#the i don't need one moment deserved some blood btw

[witchmd13]

it's an actual crime we never got a shot of merlin covered in blood. we get close with arthur and morgana with some blood splatter but i don't remember seeing merlin with any. s5 merlin is always 5 seconds away from ending someone's exitance anyway. a s5 merlin absolutely FERAL covered in blood his eyes glowing gold while he glares around? like the image would astral project me into the 5th dimension

[fcthots]

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE BOOBS ASK…. i hope you’re not too overwhelmed w asks rn btw :-) take some time for yourself ok? we won’t mind.

also please take a moment to consider jason falling asleep on you. like, normally he wouldn’t fall asleep around anyone, especially by accident. he’s so guarded bc of everything that happened to him but he feels so safe around you that it just sorta… happens and he falls asleep on you. you make him feel safe in ways he hasn’t felt in a long, long time and it makes him very happy. and sleepy.

-🧸

PART 3 of TATTOOARTIST!JASON

This is a prequel to part 2!

You're in Jason's kitchen, baking. He's supposed to bring cookies to the manor tomorrow but he's had a very long day with client after client after client. Not to mention the scandal with the press. One of his brothers apparently got caught making out with someone, information he did not want to know, but the press got ahold of pictures and swarmed him on his way home. A shitty end to a shitty day.

But you knew his schedule and came to his rescue with cookie supplies in hand. He shouldn't have to worry about it after the day he's had. You want to take care of him. He deserves it.

Jason's never fallen asleep in front of you. You've napped with your head against his chest and his arms shielding you from the world, but Jason has clarified with you: he doesn’t fall asleep in front of other people. He grew up in crime alley, you got it. You understood. He told you that it wasn't you; it was him. All fine and dandy.

He's watching The Office in the living room, laying on the couch. He's laid back, burrito'ed in a blanket you bought him for his birthday. To be honest, his eyes are closed and he's not really listening to the TV. He's listening to you hum some song you're listening to in your headphones. The blanket is so soft and the atmosphere is so cozy. Your presence is just so calming and the whole apartment smells like cookies.

He can't help falling asleep.

Jason can't remember the first half of his dream, but he remembers the second half. There's blood, dim warehouse lights, a ticking timer. The timer goes off and he can't breathe. He's choking on smoke or air; he can't be sure. He can hear his name while he suffocate-.

"JASON"

He finally looks at you, his eyes brimming with tears. He tries to speak but he just can't get the words out. He's still struggling to breathe. You jump over the couch and hold his face in your hands.

Bringing his face to your chest, you apologize. "Shit. I'm so sorry, Jay. I set a timer for how long the cookies needed to cool before I could pick them up. I didn’t know."

He doesn’t say anything for a long time, just matches your breaths. Eventually he turns his head to the side. You think he's trying to pull back, but when you pull away, he latches onto you, finally speaking.

"Wait."

You bring your arms back up around his neck while he finishes catching his breath. Your hands rub soothing circles into his back until he pulls away to look at you, not saying anything. You break the silence.

"You okay?"

"...tired"

"Do you wanna go to bed?" You feel his shoulders tense up.

"Don't wanna be alone." You tighten your arms around him.

"I'll go lay down with you."

He pulls his face away from your chest and averts his gaze. He slowly nods his head.

You grab his hand and lead him into his bedroom. He lets go of your hand to grab the remote off the nightstand. You sit down with your back against the headboard and take the remote when he hands it to you.

You finish putting The Office back on when you notice he's staring at you sheepishly, not sitting down. He isn't quite meeting your eyes and it takes you a second to catch on. You toss the remote to the side and pat one of your thighs while bending the other knee to make a cushion for his head. .

"C'mere."

He wastes no time laying down, hugging your leg, and burying his face in your thigh. When he looks unsure of himself, you move your eyes to the screen and begin running your fingers through his hair. He slowly drifts off and you make sure to turn off all your alarms and change the sound.

You'll keep him safe.

edit: part 3.5 here

[cyrygher]

The Shadows Desires // Azriel

RATING: 15 / 957 WORDS

Author’s note: I just needed to take this idea out of my mind. I really thought about ending with smut but I think I will eventually write a part 2 for this. Oh btw, english is not my first language, neither it is my second or third language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy! :)

My feet move away from the window, giving him space to enter. Azriel passes through the doorway retracting his wings, landing with elegance in each gesture.

"Did you take a shower?”

"I did. You must need one, since you left early in the morning and only came back now.”

“Are you suggesting I stink?” He raises an eyebrow, forcing an offended expression.

“I’m suggesting that I really want to see you in a bathtub.”

Azriel's eyes widen for a brief moment, but what follows is not astonishment but something darker and more perverse. The chocolate irises become dark, cloudy, the pupils dilated.

“I suppose you will not join me.”

"Not today. I don’t think you deserve it after disappearing all day.”

"Fair."

“Uh-huh.” I walk predatorily towards him, a smile forming at the corner of my lips, as my hands roam Azriel's chest, searching for the buttons to remove the armour.

“How do you take it off?” I whisper.

Azriel doesn't respond. But faster than he can fill his lungs with air, the top part of the armor disappears, as do the blue siphons that decorated it.

Azriel's torso is left bare, rid of any fabric.

My mouth waters at the sight and I don't care to hide it.

My fingers touch the warm, rigid skin, drawing a sigh from the male. Slowly, I look up at him, and he's already staring at me in a way that ignites every pure thought in my mind.

“What about the bottom part?” I ask, biting my lip to keep from laughing.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re not discreet at all?”

"Some. Why? Would you rather I had made up an excuse for wanting to see you without those pants?”

"Oh no. Feel free to see me naked at any time… you came so far just for it, isn't that right pet?”

My blood roared through my veins, begging him to do it at once.

Like the top, Azriel's armored pants disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving only the black fabric of the boxers he wears.

I look at him irritated.

“This is starting to get boring, Azriel. Are you going to take it off piece by piece?”

“I believe you can help me remove this one.”

“I can definitely do so. Come here."

Azriel takes my hand and I drag him into the bathroom, turning the bathtub tap back on.

“Cold, please,” he asks.

"Are you feeling hot?" I look at him amusedly, quickly scanning the way the fabric of his boxers is stretched by the erection.

"A little."

I do as he asks, leaving the water cold, looking at him with my lips stuck in between my teeth. My feet move without needing a command and soon I'm sharing the same breath as him, feeling the heat emanating from his masculine body.

My fingers run along Azriel's chest, making a path downward, never losing eye contact. There, in those almond-shaped orbs, you see everything he is feeling and everything he wants to do. It's ecstatic to see desire dancing and intoxicating all of the male's features.

When my fingers finally find the fabric of the boxers, they dig into the sides, pulling the fabric down. It needs to be stretched to free Azriel's member, that is so hard and bounces as soon as the boxers free it completely.

My knees drop to the floor to completely remove the uncomfortable fabric, and my eyes fixate on the monstrous erection in front of me.

Swallowing hard, I blink a few times, trying to calculate how I would make this work, because there was no way this would fit inside me.

"Is there a problem?" Azriel asks amused.

"It depends."

“Depends on?”

“It depends if you mind carrying me around….”

“Not that I’m complaining, but why would I have to carry you, darling?”

“Because there’s no way I’m going to walk after this” I point to the dick in front of me, which seems to be staring back at me.

Azriel tries to hold back his laughter, but it's a futile struggle. He kicks the fabric of his boxers that were stuck to his feet, and pulls me up, placing his lips next to my ear.

“I promise you, the last thing I will do is hurt you. When I'm inside you, the only thing you'll feel is pleasure. And not just in the traditional way. I want to taste you with my tongue before anything else.”

My spine arches at the lustful, husky voice that reverberates through every nerve ending in my body, gripping the male's biceps as if it could keep me upright.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

"Why?"

“Because I’m so tempted not to let you take that shower.”

“Can I confess something to you?” he whispers, as he runs his fingers down my side, increasing the flame that crackles inside my blood.

"You can."

“I love your nightgown. But I will have to destroy it.”

Before I can ask why, Azriel takes me in his arms, stepping into the tub with me, completely drenching the blue silk.

“Azriel!” I shout, slapping his shoulders.

He just laughs, placing me over his lap, his hard member poking me, sending my sanity to hell.

“I warned you I would destroy it”

“Actually, I just need to dry it.”

"No. That won’t do it."

The male's hands go to the neckline of the nightgown and, as if it was made of paper, rips it from top to bottom, revealing the lingerie set of the same colour, his siphons’ colour. My face turns red, but the shame passes away when I notice in Azriel's eyes, a transcendental lust and desire.

[nalyra-dreaming]

'''Never make one as young as Armand''

He absolutely didn't listen to this one and it comes back to bite him.

Okay I need to read those books I thought I could skip and only watch the show but I feel like the show won't go in dept in some stories.

Oh yes, and he knows that he shouldn't have made Claudia! It's why he never blamed her for the attempt on his life either.

Was it inevitable that she who would never have a woman's form would strike out at the demon father who condemned her to the body of a little china doll? I should have listened to Marius's warning. I should have stopped for one moment to reflect on it as I stood on the edge of that grand and intoxicating experiment: to make a vampire of "the least of these. " I should have taken a deep breath. But you know, it was like playing the violin for Akasha. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see what would happen, I mean, with a beautiful little girl like that! Oh, Lestat, you deserve everything that ever happened to you. You'd better not die. You might actually go to hell. But why was it that for purely selfish reasons, I didn't listen to some of the advice given me? Why didn't I learn from any of them-Gabrielle, Armand, Marius? But then, I never have listened to anyone, really. Somehow or other, I never can. And I cannot say even now that I regret Claudia, that I wish I had never seen her, nor held her, nor whispered secrets to her, nor heard her laughter echoing through the shadowy gaslighted rooms of that all too human town house in which we moved amid the lacquered furniture and the darkening oil paintings and the brass flowerpots as living beings should. Claudia was my dark child, my love, evil of my evil. Claudia broke my heart. And on a warm sultry night in the spring of the year 1860, she rose up to settle the score. She enticed me, she trapped me, and she plunged a knife over and over again into my drugged and poisoned body, until almost every drop of the vampiric blood gushed out of me before my wounds had the precious few seconds in which to heal. I don't blame her. It was the sort of thing I might have done myself.

I... think the show will go in depth for some things still - but probably, for Lestat and Claudia for example, in s3. We are on POVs after all - which, btw, the books are as well. Some are Louis', a lot are Lestat's, some switch POVs. I think the show used that beautifully.

If you should sit down to read - enjoy! :) There's... everything and the kitchen sink in those books^^

[yandere-fics]

♡ How they react to a vampire darling ♡

♡ The Kingdom Version ♡

(Happy halloween, don't worry the other asks have been written and are going to be released but I wanted to start October off with a spookier scenario.)

♡ She was a little bit shocked when she first discovered it. Elves aren't the most perceptive when it comes to the other supernaturals that inhabit the city. She has some sense and could sort of tell there was something going on with you but she was unable to tell that it was because of you being a vampire. ♡

♡ Like really, it takes her awhile to figure it out because she's kind of an idiot, but once she does, she's going to be so fucking pouty about it. How could she not know such an important thing about her mate? This kind of ruins her plans alot actually. In the city elves are at the bottom when it comes to rights to claim their mates because they have no special powers, meaning you don't really have to go with her because you outrank her in power and strength. ♡

♡ Luckily there's a very simple solution, indebt herself to the boss to trap you in her apartment for the rest of your lives together. Don't worry, elves heal and recover fast so drink as much of her blood as you want. It's not like you can kill her. If you did then you would just be trapped in the apartment for eternity since Miriel is the only one who can now leave the barrier around her apartment. ♡

♡ Kassien knew. Vampires are not demons but they have a similar energy to demons so the moment she laid eyes on you, she was fully aware. It did make it harder to be patient with you though. Since you're also supernatural, then you should be able to feel the connection so any fighting on your part is willful. ♡

♡ You can't feed from her since demon skin is very tough and demon blood tastes weird to drink, so she'll just have to bring you blood. No she won't tell you where the blood came from. You just have to drink it and be good. Don't question her. ♡

♡ She takes a sadistic pleasure in seeing you drink blood that's from your exes, those bastards never deserved your attention so it's good they can do something for you by sustaining you. She'll stop just randomly killing anyone who looks your way though because she knows when she kills, she has to be ready to save the blood for your blood bag snacks. ♡

♡ Vampires are one of the races in the city that have mates, though their mates are usually humans, at least until they turn them. The Boss is the one who told Nora that you and her were destined to be, and she basically jumped for joy when she discovered that she and her reason for living were mates. ♡

♡ She hides her immortality and strength from you. She seems pretty much like a normal human and that's the way she wants it. She'll be your sweet human mate who needs your protection. She really really wants you to turn her. Not that she needs you to turn her because she's already immortal. ♡

♡ She just thinks it would be so sweet if you would turn her so you two can hunt together. Plus she would love to be able to feel the mate connection between you two because that would only strengthen her ties to her reason to live. She'll try not to seem overeager though, wouldn't want to shatter your image of her. ♡

♡ As stated in Miriel's, elves lack the ability to just take their vampire mates. However Rudie isn't living on the right side of the law, just by virtue of being an actual serial killer. She can just chose to ignore any law that would keep her from you. She won't let you get away. ♡

♡ Unlike Kassien, who has the tact to put the blood into bags so you don't have to see the people die, Rudie will just bring the targets to you, fully alive. Yeah love, that's your friend who confessed their love to you, drink up. Drink or she'll gut them first and allow you to go hungry. ♡

♡ Going hungry is a threat that is leveraged against you a lot, btw. Rudie doesn't actually think you'd go hungry though so when you do decide not to drink and go hungry instead, she'll freak out for like a day before she gives you a peace offering of her own blood. Please don't starve, she wasn't actually being serious about going hungry, she just says shit to intimidate you but she's such a softie. ♡

♡ Sawyer doesn't really know what to do with you when she finds out her mate is a vampire. She always expected a human, because for her kind they either mate with humans or their own kind. I mean you were originally human before becoming a vampire, but still she was unprepared to have to tame a vampire mate. ♡

♡ She literally has no clue how to deal with you and might actually delay claiming you until she can figure out how to completely resituate her penthouse to deal with your unique needs. This is really messing with her though because she prefers a mate she can push around a bit. ♡

♡ Don't get me wrong, she still loves you, and she will still absolutely push you around, but this does mean she has to change a few things in the way she treats you. She might be more talkative with a vampire darling though because you somewhat understand supernatural things, right? Eventually she will get used to it and learn to love it but it's an adjustment at first. ♡

[rysko]

stalked ur profile and noticed the fandom fave ask games, Peaky Edition?

OHOHOOHOH YESSS-

This is going to be difficult. Am i allowed more than one character per category??? (also tytyty for the ask muah muah)

(tagging @red-riding-wood because i know you love these)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Listen, if you've been on this blog for more than five seconds, this will be no surprise. It's Luca, that goddamn fruit bastard<3

The moment he lifted that hat and spoke in his tony-soprano-meets-the-godfather-esque voice I knew I'm going to be obsessed but HOLY SHIT. The brainrot, it's on another level.

And Arthur, oh Arthur...

Most tragic character in the whole show, so full of love, hate, anger, EVERYTHING. He's as entertaining as he is tear-worthy, and theres no scene with him i dislike. Baby...baby boy...

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

ARFAAAAAAA-

Again, everything i said above. I want to make him soup and hug him, then maybe hiss at Tommy (selfcare)

AND CURLY

He makes me kick my feet, and his scenes with May make me wish he had more screen time. I need him to give me a tour of Small Heath. I'd die a happy man.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

MY LOVE

MY BELOVED

ABERAMA GOLD

His death made me actually cry (i still don't see it as canon shhh), he was my favourite since he appeared in season 1 and has been my obscure love ever since (still want to write something for him, but i have so much stuff i need to write first)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Johnny Dogs!!! My dude! My man! My silly little horny guy!

I want a compilation of him. I want to drink some booze with him and for him to tell me shitty life advice that I would NEVER actually implement.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

DOES NOT DESERVE THE SHIT SHE GOT.

Y'all cannot handle nuanced/flawed female characters and it shows. Linda has my heart. I love hypocritical Catholics, we are not the same.

Live, laugh, love Linda <3

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Tommy.

This man. He deserves nothing more. I love him, but i also want to see him suffer. That's Tommy Shelby, i want him covered in his own blood, in a mental breakdown, screaming, crying, throwing up.

Im mentally sane btw.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

We don't like nazis in this house, not only am i sending him to superhell, I'm shooting him first and throwing salt over where the body was. I LOVE his actor to death, but my 1. History obsessed 2. Polish ass has always had a personal vendetta against pre-war western fashos

*spits*

[chemicalarospec]

My Death Note Playlists (prt 1 of my fav lyrics)

They're basically all "emo" btw.

I have two: the full playlist

and the "canon compliant" version -- which does NOT mean the songs support a canon-compliant interpretation, but that they were released before 2010. Canon timeline, you see, ignoring the 9/11 thing. (I'm a little more picky with this one in general.)

Okay now I'm just going to highlight my favorite lyrics that I blorbo brain all over (predominantly Light, and lots of Lawlight ranging from platonic murder to romantic lovers to romantic murder). It will be long, so here's a cut!

I'll pick out songs going down "full playlist" in order.

"Liar (It Takes One to Know One)" by Taking Back Sunday

Obvious, but "we're all choir boys at best" deserves attention. "It takes one to know one" shouted at the end -- all of Light and L knowing each other better than anyone.

"Juneau" by Funeral for a Friend

"I'm nothing more than a line in your book." Hey, I didn't say all these connections were good.

"Spin" by Taking Back Sunday

The whole thing is very Light to L.

"Looking for a Tornado" by Chiodos

Maybe I got a little lost while searching for my faith stuck to your cross You set fire to everything around [...] Do I believe in love; do I believe in heaven? (At the sound of church bells, they come running) All my clocks stuck on eleven; afraid if I hit my knees, I might get nothing

^ Lawlight /romantic intent /sexual intent

This is the sound of your savior running in need of anything to save you from nothing

^ bonus God/savior complex Light

"Always and Never" by Silverstein - "Don't have a heart attack"

"War Crimes" by Waterparks

kinda Light and Misa. "I wear a smile that's about a mile wide" lol. and "My death will be the fandom [sic]" for L.

"The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined" by Chiodos

The title as their fake-friendship-with-murderous-intent. Lyrics as romantic dying Lawlight. +"To hide from our twisted ways/I've been hiding in this bed"

"Fist Wrapped in Blood" by Silverstein

I love toxic couples. Cannibalism couples. Violence couples. (Some tntduo vibes in this one too, xoxo tntduo, still kinda my OTP.) "A Midwestern State Of Emergency" for similar reasons (we got the wild line "Bound and gagged but I enjoy it") + "Your saving grace, my final rites"

"One Day All Women Will Become Monsters" by Chiodos <3

That title but also "Always being the blind villain" -> Blind Lady Justice Light Yagami!!! + "Rip the haunting smirk from his face"

"Thank You for the Venom" by My Chemical Romance

Now I want to listen to Three Cheers looking for Death Note songs. (If I wasn't still finishing tntduo demolition lovers, Death Note demolition lovers would be sooo in.) Anyways: "I keep a gun on the book you gave me."

"Hard to Breathe" by Hawthorne Heights

"I spent my whole life lying/I just got caught." This one gets a big heading b/c that line is still the working title for my Light fic (yeah, it'll get posted. one day).

"There's no Penguins in Alaska" by Chiodos is a rare Misa moment on the playlist.

"Timberwolves at New Jersey" by Taking Back Sunday

"Literate and stylish/kissable and quiet/that's what girls' dreams are made of" and "This is you trying hard to make sure that you're seen/With a girl on your arm and your heart on your sleeve" = Light. Plus, the "me at my worst (committing murder)" theme of second half of the song

"Where Can I Stab Myself in the Ears" by Hawthorn Heights - "This is the ending, here's my surrender" & the complementing each other bridge theme. and lying.

"Why the Munsters Matter" by Chiodos

"I don't want to fit into your world/your heart/I hope I scare you"!!!!! It's NOT what happens in Death Note but it IS what Light and L are about IN MY HEAD.

"Ole Fishlips is Dead Now" is another rare Misa song. The "she's in love with herself" line but the subject is Light.

"Goldmine" by Paper Tigers

(link leads to song b/c the band is pretty indie)

Maybe that's something I admire Maybe you've made another enemy of me ... You goldmine Every little thing that you say It blows away my mind ... They say that pride proceeds the fall And that the sword is weaker than the pen

rare L to Light song on the playlist

"Your Sword Versus My Dagger" by Silverstein

Another Discovering the Waterfront track. "I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out/And I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself" + "I wasn't asking for the world" as another Light inverse/lying line (or kinda Misa) + "And I can see your face, and I can hear your name" in reference to Death Note rules lol.

"Is it Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?" by Chiodos

"Listen up, sweetie!/We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world." - Light lol

"The solemn tolling of the funeral bells. I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet."

"Divine Intervention" by Taking Back Sunday

rare soft song -- cutesy by Lawlight standards

Despondent, distracted You're vicious and romantic These are a few of my favorite things ... Something real, make it timeless An act of God and nothing less will be accepted ... We're stubborn and melodramatic A real class act

~a little skipping ahead to songs I wrote up out of order... part two will probably come next week!~

"The Brothers Karamazov" by The Used

all of it. but especially "I'm more than just my father's son" as an inverse of Light who is so little more than the son of a cop, "I see myself in everything I hate about you/I shut my mouth to stop myself from sounding like you" as him and L, and "Take me away from who I could become" as the conflict between Light and the influence of the Death Note.

"Chemicals" by Armor for Sleep

Lyrics about "you" dying ("I can picture your coffin"!!!) and the general vibe and:

And I’m on my back, on your floor. Tell me how you fooled the world again, I like how you laugh when you tell it

^ both L and Misa work. Light's evil laugh.

Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you. I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.

^ Light pretending to be L after he's dead.

"Three Simple Words" by Finch

"My hand's around your throat/who will stop me now?" !!! throwback to "Until the Day I Die", which I didn't highlight but also has "hands at your throat". I like the aggressive & repetitive usage in this song better. Light to L, of course.

Tune in next week for more of the same! (btw I had a lot going on so it's still not up but will edit this when I do it)

[teddybeartoji]

hello this is me rambling about monkey man (2024)! LONG story very short it was very very good i loved it very very much. a lot of good action a lot of blood a lot of me smiling. spoilers under cut!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oke oke deep breath in and a deep one out. i will try to make this as understandable as possible but i feel like i'm genuinely tweaking a little bit rn. from the film and also from the new meds so yk bear with me also wait this is incredibly incredibly biased bc i love fighting and i love action hehe

anyway. this was dev patel's directorial debut and uuhhhhh. well. he fucking did it. i. there's nothing bad to say. it's very obvious that he loves films; loves being in them, loves watching them, loves learning them, loves making them. it's clear that he did his homework for this. he mentioned in an interview how he's been an action lover ever since he was a kid but he was just never offered the right role. he talks about how he got scripts for just being the side-kick, the tech guy yk some random guy who just gets A Moment. but he knew he had way more to offer and fuck yeah he did.

so idk who happens to be reading this fuck ass review but if you by any chance don't know who dev patel is by name, maybe you've heard of slumdog millionaire (2008) or lion (2016) or the green knight (2021). point is that he's really fucking good and he deserves more recognition. blabla i'm not actually doing a review i will be going insane now.

i LOVE when mc's fucking suck ass. i love when they get beat. i love when they're weak it's just sooooo fucking boring when they're immediately some untouchable god. it feels good to watch them learn how to control their need to just go apeshit bc that simply... won't fucking work lmao. i love when the mc's are nervous, are just so determined to go through with their plan even though they're obviously in over their head. it's delicious and it's my favourite trope. honorary mention to indiana jones my favourite fucking nerd loser who gets into fights and then groans and moans and sweats and man he just wants to ramble about his little artefacts.

i loved the first big fight!!!!!!!!!!! it's between the mc with the shaky hands and the police chief who very obviously knows how to fight. (the mc kind of does too he does boxing matches for money but he's kinda bad yk). it's super bloody and it gets soooooo fucking messy. a random person happens to be there too and now the mc has to deal with two people and well shit. he's just now fucking doing well. he's getting beat, he's getting stabbed, he's being choked, his gun is fuck knows where and yeah everything is just bad.

though in my head i kept thinking about how i wish i could see the fighting a bit more. the scenes were short, cut after cut after cut, the camera moved around and it was placed at weird angles (IT'S WASN'T ACTUALLY BAD THOUGH THIS IS JUST ME BEING REALLY PICKY RN) but i wasn't too upset bc messy fights are also very fun, not every fight can be a dance and that's completely fine. so it was very fast paced, a lot was happening but it did all suit the situation - adrenaline filled mc fights his big ass nemesis in a public place - ofc it's gonna be messy.

also when he tries to finally escape the situation he decides to jump through a window to get into the main room - the glass doesn't break and he just falls down to the floor. 5+ i love that shit so much.

and thennnnnnn. just when i was again thinking about how every fight can't be beautiful blabla it's only natural etc etc - he enters his little training arc. btw i thought the training arc was made very well (overall the film had a lot of the so called Cliches but i thought they all worked perfectly and i had no complaints abt them).

anyway... the thing he learns is Rhythm. i almost made some sort of a noise when i realized this okay i got very giddy. he starts learning about how fighting isn't just throwing punches like he has been doing but it's about flow and rhythm and focus - a dance. while he's practicing his punches, a guy at the temple starts setting him a pattern with his drums and through that he learns how to make his movements smoother, sharper, how to lose the unnecessary steps, how to stay more clear headed, so he wouldn't just go in thrashing but with an actual goal in mind. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaafuck i loved that soooooooooooooo much

and it made a change. during the next fights, the camera stood still more, the shots were wider, you could actually see what he's doing. it's was messy only in a sense of that blood was being splattered everywhere but the fighting itself did turn into a kind of a dance. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOUUU IT WAS SO COOL OKAY I'M GEEKING RN I'M TRYING SO HARD TO STAY FOCUSED HERE

YOU KNOW A PERSON IS AN ACTION FAN WHEN THEY KNOW HOW TO GET CREATIVE WITH IT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. deep breaths deep breaths. it's not only about guns and knives (although i do love my guns and knives) - it's about pots, pans, toilet seats, trays, walls, furniture, the ground itself. everything can be used in a fight and i fucking love it. another honorary mention just bc i want to and this one goes out to atomic blonde (2017) where the female mc has to fight multiple men and she too uses just about everything that's around her - the fridge, a hose, a pan, a glass table; later in another fight she uses a corkscrew, she uses a ministove etc etc. it just makes the fight sooo much more interesting and you can play around with it sooooooooooo much you can literally do anything. i'm soooo normal right nowwwwwwwwwww my hands are shaking.

speaking of cool moves i'd like to point some out from this one too. the mc is fighting in an elevator against two guys, it's a knife fight (btw i am very obviously veeeery geeked abt this too bc i love when the fighting is happening in a small closed space wahh it's so cool). he kills one of the guys and then he's pressing his knife at the other guy's neck right. he doesn't have much power bc the guy is pushing against his knife hand and he's using his other hand to hold the guy against the wall. he manages to press the knife in a little bit and then... he leans closer... and bites the handle... and pushes it inside the guy's throat with his mouth. his teeth? you get my point. IT WAS FUCKING SICK AS FUCK THE BLOOD SPLATTERED EVERYWHERE AND HE LOOKED INSANE AND I THINK I MIGHT'VE ACTUALLY GASPED OUT LOUD AT THIS I WON'T EVEN LIE

have to also mention the Axe Fight. very fucking cool i'm sorry i don't have any other words in my vocabulary rn but it really was cool. an axe is such an interesting weapon to go against bc it has the range and it has the weight. it's very hard to stop right? like you can't just fucking parry that shit lmao + the shape of the blade is a little too fucked for that. but it does have it's downsides - since it's heavy it can get stuck very easily - it gets stuck in the walls and in the floor, giving the mc a moment to counter back. it has the range but lacks in speed - for you to really do any damage you have to take the second to give it momentum which also gives your opponent time to strike. bonk now i'm just yapping about axes apparently are you still here i love you

OH WAIT BEFORE I FORGET I HAVE TO SAY THAT THE MUSIC THEY PICKED FOR THIS FUCKING FILM FUCKED SO HARD. SO DAMN HARD. I WAS BONERED UP JUST FROM THAT WHEWWW.

another cool little thing was that they mentioned john wick hihihii. that was fun i like the little show of appreciation for other films in films. i think it's very cute. like omfgg yeahhh i fucking loved your film i need to mention it in my own one!!!! yeahhhhh!!!!! very lovely

oke i have one more cool move to offer and it is theeeee knife through the hand move!!!!! everybody cheers!!!! the mc already has a knife in his stomach and the super evil bad guy is going to stab him with another one but the mc takes the hit with his hand and it's wwwooooowwwwwwwwww sooo sexyy!! so cool!!! and he then ofc manages to turn it around and stab the super evil bad guy with his own knife!!!!! everybody cheers even more!!!!! shaky hands and all but he still does it!!!!! and he looked very good while doing it. yum

since i'm already just Mentioning shit i am also going to mention the fact that they made the police chief like a sexy evil man. wheww. yeah. he's like awwwwwful and very very bad but man.. why he kinda hot. this is just about appearance i think we should make more hot bad guys.

scar mention. bad guy had a cool scar.

woman mention. very beautiful lady gets covered in blood while in a beautiful beautiful dress. a+ would watch again

okay i think this is it for now thank you for reading. go watch the film. or don't. a lot of action and blood and it might not be for you but it most definitely was for meeeeee hihihihih love you mwah

[lilacline001]

IM OBSESSED WITH NOCTURN GIMME SOME MORE INFOOO

I, too, am obsessed with Nocturne, so here's Five Facts about my current WIP.

It actually started as a Ponyo AU Originally, I wanted to do three things (1) write a Byler AU where Will is magic (2) practice general plotting - building rising action, working towards a climax, etc. (3) write 30 - 40k words. I think I'll meet & exceed that word count no problem btw To reach these three goals, for some reason, Ponyo popped in my brain, and I researched fish folktales for daysss. To a certain degree, Ponyo was prefect; I would just have to make it a lot darker. Ponyo/Will's mother would actually be Vecna and the UD coded (evil). Will would cling to Mike and the human world, eventually give up the sea/UD to stay with him. But something was just off, I couldn't connect all the dots in my brain. However, I was really obsessed with writing a scene where Ponyo/Fish/Will would drink Mike's blood and turn into a human. So I kept trying to force the Ponyo AU. I brainstormed and brainstormed. Until I had a moment of clarity - if I was so obsessed over the drinking blood part, I should just write a vampire fic. When I tell you the Heavens parted and everything in my head clicked into place. It truly was such a fun epiphany. Will instantly became a bat in my head, and the rest was history. The Ponyo AU idea scraped in favor of vampires.

Rabies and Mike's anxiety surrounding contracting the illness are a metaphor for AIDs (very loosely) "Unfortunately, he's only able to sleep for a little while, dreams too close to reality for them to be comfortable. Mike dreams of an incurable illness, a revealed horror, and evil-eyes stalking him in daylight. His dream isn't a dream. It's a nightmare. A nightmare that could become reality, if Mike ever slips." here the "incurable illness" could be AIDs or rabies, "a revealed horror" is him be outed as queer, and "evil-eyes stalking him in daylight" are the residents of Hawkins finding out he's queer

Karen Wheeler is a great mother - not perfect, but great. Karen Wheeler manages her own depression by focusing on her children, and in caring for them she finds purpose, fulfillment, and sometimes even joy. So, when she notices Mike's, she helps in the best way she knows how. Karen makes Mike promise to take Holly to school and to pick her up - hopeful that Mike will find purpose and fulfillment in feeling useful, in being needed. (And if you've read the fic you know that it helped a great deal actually.)

Will is NOT going to SPARKLE. Along with this, I was going to make El a psychic, but I thought Nocturne might then resemble Twilight. I mean, they're both about vampires, but I really don't want to write a Twilight au. I said vampire au for a reason. In the end, I thought El deserves a break in this universe, so she's just a regular girl in this one.

My goal was to have 30 - 40k words, and have the fic complete by Halloween (RIP) ahahahhaha, yeah. that didn't happen. I decided to get in Mike Wheeler's head, and that thing grew substantially. But I still have the fic plotted, and I'm still really excited to have certain scenes pay off later.

[ranknfoul-blog]

So you've been diagnosed with cancer. What's next?

So, my ENT doc knows I have le cancer. Honestly, I think I'm messing up my timeline. Sorry for the revisionist history here, you HAVE to understand I was going through a lot. Like, a lot a lot. I was barely able to swallow food like grits, or farina, or oatmeal, or smoothies (look up dysphasia if you feel so inclined. I did, because I kind of HAD to at the time). I knew barely ANYTHING about nutrition at the time. I was dealing with an unending nosebleed. Like seriously, the temporary solution from my ENT doc (and believe me, I am saying this with nothing but love because NEVER NASAL PACKS. NEVER EVER AGAIN) was: Get cotton balls. Roll them in your palms until they're in a (this is kind of ironic) cigar shape. Put 'em up there in your nostrils. Keep changing them, CONSTANTLY. Oh also, might want to sleep in a pretty much sitting position so you don't choke to death on your own blood.

Just so you know, and I've already said this, there will be many sarcastic and smartass moments from me about this journey. I will, YET AGAIN, stress that I am not at all, not at ALL trying to diminish anyone else's struggle. I will also constantly acknowledge that, so get used to it if you're in this for the long haul. But I had some really scary moments. One of them was at this particular time.

So as my unending nosebleed continues, I had to sleep sitting straight up in bed. I had a pillow under my right arm so that I could have my right hand to my forehead to try to keep my head upright. I had a thick towel, doubled and doubled again, under my chin. I had the 'nose tampons' in place. I slept so, so badly because I was sure I was going to choke to death on my own blood. Obviously, I did not. But I went through a lot of cotton balls, a fair number of towels, I couldn't sleep more than 2 hours at a time (probably because of the terror)...This whole era, before the chemo started, was a complete mess of bad sleep and terror for me.

(I will say the 'cigar cotton balls' were gone through at a copious rate. I will also go as far as to say that that is as far as I will describe what went on during that period),

My ENT doc

(I keep wanting to call him my ENT 'guy', like, 'I got a guy.' He deserves more than that, but he's kind of my guy, so I've settled on 'doc' vs. 'doctor.' Apologies if that offends, but apologies is as far as it goes, I'm not changing anything)

Another thing I want to say, just in case any 'Outside of the US' people happen to read this blog: This is going to be another spoiler alert, but the fact is, with some adjustments, some minor time off, I worked the entire time. Before anyone gets all up in arms about 'US Healthcare sucks!/ US treatment of employees who need healthcare sucks!/ etc,' let me clearly and unequivocally state 2 points, here and now: 1) I probably could have applied for disability and gotten it. But if I sat around every day doing nothing but treatment-related stuff, I would have lost my entire, COMPLETE, (channeling Sir Samuel L Jackson here) GOT-DAMNED mind. Seriously, I do love what I do. But I also love being able to DO things. This is why I will probably never retire. It's not a Boomer thing (Gen X btw), it's a kind of 'I love doing this and don't want it to end' thing.

You see, (I don't care, I'll repeat myself) I actually love what I do. Yeah, there are parts I am not a fan of, but I love what I do. Not being able to do that, for a span of weeks/ months? Nah, there is no reason to put other people at risk, just let my brain do what it loves to do.

What do I do, you may wonder? Well, I will have to craft a cagey response to that, for a couple of reasons: I definitely do not want to get fired (because honestly, I love what I do), and, well, I definitely do not want to get fired (because super honestly, I love what I do and disability would basically be the end of my sanity). I'll talk more about what I do in my next post. It'll be a nice interlude to talking about the multiple things trying to murder me.

But the second point! 2) Don't make fun of me for this. I was scared. I have a couple of close friends, but I only have a couple of close friends. The people I work with aren't ENEMIES or anything. Not at all. And maybe my philosophy isn't unique. But without knowing how this whole thing was going to go, I wanted as many people as possible around me, for as long as possible. Did I want them at my funeral? I don't even know how to answer to that. I'd be dead! How would I know who showed up and who didn't? I just wanted some basic human connection while I fought. I challenge anyone reading this to say they'd feel otherwise. The funny thing is, this blew up beyond anything I'd planned.

You see, I told my manager what was going on. My personal expectation was, we'd keep it 'in house.' Well, the next thing I know, I'm getting all kinds of messages from other (higher level even than him) people from other teams with messages of commiseration, 'thoughts and prayers' nonsense (more on this later), etc.

So, great, cat's out of the bag. I can see a strong argument for sharing that info, but the argument is going to make me look like an arrogant prick.

You see, giving everyone a heads-up that I might die would mean that unless I gave a lot of SUPER HIGH INTENSITY training, that would actually be absorbed, the quality of work passed on to other teams would tank. Fair play to letting everyone know that that was possibly going to happen. Hey, I said it would make me look like an arrogant prick. Along that train of thought, keeping it quiet for as long as possible would mean that I wouldn't be forced into disability (no one ever tried to force me, but how the hell was I going to know that going into this huge horrifying scenario? I was counting myself lucky for not being fired on the spot!), and I wouldn't have to deal with 'thoughts and prayers' (again, more on this later, and please power through that post. It's not charitable to me, but it gets better I swear).

On the other hand, again, this was pretty super personal on a not-worrying-about-employment level. It was hard enough sharing this with my team, this was deeply personal. And now, my boss just went and broadcast it, and I'm getting all these messages and Teams calls?

Dude (and dude, if you're reading this, seriously, dude...) probably not the time to throw this at me. Or at least, not without warning.

Lesson learned, set the boundaries when an announcment like this is made.

Now for the interludes.

[shiorinotshiori]

You can't stop me now, not like you did before (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

You discovered the reason why Eddie broke up with you.

And you also find out that he still comes to basketball games, just to watch you cheer.

Part 1: You looked so good in green OG Ending: Finally Home

Warnings: Swearing, very slight violence, mentions of blood, Jason ugh

Notes: ' ' means it is the characters' inside thoughts

IDK HOW TO EDIT ON MY PHONE BUT I FORGOT TO SAY THAT ELLIOT'S AN OC BTW!! Hwbshsh

Word count: 3.3k

Request: "If there is a part two I will give anything to see y/n corner eddie and lay out that she still loves him and wants to be with him. Then when he starts the “you deserve better” she gets all “stop trying to make choices for me! I can make my own choices and my choice is YOU!” And then there is crying and probably making out under the bleachers" a/n: I did some changes hope thats ok! n sorry if this isn't what u expect ahghahd but yeah i didn't know if an 'under' exists in Hawkins High's bleachers so i changed the scene to hallways

I don't give permission to repost or translate my work please have mercy

It’s been months for both Eddie and you, but even so, the long haired ‘freak’ never seem to leave your mind. He’s been there since the day you met him, and even after the break-up, he was still there. It’s like Eddie’s been living in your head, rent-free; he made it his little home when he first gave you his shirt. You never understood Eddie’s change of mind regarding your relationship- yes, you knew his insecurities crept once in a while, but it never got to the point that he thought about breaking up with you. Before, it was never an option for Eddie. If there was a solution to his thoughts, it was always to fix his path but never leave you- at least that was until the ‘party’ thing; which you never knew about.

You spent days thinking about what had happened, that can’t be the only reason why you separated and left the most precious thing you had. For almost two years, you were attached to each other- as if one couldn’t live without the other. So why?

Little did you know you were about to find out soon.

The popular crowd arranged another get-together-event, just for the sake of partying and drinking and getting drunk- a.k.a, the usual. You needed something to distract yourself from the man who wouldn’t leave your mind so… you went, thinking that for a moment, you’d be able to forget and blur the painful memory of your last talk with Eddie. Ever since the separation, you never got the chance to talk with him again. Not when he kept avoiding you like the plague. At least that’s what you thought.

You and the other cheerleaders, along with the jocks, were hanging out in Andy’s house. You guys were upstairs, sat in a circle- just exchanging remarks to others’ story. You were not relating to any conversation that was going around in your circle, you stood up from where you were sitting. “Hey, I’m gonna go get drinks. Anyone want some?” you offered, hoping to get a very short time alone in the kitchen. “Ah, can I get a beer?” Jason raised his hand to get your attention, making sure you get him what he’s asking for. You only nodded back because it seems like he’s the only one who wanted to drink more.

You silently walked down the stairs, immediately making your way towards the refrigerator. Grabbing two more drinks, you went and rested yourself by the counter. You were slowly breathing in and out, getting that much needed air you were craving for while seated with people you don’t even like. Except for maybe Chrissy and Elliot. You just stood there, thinking being alone would help you but, as the silence continues- you just find your mind wondering back to a certain person. ‘Wish I was with Eddie instead’ you thought. God knows how much you miss silent times with Eddie. Believe it or not, Eddie can shut his mouth sometimes. He isn’t exactly as loud as he is whenever he’s with the Hellfire. There were times he enjoyed just laying on his bed, with his arms wrapped around you, staring at the trailer’s dirty ceiling.

As much as you dreaded to return to people who you only pretend to like, you had no other choice- you wanted a distraction and this was just it. Again, you silently walked up the stairs, hearing them laugh. You thought they were just laughing at each other’s stories again but, you stopped halfway when you heard a name. A name that never left you to find peace. “-Eddie.”

You knew that maybe it was just the usual ‘bring other’s down so we can feel better about ourselves’ thing that popular people tend to do. But no, you didn’t expect to find answers that explains the sudden break-up between you and Eddie. “Right! Like, I thought after our little talk with the freak, he’s still gonna swallow up his pride and stay with (Y/N). But, I guess we got it thru his head that they don’t belong together.” You heard a girl say.

“Wait- wait, so can you actually describe what happened? You talked? With the freak?” It was Andy’s turn to question, evident to his tone that he was frowning. Quickly followed by Jason, answering instead “Nah, we just went and explained that maybe… (Y/N) deserved better, ya know? Not that we actually care but, we can’t have OUR kind having connections, romantic or friendly, connections with the outcasts. It will ruin us! And I believe, we did (Y/N) a favor. She was once a lost soul, and we just saved her ass from being sacrificed to the devil.” There’s that joke, that running joke about Eddie being Satan’s disciple. If only they knew that Eddie’s better than all of them, not that they will ever admit that- but at least some people knew. You knew.

After hearing them laugh at your ex, it made you sick in the stomach. How could you ever thought that maybe you’d get along with them one day? Once again, you were so wrong about the people in Hawkins. Some people just don’t deserve a second chance.

It felt like ages before you realized what was happening- THEY were the reason why Eddie broke up with you. You were angry, no, you were furious. You could go up to them now, maybe even slap Jason’s smug face off, but you couldn’t. Deep inside you knew that wouldn’t be ideal, at least not for now. Your last game to cheer on, is in two days. You couldn’t find it in yourself to ruin (almost) everyone’s favorite event in Hawkins High, because if you confront them now- it’s for sure that hell will break loose. You were not that selfish, unlike those people. So, you decided to play pretend again, pretend you actually tolerate their kind. Then after the game, you’ll tell them to go fuck themselves. That was your plan.

You waited for another minute to pass before fully going upstairs, greeting them with one of your fake smiles. “Hi! Sorry I took so long to get our drinks, Jason. It’s just that uh… my mom called. She said she wanted me back like uh… right now. Says she needs me for something. So uh, sorry I have to go home early.” You almost threw the canned beer at Jason’s face, but you managed to refrain yourself from doing so. ‘Not today (Y/N), the day will come’ you promised yourself. You’d make him pay one of these days.

“You need a ri-“ before Elliot finished his sentence, you were down and running towards the door. You were still upset and didn’t want anyone near you, not even the most tolerable person in the basketball team.

You spent the remaining days, before the game, thinking on how you’d approach Eddie. Now that you knew, you want- NEED to talk to him. You were not gonna let this go so easy, not like the first time you thought Eddie’s deciding for himself. He was just provoked by some asshole who thinks he runs the whole school. You couldn’t let Eddie go, not again. Not after what you heard. You hoped that there was still a chance. You think that maybe you can convince Eddie that you don’t want anyone but him.

It’s finally game day. You never thought the day would come that you’d be wearing contacts. These past few days, with what you learned- plus your eye sight demanding for a better vision; gave you massive headaches. So, your mom convinced you to try and give contacts a second chance, hoping it would lessen your headaches too.

It’s game day, also your final cheer in Hawkins. You gave it your all, cheering and dancing your heart out. Of course, you didn’t know but, as usual- Eddie sat in the darkest corner. He couldn’t miss your last performance, he couldn’t miss the last time he’d be able to see you like this.

You were still standing near the bleachers after your routine, trying to get used to the contacts by looking far ahead of you. And that’s when you locked eyes with someone. That someone being the one and only Eddie Munson. What he didn’t expect, was to lock eyes with you. ‘Fuck! Is she staring at me? No, no, couldn’t be’ Eddie thought, he was confident you wouldn’t be able to see him. With his eyes still wide, he tried to look elsewhere, slightly scratching the back of his neck, pretending he didn’t just catch your gaze.

You felt a familiar lump in your throat, the same lump that kept hunting you for months of trying not to cry- about the guy who’s now acting oblivious in front of you. “Eddie…?” you whispered only to yourself, still not believing that he came to watch you again. Call yourself assuming but, you knew Eddie never had a reason to go to a basketball game before you. You were frozen at the spot, your eyes following the man’s retreating figure. Wait… retreating figure? You then realized that Eddie’s making his way down the bleachers, trying to desperately get away from you, again. Sitting at the last column made it easier for Eddie to go down and straight out the doors leading to the hallway.

You quickly ran towards the same door that Eddie wen thru. There was no time to waste, this was your chance, maybe the only chance you’d get to talk to Eddie again. You reached the hallway and saw Eddie’s back turned to you, he was resting an arm against one of the lockers. Eddie’s heart was racing so fast, not from the way he quickly ran to avoid you but, from the fact that you just saw him. ‘She saw me holy fuc-‘ his thoughts soon interrupted by you, calling his name. “Jesus Christ!” His arm that was resting- separated from the locker when his whole body literally jumped, spooked when you spoke. That’s another thing he didn’t expect, he didn’t expect you to follow him. So, hearing you almost scared him to death; aside from the fact that he got surprised by your voice, it was none other than YOUR voice.

He had no other choice but to face you- he had been wishing to see your face up close again but, not this way. Not when he didn’t know what to tell you now that you’re near him. Eddie never thought he’d talk to you, maybe if he did knew, he would’ve at least practiced some lines in front of the mirror.

“HI! No wait- I didn’t mean for that to come off so… aggressive…” he trailed off. ‘Yeah man, way to go Eddie’ he silently cursed. It’s been months okay, he didn’t know how to act around you anymore. You slowly came closer, swallowing before asking “Why… why were you at the game?” you just needed an answer before fully committing into telling him you now knew why he broke your relationship off.

“I uh… like basketball?” Eddie had never been a good liar, he was also aware of that. So, before you could reply and comment on his obvious lie- he just said the first thing that came into mind “You sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind you talking to me?” now that shocked you, where the hell did Eddie got that idea?

“Wha- Boyfriend?! Eddie what are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know, the guy you hugged last game?” He scoffed, remembering the bitter sight he saw last time he went to watch you.

“Last game? Who did I hug last gam- You mean Elliot?! Wait! LAST GAME? You were also there?” At this point, you were flabbergasted. Eddie might have accidentally admitted that he’s been watching the recent games and it gave you the little tiniest bit of hope.

“Oh wow! Also an E- didn’t know you had a type (Y/N).” Eddie cocked his head to the side, saying it with pure sarcasm while smiling- a smile that’s not an indication of happiness. You did NOT expect that this will be your first conversation after months and it irritated you. “Eddie, me and Elly are not-“

“AND a nickname too! That sounds just like my name! This is great, so fantastic, sweetheart!” Eddie’s jealousy turned into frustration, an obvious one, as he raised both of his arms, bent in a way you’d think he was shrugging but that’s just Eddie letting out his frustration with his dramatic expressions. “Will you please stop cutting me off?! You didn’t give me a chance to talk last time! Now, I’m the one who’s gonna talk and you better listen to me Edward!” You’ve had enough of Eddie’s attitude, now it’s your turn to corner him against the lockers and tell him everything.

“Me and that guy you’re jealous of- are nothing BUT friends. I hugged him because he’s the only guy I felt comfortable with after you left me and avoided me as if I had some type of- some type of disease! I couldn’t even go near the Hellfire club! You avoided me like you hate me so much but then watch me in what? In every god fucking game there is after we broke up! I don’t understand what you want me to do Eddie. You’ve left me confused!” This felt familiar, but now the roles were reversed. You were now the one leaving Eddie speechless. Your eyes were hurting and your vision’s all blurry. Tears in your eyes made the contacts burn but you didn’t care. You were pouring your heart out to Eddie.

“Why? Why didn’t you just tell me that Jason and his stupid- his stupid friends told you something that made you decide for the both of us?” You were trying to choke out the words but, it was getting harder for you to talk. Beyond your tears, you saw Eddie looked down in shame for a moment, his fingers fiddling with his rings- a nervous mannerism of Eddie that you learned when you were dating.

He finally looked up to you, his own eyes filling with tears. “Because they were right (Y/N)! You deserve be-“

“Enough with the I deserve better bullshit Eddie! That’s not your decision to make, that was supposed to be MY choice and you took-“ You started accusingly pointing your index finger on Eddie’s chest “-you took that away the moment you broke up with me. You know damn well that my choice is always gonna be you. It’s always gonna be you Eddie. You can’t stop me now, not like you did before. Because I still love you, and I know you still love me too unless you miraculously started liking basketball that’s why you-“

And the moment you and Eddie were waiting for, happened. To feel each other’s lips again. Your hand that was tapping against Eddie’s chest was stopped by his own hand. He was holding yours to his chest, near his heart, as if to let you know that you were still the beat of it. Eddie’s eyes were closed but yours were surprised. His free arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer, tightening it each second, afraid to ever let you go again.

His tongue licked your lower lip, asking permission to enter. That’s when you closed your eyes and brought him closer- if that was even still possible. While your tongue moved with Eddie’s- he gently pressed your back against the lockers, his kiss was getting a bit aggressive; making up for the months he wasted moping around instead of doing this with you. Finally, both of you were out of breath.

Eddie rested his forehead against yours, last time he did, it did not end well- but this time? It was a new beginning as he said “ ‘Course I still love you sweetheart. What can I say? It was my mistake for letting you go. I- I never should’ve listened to those assholes, now I just wasted time that was supposed to be ours. Sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you?” Other people would assume that Eddie could never be defined as ‘soft’ and ‘gentle’- but this was your Eddie. He’s handling you like a fragile object against him as he hugged both of his arms around, resting his chin on top of your head.

With your faced pressed on his chest, you managed to mumble out “You already did, Eddie. Now, promise me we’ll leave together? For real this time?” You felt the vibration of his “MmHmm.”

He moved to gently lift your chin with his finger, one of his cold rings brushing on you, as he looked down to meet your eyes. “You think that- after that hot make out sesh in the middle of the hallway… I’m letting you go?” He chuckled “Yeah, no can do, sweetheart. I, guarantee you, that you’re now stuck- again- with Eddie the Banished!” There he goes again with his dramatic monologues, you thought but- it only made you smile as you look up to him, admiring him while posing like a total nerd- fist closed, arm extended up in the air with the other arm wrapped around you.

You were about to lean in and kiss him again when the doors to your right burst open, loud victorious screams were heard before it stopped, ‘Oh righhhht, the game’ which both you and Eddie totally forgot- now you’ve got the rest of the cheerleaders and the basketball team staring at the both of you; in a very promising position.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck? Is this freak bothering you again?” Jason stepped forward, ready to show his friends that he’s gonna be the ‘hero’ of the day again. “Actually no, I don’t think my boyfriend, will ever bother me. What ya’ think Eddie?”

“No, no, I don’t think I do bother you, sweetheart. Considering that we just finished MAKING OUT in the HALLWAY” Eddie made sure to emphasize the words ‘making out’ and ‘hallway’ which made you laugh. And, the look of your former teammates was priceless. It’s just the usual disgusted looks but, it was better than their fake smiles and greetings.

“You’re throwing your life away (Y/N), You’re really gonna go back to this los-“ a girl started but immediately gasped when you held your middle finger up to her. “Yes, and I, quit. I mean, it was the last game but yeah. Go fuck yourselves!” You held a sweet but sarcastic smile. Your hand making its way towards Eddie’s, to intertwine them.

As you walk away from the crowd, “You fre-!” You and Eddie heard Jason started, so you turn around, ready to deal with another drama scene when you saw Jason had his fist up in the air, ready to swing at Eddie- when someone punched Jason hard. On the face. His nose bleeding. Oh shit it’s bleeding. “That’s what you get for being an asshole, you had it coming mate. Not sorry.” You looked at Elliot, who punched Jason by the way. You mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to him. Elliot nodded to both Eddie and you- before walking to the opposite direction. Also leaving the toxic people behind.

You were able to breathe again, finally that’s over. “Hey… sorry for the accusation earlier. I was just, y’know, kind of jealous? But he’s cool, he’s cool.” Eddie shyly admitted, you smiled at your boyfriend, taking his fidgeting hands. “S’kay, at least I got you back now.” You continued to walk down the hallway with Eddie, hands still together.

Eddie then asked you a question he’s been meaning to ask since you two made up. “So, princess… since we’re uhm, together again…”

“What is it, Eddie?”

“Can the fair maiden, join me, in today’s Hellfire campaign?” Eddie smiled as he heard you squeal from excitement. He sure missed his favorite player and you with your one and only dungeon master.

You were so glad to have him back, now stronger than ever. Eddie will never make the same mistake again, not when you showed him everyday that you needed him as much as he needed you.

You never deserved better, because Eddie Munson was the best.

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Here's your request! @stormcellarwitch hope you liked it <3

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

hello there! would you be willing to write some hcs for forsaken murderer? :D (lobotomy corp btw)

Ahahaha, I was expecting this request to come up sooner. Who could possibly forget about our local homicidal psycho?

⸸ T-01-54 (The Forsaken Murderer) ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I turned a yangire into a yandere. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

Warning: gore, graphic depiction of blood, hermatolagnia

Contains: auditory hallucinations (canon and fanon), antisocial behavior, sadism

(Don't click if you don't like seeing blood or knives.)

"The researchers wanted to know if innate evil existed. He proved it."

⸸ If one were to ask him if he deserved what he had become—and he had the coherence to understand the question—he would say 'yes'.

⸸ He had murdered, tortured, and found gratification in the suffering of others, and he would gladly do it again should the opportunity for it arise. If it wasn't clear yet, he didn't regret a single thing.

⸸ So, yes. He deserved the inhumane experiments he was put through. However...

⸸ What these 'scientists' did was worse than anything he could have possibly done. In their curiosity, they had turned him into an Abnormality, a creature doomed to live for all of eternity, trapped within the hellscape that was the human mind.

⸸ Even more amusing was how they try to cover up their monstrosity with the excuse of helping humanity. 'The search for a cure', they call it.

"They didn't even know what they were trying to cure, so were they really any better than him?"

⸸ As a human, he already hated everything. Hatred fueled his existence, but ever since those scientists 'saved' him from death row, Lobotomy Corporation began to hold a very special place in his corrupted heart.

⸸ His darling, whoever unfortunate soul they were, won't be exempt from his undiscriminating bloodlust.

⸸ After all...only a thin line existed between hatred and love, and for someone who had lost themselves a long time ago, the two weren't even distinguishable anymore.

⸸ See how he loves Instinct work with low level employees? I imagine it would work the same way with his darling. To be looked at with fear was just the stroke needed for his withering mind.

⸸ Any rational person would know that he was incapable of hurting anyone with all the restraints put on him. Still, it helps to know that he could still incite fear into those around him. It helps

⸸ Attachment work is fine. He used to be human after all (even if his idea of 'bonding' seems problematic). But the moment they get too comfortable, the moment they even look at him with pity...

⸸ The metallic ringing in his head would return. The voices would speak much louder than the warning trumpets playing throughout the entire facility, and in his delusion, he wouldn't even realize that he had breached.

⸸ The true tragedy of this story was that his darling thought they were safe just because he felt any sort of affection for them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Of all the Abnormalities, he's probably the one I liked less ever since Ruina came out. His flavour text in LoR made him look softer and tragic rather than 'bloodthirsty' and 'maniacal'.

But, just for the sake of complying with what I interpret as the canon Forsaken Murderer, I still tried to make him somewhat sympathetic.

[noritoshiikamo]

Hey um can I make a request for K and H for Nsfw alphabet for Sukuna.. plz🥺.. if if the requests still open. (I'm over 21 btw)

18+ minors dni, tw: mention of kinks send in “character + letters from here” for some random headcanons H- hot (What’s something slightly unusual that they find hot about you?) K- kinks (What kinks do they have?)

H- hot (What’s something slightly unusual that they find hot about you?)

he secretly has altocalciphilia - he loves seeing you in heels

the way you have so many of it hidden in the depth of your closet

the one with laces up your calf, the one with kitten heels, the one with no heels but still function like one, the long boots with thin heels, a worn out red bottoms and cheap one you got online, he likes them all

he isn't exactly picky with colours too with the most common colour of heels you have is black and the most unique colour you have your wardrobe is the rose gold heels with detail flowering at the heels that make you look like a queen

now wouldn't that be fitting of him, the king of curses.

he has no idea the reasoning behind it

maybe it the way it elongated your legs especially when paired with skirt for easy access

maybe its the way you looked slightly vulnerable in the tall heels, driving his need to act as a protector or predator which ever he was feeling at the moment

when you sit across him, twirling the loose strain of your hair while gently running your heeled feet along his calf, he could feel all his blood rushed to his cock

he thinks with his cock whenever hes around you

which ever it is, if he caught you wearing heels, its staying on whether he's pressing you against the wall, over the counter or on the bed.

he's weird like that

K- kinks (What kinks do they have?)

we are talking about sukuna, like toji, this man is hard to pinpoint what he isn't into

hes a dominant, don't ever dare bring up the idea of him being submissive if you dont wanna be put back in your place

okay okay lets go back to say his glory days where he has four hands, four eyes, two mouth and two di-

i feel like he would be into monster fucking

LISTEN LISTEN TO MY ARGUMENT, i'm 100% into it and he is too. just sukuna putting you on his belly, while he's busy kissing you, his arms held you in place as his pointy tipped tongue ravished your cunt.

four arms; one in your hair tugging your head, one on your waist gripping meanly on the fleshy skin, another on your tiddies and his last hand prodding on the sensitive folds between your ass

im projecting, i wanna be monster fucked by sukuna

back to modern days, i feel like sukuna is into a little bit of everything

he loves degrading and praising the fuck out of you while you bounce on his cock, he knows it very well how his deep, hoarse voice got you squirming and wet and he will use it against you

"you look so good bouncing on my cock, human."

"do you think you deserve my cum in your cunt?"

"good girls don't cum without my permission. bad girls like you should just be used as a cum dump."

"if you cum again, i'll punish you harder."

dacryphilia *drops mics* he also enjoys the way tears stream down your face as he bottomed in you with urgency, or the way you held your gags with tears as he rammed his cock roughly in your throat

when he kissed your cheeks and it tasted salty he would chuckled in satisfaction

even with a lot of lubes, your ass still feels tight to him, he enjoyed the way you got all choked up and teary eyes as he split your ass apart

he would definitely find anal pleasurable, a hole is just a hole anyway

cockwarming especially on his throne in his domain

he will give you the most irrelevant task with irrelevant excuses

"there's a hole in my robe, sew it."

okay so holes in his robe as an excuse to stand in front of you half naked, and since he's half naked he preferred his domain where you would sat on his laps

it wasn't suspicious until he toyed with the hem of your skirt, you realised you're in his trap, "sukuna," you warned, pulling the thread and needle on the torn edges but he ignored your plead. his hand sneaked to push aside your panties and a chuckle escaped his lips when he realised you are actually wet, your face warmed up.

when he hoisted you up, you could feel his hardened cock resting against the valley of your ass and with defeated sigh, you spread you legs wider where he slipped so easily inside

"since when are you turned on by domesticated me?" you gasped at the feeling of your walls stretching, before you could bounce, he gripped tightly on your waist

his brows shot up, "oh we aren't fucking."

it was fucking torturous for you but he enjoyed the suffering look on your face when he accidentally cough or shifted on his seat, driving his cock deeper in your dripping cunt

he would definitely enjoy breath play as part of his edge play kink, just watching you desperately clawing on his hand that's bruising your throat as he pounded into you, he never let you pass out on him, but he liked the way fear flashes in your eyes

consensual nonconsent, controversial but with proper understanding and mutual negotiation where you taught him boundaries and safe word, he actually enjoyed it. it's a combination of many kinks; power play, roleplaying, vulnerability, public sex he's into all

rutting in you while you fast asleep, listening to your sleepy moans and gasps as he gripped tightly on your ass about to fill you with his cum

"run because if i get you, i will fuck you right then, i don't fucking care where we are, you better run fast."

a little predator/prey which is why you tended to avoid picnic at park in particular because boy, sukuna does get hard as he tried to trace your scent and tracks while you try to put as much distance between you two and believe him when he said he will fuck you instantly

there's so many times where they got risked of getting caught fucking in the secluded part of the forest, he won't even try to cover your mouth, he lives of your desperate cries of his name

i think it goes without saying but men with power go hands in hands with breeding kink

he doesn't exactly want you pregnant (god he has survived 1000 years without a child he's not about to make an exception now) but the idea and risk behind him filling your cunt with cum got him lightheaded

the way your ass held apart by your hands as you hoisted it up, drippling down both of your abused holes, he couldn't help it but to scoop it back in with his cock, fucking it right back it ignoring your clear overstimulated body

god i can just talk and justified over any kinks into sukunas thing im just projecting rn

honorable mention: face fucking, food play yum yum, gags, bondage and impact play

[knifelesbianjo]

i have more to say actually. hi ivi love you <3 okay so. i think one of the reasons that later seasons arent hitting as well in terms of comedy (for me, at least), is that the antics are largely off screen. they allude of antics and dont SHOW us them as much as they used to. instead we are getting more episodes of them bonding as a group. and while i think this takes away from the comedy, it is definitely intentional and i think it is more proof of. how they are intentionally moving towards more meaningful story lines. i am thinking specifically of the charlies dad ireland episodes where mac gets to be gay, dennis is sick, and charlie gets one of thee most heart wrenching moments in the entire show. the antics are lessening and its SO meaningful. even the poop bit is somewhat meaningful (i hate saying that) because it's proof that frank is aging and i kind of hope they have an episode about it. not just frank-antics (frantics, if you will). GOD I WANT A MEANINGFUL DEE EPISODE SOOOOO BAD. the women and gays deserve a good dee episode soooooo badly. i want her to kill someone like. okay now i am writing fanfiction here. i want an episode to open on her covered in blood with a comically huge knife (blood on her face and mouth as a call back to the cannibal episode maybe?) and the gang thinks she murdered someone, but in the end its actually because she ate a girl out on her period and they had some kinky knifeplay sex. manifesting it. ummmmm. what else can i burden you with. thats it. for now. (threat)

hii Jess, love you too <3 and putting this under a cut bc it got too long

okay this is very interesting and I think you're probably right, tho i can't actually properly comment on it bc i haven't really analyzed the show as a whole to see the actual difference that you mention, bc they did also make emotional and bonding episodes in the past, but i agree that I do think the show is getting more serious and more about the feelings of the characters, bc I feel like even if they don't have an intention of ending right now, they know they are getting to an end and so it's time to start seeing the impact of the things they have lived. It's time to finally go somewhere (like it's insane that they did the Charlie's dad thing, that was an unresolved plot since s2!!!!! since the beginning!!! and they closed it!!!) they are literally bringing their recurring themes to the surface, and so macdennis.

and I so I do think we will see also the meaningful side of frank and dee, and it is gonna make me cry. (btw 'frantics' hello I love your brain skdjskd)

now I don't have much thoughts about frank (tho I would argue that we have started seeing his emotional side with the whole charlie thing) but I do about dee (my love 😍). Now objectively I think Dee's plot is going to be about acting, something will happen that will get her to realize she has to stop trying to be an actress, and that process will also be about her need of approval. I don't think she's going to get 'fixed' (there's nothing to fix, she's perfect) but it will be about dealing with all that. That's my bet, but i'm open to them surprising me, it would not be the first time. Now what do I want from Dee's plot?? lesbianism. kissing a girl will fix dee!!!! and also it will drive mac and dennis (for different reasons) INSANE, so the comical potential is right there!! like people always talk about 'how gay the show is' and only mention the guys (bc yeah they are gay) and dee gets ignored when she has a very clear queercoding that drives me insane!!! like she wants to kiss women so bad it makes her look stupid, bc she's also stupid and doesn't know she wants to kiss women!!!! I'm kicking and biting just by thinking this, rcg stop being so stupid!!!! 🔪🔪

and so in relation to all this, HELLO I LOVE YOUR IDEA!!!! first I'm so much more into the joke being that dee (or Charlie btw) is a killer than dennis, so this is already perfect. and second just your brain!!! the call back to the cannibalism, the idea of the whole thing happening bc they just don't talk to her and ask her but go behind her back to unravel everything, the knife!!! and obviously the lesbianism!! and also love that as a way of revealing the queer dee plot, like I love it being a big deal for dee bc it's important, but also it would be hilarious if she has just always known but never like commented it of made a big deal of it bc she knows the gang doesn't care kskdkdjdkd

[atherix0]

HII yes i'm here to talk about chapter three of midnight ambush!! :D murderous intent mumbo<3 protective mumbo<3 he's everything to me<3 my man was immediately ready to get up and go kill the vampire who dared to hurt scar lmaoo. it's so cute that his urge to protect grian and scar is stronger than his rage and will for revenge, he's so sweet even when he's all (murder and violence scary vampire instincts). AND HE THINKS OF THEM AS HIS COVEN. I'M NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS. and of course grian has to try really hard to covince scar that yes, mumbo got all protective because scar got hurt. oblivious little guy . mumbo: i would literally kill for scar scar: i don't think mumbo sees me as a part of his coven tbh and grian has to deal with it as always . plus the mental image of grian trying to stop both mumbo, who's five seconds away from going after a supercharged vampire lord because she hurt scar, and scar, who is weak from injuries and trying to stand up and falling over..... world's most disastrous throuple<3 none of them are functional, they match<3 also . scar getting flustered when grian called him out on his crush on mumbo :3 yeah sure, you're not obsessed at all scar. not even a little. totally. hehe "(Scar won’t be here in twenty years.)" THAT'S EVIL . DO YOU WANT ME DEAD. ahh thinking about how hard it must be for all of them to deal with. like the knowledge that the person you love is gonna die and there's nothing you can do about it:( i'm looking at the angst with a happy ending in the description really intensely right now of course they got the hair routine wrong lmaoo . but they tried! maybe scar can teach them how to do it properly one day :3 he's their elf now after all. not officially yet but still . grian and mumbo took one look at scar and decided that they need to care for him forever now bc he will never do it properly himself and someone has to. i love when they all take care of each other btw, they're so sweet thay make me<3333 ohh btw more random thoughts, neptune by sleeping at last is such a midnight!scar song . the lyrics are soo scar vibes, i've thought about him when i was listening to it today, the brainrot is really strong

Hiii I have gotten home now and can answer without getting lost <3

Yessss I love him so much <3 It would have been ON SIGHT <3 Yes he's such a good Lord boyfriend/future boyfriend, need to protect his bird and his Elf <3 And it's so important to me that Mumbo even tho he has Vampire Rage moments will always prioritize Grian and Scar's safety so <3 YESSSS it's ALSO rly important to me that Mumbo forms his own Coven in direct contrast with the Covens they're fighting <3 hhhhjgjdf Scar has so much baggage/trauma it was so hard for him to accept his son loves him I s2g he <3 He thinks he's unlovable </3

HAHA it's accurate and Grian is just on the side like "what do you MEAN-"

They're dysfunctional in the best ways possible <3 Grian digging his heels in and having absolutely no chance of stopping an angry Vampire and Scar leaping up just to immediately crash to the floor because he's lost so much blood <3 They're all disasters and I love them so much-

Scar will literally break the law for Mumbo, and Mumbo (and Grian) only, and then turn around and claim he does not love the man smh he deserves to be called out <3

MWAHAHAHAHA I cackled when I wrote that <3 As time goes on it'll only get harder especially when it all starts catching up with him and Grian realizes something coughcoughcxough um anyway- YES don't worry it's angst with a happy ending <3 Specifically happy, not bittersweet <3 Don't worry <3 It may be open-ended but there'll be a few avenues hjfsdlkds <3

They tried and Scar appreciated the effort <3 👀👀👀 Scar teaching them how he takes care of his hair <3 hhhhgh frikkin- I wanna write the hairbrushing scene so badly because that alone is so big for Scar jkfsjkdfkjds I also look forward to Grian and Mumbo standing there staring down some idiot daring to flirt with Scar in front of them because they're both possessive mofos lmao Taking care of each other because they don't take care of themselves <3 they all care so much more about each other and have to learn how to love themselves too hjglkfsdgjkdfs they're helping each other heal and that's so hhhhh <3 I love relationships that lift each other up <3

I would like you to know that I have been listening to this song on REPEAT now, it is SUCH a Midnight!Scar song holy cows, I really need to continue writing and not analyzing a song for why it fits Midnight!Scar to a T hhh-

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.