I Wanted To Share What Inspired Me To Write This Short Intro To What Will Be An Angst-filled Short Story.

I wanted to share what inspired me to write this short intro to what will be an angst-filled short story. The first thing that sparked inspiration was the song Chasing Shadows by Alex Warren.

The next thing that gave me inspiration actually happened today when I really listened to "Cardigan" by Taylor Swift.

Specifically the lines: I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasin' shadows in the grocery line

There's something else I remember hearing or reading when I was a teenager about how you'd be putting gas in your car, and a song would remind you of them, and no matter what you did, you couldn't escape them. I think that one was about a breakup, but if anyone knows what that's from, that's also the inspiration for the idea.

Please help keep me accountable! I want to have the story published on April 22, 2023!

Chasing Shadows Intro

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 79 Prompt: Use as few words as possible to set the opening scene of a story A/N: This is the start of a bigger Eddie Munson x Reader fanfic that I have planned. If you wanna be tagged when that one comes out, please fill out this form: https://forms.gle/8LMSa5waHPCCubZJ7 Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Grief, Death of a Loved One

The pitter-patter of rain struck the metal of the tin roof, barely audible over your shakey breaths.

You clung to the faded band tee, desperate for the familiar scent of tobacco and what made Eddie so utterly...him.

You bowed your head in silent defeat before hurling the shirt across the room. You watched as it hit the Dio poster on the wall and crumpled to the ground. That familiar scent, his scent, was gone forever.

Just like him.

If Being Hot Was a Crime

Pairing: N/A Word Count: 151 Prompt: If being hot was a crime.  Summary: Damon being Damon Warnings: None.

Damon was getting on your last nerves. His narcissism and ego had been through the roof since the blonde cheerleader, Elena Gilbert, had complimented him on his outfit choice. As a result, he spent longer than ever getting ready before leaving the boarding house. 

Three hours. That’s how long it had taken him to get ready for dinner. You and Stefan were seated in the living room across from each other, a plethora of items scattered across the table between you as distractions while you two waited. 

Damon buttoned the last button on his cuff as he entered the staircase in the back of the living room, “If being hot was a crime, I’d be serving a life sentence.” 

You snorted, “A life sentence? For a crime you didn’t even commit?” 

Damon narrowed his eyes at your snarky reply, and Stefan high-fived you as a smirk crossed your lips. 

Shadows – #SixSundays

Echoes of him followed me everywhere.

What It's Like to Spend a Rainy Day with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 272

You and Eddie are snuggled up on your couch

You with your body wedged in the right corner of the sofa, your feet propped up on an ottoman

Eddie, with his head in your lap, his brown curls fanned out across your thighs

You have a book in one hand as your other hand lazily twines a curl of Eddie’s around your finger before letting it go and doing it again to another one

Led Zeppelin’s album Led Zeppelin III turns on the record player

The dulcet tones of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” has Eddie closing his eyes and softly bopping his head along

When the chorus hits, Eddie starts to sing along

A smile curves your lips, and you mark your place in your book as you glance down at him

His eyes open, and make direct eye contact with you as he serenades you with his raspy singing voice

When the guitar solo starts, he gently grabs your left arm and pretends it's his guitar

His fingers dance along your skin, matching chords and melodies

A slow-warming feeling starts in your core as you gaze lovingly at him

Everything from the freckles across his nose, and the curve of his plush lips, along with his touch, are turning you on

You clench your thighs together to get some friction

As the song comes to an end, Eddie stands up from the couch and extends a hand out to you, a knowing smirk on his mouth

You clasp his hand with yours as he pulls down the hallway into your bedroom to show you all the ways he loves you

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Tired – #SixSundays

She stared listlessly at peeling wallpaper.