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Omg!!!! I loved it! " jewel of wool's orphanage" is such an amazing idea, and I love that you made regulus a metamorphmagus! I know for a fact that he will abuse the hell out of that perk, just imagine him getting pissed at someone then turning into them and doing something bad to get them in trouble
Omg this is amazing!!
I don't wanna be too demanding but please
Part4! Part4! Part4! part4! part4! part4! part4!
They took his Doll away.
Tom is trying to remember what happened after Regulus' hair turned red but his recollection of the event is spotty.
He knows there was lots of screaming- done mainly by Mrs. Cole- and a bright flash that left him disorientated for a few hours. He recalled a strange word "Obliviate" before the flash, and he suspects it had something to do with his faulty memory.
Tom knows something happened, even if no one else in the orphanage can claim the same. None of them seem aware that they have all collectively lost their memories or that one of their own was taken by two men.
Men whose faces he can not describe or explain why they were looking for his Doll. If he thinks hard enough, he can make out some details, like one of them was in an expensive green and silver suit while the other wore one with a bunch of sewed patches.
A rich and poor man. What could such men want with Regulus? Why had they taken him?
He could even make out the shape of the chins and the noses, but any further than that gave him a splitting headache. He tried to ignore it, tried so hard to remember what the two men looked like, but the pain knocked him unconscious before he found any more clues.
Tom knows he launched himself at Regulus, clinging to the toddler while the kneeling man tried to lift the little boy in his arms. One of the men had thrown him on the ground, but not before Tom could scratch his arm until the man's arm bleed.
Tom had managed to snatch Regulus' arm and tried to free him. He can recall tiny feet kicking against the chest that had the six-year-old trap, but then an invisible force had thrown him to the wall at the far end of the hall.
There are holes, but he remembers watching Regulus' beautiful face break down in distress, a little hand reaching out to Tom as his hair turns a sorrowful blue.
Regulus' scream echoed the sound of Tom's head heading the bricks.
Mrs. Cole had already been lying on the ground by then- he's not sure when she stopped screaming or why she had been unconscious, but he didn't care. She never mattered to him.
What did matter was the little boy screaming for him, but Tom had been busy fighting the dark spots appearing in his sight to really do anything to help. He had tried to stand with his little strength; it just wasn't enough.
Regulus was crying, Tom thinks, tears of anger or sadness he couldn't really tell, as he stared at Tom in horror seconds before the man raised a stick, and the flash happened.
When Tom came to, his Doll was gone, and so were hours of his memory.
He's missing hours, about five.
Tom recalls having Regulus in his lap around ten that morning, then waking up in the hallway at three forty-seven with no idea how he got there and no idea why Mrs. Cole was napping a few feet away.
The two had been looking at something- a book? A toy?- someone had come into their room to warn them- what about? Who was the warning for?- And then the men in the hallway watching black strands turn ruby red.
Flashes of time with Regulus that fateful day but more is needed for Tom to find what is his and bring him home. It tormented Tom and kept him locked away in his room the following days as he tried to find Regulus.
He even tried asking around town to the places where Regulus was famous for making Mrs. Cole look good, but no one could remember him well. Those that did, started to forget detail rapidly as if they hadn't seen Regulus in years rather than the weeks he went missing.
By the two-month mark, Regulus had been completely forgotten by everyone but Tom. Fearing that the memory loss would affect him too. He had started to pin little notes along his wall, for any details of his Doll, just in case
Soon his room was covered in notes, memories, and drawings of Regulus. Every open spot had something to do with his Doll and his disappearance, leaving no room for decoration. He bought yarn to mark connections between his notes, zig-zagging all that. Tom had to duck and turn his head a certain way just to leave his room.
He only left it for food and his chores.
The worst part of this was that no one else was worried like Tom is.
None of the orphans or the staff seem to realize that Regulus was ever a part of the Wools.
Regulus was the jewel of the orphanage. The only good thing about this horrible place for three whole years.
Why were they all acting like he never existed? Billy still had the bunny bed Regulus made him, Sally still wore the ribbons in the same braids Regulus did for her, Nurse Jane still sang the same strange lullabies Regulus had made, and none of them could remember Regulus.
They all looked at him like he was insane for mentioning his missing roommate. There were harsh whispers about his room and the contents on the walls dedicated to a boy who didn't exist.
They thought him mad.
Tom didn't know what to do.
Maybe he was insane.
Billy had gently told him sometimes lonely people make up imaginary friends but that he wouldn't have to do that anymore. Billy, for some reason, wasn't scared of him anymore, even when Tom was mean to him on purpose.
The other orphan now looked at him with something far worse than fear- he looked at him with empathy.
Tom tried to reinstall fear into him in between breaks of looking for any clues on Regulus, but it never worked.
He would only hug Tom until the boy couldn't hold it in and broke into tears. He doesn't know why he cried so much. He just knows that every day that passed without Regulus felt like his chest was slowly caving in.
Billy told him it was grief, the kind he had felt the day his parents and sister burned in a mysterious fire, but Tom didn't want to accept this feeling as mourning.
Because if he was mourning, it meant he would never see Regulus again, which was unacceptable. Billy didn't mind, nodding and listening to Tom restating everything there was to know about Regulus for the twelfth time.
He sometimes spent the night in Tom's room, helping him pin up new color strings once Tom gained a new theory.
He would almost claim to like the rabbit pet owner if he didn't think Regulus was Tom's imaginary friend. Just a little.
A year later, when Tom finally lost hope of ever seeing his Doll again when he started to feel his memories slipping through his fingers like falling sand, a strange man came to the orphanage.
Albus Dumbledore looked at Tom's room, all strings leading to the word Men in strange suits and Obliviate cards in the middle before his eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry for your loss, my boy. It's never easy to lose love this way."
So it was true. Regulus was kidnapped by those men and likely killed. At least that is what the professor claimed as many magical children in the muggle world were being targetted by a man named Grindelwald in recent years
Apparently, he was a Dark Lord searching for something called Obscurial, and he had taken children to try to force one of them into it. When they failed to become this being of power, Grindelwald had them killed.
The kidnapping that Tom described fit his preferred methods to a t.
Tom burst into tears and did not stop even when told he was a wizard. What was the point of him being magic when he still lost Regulus?
What point did life have any more? Professor Dumbledore promised that Tom would find the answer at Hogwarts, and even offered to ask his brother to take him in, until they were sure Wool's was safe from Grindelwald but Tom refused.
Wool's was all he had left of Regulus now.
Billy helped him make a grave for Regulus a day before he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and he swore to write to him. He was the only one to walk Tom to the train, so he allowed the other boy to hug him goodbye.
Tom was never one for faith, but he prayed Regulus would watch over Billy while he was away.
He also prayed Regulys would watch him put Grindelwald into the ground. Because he would be coming for that rat's head, and no one was going to get in his way.
His Doll would be avenged.
#hpdabbles#The jewel of Wool's orphanage#Part 3#Memory charms#The charm may have done something to Tom's head#hp fanfcition#time travel#Tom and Billy friendship#Dumbledore may have made things worst#or better?#Tom's pov
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woa!! 2 AM synthipost!! (it will happen again)
anyways I can't sleep and it's a school night so I think it's a good time to ramble about an AU me and my friend have together!! (and I really want to start posting about because they're silly!!!!)
we're talking CUSTOM!AU BABYYYY
[Edit by yours truly, Tom's design belongs to EZM !!]
[Edd and Matt design also belongs to yours truly!]
Custom!AU was co-created by me and my (platonic) husband EZM !! (check them out on YT, they make cool content!!), starting out as a simple silly roleplay over in the Eddsworld RP game on ROBLOX! I was.. Definitely not expecting it to turn into a full fledged AU with lore, but here we are!
The AU revolves around two things! One being Clone Theory and the other being the Multiverse! Their main issue at the moment is the clones, who have definitely screwed their lives over a bunch..
Currently in lore, Red Leader (Clord) has begun his attempt to take over the UK, having already taken over a few surrounding countries such as Norway, Sweden, Finland and (I think) France. Not fun at all!
I'll definitely talk more about it later, but I feel like this is enough for now!! :3
#eddsworld#matt ew#tom ew#edd ew#eddsworld au#custom au#clone theory#cant believe this all started with a tom reject clone and edd eddsworld being silly billies#now theyre all sad and silly#edd and matts friendship is iffy at the moment#matt doesnt like edd at the moment#some people MIGHT be gay
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I'm a perfect All-American Bitch
Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is many things. Some might be good, some might be bad. Some might mean nothing at all. But at the core, she's a Naval Aviator. And Naval Aviators have to come from somewhere.
or-
The fic in which I give Phoenix a backstory because TG;M gave us NOOOTHING
chapter one of this bad boy is out. im giving nat a backstory ! this fic will be in five parts so stay tuned!
#leafies top gun stuff#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun 1986#topgun#leafies writing fr#top gun movie#natasha phoenix trace#halo and phoenix friendship#billy fritz avalone#callie halo shen#callie halo bassett#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw
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how are there almost no nancy/heather fics out there? I feel like that’s a gold mine that we are grossly overlooking.
#nancy wheeler#heather holloway#stranger things#I know they never interacted#so????#I’m thinking about heather maybe coming by the hawkins post to eat lunch with her dad#but he’s almost always on the phone or in a meeting when she stops by so she ends up eating alone in her car or in the break room#and nancy starts to notice this and starts joining her#and together they shit talk tom holloway#because he’s a shit dad and an even shittier boss#they bond over their similar upbringings being raised by parents who never seemed to love each other that act like they live a perfect life#they actually get each other and for the first time it doesn’t feel like they’re talking to a wall#it’s slow going#nancy is still with jonathan and heather is helplessly pining over billy#(good luck there babe lol)#but eventually down the line their friendship sparks into something more#the slowest of slow burns that includes the two of them coming into themselves and their sexuality and realizing that they don’t need to#pretend to be perfect like their parents#just give me the ‘kill all men’ wlw duo that is these two#I know I always say enemies to lovers is the best but friends to lovers is equally as good!!
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LIVE LAUGH, SCREAM! | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. where one comment could lead into an internet feud between tom blyth and yn avocot, resulting in them falling inlove ?!
author’s note. [ THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE YN AND TOM STARTED DATING ] thank you to the nonnie that said yn gives off scream vibes bc they’re the reason i even made this post in the first place! 🤭
installment of this au | read for context
ynuser scream bts (you’re welcome!)
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jennaortega did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
➥ jackchampion no but it might’ve when she stabbed u in the movie
➥ ynuser JACK 😭😭
user1 jenna flirting, jack teasing, I LOVE THIS CAST YOUR HONOR
user2 okay but literally your performance was just chefs kiss 😭 PLEASE tell me you’re starting in other movies as well bae
➥ ynuser oh thank you!! im so honored you enjoyed it ❤️ I will get back to you on your question!! 👀
➥ user3 OMGG YN IN ANOTHER FILM WOULD BE KILLER
➥ user4 well actually 🤓☝️ she was one of the ghostface in the film which means she actually was a killer
user5 @/user4 bye
tomblyth amazing film
➥ ynuser thanks
➥ user6 THANKS?? THANKS?! girl that’s tom blyth
➥ ynuser @/user6 who?
user7 no way this girl just asked who tom blyth is
➥ user8 well can u blame her tho?? he’s in like what, billy the kid or whatever? it’s not that known..
➥ user9 nah girl stars in one film and thinks she’s all that 😭
rachelzegler YOU DID SO GOOD GIRL 💕
➥ ynuser rachel my love 😭😭❤️
tomblyth who am I? well now you know
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user10 oh he’s so fine
user11 LMFAOO is this a jab at yn not knowing who you are
user12 show that girl 🤭🤭 she thinks she’s all that after getting one acting gig
➥ user13 y’all are so obsessed with her hello..
ynuser sure. now i know
➥ user14 oh im having so much fun watching all this go down
ynuser more bts because i love scream 6 and so should you!
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tomblyth yeah the movie’s cool and all but how abt i treat you out for dinner?
➥ user15 HELLO???
user16 enemies to lovers era ?
user17 pls lord get these two together
jackchampion say yes to the dinner invite and bring me back steak
➥ ynuser 🤨🤨
➥ jackchampion and a vanilla soda too please
user18 i love jack n yn’s friendship
ynuser and tomblyth both posted a story!
ynuser eating sushi and then putting on some comfy pjs is a great way to spend a day
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user19 the way tom also posted sushi pics very similar to what she’s eating…
➥ user20 WHY IS NOBODY MENTIONING THE MATCHING HOTDOG STORY POSTS AS WELL 😭😭😭
user21 pjs TOGETHER?! im afraid we’ve lost her
user22 everybody knows.. everybody knows
jackchampion splendid way to spend the day
➥ user23 what if it’s jack?? tom and yn don’t even fw each other LOL
➥ user24 true. he did ask her for dinner tho
➥ user25 who wouldn’t? she’s yn.
Eclaté_Mode On this new episode of BTS With Your Favorites, Tom Blyth dishes on his skincare routine, how he keeps himself productive during breaks, and his internet rivalry with actress, Y/N Avocot. Full video linked in bio
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user26 THE WAY HE COMPLIMENTS YN this is definitely enemies to lovers
user27 “me and yn have exciting need to share soon” excuse me
user28 so they inlove or what
user29 yn fell inlove with a brit man it’s over for US
user30 WAIT WHAT DOES HE MEANNNN
tomblyth well surprise. enemies to lovers much?
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ynuser nice pic send me it
user31 WAITT RACHEL HIM AND YN IN A FILM?? did not expect this..
user32 hold awn..
user33 is this confirmation they’re dating
➥ ynuser we aren’t dating.
➥ rachelzegler yet.
➥ user34 RACHEL???
rachelzegler you’re welcome for this crossover, i encouraged both of them to audition for the role
➥ user35 WE LOVE RACHEL ZEGLER
jennaortega take care of my gf 😽
#Coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow angst#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow fanfiction#coriolanus snow x reader#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosbas#the hunger games x reader
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𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader, jamie flatters x fem!actress reader (platonic)
summary : reader is staring in Avatar: The Way of Water and fans sense some things between her and her costar but she’s dating Tom
takes place before tbosas but after season 1 of billy the kid
warnings : mentions of cheating but none actually
a/n : this idea literally came to me out of nowhere but if anyone has done anything similar to this lmk!!!
also bailey bass (face claim for y/n) is aged up to 23! just thought it would be better bc of the age difference between her and tom irl
ynuser Avatar : The Way of Water is out now in theaters!!! 🌊🐚🩵
tagged : @/jamieflatters, @/jackchampion, @/misstrinitybliss, @/britaindalton, @/avatar
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tomblyth ur as beautiful as the waves
↳ ynuser i love you so much ❤️
user1 STOP HER AND TOM ARE SO CUTE
jamieflatters ur the only costar i can spend hours with and not have my social battery drained
❤️ by creator
↳ jackchampion UH HELLO??? WHAT ABOUT ME??
↳ ynuser HEY no fighting!!
user2 uhhhh is no one gonna talk about jamie’s comment???
↳ user3 no literally he wants y/n so bad
rachelzegler you wanna play mermaids??
↳ ynuser YES OMG us fr 🧜🏻♀️🧜🏻♀️
user4 why do i lowkey ship jamie and y/n now???
jackchampion hey who’s the handsome man in the last picture??
↳ ynuser jamie
user5 OHHHHH?????
user6 bro ain’t no way she said JAMIE
user7 doesn’t jamie have a gf??
zoesaldana what a beauty 🩵💚
↳ ynuser love ya momma 🫶🏽
user8 still can’t get over the ‘jamie’
user9 i fear y/n ate u up jack
avatarcastupdates just posted on their story!
ynuserupdates looks like y/n bass and jamie flatters have been together recently 👀 are jamie and y/n more than friends?? if so what happened with tom?
tagged : @/ynuser @/jamieflatters @/tomblyth
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user1 tagging all of them is CRAZYYYY
user2 pls i ship them so bad
user3 doesn’t jamie have a gf???
user4 y/n literally told tom she loved him in her comments
↳ user5 but she also called jamie handsome 😭
↳ user4 yeah to make fun of jack 😭
user6 pls can costars not be friends anymore???
user7 pretty sure jamie’s gf took the first picture…
↳ user8 and tom was with them
ynuser and tomblyth added to their story!
ynuser i went to the oscars??? also my hot date took the last photo
tagged : @/tomblyth
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tomblyth i'm the hot date
↳ynuser yes u are babe
user1 people are so delulu like my parents would NEVER break up
↳ ynuser real
↳ user1 OMG?????
misstrinitybliss you're so pretty
↳ ynuser that's all you lovieeee
user2 i love trinity and y/n's friendship 🥺
user3 she ATE this look uppppp
annna.sophia my loveeeee ❤️🔥
❤️ by creator
user4 momma looks so good
jackchampion queen
❤️ by creator
jennaortega slayed
↳ ynuser ily 💗
jamieflatters tell ur hot date to call me
↳ tomblyth texting u rn
↳ ynuser ummmm???
#tom blyth#tom blyth x reader#tom blyth x you#social media au#coriolanus snow#billy the kid#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ebs writes things!
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facetime call
pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader
summary: you decide to “relax” your body and your best friend almost caught you. this is a second part of this au.
warnings: mentions of past relationships, f!masturbation, suggestive conversations | english’s not my native language | no proofread
genre: friends to lovers
word count: 733
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A few days passed after that “date”, where you and Tom shared the first kiss and confessed to each other. You feared your friendship might change after that, but actually it was going pretty well, at least for you. Tom still texted you, sending you memes and making facetime calls. The feeling was amazing, you really feel like you’re living a teenage dream, like that song. Unfortunately, past relationships still haunted you with your traumas. The fear of being left alone again always playing tricks on your mind… You didn't have the opportunity to meet your friends in common with Tom to talk about what happened between you both, but the last photo dump you posted on your IG account and the comments you've received from them might could’ve been useful for them to gossip about it in your absence. You’ve been really busy, finishing your drama school and preparing for the Christmas play which would be in a few days. Tom promised he’ll be attending, so as the rest of your friends and the thought of that made you anxious. Tom is a really good actor, and it kinda intimidates you, since you’re still graduating.
You went home and took a hot shower to let go your anxious thoughts. Have you noticed you’ve been thinking a lot lately? About everything? You can read the first paragraph again and take your notes… All the “what ifs” was driving you crazy, so you decided to take a breath and take care of yourself this evening. Skincare routine while watching Stranger Things for the third time, moisturising your hair.
No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, all your thoughts came back to Tom. His sweet lips in perfect sync with yours, his big hands caressing your body, hot and burning with desire. It was innocent and romantic, but the memory somehow turned you on. Since you were alone, why not take advantage, huh?
Lying comfortable in your bed, you let your hands help alleviate this feeling, letting them run down your body until you found the source of the heat you were feeling. Your mind masterfully reproduced the few moments of affection you exchanged with your best friend until then. The desire for months of accumulated sexual tension, the heat of his confession and the good feeling of conquest made you more excited and you began to pant. It didn't take long for your movements to become more intense, your breathing more shallow and you reached your peak. Letting out a long - but low - moan, you recover on the bed. Until you receive a facetime from Tom and shame takes over your face. You decide to answer, why not?
”Hey” - you say breathlessly. Damn, it would be hard to disguise what you just did thinking about him.
“Hi!!! Where are you? I’ve got news for you, Billy the Kid was renewed for a third… are you okay?”
Tom was extremely hyperactive and when he was happy, he seemed to vomit his words. But his euphoric expression quickly changed to concern as he watched you move a little on camera, your forehead sweaty and… wrapped in a towel?
“y/n, are you naked???” he burst out laughing, and you tried to hide in your pillow, but soon joined in with the laughter.
“Yeah, I am! I was showering!” giving up trying to hide it, you simply accept it and join in on his game. You notice his expression change to a more mischievous look.
“……….. Well, I've never had sex via FaceTime, but if you...”
“TOM! Shut the fuck up!!” then you both laugh again. That's why you love him. The way he always makes things lighter, making jokes, being goofy. He is your comfort. It's simply impossible to feel embarrassed around him, he will always make the mood delicious.
Tom then finishes telling his news, that the series would be renewed for a third season and he would receive the text soon. He was happy and you could tell from afar. You tell him about your day and a few minutes later, the call ends. You hang up the call and stare at the ceiling of your room, not noticing the huge smile on your face. You allow yourself to feel what you're feeling, you allow yourself to fall in love, and you accept it. Whatever will be will be.
#tom blyth x reader#coryo snow#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth x you#tom blyth#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#giowriting#the ballad of songbirds and snakes
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My favourite fics from other authors!!
MCU:
daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx
As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes
Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo
incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter
begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel
trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen
your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker
stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen
phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf
twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders
Wizarding World:
interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp
the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley
angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin
jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre
Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut
Celebrities
Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva
You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo
Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here
The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai
ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey
Criminal Minds
Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman
Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu
You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid
You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly
The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly
Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly
Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly
A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly
The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand
Don't think I don't like you - Spencer Reid by @luveline
Stranger things
Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso
Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker
Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)
Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera
Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou
Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh
Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco
Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline
Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair
Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline
#stranger things#stranger things fics#stranger things smut#stranger things x reader#criminal minds x reader#criminalmindsfandom#criminalminds#criminal minds fics#hogwarts#harry potter#wizarding world#celebrities#chris evans#tom holland#mcu imagine#marvel#marvel smut#marvel cinematic universe#rainydayathogwarts
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So, this is about the war boys polycule. How did they all get together? Was the reader with Tom first and then they were joined by Billy? Or the other way around? Or even Tom and Billy together first and then they invited the reader to join? I would love to see what their first time together was like, if you’re up for writing it.
This came out longer than it was supposed to be nonnie, I'm sorry (?)
Warnings: jealousy, kissing, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, a bit of chocking, overstimulation.
A/N: reader is AFAB and is nondescript (Tom only calls them "good girl" once, they/them pronouns used if needed.
NSFW and 18+ only please!
They find you at the pub, morose and drunk as you mull over your memories with Billy. You are too far gone to truly hear Billy's worried remarks and it's up to Tom to lift you up and carry you bridal style to your small flat.
You never meant to put a wench in their friendship, never meant to be that person, you never thought Tom would be interested in you; he did flirt with you while you were interviewing him, but he did it with everyone at the military hospital and with half of the pub, the night the whole of London was celebrating the end of the war and you wanted to do some private celebration with sweet Billy. You never meant to hurt Tom and their disagreement around your budding relationship with Billy came as a nasty surprise that woke you up from your post war fantasies, and forced you to choose between being a good person or a selfish one.
You've seen too much death and destruction in your job as a reporter during the war to cause damages yourself: this was the only reason why you told them with tears in your voice
"I'm out. I'm not going to be the person that destroys your friendship."
To then leave, deaf to Billy calling your name and dodging Tom's hand that tried to grab your wrist.
You disappeared into the crowd and, hopefully, from their lives, hoping that the damages weren't so big that they couldn't be fixed.
Tom's warmth and tobacco scent envelops you, lulling you into a deep sleep, aided by your drunken state. You don't hear the sounds of the city around you, nor them discussing whether or not they should put you in bed dressed, only to decide to remove your shoes and roll you in all the blankets you own. You don't hear them settle in your small living room, nor feel the soft kiss Billy leaves on your temple: you're dead to the world and to the thought that you've lost your chance at happiness.
When you wake up, the morning after, you're hangover and confused: it's not the first time you get drunk, but you've never left your shoes tidily next to the door, not you had ever wrapped yourself in so many blankets. Then you hear movement from the living room and worry sparks in your belly: who is in your small flat with you?
Grabbing your shoe as a weapon you swing the bedroom door open, only to be welcomed by the sight of Tom attacking your secret stash of biscuits and Billy drinking tea with a straight back.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
You say, before dashing to the loo to throw up all the alcohol you've managed to drink yesterday.
In between retching you hear their voices from beyond the closed door and elect to ignore them. You still play deaf while you wash your face and brush your teeth: what the hell happened last night?
You receive your answer during breakfast, while munching on the almost burnt toasts Billy made for you, since Tom has finished all your biscuits!
"And why are you two still here?".
Billy's cheeks burn fire red and he almost loses the hold on your grandma's teacup, Tom stares at you as if ready to fight.
"Billy and I discussed our situation." He then says.
"The situation being me destroying your friendship?"
"No. Us two being both interested in you and you feeling the same." Tom concludes.
"I have some very hot tea at hand."
"And we have a proposal for you."
Billy's voice cuts through the tension between you and Tom.
"And what's that?"
You're walking back and forth like a caged beast, the unlikely duo staring at you.
"Are you two serious? Don't answer that!" You pace some more. "You two really think that is a good idea? All of us together?"
"You want us love and we want you as well." Tom says.
He's right and you know it.
You've been with Billy, you've chosen him but are not immune to Tom's roguish charm, if you have to be absolutely sincere with yourself.
"I need to think about it and I need time."
Tom isn't too thrilled when you tell them that they need to go back to the military hospital still housing them, where their friendship started; Billy looks at you, concerned that the idea might offend you, when you simply need to be on your own to mull everything over.
The assignment in Scotland, to cover one of the prisoner camps for the enemy soldiers, comes as a relief: you need to focus on something else that's not you, Billy and Tom.
Not that you can leave your memories back in London, they pop up in your mind when you curl under the covers in the drafty pub room you're occupying: Billy's reddened face when you first french kissed him or how he looked like he was going to have a coronary when he first saw you naked, Tom's rakish smile and the way he would look at you, how much your heart was torn between the two friends.
Does it have to be that way, though? Is there a way for their idea to truly function?
You work, write your assignments and eat the terrible food of the pub with those questions playing in the background of your mind as you ask yourself if you have the courage to say yes: you've done so many dangerous things during the war, yet none had ever felt like starting such a strange chapter of your life.
The part of your brain that has been facepalming at your terrible decision making, since you decided to start a career in journalism, is screaming at how stupid you are, how crazy this is. You never cared before and as sure as hell you don't now that Billy is on his knees, blushing as he helps you out of your stockings and panties and Tom is opening your blouse to gently fondle your breasts as he kisses your neck.
The bed is somewhere behind you three but it doesn't matter, Tom is keeping you upright as Billy's tongue licks your folds slowly, with long sweeps from your hole to your clit that make your knees wobble. His tongue leisurely explores every inch of your cunt; the wetter you are, the easier it is for him to switch between vertical sweeps and round ones that have his mouth plastered against your cunt, until his lips find your clit and latch there with a moan that makes you keen.
Your body arches when Billy's fingers slip inside your hole slowly, you've taught him how to drive you absolutely mad, and you barely notice one of Tom's hands traveling down your body to grab Billy's hair to keep him close to your center, not when Billy's pads find that place that has you whine like a hurt animal the more he fucks against it.
You come with a scream and the pleasure doesn't stop: Tom is keeping Billy's face against your cunt and Billy is all too eager to keep tasting you, after all those days apart. His hands grab your hips when you try to squirm away as Tom's hand curls gently around your throat when you start begging and whining because the pleasure is too much, too intense, too much pressure ready to explode in your tummy and it doesn't stop when you come again and again, until your body falls against Tom, only then they lay you on the bed to finish peeling your clothes off.
You feel like your mind is floating, tired as you are you cuddle closer to Billy, who is laying next to you: you are so tired you're ready to sleep. With your eyes closed you snuggle in his clean scent and don't hear Tom moving towards you, one of his big hands gently cups your wet cunt and you moan, so oversensitive already.
"Shh, I need to prepare you." He says, his voice uncharacteristically devoid of his usual abrasive tone.
"Tom please."
You're not sure what you're begging for, more pleasure or mercy from them; you don't have time to truly think about it, Billy gently turns your head so that your foreheads can touch.
"Can we?" He asks, still as shy as he was the first time he slept with you.
"Yes." You whisper back.
You're not sure your body can manage more pleasure but you're happy to try, for your sweet Billy, and for Tom as well.
Tom's long fingers slip inside of you, you're so wet it's so easy for him to start scissoring you with squelching sounds that would embarrass you, if you weren't too focused in kissing Billy as one of his hands cups your breast to gently massage it, in stark contrast with the way Tom is fucking against your poor G spot: fast and deep pushes that make your whole body tremble and your muscles curl brutally around him, pleasure burning through your body until you're certain you're going mad with it, instead it explodes inside of you and you whine in Billy's mouth as full body shakes ravage your body.
Tom turns you on your back, covering you fully, his weight carried by his bent arm next your head as the other hooks one of your useless legs on his shoulder, before breaching you slowly, careful of his size and of the desire burning in his loins from the second he's first seen you.
"Good girl." He drawls, his accent thick in your ear. "Such a good girl."
Like a mantra he says as he pushes inside of you, deeper and deeper, faster with every pass, until he bottoms out and you arch under him, your eyes crossing with a whine, your hand seeking Billy, as if he's your tether and he comes to you, to kiss you again as Tom grabs your hips to make sure he's still deep inside of you when he rears back, before pounding inside of you with abandon, your muscles so loose and wet it's easy for him to ravage you, your cunt the perfect fist around his cock, your body arching under him without your control, simply craving all the pleasure he's willing to give you, until you come with a shriek.
With a curse Tom turns you on your front and enters you again, his hands on your breasts as he supports you against his chest, his hips pistoning against you, your juices leaking obscenely down your tights.
Billy's soft lips land on your abused clit to suck desperately, hungry for you again and you cry and beg, broken by your men, your body trembles, your hips try to squirm away from the dual onslaught of pleasure. But you have nowhere to go, you're trapped as pressure builds and builds inside of you and you come all over Billy's face and Tom's cock, your mind blank, body lax in their arms.
Your mind floats as they hug you tight, their lips kissing you everywhere they can and tether you back to shore, to them, to Billy's desperately hard cock nestled between the lips of your overused cunt.
Tom's seed is still flowing out of your hole, marking your thighs and Billy's erection, not that any of you care, your body has never been so ready for Billy, the tiredness of your muscles notwithstanding.
"Please." You moan against him.
"I love you." He murmurs against your lips, his cheeks aflame.
Billy is gentle when he enters you, slow pushes and pulls, mindful of how sore you are but he is relentless, his hips grinding against your clit, his lips around one pert nipple and he moans at the taste of your skin. You call his name and Tom's, ready to be the vessel of his pleasure, already drunk on yours that you don't expect Billy to cradle your tired body against himself, before he kneels on the bed, letting you sit on his erection, now so deep inside of you that you are sure you're not going to be able to walk for a week.
Tom helps Billy wound your legs around his hips, so that he can rock inside of you with his face against your breasts and God help you, you can feel the pleasure spiraling again, and it's not only Tom's fingers making slow, circular motions on your clit, it's the closeness, it's the way Billy kisses your drenched skin as his cock massages your G spot continuously, riding the tendrils of the past orgasms still singing in your nerves.
"I can't, Billy...".
He needs to come, you can see in the way his face scrunches as he fights against the pleasure; you can't orgasm anymore, your body isn't capable to go again, but you don't care, as long as you can give him the pleasure he deserves.
"One last time, please." He begs, his face so earnest and open you can feel tears at the corners of your eyes.
"Be good." The drawl of Tom's accent makes you shiver. "You have another one in you, for Billy."
"No, no, Tom please." You whine, weak and lost. "No more."
"Shh, I know you can." Tom growls, hungry for you.
"I can't if you don't come with me, please." Billy begs with a desperate voice.
You make an animalistic sound at the back of your throat when Billy's hips rock faster and Tom's fingers push tighter on your abused clit; Billy's fingers grab your skin to push you closer to him as his cockhead bullies your G spot relentlessly and Tom's fingers slip on the squelching mess that's your center.
With inarticulate sounds your body tries to escape their hold and they just keep you there, squashed between them, Billy's lips on your breasts leave marks he'll later kiss, Tom's teeth worry your neck as he pinches your clit cruelly, deaf to your whines of pleasurable pain, to how broken you sound when pleasure ebbs and ebbs and you crash in their hold, Billy following you with a long moan.
Billy's tears of pleasure mingle with yours as you three fall on the destroyed sheets; your skin almost hurt where it touches them, but you don't care, because you need this, need them as they do you.
This, this is the answer to the questions plaguing you in Scotland: simply loving one another, building something together instead of running away, giving you three a fighting chance, despite how uncommon their idea had been. And despite the voice in your head: it was wrong back when you started being a journalist and it is wrong now that your body is cradled by theirs. This is worth fighting for and God have mercy on whomever will ever try to separate you three.
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Top 10 Hollywood Romcoms of the 90s
The 90s was a golden era for romantic comedies in Hollywood. From iconic pairings to unforgettable storylines, there were so many romantic comedies that captured our hearts and made us laugh. In this blog post, we will take a trip down memory lane and revisit the top 10 Hollywood romcoms of the 90s.
1. Pretty Woman (1990)
Pretty Woman is a classic romantic comedy that tells the story of a wealthy businessman who falls in love with a prostitute he hires to be his escort for a week. Starring Julia Roberts and Richard Gere, this movie has become a staple in the romcom genre and is beloved by audiences around the world.
2. When Harry Met Sally (1989)
While technically released in the late 80s, When Harry Met Sally is a quintessential 90s romantic comedy. It follows the relationship between Harry and Sally over the course of several years, exploring the question of whether men and women can truly be friends. Starring Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal, this movie has become an iconic part of romantic comedy history.
3. Sleepless in Seattle (1993)
Sleepless in Seattle is a heartwarming romantic comedy that tells the story of a widower who, with the help of his young son, tries to find love again. Starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, this movie is a classic example of the power of love to heal even the most broken hearts.
4. Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)
Four Weddings and a Funeral follows the story of a group of friends and their romantic entanglements over the course of several weddings and a funeral. Starring Hugh Grant and Andie MacDowell, this movie is a charming and witty look at love and relationships.
5. The Wedding Singer (1998)
The Wedding Singer is a hilarious romantic comedy that takes place in the 80s and follows the story of a wedding singer who falls in love with a waitress. Starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, this movie is filled with nostalgia, great music, and a heartwarming love story.
6. You've Got Mail (1998)
You've Got Mail is a delightful romantic comedy that tells the story of two business rivals who fall in love with each other online without realizing they are actually enemies in real life. Starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, this movie is a modern take on the classic love story.
7. My Best Friend's Wedding (1997)
My Best Friend's Wedding is a romantic comedy about a woman who realizes she is in love with her best friend just as he is about to get married. Starring Julia Roberts, Dermot Mulroney, and Cameron Diaz, this movie is a funny and heartwarming exploration of love and friendship.
8. Clueless (1995)
Clueless is a beloved romantic comedy that follows the life of a popular high school student who decides to play matchmaker for her friends while also navigating her own romantic relationships. Starring Alicia Silverstone, this movie has become a cult classic and a defining film of the 90s.
9. Notting Hill (1999)
Notting Hill is a romantic comedy about a bookstore owner who falls in love with a famous actress. Starring Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant, this movie is a charming and romantic story about two people from very different worlds finding love.
10. The American President (1995)
The American President is a romantic comedy that tells the story of a widowed president who falls in love with a lobbyist. Starring Michael Douglas and Annette Bening, this movie is a smart and funny exploration of love in the political world.
The 90s was a decade filled with romantic comedies that continue to be beloved by audiences today. From Pretty Woman to The American President, these movies captured our hearts and made us believe in the power of love. Whether you're in the mood for a classic love story or a hilarious take on modern romance, these 10 movies are sure to deliver.
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Recollections - A Seamstress and the Sailor Story
Request: I was thinking very generally and vaguely about either Billy and Ida or Bess and Tom, something about how the romance started? As in... How the soft feelings and affection built up during their teenage years, the pining, the mutual comfort from one another, just spending time together every day being friendly? Just... I want the sweet teenage romance fluff ya know? The deep friendship, the love that they have for one another when we meet them and how it started. @annoying-leftist-donkey
Tom Bennett x Bess Vaughn (OFC)
Warnings: Language, one teeny smutty thought, very minor spoilers for The Seamstress and The Sailor if you haven’t read that.
Word Count: 3.9K
Southport, 1925
“We blame it on a tough week at work, or too much going on at home, but children know. They’re more connected to the earth than we are,”
Tom turned in his seat when he heard his father mention children. Next to Douglas, Marie Bennett was repacking the picnic basket.
“They can sense changes in the weather and all that,” Douglas waved to the sky beyond the bus’ dirty windows. “S’why they’re agitated today. Spring tides. The moon,”
“Alright, Papus,” Tom’s mother smiled at her husband and, with delicate touch, biffed Tom’s nose with a napkin. “Nosy,” He stuck his tongue out and turned back to face the front. Albie Vaughn, with his scabbed and spindly legs, sat next to him, busying his hands with the hair of the two girls in front of them. Lois Bennett and Cora Vaughn were ten and too old to engage with their younger siblings. That is, until they got to the beach at least. When Albie finished tying the girls’ pigtails to each other, he nudged Tom in the ribs and they laughed. From a seat across the aisle, a pair of dark eyes watched the boys.
“Bess Vaughn, what have I told you?” Etta swatted at her daughter’s legs from the seat behind her and the little girl swung her legs down, eyes still focussed on her brother and his friend.
“What?” Albie said.
“Nothing,” Bess’ voice was quiet, and Tom stared at her. There was something about Bess Vaughn that gave him the creeps. Before he could ruminate on why, the bus juddered to a stop and Fergal Vaughn jumped from his seat.
“Take the baskets down for you mothers, lads,” Fergal said, hoisting little Dot into his arms. Lois and Cora whinged as Douglas struggled to untie their hair, and Bess followed her mother and Marie towards the beach. She’d overheard Douglas, telling Marie all about the weather, and how people became agitated when it changed. He was right, too, about the spring tide. The faintest slash of silver was visible on the horizon, a barely there strip of receding sea at the edge of miles of sand. The boys instantly dumped the picnic baskets by the sand dunes and sprinted after Cora and Lois, their shrieks rising into the grey April sky. Fergal unfolded a chair and perched upon it, Dot babbling away on his knee. Beside him, Marie, Etta and Douglas lay a blanket, and when the women were seated upon the sand, Douglas made his slow way towards the water, shoes off, trousers rolled up, hands in pockets. Bess watched the boys chase her older sister and Lois, and Douglas strolling towards the horizon. She decided to follow him.
After an hour of chasing the others, Tom ran to the edge of the dunes. Cora was it, and too slow to catch either him or Albie, making do to run after Lois. He plucked an apple from the picnic blanket and blew a raspberry at Dot, making her giggle.
“Where’s dad?” Marie answered with a point at the sea. There, silhouetted against the glistening water, were two figures. One tall, stooping every now and again to point at something, the other small, collecting whatever the other passed to them. Apple in hand, Tom sprinted along the flat sand, dodged Cora’s attempt to tag him, and towards his father. Bess saw him coming before Douglas, and stood still to watch him. Her stare caught Tom off guard and he faltered, his run becoming an awkward walk. They watched each other a moment.
“What are you doing, dad?”
Douglas smiled at him then at Bess. He nodded his head at her, some sort of encouragement to speak. When she didn’t, he answered. “I’m teaching Bess about the shells and the creatures that live in them.”
Bess held out her hand to show Tom the shell in her palm. “Dog whelk,” was all she said.
“Right,” God, she’s weird. “Well, um, do you want to come and play it with the rest of us? It’s getting a bit boring with Lois and Cora, they’re rubbish.” And he’s my dad, not yours.
“No,” Bess went back to staring at the collection of shells Douglas had given her.
“Go on,”
“Leave her alone, Tom,” Douglas’ voice was soft, his eyes back to scouring the sand for treasures.
“But she never plays, I’m just trying to be nice!” He stepped forward.
“And you can’t force people to play with you,” Douglas turned a rock over in his hand. Tom huffed and grabbed Bess’ arm.
“Come on,” he dragged her towards their siblings.
“Tom-” Douglas had no time to admonish his son before Bess did it for him, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his arm. “Bess!” Tom howled, tears pricking his eyes as he lunged at the little girl. Douglas pulled his son away just in time, his hand wrapped around his son’s scrawny arm. With he other, he took Bess by the hand and marched them back up the beach. “You two can sit with your mams for the rest of the day.” Both children made to protest but he cut them off. “And if I see anymore of that behaviour, from either of you, you’ll be on the first bus home.” Behind his back, Tom and Bess scowled at each other.
St Thomas’ Secondary, 1929
The bell rang, and Bess’ heart sank. She’d spent the last hour hiding behind the bicycle rack, leant against the wooden fence that separated the secondary school from the primary. She peered through the wooden slats, and saw Dot running to class, hand in hand with her friends. Bess sighed and stood up; if she timed it just right she could wait for the others to go inside and still be on time for history. At least being V in the alphabet meant she was sat at the back of the class, and the others would forget she was there. They never usually bothered her when Cora was around, just gave her funny looks. But Cora was at home in bed with a head cold, sadly refusing Bess’ pleas to “just get up and try.”
She watched as the other children filtered through the wooden double doors, Mrs Keith ringing the bell in her hand that called them to lessons. Queenie Warren’s golden curls bounced in the afternoon sunlight, and a pang of jealousy prodded Bess’ insides. The last to go were Frank Smith and Walter Watson. Bess saw their eyes dart around the playground before disappearing behind Mrs Keith. With everyone inside, this was her chance. She ran across the playground as quickly as her little legs would take her, ready to join the queue filing into classroom six. The skirt of Queenie’s dress was just fluttering through the classroom doorway when Bess tripped, her face hitting the book she was carrying as she landed on the ground.
“Where’ve you been then?” The boy’s voice wasn’t kind, or curious. It was tight, teasing, smug.
“She’s a witch, Frank. Remember? She can make herself disappear.” Walter stood over her, one leg either side of her torso, preventing her from standing.
“Wish she would. Her and her whole Paddy family.”
“Please,” Bess’ voice quavered as she spoke, trying to push down the skirt that had ridden up in her fall.
“Been saving this for you.” Walter said, producing from his satchel a carton of milk from the canteen. “You Micks always reek of dirt and incense, what’s another bad smell?” And he poured the sour liquid over Bess’ copper hair.
She whimpered, mouth tight to avoid the rotten milk as she struggled to wipe it from her eyes. There was a dull thud as something hit the floor beside her, and whatever it was groaned. Looking tentatively sideways, Bess saw Walter Watson on his side, looking up in nervous apprehension. She followed his gaze. Frank was cowering against the wall and next to him was Tom Bennett. He said nothing, only stared down at the boy on the floor.
Bess rarely saw Tom these days, aside from the back of his head in class. He’d taken to skipping lessons, only appearing for sports or undoubtedly the few days after his dad had caught him skiving. Tom had hardened since Marie’s death, the plucky friend of her brother making way for the rebel stood above her. At just twelve, his face was already sharp, his shoulders beginning to fill out as teenagedom approached, and his piercing eyes already bore signs of that most adult emotion; weariness. His grief had not been gentle. Tom was always popular at school, but now he was intimidating.
The four children stared between each other, Tom’s eyes not once leaving Walter’s. When Frank stood forward to offer an explanation, Tom slammed him into the wall with surprising force.
“It’s ok,” Bess wobbled to her feet and brushed her damp hair from her eyes. “I’m ok.” Tom watched her a minute, before releasing Frank and glaring down at Walter.
“You so much as look at her, at any of us, I’ll put you in the Infirmary.”
Walter nodded and scrambled from the floor, Frank in his wake. They ducked into classroom six, and Bess and Tom were alone. She watched the floor, embarrassed of her milk-sodden hair and her rescue by Tom.
“I’d better, you know-” she gestured to her face.
“I’ll tell miss where you are,”
“And don’t tell the others, please.” Tom nodded and watched Bess hurry to the girls’ bathroom. He didn’t see her again until 3 o’clock, when she was leant against the school gates. Somehow, she didn’t seem as nervous as normal and Tom smiled, knowing that he might have something to do with it. Her hair was wrapped in the Miss Abbott’s, the librarian’s, scarf, and she gave a small wave to him as he approached.
“How’s your hair?” he asked, noting only the faintest whiff of dairy about her.
“Washed it in the sink, Miss Abbott said I can keep the scarf.” She beamed, though Tom knew the scarf was less of a gift, more a case of not wanted the ruined garment back. He nodded and began his walk home.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Albie?” Bess called, not moving from her sentinel at the gate.
“His got lines with Mr Hughes,” Tom called over his shoulder. Bess tutted and hurried to meet his steps, standing a step away from him than perhaps was natural. They walked together a while, Bess silent and Tom chatting to friends as they departed for their homes. It wasn’t until they rounded into their street that she found her voice.
“Thank you, for earlier.”
“S’fine.” Tom kicked a stone before laughing. “Why didn’t you bite him?”
“Pardon?” Bess stopped outside her front door.
“Walter. Why didn’t you bite him?”
“I-well-”
“You bit me when you got angry,” he smirked.
“I was eight!”
“Would have come in handy back there,”
“I don’t want to bite Walter Watson, I’ll catch something,” she gravely, wrinkling her nose. With a loud laugh, Tom waved and strolled across the street to his own home.
“See you tomorrow, Bess.”
“Yeah, bye.”
St Thomas’ Cemetery, 1933
“-thinks the sun shines out her arse, and I know you’d hate me saying that but it’s true. She can’t do any bloody wrong in his eyes.”
Tom picked up a branch of fallen yew and thwacked the foxglove looming from the ground of the next grave. He’d been coming down to visit his mother a lot recently. Bess told him about it, how when she was sad or angry, she’d come down and talk to Etta. Sometimes she and her sisters brought picnics and blankets, sat by her grave and spent an hour chatting together. He glanced across the graveyard to where Etta lay. The Vaughn’s last offerings of brandy and flowers were gathering crisp leaves. Looking at the small posey of flowers he’d stolen from other people’s gardens, he swiped the branch of yew through the long grass. Compared to the effort the Vaughn’s gave to Etta, his offering was pitiful.
“FUCK!” Again and again he thrashed the foliage, sending pollen and leaves into the evening air. When there was nothing but tombstones left to hit, Tom launched the branch across the cemetery. “FUCK!” The word tore from his throat, causing it to crack. He flung himself on the ground at the foot of his mother’s grave and wept.
Sometimes, he thought his mum and Albie were the only people that understood him, but with Albie still deep in the grief of losing Etta, Tom found he had no one to turn to. The five years anniversary of Marie’s death hit Douglas hard, and his relationship with his son had been fraught ever since. Tom thought it was his father’s timidity, Lois’ seeming perfection, Tom’s inability to commit to any one thing that caused the friction. What he didn’t realise was that each time Douglas looked at his son, he saw his wife. The same passion, same loyalty, same quick temper. Tom cried and cried, brushing angrily at his face in a feeble attempt to wipe away the traitorous tears. If she’d have been here, his mum would have made a joke about Douglas’ humour bypass and rubbed Tom’s back until he was calm. If he tried hard enough, he could feel the warmth of her hand on his shoulder. The grass rustled at his side and he looked up.
Bess was wading through the overgrown cemetery towards Etta, a long piece of string stretching between she and him. Attached to the string, glinting in the sunlight, she’d dropped a tin can by his knee. When Tom looked back to Bess, she was already sat at Etta’s grave, holding up her own tin can and smiling. He sniffled and held it to his ear. She said nothing, only smiled.
He watched her while she spoke to Etta and tidied her grave, replacing the flowers and dusting off the brandy bottle. She gave the gravestone a gentle kiss and walked back to Tom. He patted goodbye to his mother and met her in the centre of the cemetery, under the ancient yew. As was always her way, she stared at him before speaking, her way of assessing which step to take in conversation. Bess took in his red eyes and furrowed brow, the fidgeting that always happened when he was angry, like he was fizzing with energy.
“Was it a bad one?”
“Not really,” Tom sniffed and she watched as his lips twitched into a pout. She licked her own. “Just dad being dad, you know. Wishes I was the one gone, not mam-”
“Shut up. You know that’s not true.” Bess’ voice was harsh, a new development in her growing confidence, but one that Tom admired. He watched as she wound the string around the tin cans.
“Thanks for that,” he pointed to them.
“S’ok, wanted you to know you’re not alone. We’ve forgotten, me and the others, just because your grief has been longer, it doesn’t make it easier than ours.” Tom never knew what to say when Bess came out with her moments of profundity. She didn’t say much but when she did, God, she knew what you needed to hear. Bess Vaughn had a knack for rendering him speechless. “I got this done for you, too.” From her dress pocket she pulled a key. “So you can stop climbing through the window. Dadda’d kill you if he found you in a bedroom with his three daughters.”
Tom snorted. “What will he say if he catches me having a late-night tryst with his most reliable daughter?”
“We do not have ‘trysts’,” Bess began walking from the graveyard and Tom followed. “’Reliable’? God, how boring. Is that all I am?”
“Dependable, then? How about that?”
“I sound like a piece of furniture,”
“You’ve got the legs for it-” Tom broke off with a laugh as Bess hit his arm. “Violence in the churchyard! Don’t let Father Michael see.”
“Says the one swearing and beating up the plants,”
Longsight Labour Club, 1939
“I heard that Bess is coming back today? She could give me a break on the keys,” Connie shuffled her sheet music and watched as Cora and Dot strung bunting from the light fixtures. Owing to her nights singing at the Labour Club, Lois had secured the small hall for her birthday. A table of cream tea was at its centre, the trestle tables ready to be whipped away for an evening of dancing.
“That she is,” Cora said from atop the ladder as Dot fed her bunting. “Perfect timing for you, Lois.”
“Not just for me,” Lois stood at the bar watching her friends’ handiwork. Little did they know that the comment was not directed at them, but her brother. She winked at him and Tom raised his eyebrows. He and Albie were cleaning glasses behind the bar, laughing occasionally at their sisters as they struggled to reach the rafters.
“She’s had a good time then? At the atelier?” Connie asked them.
“God, yeah,” Dot said, lightly slapped by Cora for her language. “She’s got all these fancy clothes and rich clients. And she gives me her copies of Vogue when she’s done with them.”
Connie looked impressed. “Might have to get her to send me some too.”
“She even makes their patterns now. Promised to sew me a new summer suit.”
“If you pay for the fabric,” Cora cut in.
“Better start saving then, my girl.” Fergal had arrived with some of the older residents of the street. Over the next twenty minutes, people of all walks of life trickled into the hall. Mrs Flaherty and Mrs O’Connell, Mrs Mason and her brood of offspring. Queenie Warren who immediately ran to Albie and Tom. Even Harry Chase and some of his private school chums. Tom and Albie looked at each other pointedly as the group of young men approached the bar.
“If it’s brandy and cigars you’re after, lads, the Con Club’s your best bet. You’d be more welcome there too.” Tom muttered the last sentence under his breath and Albie laughed.
“Tom,” Harry held out a placating hand which Tom shook a little too roughly. From behind them, one of Harry’s friends whistled lowly.
“I might consider voting the other way if the reds attract that kind of woman.” The gaggle of men, Tom included, looked to the door. His mouth ran dry. The light pouring into the hall illuminated perfectly elegant cut of her dress and the sway of her hips. He could see, through the white fabric, the faintest outline of her legs and he swallowed with difficulty.
Each man jolted when a shrill cry rang out through the air. Dot was careening towards her older sister, Cora close behind. Having greeted her siblings, Bess made her way towards Lois, and Tom was absolutely cunt-struck. When she left for her apprenticeship at the atelier, Bess still hid herself from strangers. She kept her eyes averted from others. Now, she moved with graceful purpose and her eyes, though still dark, shone with self-assuredness. She knew the effect she had on the room, and Tom felt his cock twitch at the power she held.
“That’s my sister you’re staring at.”
Tom turned his head slowly towards Albie, his eyes slightly unfocussed. When his friend frowned, Tom smirked.
“Wouldn’t you love me as a brother? Anyway, she could do worse,”
“She could do a lot better and all,” Albie gave him a warning look and turned back to the bar. When Tom looked back across the crowd, momentary terror washed over him. Bess, in all her white-clad and gorgeous glory, was heading towards him. Suddenly he felt underdressed in his shirt and threadbare jacket.
“Hi,” What sort of wet fucking hello was that?
“A glass of white please, barkeep.” Bess smiled at him as she leant against the wooden bar. Behind her, Harry’s friends were agog that she was speaking to him. Confidence bloomed in his chest and Tom stood a little straighter.
“Anything else the lady wishes?” Tom reached overhead for a wine glass, not missing the way Bess’ eyes watched the muscles of his arm.
“You working the bar all night?”
“Depends if my sister lets me off. Perhaps the birthday mood might strike her right.” He poured the wine, still feeling Bess’ eyes on him. If she had become a woman during her time in central Manchester, Tom had become a man. His shoulders were tight in the jacket he wore, its collar open just enough for Bess to see the muscles of his strong neck. She traced it upwards with her eyes. The underside of his jaw was sharp, his pink lips casting a small shadow on his sharp chin. His brow furrowed as he poured her drink, and Bess wanted nothing more than to lean across the bar and kiss the small wrinkle that had formed there.
“I hope so,” she sipped her wine and licked her lips. “We have so much to catch up on.” With a smile and nod to the other young men, Bess strolled towards the table of cream tea, perched next to her siblings and engaged in conversation with the older women, each eager to know about her time at the fashion house. When she looked up to see Tom watching still her, her dark eyes flashed with mischief, and she winked. In his pocket, Tom’s hand thumbed the key to the Vaughn’s house.
“Fuck me,”
Notes: I said I’d wait until Borne & Bound was out there, but my head ran away with me. I’m splitting the request into two so there will be a Billy and Ida follow up.
Each little scene was referenced somewhere in the plot of TSATS, and I enjoyed fleshing them out to show why they were so meaningful to Tom and Bess! Papus, mentioned by Tom’s mum, was a famous mystic. Royal Infirmary was a hospital and asylum in Manchester.
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About me & Stranger Things & Joe Keery characters masterlist
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All fics contain NSFW. 18+ only. All fics are oneshots except for the rockstar Eddie x fem!reader series & cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie. Only writing reader (Y/N) x character and character x character now. Open for requests. I write for Eddie, Steve, Robin, and other Joe Keery characters.
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Baron Lamram x fem!reader
Eddie x fem!reader x fem!groupie
Stobin blurb
Tom Grant Makeup x fem reader blurb
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Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie Munson chapter 1 of 2
Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie part 2 of 2
Fem reader x Steddie Halloween
Gator Tillman x fem reader Fargo head canons
Kurt Kunkle x fem reader oneshot
Steddie x fem!reader oneshot need u tonight
Platonic Stobin x fem reader oneshot
Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Chrissy Cunningham oneshot
Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie
Steddie x fem reader flesh for fantasy
Steddie x fem reader valentines head canons
Rockstar Eddie Munson x fem reader head canons
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Baron Lamram x fem!reader
Tom Grant x fem reader blurb
Rockstar Eddie x groupie x reader ao3
flesh for fantasy Steddie x fem reader ao3
Steddie valentines ao3
Rockstar Eddie head canons ao3
Steve Harrington x fem reader x Eddie Munson need you tonight
Steve and Eddie are your roommates. They hear you one night talking in your sleep and saying/moaning their names. They come to see if you are alright and find you touching yourself.
Gator Tillman x fem reader head canons I belong to you
Just head canons for Gator x fem reader and their life together
Kurt Kunkle x fem reader rock you like a hurricane oneshot
As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.
Steve x Eddie x reader Christmas
Steve Harrington, Eddie and you spend an amazing night at Steves's place after a Christmas party and make it an early Christmas to remember forever.
Cheerleader reader x Eddie Munson
3-part series slow burn strangers-friends-lovers. You were dating the hottest jock in school until one day you meet Eddie and your life changed forever.
Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x fem!reader love my apocalyptic
You were former friends with Chrissy Cunningham. One day she showed up to visit the trailer park to buy some Ketamine from your boyfriend Eddie who you live with. What started as a rocky evening led to a night the 3 of you could ever forget.
Platonic Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley & fem!reader
The reader works with Steve and Robin in the Family Video and already has an established relationship with Steve. When Robin finds out she likes girls and that they have unrequited feelings for each other, they plan a date night at Steve and readers' condo.
Older rockstar Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader (series completed 21 chapters).
Series summary: Corroded Coffin have a reunion tour with none other than doom/gothic metal legends Type O' Negative. Reader recently finished college with a bachelor's degree in the music business. After being interviewed by none other than Eddie Munson himself, you get the job as their touring band manager. What starts as a business relationship grows into friendship and eventually an epic romance. Steve Harrington is CC's bodyguard. Eventual Steddie x fem! reader. Multi-series. Eventual smut.
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TMA: The Musical, Version 2.0:
Thanks to all the posters whose ideas I added to this one.
EYE
Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon
Electric Eye by Judas Priest
Busted from Phineas and Ferb
Aha! By Imogen Heap
LONELY
Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen
Invisible from MLP Equestria Girls: Forgotten Friendship
I Am A Rock by Simon and Garfunkel
Love Like Ghosts by Lord Huron
Frozen Pines by Lord Huron
Drift Away from Steven Universe: The Movie
Mister Cellophane from Chicago
Have A Seat Misery by Shayfer James
VAST
Infinitesimal by Mother Mother
Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling
Waiting For The Drop from Ride the Cyclone
Stranded Lullaby by Miracle Musical
Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical
Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths
BURIED
Debt Collector by Jhariah
The Woods by San Fermin
Why We Build The Wall from Hadestown
Way Down Hadestown (Reprise) from Hadestown
Pressure by Billy Joel
Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford
DARK
Hometown by Twenty One Pilots
Come Wayward Souls from Over The Garden Wall
The Night by Aurelio Voltaire
Snuff Out The Light by Eartha Kitt
Friends Who Don't Go Out At Night by The Deadly Syndrome
STRANGER
Mirror Man by Jack Stauber’s Micropop
Faceshopping by Sophie
The Stranger by Lord Huron
Mr. Roboto by Styx
Doll Parts by Hole
Suit by Boom! Bap! Pow!
SPIRAL
The Mind Electric by Miracle Musical
Discord by The Living Tombstone
Crazytown from 35MM: A Musical Exhibition
Who's Crazy/My Psychopharmacologist and I from Next to Normal
Spiraling Shape by They Might Be Giants
SLAUGHTER
Culling of the Fold by The Decemberists
This is Why We Fight by The Decemberists
Courage Knows No Bounds by Heather Alexander
Ready to Die by Andrew WK
Ballroom Blitz by Sweet
The Ballad of Sara Berry from 35MM: A Musical Exhibition
Three-Five-Zero-Zero from Hair
Poisoning Pigeons in the Park by Tom Lehrer
Murder, Murder! by American Murder Song
Peacemaker by The Mechanisms
HUNT
The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists
Blood and Thunder by Mastodon
Catch You by Sophie Ellis-Bextor
One Way Or Another by Blondie
A Confession by PhemieC
Getting Into Knives by The Mountain Goats
FLESH
Body Terror Song by AJJ
We Started This Op'ra Shit from Repo: The Genetic Opera
A Little Priest from Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
64 Little White Things by Cake Bake Betty
Final Form by Everything Everything
END
The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone
Leslie Anne Levine by The Decemberists
Dead Girls by Penelope Scott
For The Departed by Shayfer James
The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron
Fall Fair Suite from Ride the Cyclone
Dust and Ashes from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
End of Life by Death Spells
EXTINCTION
Feed the Machine by Poor Man’s Poison
Countdown’s Begun by Ozzie Osborn
It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M
Seed Song by The Mountain Goats
Welcome to the Internet by Bo Burnham
We Will All Go Together When We Go by Tom Lehrer
How Bad Can I Be? from The Lorax
DESOLATION
Lucky Sevens by The Mechanisms
No Children by The Mountain Goats
The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid
The World Ender by Lord Huron
That's Not How the Story Goes from A Series of Unfortunate Events
Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier
Burn It Down by Daughter
Until It Doesn't Hurt by Mother Mother
World Burn from Mean Girls
CORRUPTION
Dysentery World from The Trail to Oregon
Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives
I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers
Sweet by PhemieC
Sticks & Stones by The Pierces
Entomologists by Ghost and Pals
WEB
Candy Store from Heathers the Musical
New Invention by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Wires by The Neighbourhood
Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Kiss Me, Son of God by They Might Be Giants
Redesign Your Logo by Lemon Demon
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Dumb Headcannons #4
John Constantine has (somehow) formed a friendship with Stephen Strange. They treat eachother like lifetime best friends but won't admit it to anyone. Tom Holland's Peter Parker knows about this and so does Billy Batson (they swore to never tell anyone)
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what's your opinion on bbc's merlin?
i like it, but not my favorite. i didn’t watch it until years after it had concluded so i had a solid knowledge of the legends going in which informed my interpretation. the casting choices were very good (only wish agravaine had been younger/a peer of the others instead of older uncle guy) i loved gwen, everything about her, personality, relationships to others, costuming, just wonderful. merlin’s friendships with everyone were great, the actors for lancelot & gawain are among my favorite ever cast in anything. they’re both so cute & their commitment to the roles were awesome. perceval as well, i’ve liked tom hopper ever since (he’s also billy bones in black sails & i was like “omg percy??”) mordred’s entire arc was cool from his kid years to the end. my biggest gripe was that i had wished arthur’s character development moved faster & i don’t love the premise of outlawed magic bc using it as a tool seems like such a key feature of the legends it hindered my enjoyment a bit. just my preference. but overall pro-bbc merlin!
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Finally Doing one of These!
ABOUT ME
NAME: SnickerDoodlez / SnickerzandDoodlez / Snickernova Doodlez
Nickname: Any variation of this! Snicky, Snicker, Doodlez, Snickerz, SnickyD…
Main Social: https://youtube.com/@snickerdoodlez9210?si=ZXtyZJl8kPCLS8iB
And as for Tumblr, you’ll see me more on @crown-of-roses-thsc !
She/Her; Straight; Minor
Hobbies/Skills: Drawing, Animating, Coding (learning), Writing
Language: English, American Sign Language (learning)
Neurodivergencies: OCD, ADHD, Major Depressive Disorder, maybe Autistic
Random Facts:
-I’m a theatre kid!
-I love horror / disturbing things, maybe a little too much
-I grew up on the Warriors fandom, and that’s an angsty angsty burden I’ll carry into every fandom I join
-I’m the director of Wordgirl Rewired!
-I’m a Christian, but don’t let that scare you off- I’m just here to have fun & spread positive vibes! *sticks a golden star sticker to your forehead* And I’m a huge horror fan…and fantasy fan….and I draw a lot of gore….Christians stop gatekeeping creativity (impossible? Not clickbait? Don’t try at 3:AM???)
Oh, and Friendly reminder to my fellow Christians that if you’re cursing someone out for doing or believing or BEING something you don’t agree with, you’re literally doing the opposite of what Jesus did….and I think you’ve got a might big plank in your eye that ya need to take out ;)
Sona:
~READ MORE FOR WAY TOO MUCH INFO~
Fandoms:
Wordgirl
The Henry Stickmin Collection
Don’t Starve / Don’t Starve Together
Wings of Fire
Warrior Cats
A Hat in Time
Wild Kratts
UnderTale / UnderTale Yellow
Favorite Movies:
Fantastic Mr. Fox
Live-Action Beauty and the Beast
Princess and The Frog
Secondhand Lions
Lilo and Stitch
Stranger Than Fiction
Into The Woods
Isle of Dogs
The Greatest Showman
Les Miserablés
Padak
The Rise of Miss Power
Coraline
School of Rock
Favorite Musicals:
Beetlejuice
Phantom of the Opera
Into The Woods
Les Miserablés
Heathers
Guys and Dolls
Favorite Color:
Magenta
Favorite Show:
Spy x Family
Wordgirl
Gravity Falls
DuckTales 2017
Camp Camp
Bojack Horseman
Parks and Recreation
Favorite Song:
House of Memories (Panic! At the Disco)
As the World Caves In (Matt Maltese)
Please Never Fall in Love Again (Ollie MN)
Karma (AJR)
Red Flags (Tom Cardy)
Lost One’s Weeping (Neru)
Cupid (Jack Stauber)
Goodbye to a World (Porter Robinson)
Sweet Rosalie (American Murder Songs)
No Children (The Mountain Goats)
The Haunted Phonograph (ThouShaltNot)
Puff The Magic Dragon (Peter, Paul & Mary)
The Ballad of Billy The Kid (Billy Joel)
Stranded Lullaby (Miracle Musical)
Business Man (Tom Cardy)
Favorite Song Artist:
The Stupendium
They Might Be Giants
The Mountain Goats
Jack Stauber
Lemon Demon
Evelyn Evelyn
Tally Hall
American Murder Songs
Mother Mother
Kaden McKay
Favorite Book:
Crookedstar’s Promise
School for Good and Evil
Warrior Cats (Arc 1)
The Bunker Diaries
Prisoner of Azkaban
Survivor Dogs
Favorite Food:
French Fries
Croutons
Goldfish
Kanelope
Favorite Game:
A Hat in Time
The Henry Stickmin Collection
Splatoon
Wolf Quest: Anniversary Addition
Don’t Starve Together
King’s Quest
The Witch’s House
Super Paper Mario
Cuphead
Undertale
Favorite Animal:
Tasmanian Devils
Rats
Kangaroos / Wallabies
Komodo Dragons
Dragons
Pigeons
MY BABY BOYS:
(Note: I am not defending any of these characters, and these are not fictional crushes. I just like skrunkly little fictional simps and gravitate towards the characters everyone hates)
Felix White (Henry Stickmin)
Tobey (Wordgirl)
Nuka (The Lion King 2)
Whisper (Survivors)
Spike (My Little Pony)
Spike (Friendship Is Witchcraft)
Minetta (My Hero Acedamia)
Hort (School For Good and Evil)
Sheldon (Splatoon)
Lefou (Beauty and The Beast)
Tammy (Tammy)
Plankton (Spongebob)
Zach (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt)
One-Eyed Wally (Amphibia)
Emmet (Legally Blonde)
Dr. Hare (Poptropica)
Todd (Bojack Horseman)
Muck (Bob the Builder)
Octavio (Splatoon)
Pokétwo (Discord)
Tom (Parks and Recreation)
Rumplestiltskin (Shrek 4)
Squid (Wings of Fire)
Darkheart (Care Bears II: The Next Generation)
Zach Varmitech (Wild Kratts)
Garry (Ib)
Bartok (Anastasia)
David (Camp Camp)
Varian (Tangled the Series)
Frankie (Spy x Family)
Mayor Humdinger (Paw Patrol: Movies)
Mortimer Freeze (Cuphead: The Delicious Last Course)
Wally Warbles (Cuphead)
The Peas (VeggieTales)
Chameleon (Wings of Fire)
Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)
Wilson (Don’t Starve)
Mad Dummy (Undertale)
Napstablook (UnderTale)
Toad (Mario)
Flick (Animal Crossing: New Horizons)
Ares (Percy Jackson)
Louie (DuckTales)
Gyro Gearloose (DuckTales)
Sirius Black (Harry Potter)
Hawt Sauce (Chikn Nuggit)
Swiftpaw (Warrior Cats)
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