

“Well, you do need your sleep,” he quips, not as smoothly as usual, but well enough that you chuckle.

You take off your socks this time before you crawl onto the bed, laying on top of the sheets as you turn off the light. He follows suit, climbing in behind you and wrapping his arms around your body like before, his movements more sure than last time. His arms rests under your head as he pulls you a little closer.

It’s quiet for a little bit as you close your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you get ready to sleep. But as you lay there, you can’t help the nagging feeling that something is not quite right. You know what the problem is, and you almost succeed in keeping it to yourself. Key word: almost.

“I’m cold.” You almost shudder to get your point across as the chill clings to your bones.

“I thought you said you were hot,” he rolls his eyes, even if you cannot see him.

You shrug, “Well, now I’m cold.” He groans and gets up to fix the covers, bringing it up and over your bodies in an attempt to warm you up. As he moves back into his place, the both of you attempt once more to get to sleep.

And you almost succeed.

Key word again: almost.

“Move, my arm is falling asleep,” he tells you bluntly, moving his hand around as he tries to return the feeling to it. You huff outwardly, sitting up so he can take his arm back. He waves it around for a while before lying back down, this time wrapping his arms around your waist instead of tucking it under your head.

You let out a long breath as you close your eyes once more, readying yourself for bed to trump this anxiety — an anxiety you are nearly forgetting about. But as you lay still under the covers, you begin to think about how warm the covers are mixed with the heat of your bodies pressing so closely together.

You bite your lip, squirming a little bit to try and get comfortable. Eddie quickly grows sick of it as he groans, “I call you 'Bug’, but I should call you ‘Pest’.”

“I’m hot,” you state, rolling your eyes and letting out a sound reminiscent of a groan.

“You just said you were cold.”

“Yeah, well now I’m hot, Eddie. What the fuck do you want me to do?” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder.

“I want you to pick a temperature. One temperature, for the love of God.” He mumbles the last part to himself, adjusting your blankets so it sits lower on your body but still covers you. “Better?”

You nod and shift under the sheets to get comfortable again. Eddie squirms a little, bending his knee, but when he does that, it completely throws you off again. You grumble under your breath but certainly loud enough for him to hear, “Just jam your knee right into my back. This is fine.”

Again, he grunts a half-hearted apology and shifts his leg to move out of the way. But as he moves it lower, you are glad the light is out because otherwise your annoyed blush would be more visible as you tell him, “Eddie, that’s my crotch.”

“Jesus,” he cursed, fixing his leg once again.

“Look, this isn't gonna work,” you try.

He does not listen. “It will work.” His insistence almost feels like he was just looking for an excuse to hold you, rather than him trying to get you to go the hell to sleep — although you know, that is also part of the reason. You just sigh and shake your head.

Time passes, a reasonable amount of time. Your eyes begin to grow heavy, but it isn’t enough just yet. Maybe a few more minutes and you can try and give in to whatever you can grab for sleep. You start to zero in on Eddie: the rise and fall of his chest against your back, the feeling of his hands on your waist with his ring finger still very much grazing bare skin, his gentle breaths fanning over the back of your hair.

Everything is still and calm. You can probably hear his heart beating if you listen closely enough.

But Eddie suddenly ruins it as he lets out a heavy sigh, it fades into a groan. The sound makes you aware of how close you were to getting your mind to shut down and prepare for sleep because a haze lifts from your mind as you open your eyes again.

“Eddie.” Your voice is very nearly a threat, laced with venom and annoyance bordering on anger — well, not exactly anger, more just intense frustration… Eddie hears this in your tone and allows another sigh to pass through before he speaks.

“Your hair, I can’t… I can’t breathe with your hair in my face like this,” he mumbles, one of his hands practically swatting at your hair to sort through it.

You curse under your breath as you sit up, “Here, how about this?” You turn over onto your other side, pulling the sheets up just enough as you lay back down. The new position places you face-to-chest with Eddie, and you look up at him as you settle.

Eddie looks down at you, slowly wrapping his arms back around your body in a more comfortable way. His arm cradles your head while the other keeps you close by your waist. From this new angle, you can properly hear his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling, hear his breath blow gently into the still air. You can smell him, leather and cigarettes, a scent you have grown to adore.

Your hand comes to rest on his hip, the other crumples into your chests — although, not uncomfortably as you absent-mindedly wrap your fingers around his shirt. You feel the cold material of his guitar pick around his neck underneath your hand, and it causes a small grin to unknowingly spread over your lips.

You are much more comfortable this way, cradled against him like a precious thing held closely to his heart. You hardly notice your legs entwine, wrapping an arm around one another in a search to be closer. He provides a new warmth for you. Any part of you that seems unfortunate enough not to be in contact with him feels colder and encourages you to cuddle closer to him. He welcomes you gladly, his hand lifting gently to stroke his thumb over your cheek.

You hear him whisper your name, to which you reply with a lazy hum as you find yourself much closer to rest than any of the other times combined. When he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and whispers, “I love you, Ladybug”, it feels a lot different from all those other times when he would tell you when you needed to hear it — or even at times when he just felt like saying it to you. You know it does, you can feel it in the way that you feel your heart flutters at the words, feel it in the way that his heart flutters at the words.

And still you whisper back in that different-from-all-those-other-times way, “I love you, too, Eds” because you know it’s true.

My Megalist: pending... Eddie Munson taglist: pending... Tag yourself here...

[mickgaydolenz]

well here it is (the nightmare)

I was making a sandwich and when I was done I stuck my butterknife in my mouth because I wanted to suck the jelly off and started putting everything away, but when I opened the fridge it slammed against the knife in my mouth and cut up and got stuck there, now the only way I could describe that paint is having all of your nerve endings cut, and I started chocking on my own blood and I couldn't pull out the knife, and it stopped me from talking so I kinda just wailed for whoever was there to help me and this random guy came in and was all "oh my goodness gracious" (yes he said that) "I need to get you to the hospital!" so in the hospital I was told that I needed stitches in my mouth (the butterknife was still jabbed in the roof of my mouth) and that there were no anesthetics that could help me so I'll just have to "be a grown-up and hold still." then a bunch of nurses came in and held me down while they pulled out the butterknife and sewed the roof of my mouth shut, and when it was over they said I had to stay there for a few months to monitor what I eat so I don't infect it, and the guy just shrugged his shoulder, gave me a fist bump, and left. but that night when I was supposed to be sleeping I couldn't (this is a real thing that happens to me I can't sleep at new places on the first day) and I was fiddling around with my blanket and the door opened and in walked somebody who looked like a fcking 1950s gangster, and he walked over to me, grabbed me by my hospital gown and said "where the fuck is Tony" so I tried to talk but my mouth was swollen from my stitches so all that came out was "he dhjs an doue" so he pulled me out of my bed and out of the hospital to his car and started driving somewhere, and at a redlight turned to face me and said "if you don't start talking coherently I'm gonna cut off your finger" so of course I just kept trying to say I can't talk, but all that would come out was "eck ent olk" and stuff, so he took me to a warehouse with some other guys in it and they tied me to a chair, and kept asking me about this Tony guy, and whenever I'd inevitably say mumbo jumbo swollen mouth stuff they'd bring out a kid and start hurting the kid???? and I kept shouting to stop but it sounded like "adj! djfj! ffis!" like a Sims character!!! and then they untied my hand and cUT OFF MY PINKY FINGER????? then threatened to throw me into a fire if I didn't tell them about Tony?? WHO TF IS TONY??? and then I heard police sirens and started screaming loudly, got tackled by one of the guys, and woke up

……..duDE!!!!!! oh my god…..oh my god…..

yeah that’s a fucking nightmare and a half man 😬. the knife in your hard palate is….oof enough….but then pinky time??? uuuuuuuh no thanks 🚫👎🫥. raya jesus christ dude

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The Love You Want - Part 3

Sleep Token Fanfiction - getting closer

The sun is bright, way too bright. I reach for my phone but can't find it. I open my eyes, I see myself laying on a couch, in an unfamiliar room & I can feel someone beneath me breathing softly. I turn my head to look at that person I used as a pillow, it's Vessel, of course it's him. I'm snuggled up in his arms, my head on his chest, my legs across his body. His mask is only covering half of his face, I see his nose, his cheeks, i can't help but stare at him. He's gorgeous. I try to get up without waking him, when turning my head even more i look into 3 faces, Alex, Dan & Ryle are sitting on the couch across the room, awake, watching me. I blush. Dan says quietly: "You can keep staring at him, we won't tell him, I promise." which makes me blush even more. I give him a sign to hep me get up without waking Vessel.

Sitting in the bathroom, staring at the walls,I can't remember much from yesterday night but my body is giving me hints. My chest is covered in black paint, a few spots look like lipstick prints. My stockings are ripped. My hair is a mess. I grab my phone to call an Uber, I need to get back to work now, I already wasted half the day. I push the door open & run into someone. "Jesus Christ you scared me, Iris." a deep voice says, it sounds sore & raspy. I look at his face, the mask is in place again, his dark eyes are leaving me longing for information what had happened the past few hours. "I need to get home." I say, looking away from his face, focussing on my boots. Vessel puts his hand on my chin, raising my face up to look at him. "I'm sorry Iris if last night may have been unprofessional. We had a blast, it was fun singing with you but I don't want this to interfere with what you are here for - work." he says. Wow, that kinda hurt. I know I'm here for work but something inside my is telling me, that he didn't hire me just because my work is good. "No, it's fine" I say & walk away.

After a long shower & a nap I'm ready to finish the last few tasks, at 2 in the morning I send them to Vessel's email adress, close my laptop & head back to bed. 5 minutes later he replies with a simple "Than you, I'm very satisfied with the concept. Come see us tomorrow morning in our studio to talk about a few things. Good night".

Next day rolls around, I throw my hair into a bun, put on some grey leggings, a black hoodie, my black boots & leave the house. I'm definitely not looking hot today but I don't care, I'm just here for work, nothing else, I don't need to impress anyone. I enter the studio, all band members are sitting at a rounded table, talking about new songs & listening to recordings. They all look up, I see 4 masks, but only 3 smiles. Vessel isn't smiling. He looks at me with a mix of surprise & regret. I greet them, Alex immediately gets up to fill up a cup of coffee for me. "We are so happy you came into our lives, this new concept is exactly what we needed!" Dan shouts. He hugs me & gives me tons of little kisses on my face. I laugh, the whole table laughs, except for Vessel. He stares at Dan, he bites his lip. Is he angry? Is he JEALOUS?

After some talking, mainly my talking, the boys agree to get some food, only Vessel says he isn't hungry, me neither. They head off to grab a snack, now only me & Vessel are left. He doesn't say a word for 10 minutes until I start the conversation: "What the hell is going on with you, Vess?" He looks at me in shock, then replies: "I don't know what you mean Iris, I'm just waiting for my colleagues to come back & finish recording. You are here for your job. Nothing is wrong." I get up, tears fill up my eyes, I walk down the hall to where the bathroom is. I hear quick steps behind me. "Wait, I'm sorry!" Vessel shouts but I walk quicker. Where is the fcking bathroom? I just open a random door & close it behind me. It's a recording studio. I sigh, great, now I'm trapped here. Seconds later Vessel opens the door. "Iris, I'm sorry for what I said but I told you, I can't let you change me. I can't play this game with you" he says. "Then don't. Leave me alone." I reply. He looks at me, his eyes are burning holes into me. "I can't" he says quietly. 'I can't leave you alone, I wish I could. I knew this would happen. I read your previous work, I saw your pictures, I knew you were going to have the effect on me". "What effect?" I ask him. Suddenly his hands are around my neck, he pulls my face closer to his. "This effect, Iris. You make me lose control over myself" he says. Then he spins me around, holding my neck from behind, kissing my cheek, his hands wander down to my chest, my waist, I can hear him breathing heavily. I feel him get hard behind me. Then he stops, spins me back around, gets on his knees & says: "Iris, let me touch you, please. Just once. I can't focus on anything since I met you. I need to taste you. Let me have you once & I won't ever bother you again. I promise." This is too much, I want to run, but my body is telling me otherwise. I get down on the floor, sitting next to him, I take his hands, put the, around my waist & hug him. I whisper in his ear "Then have me, taste me, I'm all yours."

He grabs me, sits me onto a table & starts touching me through my leggings. The fabric between our skin is bothering me. I want to push me leggings down but he looks at me, shakes his head & says: "Stop, I tell you what to do, you don't move unless I command it." I nod, never breaking eye contact. He starts massaging me, drawing circles with his fingers, I'm sure my grey leggings are already stained by now. I can feel him getting more lustful, hungrier for me. He pushes one hand into my pants, slipping it beneath my panties, continuing his hand movements & slowly pushing a single finger inside me. I moan, I can't hold myself back from saying his name, digging my fingers into the table I'm sitting on. He loves teasing me, moving fast, then very slowly again. He looks into my eyes & says: "I have been imagining how you feel, how wet you are for me, how my name sounds when you moan it. I want you to cum for me, can we do that, princess? Can you show me how to make you cum harder than you ever have before?" I nod, I grab his hand & place it slightly different on my most sensitive spot, then I tell him to just keep going. I'm not sure if this room is sound proof, but I hope so. I moan uncontrollably, my legs start shaking, I try to keep looking into his eyes but I can't focus. "I'm going to cum, Vess, keep going" I whimper. He grins, places one hand around my throat & squeezes it tight. Electric shocks run through my body, I close my eyes & enjoy the feelings he gives me.

I catch a breath of air, open my eyes again & see Vessel smiling at me. He slowly pulls his hand out of my pants, then he pushes his fingers into his mouth, tasting me. He looks into my eyes while licking his fingers, every single one of them. "You taste even better than I imagined." he says. I long to kiss his lips, to taste myself on them, but he pulls away. His expression suddenly changes. "Fuck. I'm so sorry Iris. What have I done? I didn't mean to ruin our work relationship. I'm so selfish. I know that this was stupid, but all I can think about is fucking you. Making you cum again. Kissing those pretty lips of yours. Fuck." he growls. He steps away from me. His eyes are no longer on mine, he is looking at the ground. I can see shame & guilt in his face. "Vess, it's okay, I wanted this. I want you. I need you." I say. I take a step towards him, but he backs off. "No, Iris. You don't want me. You don't know me. You have no idea who I am, what I do, what my mind is like. You think you know me, but if you really did, you wouldn't be saying this. You wouldn't be in this room with me. You would avoid me." he replies. Then he opens the door & walks away. I can't help my frustration, I let out a loud "FUCK", ruffle my leggings in place, grab my bag & leave the room. I look like a mess, I know it. Vessel is sitting at the table with the other guys, he doesn't look up when I walk past. "I need to leave, sorry guys, see you soon again." I say quickly. Then I leave,

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i just re read Pavlovian Responce because its sooooo fcking good and i was wondering if you have any more thoughts about bucky playing with steve's tits because i👏🏻can't👏🏻get👏🏻enough👏🏻

<3

read "Pavlovian Response" here

Not you sending this ask in and me scratching my head for a good 30 seconds being like... I wrote a fic titled that?? And then suddenly all of my sin coming crashing back in when I remembered what it was 🤣

Two years ago, man. Damn. Back to the most aggressive part of the lock downs in my area and- oof, turns out I don't remember it well nor at all I guess haha

I mean-

Something that's always on my brain with Steve and his nipples is that I feel like ANY Steve, top of bottom, dom or sub, pre-serum or post-serum, modern or not, should have sensitive nipples. Like- can it be a rule? All Steve's have sensitive nipples and all Bucky's love to tease him about it?

And, yes, of course bottom!Steve should have sensitive nips because... can you imagine the pretty sounds he would make, riding Bucky, fingers tangled in his dark hair, chest heaving, head thrown back, thighs shaking, as Bucky leans down to mouth at his tits? Biting. Licking. Sucking. Maybe even slapping his across the chest when he stops bouncing on his cock, too overwhelmed to keep going? Well, until he gets that slap. That ring of pain makes his wet, red mouth fall open like he's seeing God. It always makes his hips stutter. He'll keep moving if he knows what's good for him.

Goddamn.

I can imagine that image... perhaps too well 👀

But also-? Also what I've been in the mood for more as of late, and what always kills me to think about, is Steve topping but being a sub. Like. I love the dynamic on its own, a top that's more of a puppy, whining and humping, helpless because their partner feels too good inside and they'll do whatever they want! They'll be good! They'll be good for them!

But Steve... I just want to see him whimper and squirm and try desperately to not cum too soon because, yes, he's plowing Bucky and he feels so hot and wet and tight and it's too much ohmygod, but also he's whining and moaning into Bucky's neck, bent over him, melting, because Bucky spent a good chunk of time working his tits up first... making his cock leak and twitch by pinching and teasing and twisting those sensitive nipples and massaging his tits. He did it until he thought Steve might cum from that alone and THEN Bucky stuck nipple clamps on him. They took a moment to calm down. And FINALLY, then Steve was allowed to watch Bucky open himself up and stick it in him. His aching cock in his twitching, wet hole... goddamn. Fucking him. Nearly down for the count on the third stroke between being edged and having the constant pressure on his nipples, the chain between the clamps swaying with his thursts and tugging harder at his chest. He's just too sensitive. He can't help it, always whining in the back of his throat- loving every torturous, pleasurable second of it.

Oh and don't even get me STARTED on the idea of an already sensitive Steve getting nipple piercings so he's so sensitive that if you so much as Breath heavily over his chest he'll let go of a high, pretty whimper. Jesus.

Thanks for stopping by <3

[thebest-medicine]

Distracted

Lore Olympus, Persephone / Hades, tickle fic/fluff, takes place during/directly after ep 112

A/N: I have fast pass and so I waited a million years to post this because I read ep 112 and HAD TO FCKING WRITE THIS OK impossible not to god I fucking love lore olympus AND I LOVE HOW MUCH HADES DRINKS RESPECTING WOMEN JUICE 🧃 GOD(S) DAMN. Also maybe it’s the fact that I color coded the dialogue so I had to edit this more thoroughly but this is one of my favorite things I’ve written in a long time and I just really fucking love this web comic and this pairing and this feels like it’d be on vibe and that makes me really happy ok? ok.

Summary: coda to ep 112, Persephone and Hades chat about what has happened in the past day or two and Hades comes up with a cute (i.e. ticklish) way to help distract Persephone when she is tired of feeling glum and worrying

Words: 2,495

(so... spoilers for 112, also 110 spoilers mentioned)

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An hour ago, Hades wouldn’t have believed who was about to summon him. Had he known Persephone would have wanted his company, perhaps he’d have worn something other than sweatpants. But now, laying next to her in her own bed, he was happy to have comfortable clothes. At least something was comfortable. They needed to talk about what happened between them. He didn’t want to pressure her, she said she wasn’t feeling good, maybe it was because of him..?

“Can we.. talk about the kiss?”

“Y-Yeah...”

“Did you...not like it?”

“The kiss?”

“Yeah.”

He felt a tightness in his chest evaporate when he heard her words. “...I loved the kiss.”

Suddenly, he realized, everything was comfortable, how could it not be, around her. Hades nearly melted into the pillow. He told Persephone to tell him if she wanted him to leave, and of course he would respect her wishes, but he couldn’t think of anything more devastating than the thought of leaving where he was right now.

“Then.. why did you leave? What happened?”

“I guess I... really enjoyed the kiss and I... got.. excited...” She answered bashfully.

Relief - and he had to admit a bit of flattery too - washed over him. “Oooooh..”

“And then I.. felt scared of those feelings I was having. My body reacted in a way I didn’t expect.” She paused, turning to face him. “I’m sorry for leaving you...”

I wish you’d never leave me again. He caught himself thinking. Jesus, Hades, she’s her own person, relax. He chuckled to himself. God, she’s just so... sweet, and cute, and adorable, and gorgeous, and nice...

“And I’m sorry for being weird.”

He thought he might evaporate into an array of butterflies too when she turned herself fully toward him, letting her arm fall over his chest. When was the last time he just...cuddled?

“You’re not that weird...” Hades smiled. A black moth took shape above them in the bed. “See?”

Persephone’s smile softened the room as she giggled, bringing her fingers up to the moth where two small pink butterflies fluttered into existence next to Hades’ moth.

“Thank you.” Persephone sighed against his chest.

Hades tilted his chin towards her. “What for?”

“For coming..”

“You summoned me, to be fair.” He snorted, then taking her hand. “But you know, I’d- I’d come whenever you ask.”

Persephone gazed up at him, and he could see the smile in her eyes. “I appreciate it.. a lot. And thanks for... for listening. For staying. For being here. With me.” She wiggled closer to him, pressing herself against his side.

Hades realized he was holding his breath after she moved even closer. How could this be so- so nerve-wracking? She likes you too, you idiot, why are you so nervous? He counted to ten in his head and tried to stuff down the butterflies in his own chest, regain his composure, confidence..

“You said before that you.. didn’t feel good and were having trouble sleeping. Do you... want to talk about what else is bothering you?” Hades offered.

Persephone shrunk in on herself a bit, holding him tighter. “Not- not really.”

Hades couldn’t stop his face from falling a bit. He pulled her close. “That’s alright. If you ever do... I’m here to listen, Kore.”

An idea popped into his head. “If you don’t want to talk about it.. Would you rather be... distracted? Comforted? Held? Or... Want me to just shut up?” He grinned at her. “What do you need?” He squeezed her hand tighter.

“Um..” Persephone thought aloud. “Hmm.. actually.. Distracted...sounds pretty good! I’m not exactly sleepy.” She stifled a yawn into her palm.

“I actually have something in mind that might help you with that.” Hades smirked at her.

Persephone’s eyes widened a little at him. “Um-” She hesitated.

“Oh not- not like-”Hades smacked his own forehead, a blue blush rising to his cheeks. “I’m not- that’s not what I meant! I swear I’m trying to bring my scoundrel level down!” He laughed. “What am I at now by the way?”

“Hmm, well I would have said maybe...15%, but- but that number depends on whatever you say next!” Persephone raised an eyebrow at him.

“15%? Nice, I’ve gone down!” Hades grinned joyfully. “My number might go up after this but..... only a little bit.” He paused sheepishly. “I hope!”

Persephone propped herself onto her elbows on his chest. “Well, now I’m curious, what’s your big idea?”

“I just want to ask you a question.” Hades started, shrugging innocently. “I think it’ll be pretty distracting.”

“... Okay.” Persephone agreed.

“Are you ticklish?” Hades couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice.

Persephone stiffened up in his arms. “N-” She started to make a noise but stopped when he looked down at her.

She was blushing even more pink than usual, a goofy, nervous smile on her face. “I- I-” She couldn’t make eye contact with him

She had been in many a tickle fight with the flower nymphs she played with back home in the mortal realm. Was there any answer, though, that wouldn’t end with the same result? He’s gonna test it out...

She felt him slowly shifting himself into a better position to do just that, one of his hands was crawling slowly toward her side.

When words finally came to her, just as Hades was about to find out regardless of what she said, all she answered was, “Are you?”

She always fucking surprises me. Hades thought to himself as a blush grew on his cheeks. How does she do that? I was in control a second ago, wasn’t I? He chuckled. “Well, I’m.. not, I- I don’t think..” That definitely didn’t sound convincing.

“!! YOU DON’T THINK?” Persephone practically shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stared at him with giddy disbelief. “YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?” She was almost embarrassed by how excited she knew she sounded.

Hades rolled his eyes. “I mean... who exactly do you think is going to be tickling the King of the Underworld?” Hades laughed at the thought.

“ME!” Persephone couldn’t help herself.

Hades could think of a few times as a child that he’d been tickled by Rhea or the other gods because of how serious he always was, and they figured somebody needed to put a smile on his face, right? Maybe a handful of teasing pokes from Hera or an accidental brush or two of fingers from Minthe that surprised him by how sensitive it was, but none of that was ANYTHING like what Persephone’s fingers were doing to his side.

She was leaning over him, five fingers digging into each side of him, her thumbs pressing between the muscles on the sides of his abdomen while her fingers squeezed around the back of his sides sporadically. She wiggled her fingers up toward his ribs and used her nails to dig in a bit between the bones.

Hades already had a hard time keeping any kind of guard up with her, so it was only a matter of seconds before she had him laughing. “Ohmygods- Kore st-stahahahop!”

“YOU ARE TICKLISH!!” She nearly had stars in her eyes. He was more adorable in that moment than any of his dogs (but she would never tell them that) even Pomelia.

Hades hadn’t laughed like that in.... he didn’t know if ever. Somehow in 2 weeks, she brought out things - feelings, situations... that he never in thousands of years even dreamed of finding himself in.

“Persephoneheheehhehehehe-” Hades giggled helplessly as he squirmed on her bed. His arms wrapped around her but he didn’t actively stop her. He didn’t want to push her away, and he ESPECIALLY didn’t want to hurt her. Hades would probably rip the head off of anyone else who made him feel so... vulnerable and silly, but with Kore it felt right. Even if she might be torturing him a little bit. This kind of torture was far better than the torture he felt trying to be away from her.

“I- I can’t believe...” Persephone squealed. “You’re...You’re...so cute!!!!!” She stopped tickling him with one hand to cover her face. Both of them had fire in their cheeks.

Hades took advantage of her slowing down her tickle attack and grabbed her tickling hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. “Okay, okay- Stahahop- I- nobody has ever- I’ve never been tickled like that-” Hades calmed himself through his residual giggles as he pulled the Goddess of Spring against his chest, wrapping his other arm around her.

“Hehehehehe.” Persephone snickered, twirling her free hand’s fingers against his neck and under his chin. He flinched away. “You’re ticklish.”

“You’re lucky.”

“You’re ticklish.”

“Anyone else who tried that would be dead.”

“And you’re ticklish.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re very ticklish.”

Hades rolled his eyes. “Okay fine... maybe.”

“Where else are you ticklish? Your feet? Your knees? I didn’t even get to try under your arms...” Persephone noted.

“I don’t like where this is going...” Or maybe I do? Hades laughed hesitantly. “Anyway... weren’t we- weren’t we supposed to be talking about where you are ticklish?”

Persephone, a sudden bolt of confidence shooting through her, declared. “I’m not. I never said I was.”

Hades, almost disappointed for a moment, narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t buy that shit for a second.”

Persephone’s confident smile faltered.

“So let’s just see about that!” Hades continued, suddenly using the hand that was already holding hers to try to also grab her other wrist. She squirmed enough that he could only keep her one arm pinned, so he just started anyway. His free hand, instead of holding her to his chest, started pinching just above her hip on her side. “Are you ticklish here?”

“Nohohohoho-” Persephone cackled.

“No? You sound kinda ticklish..”

“I’M NAHAHAHHA-NOT!” Persephone insisted, squirming wildly and trying to somehow smack his hand away.

That only encouraged Hades to keep trying more places. “Okay, then..let’s see where else you’re not ticklish.”

Persephone practically screamed.

“You do realize Artemis is here, right?” Hades teased. “How much trouble do you think you’d get in...” He latched onto the side of her rib cage and squeezed mercilessly, making Kore wriggle madly in the bed, rolling around and practically falling off trying to get away. “If you laughed, or you screamed, so loud you woke her up?”

Persephone turned her face into the pillow, rolling herself face down on the bed. Hades let go of her hand and rolled up onto his knees, hovering over her as he continued teasing her.

“Artemis would charge in here, arrows notched, ready to help poor, sweet Kore who screamed for help.”

Hades, caught up in the moment, climbed over her, straddling the back of her hips. He was so concerned with properly tickling her that he didn’t even have time to appreciate that he was sitting directly behind her butt. His two hands wiggled their fingers under the edges of her sides and began to tickle, first in the same spots, then slowly down toward her hips and up toward her ribs.

“And then she’d see this, the Goddess of Spring, giggling helplessly underneath a King, in her bed, in her room, in the middle of the night.” Hades laughed at the scene.

“I mean, what would she think of us?”

Persephone grabbed at his wrists uselessly as Hades tickled along her midsection. She definitely did not see the night going this way. “H-Hades ohmygohaahhaHAHAHAHAHA- plehehehease!” Persephone’s laughter got even more desperate when he started pinching her lower ribs.

Hades leaned down, practically next to her ear. “You’d better be quiet...” He warned as she cackled into the pillow.

“Though.. I don’t know, you’re already in a lot of trouble.” He winked, not that she could even see it, laughing her head off face down. Two fingers on each side latched onto the space just in front of her hip bones and started squeezing.

“100! HAHAHA- 100% SCOUNDREL!! HAAHHA PLEASE BASHSHAHA HADEHEHEHEES- st-stoppit!” Persephone wheezed, pounding her fists against the bed.

The way she giggled out his name.. he was the one in trouble.

“Calling me a scoundrel, while you might be right, given the situation, still doesn’t seem like the best way to get yourself out of it, now does it?” Hades teased.

As he kept going, tickling upward, he noticed Persephone wouldn’t move her arms from her upper sides/ribs so he decided to try her underarms out another time. There would definitely have to be more of this. A lot more.

“I wanna try one more spot, and then I’ll stop, alright?” Hades offered, slowing down his tickling a bit to just lightly scribbling his fingers over her back, shoulder blades, and sides.

“OMG! I ahahahaha - I was nice to you! I- I stopped!” Persephone tried.

“That’s ‘cause I stopped you.” Hades corrected her. He slowed down his tickling on her sides and ribs, shifting himself so he was facing her legs now. “And Kore, here’s the other thing..”

Persephone grabbed the pillow she was laughing into, wrapping her arms around it.

“I think you.. also could, very easily, stop me right now.” Hades grabbed ahold of her ankles and pulled them up close to his chest. “If you wanted to.”

Persephone was grateful the laughter and the pillow were there to hide her blush. Alright well, maybe he’s right, maybe this was a great distraction... and.... maybe she was having fun.

They both noted how she didn’t answer.

Hades kept a tight grip on her ankles with one hand while the other’s fingers spidered and wriggled all over her soles, between her toes, over the tops of her feet even. It didn’t last more than probably 45 seconds, but Hades was actually beginning to worry a little about waking Artemis up with all this giggling.

When he finally did stop, he noticed pink petals strewn around the room.

He slid off of her, swallowing down the nervous feeling that gripped him when he remembered he had just been literally straddling her. He inched back to his side of the bed.

He glanced away sheepishly, a palm to his neck. “Uh- s-sorry if I got a little carried away..”

Persephone pulled her face out of the pillow, a giggly, warm, almost teary-eyed smile upon it. “Don’t worry about it.” She assured him. “I- you- uh, I didn’t mind.” She giggled.

“Well good because, that was really cute.” The words somehow pushed through his brain and out of his mouth and he admitted, laying down once again and pulling her back toward his chest. “Next time, don’t lie to me though.”

“Lie?” Persephone gave him a weird look for a moment.

“You said you weren’t ticklish.” Hades laughed.

Persephone snorted and rolled her eyes. “So did you.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Touché.” Hades kissed her forehead.

Kore kissed his cheek, wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling herself even closer. “Thanks for distracting me.”

“Anytime.”

[certifiedceraunophile]

7, 15, 17 and 20 :)

SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER ASK ANSWER,

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

Honestly it wasn’t a fic or anything, it was actually, this blinding beam of sunshine’s-  ( @carolineforbae ) comment on my fic ‘It’s a Touch Regrettable’

 This queen left a whole rant underneath the fic, unadulterated emotions flowing and spilling,Just the memory of it makes me wanna curl up on a warm bed of grass and weave flower garlands, that comment’s screenshot is actually my phone’s lockscreen picture. I’m not kidding.

 I’m in a healthy happy married relationship with that comment and we were actually wondering about kids just yesterday, so yeah. 

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

‘But then she catches sight of Klaus’ face and she knows whats displayed across her eyes, it’s awe, it’s wonder, it’s reverence and most of all it’s such incriminating disbelief, and he knows just as much as she, those emotions only come from an undeserving woman. A woman with her head screwed on right enough to pass sound judgement on herself and decisively assign herself unworthy, but that doesn't stop her from greedily taking what she’s been given so freely, that she will take with thanks but would never pay it back, because how could she?

She is unfit for having it in the first place.’

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

I’ll do you one better, here’s the aesthetic for a fic that has like “I came, I saw, I conquered” my mind, (pun intended, you’ll understand in a moment).

It’s been burning out my braincells like it’s on fire. I mean the amount of story plot lines and random dialogues that are literally bursting out of my mind like confetti strings honestly it was just all over the place I needed to calm down and compartmentalise so I did this to give the ideas in my head an image, and I got a bit carried away, clearly.

It’s an Ancient Rome-meets-Roman Gladiator-meets-Enemies to Lovers-meets-Mikael you son of a bitch I require your head on this platter, so please do the needful-meets-Caroline giving sponge baths to a dirty bruised yet victorious gladiator!klaus-meets-SMUT.

20. Do you have a favourite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

The list of authors is too long, too too long, but I can bring it down to one person for you,

FIRST AND FOREMOST, 

Like, 

Lend me your ears my fellow plebes, as we stand in the presence of divine erudition, seasoned and soft yet coarse as velvet rubbed the wrong way, A blazing gloriole burst upon her lovely visage, cut her open and you shall find sands from a thousand realms spill forth, every flutter of her eyelash a turn of a page, Kingdoms have not crumbled at the touch of her hands, but the spine of a hundred tomes of sentiment narrated with unfettered reach have, bent with atlas humility as if to say, ‘have me, all of me’ and she devours. 

Honestly I have no idea how to end this, but the ‘her’ I’m talking about is the one and only,

@cbk1000

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE HONOUR AND PRIVILEGE I FEEL TO EVEN SAY HER NAME,

LIKE BRO, hold me for a second,

This writer is by far the one writer who has captured Caroline, Klaus, Rebekah and Kol, in the most REALEST way.

Like she knows these characters and presents them to us in their most tragically raw state of being, no dilutions, no misplaced underlining, no flower crowns on their head, they are given to you shrivelled, hurt, broken and aged and you bow your head in reverence.

In their most downtrodden days we will cherish them, in their ugliest cruelest days of such evil no love diminishes, in their most deific of moments your knees will buckle and you will submit.

She does not sugarcoat and downplay the most disgusting aspects of their character, presents it to us as they are and tells us,“Hold them, they burn your hands, but hold them still.” and we will do it, like GOD I’M NOT ARTICULATING THIS WELL, hold on, lemme collect my thoughts 

I MEAN SHE HAS KLAUS KILL A BABY, COOK yes, COOK SAID BABY AND THEN FEED THE ROASTED BABY TO ITS FATHER, ALL UNBEKNOWNST TO SAID FATHER AND I THINK ‘FINALLY, KLAUS AS KLAUS AND NOT KLAUS BUT CENSORED BLUR PLACED ON TOP OF EVERYTHING BUT HIS DICK.’

like does that make sense? I really hope that makes sense.

And OK her writing, like her WRITING itself, like remove Klaroline, remove the originals, remove vampires, werewolves, witches, etc etc, and give her a shoelace to right about and she will BLOW YOUR FCKING MIND AWAY. you will worship that piece of literary wonder, it’s poetry, it’s sacred scriptures, it’s imagery, its a fucking PAINTING.

that’s what it is,

IT’S A PAINTING and it’s A MOVING PICTURE.

She doesn’t create a world for you, no she’s nothing so boorish, she merely rules this universe of hers and she’s magnanimous enough to allow you entry, a visit, stay a few days, EXPERIENCE, LIVE, and then you leave a changed human, and this universe she rules will always have a special place in your heart and soul.

THE DEDICATION this writer shows to research, to historic accuracy, to  literally EVERYTHING that is not necessarily the plot itself, GOD, that deserves a separate spiel for itself, the way she makes everything so AUTHENTIC, her describing the fall of the Romonav dynasty as just another byproduct of Klaus’ recreational machinations, JESUS, LIKE THAT transcends storytelling and now is sitting in a place called shared reverie.

I MEAN GO AND READ,

Wherewith to Sate Its Malice

For the Pikes Must be Together

Five Times the Sinner

AND MOST OF ALL,

AU Original series

and come back and read this author review, you’ll agree to everything I’ve said. I promise.

[woogurl]

WOOSAN’S RELATIONSHIP ANALYSIS

yeah, it’s your girl, it’s me again, i’m back with another analysis, ‘cause i’m bored in quarantine. 

so, basically, i wanted to share my opinion on what i think woosan’s relationship is. as a woosan shipper, obviously i’m biased, but i’m going to be as practical and as impartial as i can possibly be. i wanted to do this because i know people think they’re either best friends, friends with benefits or actually romantically involved. i can say that i’m actually pretty uncertain about it, but i want to argue why i do think think they are at least in a intimate relationship. 

again, i’m not a professional body language reader/psychologist/analyst or whatever. these are solely based on my observations.

REASON ONE: woo’s body language/relationship with yeosang is completely different than his relationship with san. 

Now people argue that they’re both woo’s best friend. which i agree that you can certainly have two best friends. however, in this case, it’s still different? woo puts a lot of emphasis on his relationship with both san and yeo.

yes, i know you can all hear this picture, woo always needs to emphasize his four years of friendship with yeo, and even picked yeo when he had to choose between him and san as his bestfriend. also keep in mind that woo left bighit bts for yeo. that’s a real ass friend.

which left san devastated, i mean look at the way he looked at mingi, like wtf, you’re not woo. lmfao. 

woo and yeo have been friends for four years, yet i think most of us can agree that the nature of his relationship with san, is just different.

woo sees san as his other half/twin, by the way he’s been friends with yeo for five years now. again the language is completely different. on the other hand, san wrote:

i’m not entirely sure what he meant by you also, the not sure was the translator’s note. but as you can see their responses for the chemistry that they have for each other is entirely different. 

Let’s move on to the legendary asmr video. 

again, they’re super physical, just look at the way san touches/grab woo. anyhow, we aren’t there yet.i wanted to emphasize something else. that being the talk after.  i’ve highlighted the parts that i think are important to take note of.

WY: You always go along with whatever I do

WY: And you take interest in the things I like

WY: I'm very thankful for that

WY: No one takes care of me better than you

WY: If you think I'm exaggerating, it's to the point where even my parents asked him to take care of me

ummmmm.....

WY: Take care of me in the future, too, please

S: You're cool

S: You’re cool and

S: I honestly

S: Now I can sincerely

S: To the people around me or my relatives

S: I can proudly say that my friend is Wooyoung!

S: You're that kind of friend

S: To that point where I'm not embarrassed

S: Or rather say you're my friend that's worth showing off!

S: I think this is more than enough!

you can’t tell me that this doesn’t legitimately sound like a love confession.

Next, the handshakes man? i don’t think i should include all of their handshakes as this would get too long, it already is, but you guys get the gist. they have so many like jesus christ. whyyy?

Lastly amicus and aras. The fact that woo really went searching for a word or saying meaning a friend forever is very telling to me. also note here they were the only ones in each others fancams which was super sweet.

REASON TWO(yeh, we JUST got here): woo’s obsession with san, now a lot of people think woosan is one-sided because woo is very good with hiding his emotions on cam. but a lot of us now are a lot more aware that woo sticks to san like gum. 

san literally asked him if he was a piece of glue, also hi baby yunho. 

literally like glue, you can’t tell me this isn’t boyfriend culture. 

as soon as seonghwa leaves for the mission on wanted film woo goes back to san. lol, i know he was prob just tryna get a better view but i wouldn’t put it past him. anyway, like glue. 

woo’s leg over san’s, like glue. or that time woo ended up in san’s bed, even though he was supposed to be with hongjoong/yunho/etc?

don’t believe me? then just take san’s word for it.

also, it’s supposed to be, “you really like me more than i thought.” so even san is surprised by woo’s clingyness.

i don’t even much to say about this interview it speaks for itself. woo was literally all over san during it. this is also one of the interviews that completely solidify my beliefs of them being in an intimate relationship whatever it may have been. i just felt like this interview was like, “yeh, we’re together.” that’s just the aura i got from it also it was valentine’s day or at least themed?

also, i’ll mention but not add all the times san has said that woo comes to his room. it’s very often there’s plenty of vids that we avid woosan shippers know of. moving on with woo’s obsession with san.

that time the members were supposed to post pics of themselves, and most of woo’s at least three pics were of him with san. don’t you like san too much woo?

REASON THREE: Body language in general

The stares man, the stares...You just don’t look at friends this way. 

including these stares: 

i’ve also noticed in a couple of videos that wooyoung tries to avoid san’s stares,  there are times where he just doesn’t even look at him even though he knows san is staring at him. sometimes he literally turns his face completely away from san and i think it’s to avoid getting lost in san’s eyes. i want to express that woo does this very intentionally, as i said before he’s much more aware of the camera than san. it’s hard to notice because these aren’t motion pictures, but i want you to watch their moments and you’ll notice that most, if not all the time that woo always turns his head away first while san stare’s linger for at least one second longer.

otherwise, we’d just get more moments like this:

REASON FOUR(very important): How touchy they are with each other.

san’s nono is square on woo’s ass, that’s far from straight. anyway, moving on, they’re very touchy and the fact, that they’re even more touchy when the cameras are off is very telling to me. like i said the valentine vlive was enough to convince me that they’re physically intimate and the fact that san said woo likes to come to his room a lot. i also want to note that anytime san mentions this woo gets incredibly uncomfortable? why? you can just say you like playing games together or whatever, but woo always freaks out. lmfao. also apparently they were in a room together and in bed together according to woo. i think something may happened, because woo was more clingy than usual on camera, and their expressions were quite transparent.

REASON FIVE: The time they spend together off camera

Since the vlive from a while ago, the christmas one, we learned they spend a lot of time together off camera. i already did an analysis about this for the woosansang drama post. but the fact that the members felt so pouty about how much time they spend together tells me that they spend a lot of time together. i also want to note that i think mingi’s comments are important because after watching him stuff his hands in his pants and literally reading off the piece of paper that the staff writes telling them to do something it’s obv this boi skipped idol training. ‘cause he fcking pours tea. lol but anyway mingi said that one day while with yeo, yeo said, “san really likes woo, huh?” and they all started screaming that’s weird ‘cause obv, it’s so gay.

here’s another moment, where mingi is exposing their asses. lol. even the members say they’re constantly afraid that he’ll say something he’s not supposed to. mind you that they’re probably having a semi-casual convo.

lol. why bring up woo so suddenly mingi?

mingi’s like btch stop lying.

so, mingi laid it all out for us, but san said, “no no no, he’s the clingy one, woo’s the one always following me--WELL, we follow each other.” anyway, i do feel like san brought this up because people always assume that he’s the clingy one, after all he didn’t have to read it i felt like he read it to check us lmfao.

REASON SIX: people may not all agree on this, i get that this will be extremely controversial but i honestly do believe the escape woosan vlive was solid proof enough for me that they are physically intimate.

i know i said before that i think they were tired, but someone said it was apparently only 4pm, so now i’m convinced they were drunk. lmfao. anyhow, there’s a lot of moaning, and “stop rubbing”, as i already made an analysis about this i’m just gonna comment about the part that sold me and that was the part where san literally shouted woo’s name as he was holding in his voice. which convinced me that woo was being a little shit rubbing him inappropriately. let’s be honest, woo is THAT type of person(to secretly rub someone off in public) lol. there’s just no explanation for that shout, and the “you want me to tell?” and woo’s “no!” yeah, no, you can’t convince that they weren’t doing some freaky shit. lol

lastly.

REASON SEVEN: Their commitment to woosan.

now we can agree that most ships do not like being shipped, but woosan came up with their own ship name and handshake, as well as phrase for it. amicus ad aras as well as san: WOO woo: SAN. also, the time they walked together holding hands on tour with little umbrella’s that read woo and san. your ship could never.

do i think some of it is fanservice? sure, i mean KQ even made an entire woosan vcr.

but, definitely not all of it, and woo has said himself during the lie detector test, that it isn’t just business.

they even have a fandom name, i mean? come on? i’m sure the company isn’t forcing them to do it lol. i think they really just are committed that much to each other. also, when someone asked about woosanhwa, they said they’d think about it. lmfao. what woosan share is something entirely different than what we’re used to.

anyway, thas it. thank you for your time. c;

[honeycombcal]

Clichés - C.H. (Pt. 4)

AN: TEN YEARS LATER I finally have an update!!! sorry i suck, school has been kicking my booty lately and i’ve been uninspired. for this one, i had them play songs from the new album simply because i feel like even if the guys weren’t famous, they’d still pursue music as a hobby and it’s fun to write haha. when they sing ‘Ghost of You’ in this chapter, I was picturing the video going around right now where Cal looks like he might fcking SOB ugh that video hurts my heart. and i used their apple music acoustic performance as inspo as well :) anyways, i’ll stop rambling!!! feedback is always always welcome and appreciated, hope y’all enjoy xxx

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You were sat at your desk, working on a study guide for an exam you had next week when Britt burst into your room, flopping on your bed with a groan. You set your pen down, turning in your chair to quirk a brow at your best friend as you giggled.

“Rough day?” you ask, Brittany’s face buried into your comforter. She lets out another loud, muffled groan.

“I totally bombed that exam,” she whined, picking her head up to rest her cheek on the bed. She jutted her lip out, pouting.

“I doubt that. You always say you do poorly on an exam and end up acing it,” you tell her, rolling your eyes playfully in the process.

“I’m serious this time, Y/N! I really think I failed,” she countered, and you gave her a sympathetic look.

“Wanna go with me to a gig Calum’s playing with his friends tonight? It’ll make you feel better,” you ask her, wanting your best friend to cheer up. She purses her lips, thinking it over.

“Yeah, if I can get my homework done, I’ll go with,” she tells you, making you smile.

“Better get started!” you tell her, flinging your pen at her and giggling when it hit her right in the middle of her forehead.

“Hey!” she yells, whipping it back in your direction and missing entirely, making you laugh even harder. You turn to grab the pen from where it landed on your desk when your phone lights up with a notification.

“Um,” you say as you read it, surprise and unease settling in your stomach.

“What?” Brittany asks, sitting up on your bed now.

“Cal’s ex just requested to follow me on Instagram,” you muttered, your brows furrowing as you clicked on the notification and it took you to Nicki’s profile. It was filled with pictures of her, her friends, and if you scrolled enough, pictures of her and Calum.

“Seriously? Let me see,” your roommate insisted, holding her hand out. You tossed her your phone, bringing your pen to your lips and chewing on the end lightly.

“That’s so weird… does she wear extensions?!” Brittany asks as she scrolls, making you laugh.

“I don’t know, I’ve never paid much attention to her. She’s beautiful regardless,” you sigh, thinking back to the party when she had lead Calum away from you. She really was beautiful- perfect dark hair, sparkling green eyes, clear tan skin, and a smile that was bright enough to blind you.

“Don’t do that,” Brittany warned, looking up from your phone to meet your gaze.

“Do what?” you ask innocently.

“Put yourself down! Compare yourself to her! You’re beautiful too, inside and out, which is more than she can say,” your best friend quips, making you smile. Your phone began to vibrate in Britt’s hand, and her eyes widened and she smiled at you as she read the caller ID.

“It’s your boyyyy,” she sang, tossing you the phone back. You felt your face heat as you accepted the call, bringing the cool glass screen of your phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you breathed.

“Hi, doll,” Calum’s smooth voice sounded down the phone, making you shiver.

“Hi,” you respond, unable to fight back your smile as Brittany mirrored it and rolled her eyes playfully.

“How was your day?” he asks, and you can hear shuffling in the background.

“It was good, nothing too special after you dropped me off,” you tell him, fiddling with your pen.

“That’s because I wasn’t there,” he tells you, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re not wrong,” you respond, making him laugh.

“You still coming tonight?” he asks.

“Of course. I’m bringing my roommate Brittany, too,” you meet Britt’s eyes and wiggle your eyebrows. She tosses a pillow at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“We’ll try not to suck so we make it worth your guys’ while,” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

Brittany catches your eye and mouths ‘tell him about Nicki’. You press your lips together and shake your head, unsure if you should bring it up. It probably isn’t even that big of a deal and you’re overthinking it.

“Is everything okay?” Calum asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hmm? Yeah, everything’s fine,” you shrug, waving off Brittany.

“You sure? It doesn’t sound like it.”

Brittany gives you a look and you sigh, relenting.

“It’s not a big deal. Nicki just requested to follow me on Instagram is all,” you say, unsure of how the conversation will go now.

“Well that didn’t take long. Jesus,” he sighs, and you wonder if he’s running his fingers through his hair like you think he is.

“I just thought it was odd,” you twist a piece of hair, chewing on your lip.

“We were only together for like three months, I don’t understand why she’s doing this. Just ignore her,” he assures you, and you nod.

“I’m not that worried,” you chuckle.

“You have no reason to be. Drinks on me tonight,” he quickly changes the subject.

“It’s Monday!” you squeak, and he laughs.

“One drink won’t hurt anything. I’ll see you soon, doll,” he tells you, and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Can’t wait,” you tell him, exchanging goodbyes before hanging up.

“You’ve got it so bad,” Brittany teases as you turn back to your studying. Like usual, your best friend wasn’t wrong.

“This bar is so cool!” your roommate exclaims, making you smile. Your heart swells as she takes everything in, happiness blooming in your chest at the fact your best friend seems to enjoy this place as much as you do.

“Y/N!” a voice calls, and you look to see Mickie behind the bar, grinning at you.

“Mickie, hey!” you greet her, walking up to the bar.

“Here to see Cal?” she asks with a knowing smile. You nod, rolling your lips into your mouth to hide your smile. She laughs as she begins to make two drinks.

“They’re finishing setting up, I think he might be in the back,” she tells you, pushing the drinks toward you and your roommate.

“How much?” you ask, pulling out your wallet. Mickie tsk’s.

“I was instructed to put them on his tab,” she tells you, winking. You roll your eyes playfully, as you should’ve known.

“Mickie, this is my roommate Brittany. Brittany, this is Mickie. She owns the bar,” you introduce your roommate as she takes a sip of her drink.

“I love this place,” Brittany praises, making Mickie smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. You girls go ahead and take a seat, they’ll probably start soon,” Mickie nods towards one of the tables closest to the stage. You thank her and make your way over to the table. You take a sip of your drink, the fruity flavor dancing on your tastebuds.

“How many guys are in the band?” Brittany asks, examining the set up on stage.

“It’s Cal and his three roommates. I haven’t met Michael yet,” you tell her, checking the time on your phone. Ten more minutes.

“Hey,” a familiar voice calls, and you look up and instantly feel butterflies being released in your stomach. Calum jogs over to your table, looking absolutely delicious in a white button down with black pinstripes tucked into black pants. His hair looks incredibly soft, his curls bouncing on his forehead and all you want to do is run your fingers through it.

“Hi,” you breathe, standing to greet him. He gives you a soft kiss before pulling you into his chest.

“Thanks for comin’,” he squeezes you.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Cal, this is my roommate, Brittany,” you reluctantly pull away to introduce him to your best friend. Brittany smiles and gives a little wave from where she sits.

“Heard a lot about you,” Brittany teases, making you groan inwardly. Calum smiles, which makes you slightly okay with your roommate’s comment if it meant seeing that shy smile of his. Calum glances back from where he had came and turns back to you.

“Alright, I’ve gotta get ready to go on. Enjoy the show,” he winks at you, kissing your cheek before waving to Brittany and jogging back from where he came.

“Well, he’s yummy,” Brittany says, making you laugh as you sit down. You notice she’s just about sucked her drink dry, and she doesn’t drink often. You wonder if she’s already feeling a little buzzed.

“I know- “

“Is this seat taken?” a high pitched voice asks from behind you. You feel your blood turn to ice as you remember the last time you heard that voice. You turn to see Nicki, looking as beautiful as ever in a cream sweater dress and over the knee brown boots, her hair curled into glossy waves and her makeup subtle but stunning. You instantly feel insecure in your simple outfit, having swapped out your oversized flannel for an oversized sweater but opting to keep the leggings and moccasins. You glance at Brittany, her eyes wide as you look back to Calum’s supermodel ex standing in front of you.

“No, it isn’t,” you answer.

“Mind if I sit?” she asks, giving you her megawatt smile. You swallow before shaking your head, gesturing for her to sit next to you. You bristle as she joins the two of you; you were never one to be rude, and your kindness was often taken advantage of by people who didn’t deserve it. You had a feeling this was going to be another one of those times.

Nicki pulls out the chair next to you, settling in as Brittany shoots you a look as if to say, “are you crazy?!” You roll your lips into your mouth as you shrug slightly.

“Is this your first show?” Nicki asks, resting her left arm on the table as she places her chin in her right hand. She cocks her head a bit, her eyes searching your face and you instantly wish you’d put a little more effort into your appearance tonight, feeling as though she was judging you.

“Yeah, it is,” you respond, taking a long sip of your drink. If you had to deal with intrusive questions from Nicki all night, you were gonna need all the alcohol you could get.

“I remember my first show last year. They’ve come a long way,” she says dreamily, glancing to look over at the stage. Last year? Calum said they’d only dated for three months. Something about it didn’t sit right with you, but you kept your mouth shut.

“What made you come out tonight?” Brittany asks bluntly, your head whipping around to stare at her, your eyes feeling like they might pop out of their head. Your best friend has an unimpressed look on her face, not bothering to try and hide the fact that she’s annoyed that Nicki showed up. If Nicki noticed Britt’s bitchy tone, she didn’t comment on it.

“Oh, I come to their gigs every week! Bit of a tradition,” she smiles cheekily as you feel your gut twist. You try to not let it show that she’s getting to you, because you know that’s exactly what she wants, so you just nod as you fiddle with the straw in your drink.

Finally, Mickie steps onto the stage in front of you, taking the mic out of the stand and introducing the boys to the crowd that has gathered. You clap as the guys make their entrance, taking their spots on stage before thanking Mickie. Calum’s eyes immediately find you once he’s settled before scanning over to the harpie sitting to your right. His eyes widen just enough for you to notice as they flick back to you. You purse your lips, giving him a small nod before finishing your drink and standing to get another one.

Mickie has one ready for you as you approach the bar, seemingly reading your mind. She gives you a sympathetic look as you exchange your empty glass for the new one.

“I never liked her,” she mutters under her breath, making you smile but it wasn’t enough to help your sour mood. You sigh, Mickie mouthing ‘good luck’ before you turn and make your way back to your table. Luke has just finished his introduction as you sit down once more, glancing at you, then Nicki, then back to you again. It looks as if he’s struggling to hide his smirk as he winks at you, tucking some of his blonde curls behind his ears.

“We’re gonna start out a little slow tonight, this is ‘Ghost of You’,” he continues, nodding to the boy on his right who must be Michael, the only one you haven’t met yet. Michael nods as he starts strumming the opening chords, looking down at his guitar in concentration as he does so. You’re instantly intrigued, the chords almost sounding like a lullaby.

“Here I am wakin’ up, still can’t sleep on your side,” Luke starts, and you feel your eyebrows shoot up. He’s good. You look over to Calum, and find that he’s already looking at you. He smiles, a sight that brings a smile to your own face. He turns to play the keyboard to his left, and you inhale sharply. This song is so hauntingly beautiful, and even though you hadn’t heard any other song from them, you knew this was going to be your favorite.

Calum steps towards the mic and opens his mouth to sing, strumming his bass, the chords almost too low for you to hear.

“Cleanin’ up today, found that old Zeppelin shirt,” his low voice sings, a slight rasp to his words. His eyes squeezed shut as he sang, passion clear on his features as his long fingers strummed the strings of his bass. You felt your heart swell with pride and appreciation and pure awe. You really had had no idea what the boy who sat next to you in English class and brought you hot chocolate was capable of. And now that you had even the smallest inkling, you never wanted to stop learning about him.

“He’s good,” you hear Brittany murmur, your best friend leaning over to speak softly into your ear. You smile as you look at her and nod.

You listened to the lyrics, the song making your heart break at its painful message. The instruments and vocals blended together almost magically, and you couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to sit in this small bar and listen to this beautiful song performed by these talented men.

The song slowed and before you knew it, it was over. You sat stunned before you joined the crowd in applause, your cheeks hurting from the smile on your face. Calum found you in the crowd, his face mirroring yours as he took in your expression. ‘Wow’ you mouthed to him from where you sat, and the smile that took over his face was one you wanted to see every day; it was shy and proud at the same time. He pushes his curls off from where they had fallen onto his forehead, stepping towards the mic.

“Just wanna say thanks to everyone for comin’ out tonight. Your support means a lot to us,” he says, looking at you the entire time. You feel your face heat as Britt nudges you, making you smile.

“Continuing with the slow songs, we’re gonna slow this one down tonight. Hope you guys like it, this is ‘Want You Back’,” he continues. Michael has swapped his electric guitar for an acoustic, and he starts just a split second before Luke does.

“Oh, this is my favorite,” Nicki says from beside you, and you jump slightly. You’d almost forgotten she was there. You turn to her, acknowledging her comment as you listen to the lyrics of this new song. Just like the title suggests, it’s about wanting someone back after they’d left, a message you felt uneasy about given your current situation. Nicki smirks at you as you realize what she’s talking about.

“They wrote this one after Cal and I broke up the first time,” she murmurs, the music now falling upon deaf ears as you feel as though she’s just slapped you. Your lips part at this new information, and you turn from her to stare at your drink in front of you.

“You know even when I say I moved on, you know even though I know that you’re gone, all I think about is where I went wrong, yeah I still dream for you,” Luke sings, Calum’s voice harmonizing.

Suddenly, it felt like the walls were closing in on you. How could you be so stupid? You were just a rebound; you could never compete with a girl like Nicki. This song, along with Nicki’s comment, was all the proof you needed. You felt as though you might pass out, your surroundings blurring together, and you needed to get out of there.

You stand abruptly, surprising Brittany as you push away from the table.

“Y/N?!” she calls after you, but you wave her off, stumbling outside for some fresh air.

The cool wind hits your face as you slide down the side of the building, settling on the ground and resting your forehead on your knees. You take in a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and mind.

Brittany bursts through the door, looking around wildly before spotting you to her left.

“What the hell did she say to you?” she almost growls, taking you aback as your best friend was normally very soft spoken.

“Nothing that I didn’t already know,” you sighed, hanging your head again. She huffs as she sits next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to her side.

“Can we go home?” you murmur. You feel Brittany nodding before she stands and hauls you to your feet. She hands you her car keys, as she’s clearly too buzzed to drive, and pulls you close again as you walk to the parking lot behind the bar.

Tonight was a perfect example of why you were a homebody.

[ohhvlos]

 ( ROCKY LYNCH, TWENTY-THREE, HE/THEY )┊SAMUEL “SAM” NOËLLE   is the child of ANGELIQUE and they have ONE YOUNGER SIBLING. they seem  to enjoy living in auradon. i’ve heard they’re known to be GENTLEMANLY +  A PERFECTIONIST. we’ll be keeping an eye on them to see how they’ll write  their own story.  ( hylia )   // playlist , pinterest , to listen as you read.

                    welcome to bible study , we’re all children of JESUS ! hey howdy hey folks this is hylia back at again with another cinnamon roll , this time using the painfully underrated angel rocky lynch as an actual angel , sam. click to read more under the cut , and pls pls pls feel free to hit me up for plotting !! 

BACKSTORY & BASICS 

so this is gonna be relatively short bc frankly Sam’s a little boring so !!

Sam’s dad is an unknown man and Sam’s mom is Angelique, Prince Adam’s castle decorator. The little angel voiced by Bernadette Peters in the BATB Enchanted Christmas movie. And Sam was actually already born during the events of BATB - while his mom was changed into a Christmas angel, he was transformed into a cherub ornament. But he was a baby so he doesn’t remember anything related to it. 

But he always had a love for the holidays since his mom’s position! And around the castle, where he grew up with her, he’d often help her and that stuff. Always would play with the other kids around the castle since - tiny squad, yk.

Yeah though he’d!! Grow up to serve Belle & Adam like his mother - especially in the context of being the next generation who’d follow Ben. He’d become a butler around the castle, but also due to his desire for helping people, he’d pursue medical schooling to act as the ‘nurse’ of the castle.

So yeah. Sam’s ur school nurse but. Castle nurse?? I guess??? 

He bounces back and forth between the castle and Auradon prep in terms of working - sort of doing the same thing around the prep school, acting as an assistant nurse but also a janitor if an extra one is needed. Bc he’s REALLY good at cleaning. 

Also still helps out with decorating duties but that’s just a given I mean he’s ANGELIQUE’S BABY

PERSONALITY & FACTS

Basic facts - Sam is masculine non-binary but really doesn’t care what you call him, homoromantic homosexual, and 6′3 bc we love trees. He’s as angelic in personality as he is angelic appearance and I mean... look at him. 

So essentially Sam is the perfect guy your average genuinely nice dude - he’s painfully polite and normally never seen to be angry, never complains if anyone asks him to do anything and also rarely turns down lending a hand to anyone.

....BUT, he has a bit of a perfectionist streak. Yes, Sam does not like to leave any flaws or any stone unturned in his work.

There is also his tendency to freak out of things don’t go his way. Not in the sense that he’s someone who throws a fit if you don’t do what he says - no, I mean that if there’s a plan and he agrees with it, he has to stick with it and if it doesn’t go exactly as planned he’ll lose his cool. He’ll stress himself out and think of EVERY WORST POSSIBLE OUTCOME if one thing is out of place. Like, if you’re going somewhere and you don’t follow the exact way to get there as it says on the map?? Sam can’t do it. No, he needs ORDER and structure.

So of course this means he’s a planner, extremely organized and great at doing things by the book. He just... needs to learn it’s okay to not do things by the book sometimes.]

But he is EXTREMELY kind and gentle and caring and enjoys taking care of other people!! He’s your mom friend, I said it. Mom friend. Always has gauze and band-aids in case someone gets hurt, sanitary appliances and stuff in case you need it, sewing needle and thread if you have an emergency rip, etc.

He grew up learning all the necessary homemaking essentials so he can cook, clean, sew, dress a wound - also knows how to play piano and violin but has an odd fear of pipe organs... wonder why.

One thing he does tho if he’s not busy and in the prep common areas, if there IS one he’ll play piano and it sounds. Heavenly.

Sometimes he sings too and lemme tell u... his voice...

yes that is rocky btw i fucking love that song to pIECES 

He’s more than willing to give his heart away to anyone and this is both... a good thing and a bad thing. 

Everyone says he might as well have actual angel wings and a halo and tbh that’s... so true.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Gimme some folks Sam mom-friends over!! Ppl who repeatedly keep coming to him w/ their issues and he just. Gives them his help or a shoulder to cry on with zero hesitation. Bc frankly, he’s like that.

Would love if he did this over some VKs that initially wouldn’t trust him but they slowly learn that he won’t harm them and they get. Comfy around him.

Bad influences. Ppl who wanna see such a gentle, sweet soul crash and burn for whatever reason.

Also people who see his kindness and want to take advantage of it for their own personal gain since it’s so fucking easy to do

u can break his heart, trick him into doing something, etc. etc.

IF HE GETS TRICKED INTO DOING SMTH FOR THE VILLAINS THATD B SO FUCKING WILD....

other kiddos of the batb servants bc uh again servant kiddo squad 

unrequited crushes bc yk that shit fucks me up to absolutely no degree aaaaand knowing sam growing up he probably had a whole fucking lot

exes too bc uh why the fuck not

ppl who think the whole nice guy thing is fake. i mean. it’s not. but there’s always gonna be sb who THINKS it is so please fucking give it to me.

give! me! his younger! sib!

also this would have to be assessed later on with chemistry but pls! give! sam! a boyfriend! he’s the perfect boyfriend i promise u that!!!

lov if he had a boyfriend who was like. from the exact opposite side of the tracks n was the typical ‘bad boy’ bc that’s my fav dynamic esp bc sam is the cinnamon roll to end all cinnamon rolls

i’d love if there were ppl who had a big deep dark secret around auradon and sam came across it and they’d trust him with it and he’d hide it for them and all that stuff bc frankly again homie can’t say no

again @ my antagonistic muses just pls fcking use him for whatever give me the ANGST give me the DRAMA ,

annnd essentially i’m lightning mcdumbdumb and can’t think of anything else so !! 

chances are if u like this i’ll message u for plotting but pls feel free to dm me here or on discord ( rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 - does it make sense now ) if u have any ideas u can’t wait to show me bc i wanna hear anything and everything !! love u all dearly my homies and stream x by the driver era xoxo

[reddie-is-my-life]

Getting a dog

Eddie and Richie have been living together for 1 year when Richie brings up the idea of getting a dog. At first Eddie is against the idea of getting one but once they got to the shelter only there to LOOK Eddie seems to change his mind on getting a dog because of Richie’s pure moment of Au with the puppy. 

“Hey, Eds what do you think about getting a dog?”

“No.”

“Wha-you didn’t even consider the thought of it.”

“A puppy is pretty much a child and I already have to take care of your own  child ass. So no”

“Pretty please?”Richie giving him puppy dog eyes sticking his lower lip out, pouting at him.

Kaspbrak glances at him and softens a little but shakes his head anyways. Imagining what mess their house would be if they had a dog. Richie was a mess overall that he couldn’t cook alone or they would turn out not to have any plates to have to eat on at the end of it.

“Please babe, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything Chee?”

“Oh yes anything..”Richie smirks wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“You gross fucker!”a pillow is thrown at Richie hitting him right in the face smacking his glasses right of his face

“Ow,” Richie whines

“Fine we’ll go and LOOK doesn’t mean that we’re actually going to get one okay?”Eddie says feeling guilty for hitting Richie in the face

“Ohmygosh you won’t regret it Eddie spaghetti,” Richie yells out putting on his glasses and jumping on top of Eddie showering him with kisses gushing from excitement

The next day Eddie is awoken to Richie jumping on the bed already filled with enough energy to compete with a 3 year old. He rolls over to his side grumbling under his breath that it was to early. “Eds! Eddie spaghetti! Wake up the day has begun we have to go, go, go! Our adventure awaits at the shelter! You promised me Eddie! Come on!” And with that bounces backwards to much falling off the bed onto the floor with a thump.

“Fuck”

Eddie sits up and looks over the edge of the bed looking at a Richie sprawled out on the ground long limbs covering half the floor. He looks at him briefly “that’s what you get for making me get up early,” and with that he gets up with a sigh. When Richie doesn’t move from the ground Eddie goes over to him and presses a kiss to his forehead,”there I have awoken happy?”

Richie opens one eye looks at him and nods. “Man I should just fall off the bed every day if I get to see such a beautiful angel in front of me.”he says smiling

Eddie blushes and kicks him gently in the ribs,”Shut up”

Richie gets up on an arm and looks at him smirking. “Aw babe are you blushing? You know you and your mom seem to blush the same way.”he says laughing but getting another kick on the ribs but not as softly as before.

“RICH I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL STOP CONSIDERING GETTING A DOG YOU ASSWIPE” Eddie snaps back turning around going for the clothes he had set out last night (because come on we all know Eddie would do that) reaching for the clothes he feels a pair of arms slide around his waist. Turning around he pushed himself a bit back but still in the embrace of Richie enough to look at his lover’s face. 

“You know that this won’t change my mind about getting a dog right? You can try to seduce me all you want but it won’t change my mind. And like I said we’re just looking.” Eddie said raising an eyebrow annoyed. 

“Really? All the seducing I want? And you won’t change your mind? You drive a hard bargain unlike your-” before he can finish his sentence he’s shoved backwards landing on his ass the second time this morning. 

“ouch you little asshole.” Richie looks up from the ground squinting slightly trying to make out Eddie’s face in the bright room.

“Funny now leave me alone so I can change. And no more mom jokes or I won’t go anymore.” Eddie turns around as if Richie won’t do anything but seconds later getting arms wrapped around his legs so he too falls backwards. 

“Jesus RICHIE I'm trying to change here you know,” Eddie scolds turning around to face his boyfriend when he is met with Richie’s lips on his giving him a soft kiss. Richie starts to pull away when Eddie smashes his mouth on his again earning a startled sound from Richie but nonetheless getting a reaction from him a second later.

After a heated and rather long make out session Eddie gets up from Richie’s lap trying to look less flustered then he was because knowing Richie he would tease him about it. Eddie was just still getting used to the idea of being with the boy he loved since 6th grade even if they had been together for 2 years now. Yes he knows it was silly but he could’t seem to still fall in love with Richie even more everyday and the feeling was mutual. 

Once he finished dressing (IN FRONT OF RICHIE BECAUSE PRIVACY WASN’T A THING BETWEEN THESE TWO) he turned around only to find Richie still on the floor giving him a smirk. Oh Jesus here it comes.

“Kaspbrak, have I ever told you what a nice ass you have?”

“Yes I do seem to recall you saying that a couple nights ago when you were moaning that you loved me,” Eddie replies quickly smirking down at Richie. Richie flushes a bright red not seeming to know what to say to Eddie’s quick comeback. Eddie laughs quietly pleased by himself for stumping the Trashmouth Tozier. 

“Let’s go Chee we got a shelter to go to” he says walking out of the room swaying his hips more then usual to tease the trashmouth for teasing him. He glances briefly over his shoulder to see Richie standing looking even redder than before. 

At the shelter Eddie figures out all that it takes to get a dog while Richie jumps ahead to look at the puppies. He see’s one in the corner looking as the ‘loser’ of the puppies because he’s playing in the corner by himself. Richie smiles and picks him up immediately getting bombarded by kisses. He sits on the floor playing with this little puppy that didn’t seem as bad as the rest of the puppies made him out to be. “Oh well buddy I too am considered a loser but I have Eds and my friends but you don’t have anyone do you?” the puppy looks at him briefly giving him a sad look as if he’s agreeing with Rich.

“Don’t worry we’ll convince Ed’s someway because you are one little cool adorable loser...hey you could be part of the loser’s club!” he says talking quietly to it chuckling slightly. 

At the same time Eddie having figured out the whole entire process finds Richie on the floor cross legged talking to it softy while it looked full of joy. Richie too seemed to filled with joy that he instantly was filled love for this boy with the crazy fashion and wild curls even more then he was. Richie looks up and gives him a smile that lights up his eyes and they look at each for a couple seconds and look down at the puppy in unison. 

“He’s the one isn’t he?”

“Yeah he is” and with this Richie gets up taking the small puppy in his hands to show Eddie the puppy. Eddie of course seems to get that same connection that Richie got and he too knows it’s the right choice. 

At home once all dog toys, food and extras are set they all lay down on the couch the puppy on both of their laps and they watch a movie happy and content with their choice of getting a dog.

“So maybe you do have some good ideas Chee.” Eddie says filled with joy again when he looks at this little puppy and the happiness it brings to Richie. 

“Yeah Ed’s maybe you should listen to me more,” Richie says laughing.

“Don’t call me that and I said sometimes not all the time,” Eddie replies smiling holding Richie’s hand tighter.

@get-fcking-reddie @gingerbreddie @reddie-to-go @reddiefics

Anyways this was kind of me fumbling around seeing if I could do this. It’s a bit long and crappy and if you read it all thank you. But overall I did this because I’ve been having writer’s block on another story I've been writing. I’ll probably write more because it was fun. Cool..uh...thanks for reading. Sorry if you didn't want to be tagged and I tagged you anyways I just felt like I needed some attention. Sorry again if you didn’t want to be tagged. 

[raptorreels]

Deliver Us From Evil (2014)

a note from the future: more like deliver us from this script. If I had to endure this movie, you have to read about me enduring this movie

also good ol gore warning and one pic of a pretty gross dead cat prop becasue the FX department were the only people who did some fucking work on this movie that is in any way effective

Gotta love how every possession movie since the exorcist insists on having a backstory scene in the Middle East.

Someone fire the sound editor please.

That is zero percent how emt's work

It's not just the start scene. Somebody should seriously have cut the Blatty estate a fcking check for this

Gotta love this complex cinematic language. You know it's a bad neighborhood when they make fingerguns at you and the women are wearing tiny shorts. Such bad. Much decay.

Your radar is gay.

Wow this must be fiction, there's an immediate and effective response to domestic violence and the victim isn't coverin for the abuser.

“that's enough for christ's sake this isn't batman”  CALLED OUT, BRUCE. Yeah geeze guy put on some bat ears before you beat the shit out of suspects

you know he's Intense because he owns a punching bag and it's Worn. Definitely intensity and not a sign you spent a whole fifteen dollars at the goodwill.

What kind of weirdo gets a shot of whiskey in the middle of a run???? Introducing: the weirdest alocholic.

Oh nooo it's a menacing owl.

For a big budget movie, this shit watches like something a film student put together while hungover for a last-minute participation grade in a contest of how many half-baked cliches they can sew together.

Alcoholic jogger is a jesuit. Hokay then.

This is so. Badly. Written. Like not even at the plot level, just at the everyday klunky ass 'noone on god's green earth speaks like that' level. And there hasn't been a decent extra yet.

The only good thing about this movie are the references. The Doors, Larry Byrd and the Addams Family already.

These guys are terrible cops. Fucking calling people whackjobs to their faces, fucking assholes. And calling everybody whackjobs too, not just the clearly drug addicts. Like no bro their house got broken into that's not crazy. Fuck off.

“You wanna read him his rights or shoot him while he's down.” funny line, made funnier by my desperation to enjoy SOMETHING about this movie other than eric bana's pleasantly handsome face.

Yeah leave your partner alone in the creepy basement, that's both procedure and always ends we

i'm not a doctor but that doesn't look great

gaaaaaaaaaaaasp not someone wearing a hoodie in the fall. Real sinister intent there.

Ok from personal experience, moble radios pic up weird static all the time

WELL THEN. and okay i also had to cap this because it’s a great fucking creepy prop, and i can’t believe it got wasted on this shitty as movie.

this guy is cute but he can. Not. Act. Bana is phoing it in half the time too, which I cannot blame him for, this script is a total fucking disaster. From a wtf-ass plot all the way down to wtf-is-this-dialogue. It's like they shredded the pilot scripts of a hundred dumb horror tv shows, threw in a buddy cop comedy and just taped together any line that immediately made a normal human roll their eyes.

Drank TWO QUARTS of paint thinner. Jesus christ.

Well at least they have the dysfnctional cop homelife down. Insert bitter authorial cops-kid laugh.

Could they really not afford any decent fill cast???? none can deliever a line without it sounding like telepromted BS

“a combat videographer”

sure let's run through the stock creepy sound loops, regardless of whether it makes sense. Everything is creepy if you turn off the lights, right?

“upstairs is for the disturbed, down here is for the dangerous and deranged” that is. Zero percent how it works.

When you stick your arm in the crazy chick's cell, you don't get to be shocked when she tries to bite it off. Also, with all the biting that goes in this movie you would think it would turn out to Mean Something. It does not. We get closeups for it for no fucking reason at all.

Rough and tumble street cop recognizes latin immediately when he hears it. Shit son I took latin for three years and I couldn't pick it up like that.

“they might kill me slowly but they won't kill me fast” I feel that

“persian pictographs” you couldn't even be assed to find some, those are literally egyptian

this movie is just. It's so bad.

I can't.

“i don't wanna talk abou it” you JUTS SAID you thought something was wrong!!! with you!!!  how is that NOT an invitation/request to talk about it???? ffs

well that's not great

“those who are suspetable become possessed” by seeing some bad dog latin and cribbed ancient egyptian? No discussion of what susptible means, either. Fuck world building, we stumble through this bullshit plot like men.

I always deeply dislike the “serious evil has no rhym or reason” bullshit it doesn't

oh look, the partner reappears. Now taking bets on his remaining lifespan.

What child has EVER enarestly earned a fucking jakc in the box

“do you have a crucifix in your home?” “we're italian, what do you think?” is THAT the fucking accent you were doing? Fuck I thought that was some bad third generation irish-american shit.

You gonna get eat by a demon and you still can't talk about your feels? Big. Mood.

His magic power is literally that he can hear the soundtrack.

Guys guys. Guys it's a CLOWN jack in the box. Literally WHAT CHILD????????

gotta give it up to the FX folks at least, they're the only ones who showed up to work for this movie:

man the reports this guy files must be great. I once filled out five pages of explanation about having to replace a blown tire, I don't even wanna think about what cops who leave the scenes of crime scenes they just called in have to file.

Nice of the cinamatographer to finally show up to work

“well do the exorcism now” “what the fuuuuck”  giggles

and now we pretend we aren't the exorcist again. Badly.

“god knows your name, knows your number.”  your.....number???

“oh. My. Fuck.” at least we get a realistic response to an exorcism from an onlooker. And oh, I know what you're thinking. Surely this guy watching will be relevant to the plot. Does the demon jump into him? Is he the after-credits scare? Will he later get this cop in trouble for this unauthorized shit? N o p e. It's just a fucking thing that exists to pad out this excerable script.

That's not the Clash, that's The Doors. (this movie doesn't deserve a better joke)

qick and dirty exorcisms, five minutes or less

that movie was so. Bad. Eric Bana you failed me.