#But I knew E would be cheering me on the whole way to go and see everything

[kiankiwi]

Hi everyone! I'm officially back from Graeland (it was absolutely live changing and I'm so happy I didn't get too anxious and back out!!) It was so freaking fun and I hope every one of you who wants to get there some day actually gets to go! It's a lot to do and plan but you can do it!

ANYWAY I AM BACK!!!

I've missed writing so much and I'm finally back with my laptop and slowly getting back into my routine :)

How have you guys been?

[de3dcup1d]

One Time Thing || E. Landry

Summary: it had been 2 weeks sense you found out ethan was ghostface. You were avoiding him the whole time until he “confronted” you.

Authors note: thank you so much for the love on my last 2 post honestly was not expecting that <33 you guys r the best.<33 (Not proofread 2.1k words)

Warning: light spanking, kinda dirty talk, fingering, p in v (unprotected), public sex lowkey, creampie,

Both you and tara were heading out to a costume party she had been talking about it for weeks.You were excited too until you had found out that found out Ethan would be going too.

It had been 2 weeks since you found out ethan was one of the ghostface killers. It was eating you inside that you couldnt tell anyone. The day you found out he had threatened to kill your entire family.

Every time you would see the man your heart dropped, you would do everything just to not interact with him. If he was in the room and tried coming up to you, you instantly shut the conversation down and or tried to talk with someone else to seem distracted.

You could see he was growing frustrated but you still ranout from every attempt of interaction.

You could tell the others were noticing this too You turn around checking yourself out in the mirror as you fix your angel wings, just before you both leave.

“You ready y/n?” You hear tara from the living room ask.“Yeah im coming.” You grab your bag and walk out of your room and down to the front door.

You watch as tara grabs her things and follows you as you meet up with rest of your friends.At the party music Music boomed all around you as you walked towards the kitchen.

You grabbed a beer can from the cooler and opened it. You chugged the drink as if your depended on it.

You needed this night to let go all the pent up stress since that day with Ethan. You felt someone staring at you as you poured another shot for Tara, Mindy, and yourself. Yelling cheers as you drink, your faces turning sour after doing so.

You eyed a random guy that you thought was cute, you started dancing with him as he came over. As the song ended you were face to face with Ethan.

You flinched back before trying to walk pass him. Key word ‘try’ he’s hand grips your wrist tighter as you attempt to escape him. “Y/N lets talk please.”

Before you could respond he drags you into the small bedroom. “What the hell Ethan what’s wrong with you.” You say as he pins you up against the wooden door. His face strangely close with yours.

“Look we need to talk, and every time I try to you run away from me!” You could see the frustration in his eyes, it scared you to your core.

“How do you expect me to talk to you when you threaten me you’d kill my entire family if I told anyone.”

You say anger building up inside of you as you look into his stupid puppy dog eyes. “Why cant you see I’m trying to protect you!” Something in his eyes told you he was telling the truth.

“..how are you protecting me?”

You say confused, your heart beating rapidly anticipating his response. “My family if they know you know.. you’re dead. Despite what you think I.. like you a lot.” Your heart flutters at this.

Your eyes flutter from his down to his lips. You let out a gasp as he smashes his lips onto yours. You knew it was wrong what you felt for Ethan.

You also knew that if anyone of your friends found out they would be heartbroken. You knew they wouldn’t understand what you saw in him, but they didn’t see the way he looked at you with such love in his eyes.

Your tongues fight for dominance, Ethan ultimately winning the battle.

he viscously attacks your neck with his soft plushy lips. Low breathy moans along with whines leave your mouth as he leaves love bites against your collar bones.He lifts up your angel wings along taking off your bra and shirt.

Your hands grab his soft curly hair slightly tugging it. You let out loud moans as he tortured you with his sinful mouth on your chest. You whine as he stops his attack on your body.

“Be quiet, princess. I wouldn’t want stop right?” You nod your head yes, as you feel yourself grow wetter.

“Use your words princess” You screamed internally.

“Yes… please.. Ethan ill be.. quiet.” You say breathless. You hear him groan before returning to your chest. He leaves hickies trailing down to your mini white skirt. Your hand covers your mouth muffling the moan that slip from your lips.

He took off the mini skirt you were wearing, his head coming to the same level as you’re as his hand pushed against your pink panties. His thumb rubbed at your clit as his tongue pushed passed your lips without protest from you. Your lips were hungry against his. Your moans were captured into his mouth.

You felt your climax climbing hard and fast against his thumb. You moaned out begging for him not to stop. Your heart drops once you feel him pull away.

You were so close when Ethan ripped your orgasm away once he stopped. You whined asking him why.

“I tell you when you can cum okay, my sweet y/n you understand?” God was he always this hot? you said in your mind as you softly muttered ‘yes’ while nodding your head.

He continued rubbing at your clit only this time much slower.

“Please Ethan go.. faster” you say avoiding his gaze to embarrassed to look him in the eye. 

“Only since you asked so nicely y/n” His eyes fulled with dominance as he spoke. You could only submit to all his demands he would ever ask of you.

You felt his hand holding your cheek so your eyes locked together before he kissed your lips sloppily, as he fasten his pace on your clit. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him impossibility closer.

You felt your hips involuntary thrust into his hand as you edged closer. “..please Ethan please let me…cum” You say so close to the euphoric feeling.

He shakes his head ‘no’ looking into his eyes you could see how much joy your pain was bringing him. You feel your eyes water as you try to hold back. You begged him you felt tears fall down to your chin.

You let out a cry before cumming against his thumb, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You laid your head on the wood door trying to catch your breath.

“—Im so sorry.. Ethan please” you begged, you saw the look in his eyes. The way he stared made you feel so helpless, defensive.

“God y/n you shouldve listen.” he said shaking his head with a smirk.

You knew you were fucked.

You let out a squeal as he picks you up effortlessly down to the twin size bed. He dropped you on the bed mashing you lips together, only separating for him to take off his shirt.

You stare in shock at his surprising toned muscles. He smirked down at you once the surprise worn off. He lips pressed against your jaw leaving hickeys just to show you were his.

Parting your lips slightly into a moan as he attacks your tits.

“So perfect and just for me.” He saids leaving love bites on one of them and massaging the other.


“All..yours Ethan” you say as he sucks on your nipple rougher than before.

He stops momentarily taking off his pants, before flipping you on you stomach.

His hands harshly grabbed at your ass smacking it hard enough to leave a red mark. You let out a strangled moan as your hand comes up to muffle it.

His fingers tease your clit softly, groaning at the wetness that covered his fingers. “So wet all from me right y/n?” He saids lightly grabbing your tits with one hand.

“yes all from you.. fuck ethan“ your self dignity leaving you as the words leave your mouth.

You feel his cock slide between your pussy lips his tip rubbing at your clit.

Moans of pleads fall from your lips as he grabs your throat slightly choking you turning you on even more.

“please Ethan I need you now” your throat slightly strained from his grip on your throat.

You jaw falls open as his cock rams into your cunt. The moans that fall from your lips were straight pornographic, feeling absolute bliss from his cock.

‘So tight fuck’ you hear him mumble fucking into you even faster.

Your hands try to feel any part of him ultimately finding purchase on his toned shoulders. Your eyes rolling back as his releases his grip on your throat grabbing on to your hair instead.

You feel his cock slamming against your cervix making you moan louder and louder. You pray there is no one outside the door, knowing that if someone was there they would hear you loud and clear.

He tugs slightly on your hair feeling your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan next to your ear as you meet with his thrust, his cock hitting the deepest parts inside of you.

“Doing so good y/n god feel so good… drunk on my cock.” You nod you head at his words barely understand what he is saying. His raspy voice going straight to your cunt.

You let out a higher pitched moan as he slaps your ass again. You can feel drool fall down on your chin as his thrust get rougher and deeper.

“Ethan fuck oh my.. god so close.. please please ethan.” Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you edge closer

“Me too holy shit.. taking me so good” You can feel his thrust get sloppier. He removes his hand from on your hair, now having both of his hand resting on your hips.

“Please let me.. cum Ethan.” You saying as tears form in your eyes as you wait for his response.

‘Fuck, cum for me y/n’ he saids his voice fills your brain like a drug. God why was he just so perfect.

“Ethan ethan..fuck..ethan”Your walls clench around his cock as you cum letting out muffled moans as you rest your head against the bed cover.

Fisting the bed sheets with your hands, as oversimulation hits while his cock is still ramming into you.

Hearing a loud grunt come from his lips, you let out cry as his body slumps onto yours as he finishes inside you. You can feel his slick white cum mix with yours as it dripped down your thigh.

Groaning at the feeling your body breaks falling on the bed. All that fills the room is the heavy breathing of both of you. Feeling his body slump next to you, turning around you play with his soft curls.

“I think i love you y/n” you flinch at the loud pounding on the door. You hear Chads voice through the door calling for ethan to come out. Fuck, you mutter under your breath feeling annoyed at chad.

“Ill be there in a minute.” Ethan said breaking eye contact with you as he quickly got out of the bed reaching for his clothes.

You quickly follow his lead grabbing your clothes ignoring what ethan had just said to you. Once you both look at each other fixing any little mistakes you had over looked.

Opening the door you both avoid eye contact with chad feeling embarrassed. You slowly separate from ethan walking towards Mindy, Tara, Anika and sam?

When did sam get here you say internally, before get dragged by Mindy telling you the “rules” of horror movies and how suspicious ethan is.

“Mindy its fine! I swear its just a one time thing. Just have some trust in me.” You say knowing that you were lying straight to her face.

You felt bad but he was just was so perfect it didn’t matter. You walked out of the dorm with everyone else, you avoided eye contact with ethan as you walked to tara and sams apartment.

You saw chad and ethan talking once you started walking. You felt nervous the whole walk. Were they talking about you? I mean he did say he loved you but that was just right after he came no way he meant it right?

God why were relationships so hard.

[justporo]

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A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Chapter 10

As the joy and their love still echo through each other, Astarion sweeps up Tav for another dance - that makes them reminisce about all the things that might have been and be thankful for all the things that are.

Author's Note: Three months... It took me three months to get back to this - I am deeply sorry but life - you know. I have however this and four more chapters already drafted ready for you - and there's still more to come so I hope you're ready to jump back into this adventurous night with Astarion and Tav, start the night anew or maybe get lost in it for the first time? Anyways, I hope really hope you enjoy a chapter of a lot of emotions and banter - there's quite some more stuff to come!

Songs: Serenade for Strings in E Major - Antonín Dvořák (and also that's their second waltz)

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: none

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You could have just stayed like this for the rest of your days: Astarion’s arms firmly holding you while the world blurred around you completely with your head thrown back and you dancing together until the world would fall down.

Your vampire being your single focal point, the one thing to always return to, the only thing you really ever needed – while the rush of the dance and the prickling sensation of having drunk just a tad too much gave you a feeling of pleasant light-headedness. Life could be so easy, so beautiful.

The waltz went on forever with you and Astarion beaming broadly, drunk on love, champagne and each other. And yet the dance ended all too quickly.

When an enormous crescendo began announcing the end of the waltz you lifted your head up again and grinned broadly at Astarion who was still rushing with you over the dancefloor as if he’d never done anything else in his life.

His red eyes were so open, the smile on his face as genuine as you had ever seen. A look that could almost make you believe that it had truly always been like that: no two hundred years of torture, just this perfect, gilded vision of a happy life.

You both knew it wasn’t true – but for this moment it was more than enough.

Horns in the orchestra rose up for a grand finale. Astarion turned you even more eagerly for these last couple of rounds, an almost feral grin splitting his face. Just the pure joy of the speed with which you were almost tossed around, made you throw your head back once more. A joyous, wild, almost feral laughter escaped from your lips – caused by the simple but deep delight of feeling so, so alive. You saw it on your vampire’s face too: a power so strong his undead self might’ve been more alive in this moment than others were in their whole existence.

Astarion’s hand let go of yours and joined his other at your waist and you leaned back even more to enjoy the dizzying rush, your hands quickly moving to cover your lover’s while you were sure you had never felt this free in your life. Flying couldn’t have felt any better than this.

And the vampire couldn’t rip his eyes from his beloved, the corners of his mouth curled up so far it made his face ache as he beheld his soulmate experiencing some of the rawest, purest joy, he’d ever seen in anyone. It seemed one of the divine entities he’d prayed to had eventually answered his pleas by putting you in his way after all. Finally blessing him with a piece of paradise.

But not a single god could have even competed with you in this very moment as Astarion could barely believe the beauty of the love of his life. His feeling of wonder and glee not second to yours in this moment that felt almost detached from anything – your surroundings, your past, your future.

Truly a night and a moment to never forget.

With a beat of the drum the orchestra ended on a high note. Couples all around you broke into cheering and clapping while the other guests joined in. The volume quickly rising levels over what the musicians had just ended with.

But Astarion and you didn’t join in. His hands were still on your hips and his eyes on your flushed face full of happiness. Your chest was heaving heavily. Who could have predicted that dancing could be just as exhausting as going into battle (or indulging in other physical activities). Your earlier assessment had been quite right you felt like. Although of course the aftermath felt much more delightful and much less dreadful.

It did nothing to bother you though because wild, unbound happiness was still flooding through you. And you saw it mirrored on Astarion’s face as well in the way his eyes sparkled like garnets and you felt his hands restlessly squeeze and tap on your hips, his vigour barely contained.

He opened his mouth wanting to say something while around you people were still in a frenzy. But before he could get a word out you stepped forward, dragged him down by his face and crushed his lips to yours in a way you had never kissed him before. The urge to show him how your heart was flowing over with love for him in this very moment was just too strong to resist. You needed an outlet for the overflowing in your chest – your whole body!

The vampire let it happen, arms raising almost helplessly before he wrapped them around you and pulled you in closer, kissing you back with just as much force and emotion. And when you released him, detangling from his arms, his crimson eyes were wide with surprise. He almost stumbled back being released from your passionate embrace.

Astarion was flustered and obviously speechless.

It must’ve been an illusion of the low lights, but it almost looked like a slither of pink blush crossed over his face up to the tips of his pointy ears. He blinked several times while his mouth was slightly agape, and his eyes were still on you: as if he had perceived a miracle right in front of his own eyes. And maybe that was exactly what you were to him.

Well, that surely was a first.

Your giggle felt almost a little hysterical as you rode off the last waves of this incredible emotional high and wrapped your arms around Astarion as your vampire was still staring off into space in surprised but delighted bliss. Meanwhile around you the dancefloor emptied slightly while the thundering applause had drizzled out already.

“We need to do this again some time, love, if that’s your reaction”, Astarion murmured as he regained his wits slowly and reciprocated the hug slowly. You buried your face at his chest, still grinning almost maniacally, not ready to let the moment pass.

Some of the guests passing around you, leaving the dancefloor threw the two of you glances. Everyone had seen your display of heartfelt affection and that seemingly had warmed up the crowd to you. One or two people went as far as touching your or Astarion’s shoulder as you kept standing there: the very illustration of a happy, young fairytale couple.

As that thought crossed your mind you almost started to giggle again – your little ironic roleplay had maybe become just a little tad too convincing.

You lifted your face off Astarion’s chest who had let his thumbs wander softly over your arms. “Now, my prince, are you ready to get your white stallion and steal me away for our first night of passion before we get married, and I have no other task in life than bear your children and raise them while you go off to some war from which you’ll never return?” you asked him, rambling on and on with the newly found energy and placed the back of your hand on your forehead in a dramatic gesture.

The vampire’s eyebrow in the meantime had arched higher and higher the more you added to the cliché imagery of your fairytale. He grinned at you, eyebrow still raised, giving him the expression of seriously questioning your sanity in this moment. “Darling, I honestly think you’re getting just a tad too much into this,” he whispered while the party, the drinking, the chatter rose up around you again.

“Also you do know my stance on horses, sweetheart.”

You laughed and pinched one of his cheeks. You were definitely still feeling high of everything and were in a silly mood. Thankfully Astarion didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he could barely contain his own laughter as he answered you.

“But at least you put the night of passion before the marriage, at least it’s not a prude tale,” he continued, his voice taking on a sultry note while he inclined his head to you.

“But scrap the terrible, stereotypical ending, my love, I’ll happily stay right here with you for as long as we both want to,” Astarion closed, his tone now a lot more genuine again. You could only answer with a big happy smile, placing your head against his chest again.

The orchestra in the meantime had taken a short break, some of the musicians allowing themselves to indulge in a singular glass of offered champagne before they continued playing for what would surely be a very long night still.

You pulled back from Astarion a little with a sigh: “You’re right, I guess this is all going straight to my head more even than the alcohol. I guess once we’re back home I will have to spend a week in the Lower City and get shit-faced every night at Maeve’s until they let me sleep under the big bench on the floor. You know to ground myself again.”

“Ah see, there’s my little feral street cat that I love so much again”, the Astarion replied in a haughty tone – with a tinge of disapproval and teasing disgust.

You kicked him – but only slightly as you stood too close to him to get him properly. “Be nice, you prick!”

The vampire only laughed and while holding onto your slim shoulders pressed a quick kiss to your lips. The orchestra was now getting ready to start playing again. The conductor tapping his baton against his stand again to gain everyone’s attention. Another waltz was announced while you tried to kick Astarion again for being a meanie.

“You could give me just one deeply romantic moment once in a while, you know that, Astarion? Without ruining it with your sass!”

“I didn’t bring up getting drunk at this piss poor establishment someone even dared to call a tavern,” Astarion replied. You simply tried to swat his arm but the rogue took a half step back, dodging just out of your reach

“Did you really get so drunk at this forlorn tavern that they let you sleep it off on the floor?” he asked with mock worry on his face

“I won’t answer this question right now, Astarion,” you replied and let go of him to take a step back yourself while pursing your lips.

“Well then, darling,” he said and grabbed hold of your wrist before you could step away from him further. “Allow me another question then: will you join me for another dance?” The low, golden light of the chandeliers sparkled in Astarion’s eyes as he said that with his head slightly bowed to you. He was all of a sudden on his best behaviour again as you heard the musicians in the orchestra readying themselves for another piece.

In this in between moment you took a second to take your partner in again. You had been with him all night. You had seen him get dressed even but with how he looked at you right now you were just wholly smitten by him again. He looked like sin in a suit – and you were so ready to indulge again. Forgotten was the short insolent quarrel. But how could you stay mad at him for long when the look on his face and wide red puppy eyes spoke of nothing but adoration and deep affection for you.

So, when his smile and his offered hand promised you another round of exhilarating joy should you accept his offer, you didn’t even think before agreeing and grabbing his hand.

His fingers wrapped around yours as Astarion smiled happily at you and swung you around once more while the strings softly began playing a new piece.

Your vampire made you take one – or two – extra turns before he pulled you back in, arm wrapping firmly around you once more and then starting to twirl around the room again. It was a slower waltz now that fit well with how the mood seemed to have shifted from electrifying frenzy to something a bit calmer now. The dancefloor had emptied quite a bit. Many of the guests, as you noticed while turning your head around while Astarion made you glide over the polished wooden floors, were back to drinking, chatting, showing off and gossiping. And another thing you noticed: if everything had been highly polished at first, just like the gold buttons on most everyone’s doublets or the silver of amulets around necks, there was a slight general disarray noticeable. Some cravats and scarfs had been loosened, buttons opened up, lipstick smeared, and headpieces started to slide dangerously off people’s heads. All which was going hand in hand with a general air of tipsiness and derailment. At this point in the night, it might’ve been impossible to find just about one person not slightly stumbling from maybe having had one or two glasses of champagne too many.

And you were pretty sure you even spotted at least one hysterically laughing tiefling lady sipping directly from a huge, heavy-looking bottle – having to use her other hand to even get it lifted. When another turn took you around again, you spotted her once more – and realised that it was the woman who’d been involved in the group from earlier. Apparently, she had dodged her cheating husband for a good bottle in hopes of something less treacherous – good for her.

Your gaze snapped back to Astarion, trying to find out if he had spotted her as well. And you knew he had when you saw his wicked, almost vicious smirk as he pulled you in a little closer with his hand on the small of your back. He sighed abruptly and dramatically while his face formed to a mocking expression mimicking disappointment and compassion: “Seems not everyone can be as lucky, loving and harmonious as the two of us, my love.”

Apparently just for the timing of the punchline did your feet choose this moment to make you stumble and almost fall onto Astarion. He hissed at you.

Only his roguish quick reflexes grabbing you by the shoulders and counterbalancing you stopped you both from toppling over. He lost not a moment before picking up the pace of the waltz again while you were still recovering from the shock.

Astarion clicked his tongue in disapproval, lips pursed: “I stand corrected.”

You snarled at him and were just about to show him how ‘harmonious’ you could be when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Someone else that was familiar.

You craned your neck in hopes of catching another glimpse while Astarion kept scolding you for not paying attention and how you would cause the two of you to lose the image of the imposing, perfect couple if you tumbled over each other while dancing. But you were indeed barely paying attention and therefore ignored what your partner was blabbering about.

Another turn and then you saw them again: another couple enjoying the dance together. Maybe a tad slower than the two of you and a bit less fluently. And in one half of the couple, you recognised your lovely elderly lady neighbour. She was dancing with a man much taller than her small frame, elegantly clothed with long black hair, tied together at his back in a low ponytail. While they slowly and a bit sluggishly turned, you saw how young and devilishly handsome her partner was. She was beaming up at him. And just the huge, genuine smile took years off her aged face.

You couldn’t help yourself, your mouth fell open. Your gaze snapped back to Astarion once more, hoping again that he had observed what you had just seen. And surely, he had, because there was at least slight surprise and even a bit of admiration on his face – his downturned corners of his mouth and lifted eyebrows giving him away.

“Old lady still got it within her, it seems”, Astarion commented and hummed approvingly. You had to agree.

“I hope it’s not for her money or estate,” you replied. You felt how the vampire just shrugged under your hand on his shoulder. You craned your neck again to look at them. But when you saw how he as well looked at her as if she was the most precious thing, he’d ever come across you knew it wasn’t.

“I do wonder though. When they go to bed how well she’s taking it with the age differ-“, Astarion began with a wicked glint and a grin that made him look almost fiendish.

This time you stumbled fully on purpose. Causing Astarion to hiss at you angrily again.

“You’re one to talk about age difference, grandpa!” you hissed back and stuck out your tongue when he began twirling you around with more force as if he was trying to work the insolent attitude right out of you by force.

Had he called the two of you harmonious just moments ago? Apparently only if the harmony was accounted for by the way you both violently bickered with each other like an old married couple.

“Why am I even taking this from someone barely older than a child,” Astarion snapped angrily while his grip on you got a little firmer, trying to show you there would be no more slip-ups, not under his watch.

“Be happy, I’ve decided to take care of an elderly citizen, love,” you spat back but barely hiding a grin.

Astarion huffed. “You’re not simply after my money, are you?”

You snorted. “There’s barely any notable amount to speak of, is there?”

The pale elf sighed in mocking disappointment: “So you’re only in it for the love – how sentimental and very unbusinesslike of you, my dear.”

“Guess, we’ll have to do with the feelings we have for each other,” you sighed back. Astarion too gave you another dramatic sigh as well while you shared a deep look into each other’s eyes. Then you both started to laugh softly before the strings of the waltz became slower still and more melancholic, the bittersweet music making a feeling of yearning rise up in your chest.

You were focused wholly on each other again with only the music lulling you. The room, the party, the other guests swirled by in colourful but easily ignorable billows. With steady moves again now you let yourself be taken away by the feelings rising up within your chest and your vampire’s tender expression while you moved over the dancefloor once more with the elegance of water in motion.

“Have you,” Astarion began in a much more sombre and genuine tone now after a while of just gazing at each other, “have you ever wondered how it would have been? If we’d met under different circumstances? Happier ones, I mean.”

“You mean, if you hadn’t become-“ you awkwardly gesticulated around with your hand wrapped with his. He simply nodded. And you immediately understood what he was trying to say: would there have been a version of events where you had found each other without all the pain and the turmoil in between?

The way he looked at you in such a vulnerable manner now made your heart ache. You saw the cracks within him he usually did his best to cover up and hide – and that he only trusted you with to only ever see. If only there was a way to relieve him of this weight he felt.

A pained smile swept over your face: “I have.” You sighed. You had to look away for a single second.

“Although in every version I’ve come up with so far we would have crossed ways and probably would have only spared each other a spiteful glance – with me having grown up homeless on the streets and you being a magistrate with noble upbringing and everything”, you continued. And then you remembered something you had spoken about earlier that evening, your gaze snapped back to his. “And I would have probably left with your purse and laughed about how stupid you were.” A weak smile played on your lips with the weak attempt of lightening the mood again.

You saw some of the pain you felt mirrored on the vampire’s face. His gaze shortly slipped from yours as well as he seemed taken by his own imagination of an alternate meeting, another ending to your story. Then he offered you a small, slightly sad smile when he looked into your eyes again: “If only you were an actual princess, things might have turned out differently, my heart.”

“That’s a lot of ifs, isn’t it?”

Astarion shrugged and was prepared to move on from the topic, but now that he said it, there was something about it.

“Although,” you began, catching the vampire’s fleeting attention once more. He cocked his head slightly. “This might have not even the biggest ‘if’.”

Astarion’s interest was caught, his full lips forming a questioning “oh” while his eyebrows jumped up. Frankly, he seemed thankful for an opportunity to leave the territory of hurtful memories and regrets behind.

You cleared your throat, getting yourself ready to reveal something about your past you didn’t like to dwell on – at all.

“Well, I might have told you that my father was a pretty high-up elven noble, right?” Astarion bowed his head to you, waiting for the new piece of information in this, narrowing his eyes.

“Turns out, he’s actually the king of a small, mostly secluded living elven enclave in some Faerun forest – all this being part of the reason why my mother dropped me on the steps of some cloister after birth. A bastard child is one thing, but the bastard child of a king – unimaginable, not tolerable”, you burst out all at once like ripping the knife out of a wound. And just like a blade viciously pulled from flesh made blood gush from the cut, making it hurt more, you felt how a whole lot of emotions of long hidden away memories were about to wash over you.

You couldn’t hold the vampire’s gaze for a few long moments while you fought to not get swept away by hurtful, long stowed away memories. Astarion’s gaze at you softened, his thumb wandering over your entwined fingers. He didn’t fully understand what all this meant for you. But he surely knew and realised when someone was not willing to share further details about pain of the past.

If you wanted there would come a time and a place to talk more about this and what I meant for you. But the middle of a dancefloor during a big ball was neither for that.

You remained in silence for long heartbeats while you asked yourself why you had so randomly offered up this piece of information about yourself – something that you had neither thought about in a long time nor wanted to pay any mind to in the future. Where you came from meant nothing to you, only the present and the man that held you was important for you now.

After a while you had caught yourself again and you lifted your head to meet his gaze again.

“I guess that’s just what we are right now, Astarion, a vampire only having broken free from his master after two centuries and a former street kid that also barely made it as a thief”, you said with a small bitter laugh.

Astarion let his thumb wander over your entwined hands again while he pulled you in closer once more, both his hands on your back now as he still made you both turn around lazily, another waltz nearing his end.

“For what it’s worth, darling,” he murmured and offered you a genuine smile with wide, open eyes, “I’m sure you agree we would have both been happy if we hadn’t gone through everything we did to get here. But I am still very happy that I’m here now and that I get to share it with you, my heart. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His crimson eyes conveyed his love for you as he cupped your cheek and the strings drew out a single last mournful note. Slowly your lips curled into a smile and saw it spread over Astarion’s face too – two partners in crime.

What was it even worth to mourn something that could have never been?

And you had to agree with him. You were incredibly happy for the time since you had met him, if not for the circumstances. But luckily, from there on out, things had been looking up tremendously.

Your future, you thought, looked quite golden, and with a fair share of garnets strewn across.

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[slvt4lanadelrey]

Drug High | Vada Cavell

Warnings: drugs, swearing

Your elbow nudged closed your trunk, huffing when the vehicle door decided to argue with you; shifting close with a loud squeal.

You rest your body into the car, groaning at how your back clicked with a strained pull on your spinal column. The blue paint pressed into your skin, your back-pack resting further up the metal.

You hadn't had much sleep, your body always aching at how you had to lug countless amounts of drugs with you everyday: hidden away in your rucksack so the teacher wasn't suspecting.

It was easy to get away, the whole drug dealer thing. You had the grades, the attitude and a glisten academic career that made you an unsuspecting target for the teacher, and the police.

Maybe that's why the shady men asked you, almost forcing you to sell all types of drugs to your peers and older people who needed a fix.

Some days, I'd make you sick; the damages you could be inflicting by offering a highly addictive pill that made people's lives crumble. But then, you were simply a pusher, you weren't forcing any kind of pill into people's hands: only whispering into the easily impressionable minds.

You had a rule, you wouldn't sell to people who you knew was doing it for something other than a rush. You weren't going to accuse people of anything, especially anything like suicidal desires: but you also wasn't stupid, and no way was you going to let someone do something they may regret.

You were a candy man if anything, selling candy to people who needed the sugar rush, the haze of how candy could fog their mind and forget their problems.

That's how you ended up lying over your car, groaning into your hands at the persistent brunette in front of your feet.

Please, she would plead pressing her untied shoes into the floor; acting like a child who wasn't betting what they wanted. You had dealt with people like her, begging you to give them anything, even the small speck of dust.

"Vada, no." You sternly stated, once again. The brunette whined in objection, pouting her lip further out to enhance her charm; a charm that had zero effect on you.

"I'm a paying customer, Y/N, you have to serve me." She placed a hand on her hip, smirking at how imagery triumphant win. You scoffed at the thought, if only that logic applied here.

"I'm not a McDonald's worker, Vada. I don't have to serve, you're trying to be E! That's a hard ass drug, especially if you haven't taken anything like it before. You'd be foaming, and trying to eat rocks."

She giggled, imagining herself in those types of situations: finding a comedic spin to it all. You however were dead set on selling her anything other than weed.

"I said no."

"I said yes."

You rolled your eyes, pressing away from your car. You clicked the button, leaving further when the lock turned on.

Vada followed after, tripping over her untied shoelace: something you warned her about, twice.

She fell with a 'oof' sound, hands reached out for something, lucky enough your shirt was the closet thing. She tugged down on your clothing, almost tearing the piece from your chest. You groaned, the material rubbing into your skin harshly and burning almost.

"Fuck! Vads, get off." She hurried to her feet, shifting up back on her feet. Flashing you an embarrassed smile, her face no longer the silky olive colour, but now a burnt red.

"Please, Y/N. I want it, I'm willing to pay whatever. She whined out, still pouting. You licked your teeth, wagering the backlash that may come.

"Nick won't harass me?" She shook her head adamantly, offering you a soft smile.

"One condition, you'll be taking the drugs with me." She cheered, lifting her fist into the air and bumped an unknown presence.

"Meet me here after school. Immediately after school." You left no room to argue, not like she would anyways. You left without saying another thing, ignoring the cries out of praises she was spewing your way.

Eventually, the day came to an end. Your back was pressed into the back of your car, a cigarette between your lips. You waited for the presence of Vada, patiently grazing your eyes through the crowd of people filtering out of the pact school.

Vada stomped into your eyeline, huffing her arms out when she came to a halt in front of you.

"Hello, little miss moody, how's your day been?" She didn't answer, apparently your comment on her obvious attitude ruined her mood even more. She flared her eyes, glaring at you with an uncertain look: whether she should poke the bear, the drug dealer bear who's giving her drugs at any moment.

"No. I did not have a good day." She spat out, moving towards the passenger seat of your car. You didn't ask anymore questions, simply opened the car doors and hopped in.

The car air was awkward, conversation started dancing across your lips: each time you would attempt to open your mouth, Vada would shuffle further into the leather seat.

Finally, your car rolled to an empty car park, leaving all hope of conversation to die when your finger wrapped around your door handle.

You darted into your house, unlocking the door; Vada of course, letting herself in and settled down on your couch.

"So…how does it work?" The brunette asked, folding her arms around her body. You walked towards the girl, handing her a packet of small pills without saying another word.

"Do I just—take one?" She asked, sceptical of what she was about to consume. You nodded, sitting beside her.

"Okay, total transparency, I haven't take anything this serious before. I mean, fuck, I've smoked weed? But nothing else, nothing this…chemical." She glanced over at you with curious eyes, her fingertips holding the blue pill with fear.

"Just swallow it." You commented, holding no hesitation when it came to placing the dissolvable pill on your tongue and gulping it down. She stared with wide eyes, mimicking your actions. She gaged when the agreed taste plagued her saliva, the chalky dust leaving an undesirable taste on her tongue.

"Now what. I don't feel anything. Should I feel something? I should feel something, surely? I don't know man, I feel the same way, maybe I should take more?" She reached back into the small packet, attempting to retreat another 'candy' from it. You slapped her hand away, chuckling into the couch.

"You gotta wait a second, V. It ain't magic, it won't just suddenly make your head spin and heart pound." She dropped her head, sulking.

"My heart will pound? Oh god, I can feel it happening, can you feel my pulse? I think I'm dead, oh, death is weirdly close to living." She stared at the ceiling, her hands playing with the rings around her digits.

"I like being dead, it's chill." She mumbled, speech already slurred every though it had only been ten minutes since she consumed the drug.

You stared at her, watching with calculated looks.

"You know you're actually really pretty. I get why Mia liked you." You turned away from her, a sour taste foaming at your mouth. Mia, a mutual acquaintance between the both of you. Mia and you had a thing, a fleeting crush if anything.

"Man, I feel amazing, like I could probably fly.—" she suddenly reached out to you, holding your hand with a shaken look.

"Don't let me float away, I'm sort of scared of heights. I'm just really stupidly small, so everything seems so damn big!" She complained, her words muffled when she held her hand to her lips.

She found some sort of entertainment with the hollow sound her mouth made, giggling at how her words weren't understandable; not even to her.

"You're not that small." You replied, the drug settling in your mind and tainting your vision. Your world became a fuzzy mess, the only thing visible was Vada who was staring at you with wide eyes.

"I'm 5 '1, my little sister is nearly the same height and she's like 12." She pouted her lip out, shaking her head like a toddler.

"Uh huh."

Somehow, in the midst of the height your body was pressed into the floor. Vada was led beside you, humming at nothing. She carried on to mumble weird sounds, nothing making sense; especially anything that came out of her parted lips.

She was deep in a rant, raving about how she hated Mrs Lee for failing her in chemistry, your heart was in your ears, pulsing at a pace that made your eyes squint in pain.

"Hey, Vada?" You called out, hoping to draw her attention; with no avail, Vada showed no interest in replying.

"Vada."

She whipped her head to the side, looking at you; well at your lips.

"You're really pretty." She commented again, smiling into the air. She looked cute, eyes dilated, almost like nothing was behind the dark circles.

"You've said."

She nudged close to you, her breath fanning onto your face.

"This is where you either compliment me, or kiss me."

[catgamer3122]

Had A Long Day, Huh Sugar?

( Where are my Nyota Uhura x reader fics? There is such a lack of them, and it is so disappointing. My girl needs more love and appreciation! )

Notes:

Y/N - Your Name

U/C - Uniform Color

E/C - Eye Color

H/C - Hair Color.

Will always greatly appreciate comments! Thank you for reading

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Y/N had a long and stressful day, their muscles were killing them as they struggled to walk down the hallway of the Enterprise and back to their quarters.

They wanted nothing more than to collapse on their bed, and sleep for about a week straight. The entire time being on board the Enterprise, they felt as if they hadn't been to sleep properly.

Finally their quarters doors slid open as they stumbled in, walking towards the bathroom and slipping off their shoes and feeling the cold tile floor. They smiled in relief as they practically ripped their U/C Pants/Skirt uniform and tossed it to the ground, stepping into the Sonic Shower.

If there was one thing Y/N missed back on earth was the privilege of laying down in a nice warm bathtub with real water. Sure the Sonic Shower did its job of cleaning you, but it felt as if a bucket of ice cold water fell on you, despite the fact you would remain completely dry.

Y/N steps out of the shower and puts on some casual clothing before they fall onto the couch, sighing deeply.

The exhaustion was beginning to truly sink in. They have been working so hard lately that their whole body aches from the tension. They slowly felt their hand wandering, staring blankly at the wall before feeling their arm being shaken gently.

" Had a long day, huh sugar? "

Y/N opened their E/C eyes slowly and saw the familiar sight of Nyota. They smiled and reached up and pulled her into a hug. Nyota always knew what was going on in their mind just by looking at them, it seemed.

" That's one way to put it... '' Y/N mumbles quietly as Nyota pulls back slightly and cups their faces. She looked like she was thinking deeply as her thumbs rubbed circles across Y/N's cheeks soothingly. " I think I know just the thing to cheer you up. '' She said gently before pushing them back down onto the couch gently and rushed to grab her makeup bag that she used every morning.

Soon Y/N found themselves laying in Uhura's lap, listening to her beautiful humming as she gently brushes some soft blush onto Y/N's cheeks.

" Show me the stars

You know the galaxies of my heart "

Y/N sighs in content hearing Uhura's angelic voice sing to them. Nyota never failed to make her feel special and happy. No matter how much work the both of them had, they had their moments when Y/N got a little lost within the universe.

" I saw a lunar eclipse

Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips "

Y/N felt their eyelids grow heavier as Uhura ran her hand through their H/C hair. They let themselves be rocked by the sound of Uhura's voice and drifted into a much needed peaceful sleep. They felt Nyota's lips brush against their forehead and heard her whisper.

" I love you, my darling “

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

GAAAAAHH, Your so good man! While writing for Hank, I drabbled a little with how reader feels/felt?

Now, Reader didn't feel unloved of course, they loved the platonic yan adults and the teens/kids very much! But... they couldn't help that they didn't feel unconditionally cared for, the fact that they weren't actually related to them (Im shooting for that being what reader truly believed) always burned in the back of their mind, they felt the others had every right to turn them away if reader sought out that family bond from them, because they weren't really family, so why would they need to reach out to reader in that way? Reader knew they were loved, but that didn't change or get rid of the the pain, or the guilt they felt for not being grateful for the relationship/s they did have with everyone, they should be satisfied with the love they have, but they aren't, there's a part of reader that wants a kind of affection they truly believe they don't deserve.

So if Reader were related to Hank/Beast? The world is going to see a whole new side of him, a part of him that's merciless, because someone has been taken from them, and that can't go without punishment. He would be so so angry with himself, for never seeing that his kid was there with them the whole time, no one knew, and now reader and the others were gone, and nothing could change that. Then learning about how reader felt, something in him snapped, and he would do anything to make sure the future was a better one... even if the kids were the price they payed.

Dude you've got to let me know if I need to slow down, anyways, love ya!

🐑 Anon

Holy mole... That is a good take on a passage Reader would write, 🐑 Anon! They wouldn't have many notes written, or too much, but what they do have is hidden, all put in the same box and tucked away in a closet or under the bed or hidden behind books or beneath a floorboard. The notes have various dates, sometimes a few days apart, sometimes several months, even a year or so, but it details how Reader truly feels... And it's not great. They felt less than the others. Like they weren't worth as much. If anything happened to Reader, it wouldn't hold as many consequences, but it would break the others if something happened to another kid or adult, so they'd do everything they could to keep them alive. It portrays their fears, of abandonment, of hatred, of being cast out if they overstepped a boundary. It shows small portraits they've made of the others, or small notes on what to get them, what they like, the best ways to cheer them up...

It's heartbreaking, for the adult platonic yans to read through them, seeing how Reader tried so hard to please them and make them happy and keep everything together... And it's even worse when one of them is their parent. One they never knew about, one they'd never have a relationship with... and one who would never be able to form that bond with Reader.

If Hank was there parent... He's a sweet person. He's patient, he's good with kids, he's helpful and kind and caring... After this... He gets a bit darker. He still loves the kids and his friends, don't get him wrong! But... he misses the ones who are gone. The ones they couldn't save. And he spends hours, perfecting medicines and devices to help keep the others healthy and safe and to get rid of any... unnecessary individuals. What happened will not happen again. Not if he has any say in it. This tragedy... it will not be in vain. They learned their lesson. They cannot let others hurt them, or their children, or others like them. If they can't choose peace and acceptance freely, then they will accept it forcefully. And my oh my, the ideas he has to help keep the order amongst the people... Nothing violent, no. But perhaps something that... inclines them to make certain choices. To act a certain way, or to think a certain thought... And all the ways it can be administered. Medicines, drugs, perhaps a few small chips or trackers, to better keep an eye on every individual, especially the ones who are rather... outspoken...

It isn't easy, trying to move on. Trying to keep this new peace. Trying to right a wrong that has nothing they can right.

He had a child.

Now he does not.

Neither one of then knew the other was there, within reach, and now neither of them will be able to have the other as family. It hurts, deep down inside, worse than when his mutation further manifested, worse than being cooped up inside the mansion for a few months, worse than any accident in his lab. Those could be managed; handled; dealt with; healed. This... this wound won't heal. And while he is thankful for the others who are still there... he truly misses those who aren't.

Perhaps this path is dark, full of sorrow and doubt, but all they can do is make the best of it. The woods of paradise may be lovely, dark and deep, but he has promises to keep, and miles to go before he sleeps... (miles to go before he sleeps...)

(We have Erik and Hank down; that leaves The Professor, Storm, Wolverine, Sabretooth, and Mystique, as possible parents to Reader, that we can explore before anything is made canon to the au!)

[linawritestwst]

Hello! Can I request Leona, Ruggie, Trey and Kalim reacting to their male s/o who is T E R R I F Y I N G when angry? Like, he radiates such raw fury that even Malleus or Lilia would start sweating

leona, ruggie, trey and kalim x s/o who's terrifying when angry (headcanons) (male!reader)

yay, my first male!reader request! we really need more male reader content tbh also i wrote this more like "the reader character is usually really calm, but if you make him angry, RUN", i hope that's okay!

leona kingscholar.

♡ leona didn't think you're that type of guy who becomes very scary when you're angry. you were pretty chill most of the time, so he didn't think that a "soft herbivore" like you could have a much more aggressive and violent side. so yeah, it would be an understatement to say that leona was shocked when he saw how you act when someone annoys you just a bit too much. 

♡ leona was looking for you everywhere and he even kinda started to get worried but he would never tell you that and he would never expect to see you yelling at another student and being extremely close to punching them. and what's with that scary face expression?? you're glaring at that student like they killed your whole family and you're about to avenge them! leona has never seen you being so angry, no, of course he knew that you also can feel that emotion even if you're a big softie, BUT LEONA FELT LIKE YOU'RE ABOUT TO ACTUALLY KILL THIS PERSON IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

♡ o-okay, maybe leona should do something about this. you most likely have a reason to act this way and this person has probably done something very bad to make you so angry, but leona doesn't want you to hurt them.. only because it would ruin your reputation and make everything too complicated. otherwise, leona would just stand there and watch, that student probably deserved it. leona interrupts you two (though the person you were mad at was so scared, they couldn't say a word) and asks what's going on. and right when leona appears, you calm down (at least for a moment) and explain what happened while trying so hard not to punch that person. leona prepares himself and he thinks they insulted you or something like that, but.. ah. they stole your lunch.

♡ yeah, leona definitely expected something much worse. no, of course, stealing your lunch is bad, but you just.. you just looked so scary.. "really? oh, that's just how i always express my anger! is that not normal?" no, y/n, leona doesn't think so. but you scared that person so much that they apologized multiple times, while begging you to spare them and they returned your lunch, thankfully, they didn't have the time to eat it. and then they also realize that leona is your boyfriend. returning your lunch was a wise decision. and you instantly became your usual cheerful self the moment you got your lunch back. "yay! i just went through a lot today, everyone's been so annoying and then that idiot stole my food and.. yeah, that was the last straw, haha. now, do you wanna go and eat with me?" yeah, leona probably should go with you, but now he will be extra careful. you're already in a bad mood and leona doesn't think you'll go easy on him. but you acting so scary before was kinda hot he's not gonna lie

ruggie bucchi.

♡ ruggie thought that you'd never hurt a fly, you just were such a cool and chill guy, he wasn't sure if he has ever seen you get angry. he thought that if someone poured soup in your lap, you would probably apologize to that person. but then, one day, you and ruggie were hanging out, just having fun together and you suddenly heard a random student say these horrible things about ruggie not being the best boyfriend for you and that you could've chosen someone else, not this "sneaky hyena guy that no one can trust". oh, looks like they're gonna die soon.

♡ you walked to that student, forced them to look at you and grabbed their arm, causing them a lot of pain. "what did you say about my boyfriend just now?" okay, that student has already started regretting what they said earlier. "i.. i just thought you could choose someone.. you know, better.." "oh, really? hmm, i wonder who could be better than him? oh, maybe you're just jealous and you were talking about yourself?" "what?? no, dude, i would never-" too late! you're gonna beat that person to death! <3

♡ ruggie was too surprised to see you acting like this, he couldn't do anything. okay, no, he knew that he has to do something, he can't just let you beat this person, you're definitely gonna get in trouble for this later. and you're doing all of this just because they insulted ruggie?? when he didn't even hear what this student said?? okay, first of all, ruggie is even more in love with you now, but also.. yeah, now that he heard what this person said, he's not feeling so good. he already was a bit insecure and he thought that he doesn't deserve to be your boyfriend, so hearing someone else say that made him feel even worse. 

♡ "hey, y/n, calm down, okay? i'm fine, really, you don't have to go this far!" ruggie wasn't sure if he thought that person was right or he actually kinda wanted to see you punch them, but he knew that he has to stop this fight before teachers notice. ruggie couldn't let you get punished just because you tried to protect him. it was tempting to ignore ruggie and fight this person anyway, but he was right, that was a bit too much. though you'd kill them if you could. you take a deep breath and let this person go. "sorry, ruggie, i just.. couldn't let them say all that stuff about you. i love you so much, after all!" oh well, now ruggie knows how much you love him and how far you'd go for him. 

trey clover.

♡ like other characters, trey didn't think you're the type to get angry easily or anything like that. though he did suspect that you might be.. not exactly a pure and innocent kind of person. it was just a feeling, call it intuition, if you want. it probably wasn't right though, he knew that he can't just suspect his own boyfriend like this, but he was careful not to get on your bad side. trey was already starting to think that maybe he should stop coming up with all these theories and accept that you're just this very peaceful person that doesn't like fighting- WHAT ARE YOU DOING, Y/N, WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU AND RIDDLE.

♡ apparently, you were feeling really tired lately, you couldn't care less about your homework and riddle was not okay with this. riddle called you out for not working hard enough and he also reminded you to study for a future exam and you were just done. so you, being a brave (maybe a bit stupid) little guy that you are, decided to raise your voice at riddle rosehearts himself. yeah, it was not a good idea.

♡ trey felt like he just saw two great nations being in the middle of the war. both you and riddle were quite hot-headed and you just refused to listen to each other and kept on insisting that you're the one who's right. if you were a heartslabyul student, riddle could just use his unique magic on you, but he kept resisting. and that's when trey knew that he has to calm you two down before everything becomes worse. "now, now, you two, what happened? let's talk this out, i'm sure we'll be able to find a solution." okay, you and riddle felt a bit ashamed when you realized that trey was watching you.

♡ in the end, riddle agreed that he could be less strict with you and he didn't know that you were struggling, so he offered to help you with homework and that future exam. sure, it's not really fair, if you're from a different dorm, but.. you could really use some help right now. also, you're trey's boyfriend, so riddle feels like he has to be more kind to you. when riddle left, trey's only reaction was "well.. that was truly something." and he really means it, he didn't think you'd have the guts to fight someone like riddle. so he was right all along, you really do have a "dark side", haha. but that only makes you more interesting, right?

kalim al-asim.

♡ to kalim, you were a ray of sunshine. you were a cute and innocent angel, he was sure that you'd never hurt anyone, he always felt so relaxed and peaceful around you! so if someone made you angry.. they must've done something really bad, right? you would never hurt anyone "just because you can", right? well.. today was the day kalim saw you being angry for the first time and it also was the first time he actually felt scared of you.

♡ of course, kalim knew that you can get angry, he still sees you as someone who's very soft and sweet, but he knew that you can also feel all kinds of emotions. he just.. didn't think you would express your anger like this. he thought that you would kill this person if he didn't stop you, so he immediately ran to you and tried to calm you down. he wanted to believe that it was not a big deal and it wasn't something serious, but again.. he knew that if you got angry, it must be very serious.

♡ turns out that you heard this person say that they're sure you don't actually love kalim and you're just using him for his money. they thought that you didn't express your love that often and you were just faking it, you didn't actually care about kalim. you knew that they most likely just wanted to ruin your day and didn't actually care about kalim, but still.. it did make you feel awful.you already had to deal with some other people that also believed you were just using kalim. you knew why jamil was a bit suspicious at first, you couldn't blame him, but when other people mentioned it.. it just felt wrong to you. why do they care? you were sure that they weren't kalim's friends or anything like that, so why do they "worry" so much about your relationship? what is their problem-

♡ but when kalim appears, for some reason you calm down almost instantly. haha, so he's actually a ray of sunshine in this relationship. you two go somewhere more quiet and even though you don't want to upset him, you tell him what happened, because you know that kalim will want answers anyway. when you explain everything, kalim is just so.. sad, he hates that you've been going through so much and he feels like it's because of him. you don't deserve any of this, okay? he loves you so much and he knows that you love him too, why can't other people see that? now, why don't you go and do something fun together? kalim doesn't blame you for lashing out at that student and he tells you that anger is a normal emotion, but he wants to see you being happy! 

[thebunnednun]

Buggy the Clown X Reader Lovesick

I'd suggest looping the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6-LuNQRo9E

Angst fic time guys, bust out the tissues and do your best to recover afterwards. I was thinking of starting a few series. Lemme know what you guys would like to read. 

Songfic set to Laufey's: LoveSick

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♩Floorboards creaking in my home

Deathly silence when alone

Oh, I wish that you were here right now♩

You awoke with a start and clasped your hands to your neck. Five days, that's all it took for your world to come crashing down around you. Your eyes adjusted to the dim room around you. The sun hadn't bored its way into your windows yet, thankfully. It was a kindness you much needed. Softly, you placed your hands beside you. Closing your eyes, you felt the left side of the mattress to find it ice cold and empty. You knew it would be empty. So why bother checking, anyway? You slowly opened your eyes again, fingers retrieving an orange and white striped bandana. 

♩So unlike me, somehow I

Fell in love in just three nights

Those November days still haunting me♩

You met him in a bar. The crew and yourself having docked at a town during the fall. The smell of apples and crisp air was intoxicating to you. Agreeing to accompany everyone to a pub, you sat by yourself as the designated person that evening. However, that changed when your captain ran into an old foe. 

"BINKY!" "Fuck Me." 

You swiveled around in your step to see a very interesting man before you. He stood over six feet tall and sported a pissed-off look. Maybe you were staring too hard because his angry green eyes flicked directly towards you. Time honestly just stopped there for both of you. Let's be clear: Both parties saw it too. Your (e/c) starbeds locked with his piercing green ones in a mix of curiosity and interest. Your whole body seemed to hum in unison little cheers of, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!" The light around everything else was gone. Only you and him exist in time and space right now. You knew the whole of your face was flushed from the warmth of your body. 

But you'd be lying if you didn't see the redness from his neck creep upwards towards the tips of his ears. 

Finally, he tore his orbs away from yours and looked back at Luffy. They nodded and called it a truce for that night. Zoro took you to get water while Sanji playfully teased you. You wanted to turn around from the bar and find that man again. You felt strong tingles running up and down the curve of your back. Peeking out from behind your hair, you could see him intently peering at you. 

You shook your head, thankful for the bars open window, and returned to nursing your water. There was a quiet buzz all around from the merriment.

Your heart swelled from the harmony but also pounded to be let out. It seemed to call out to you, "Look! There he is! In all his golden resistance. Haven't you ever wished to know? To know, the love from your soul mate? If you don't let me out right now, you never will! Oh, please let me go to him. I can hear his heart too, listen!"

Placing your hand over your chest, you tried to stop your heart from escaping the ribs of your bossom and flying into the chest of that blue-haired man. 

You tried to close your eyes and steady your hard breathing. The bartender refreshed your water glass, and you could hear the bar stool next to you scooting back. Opening your eyes, you were met with the same green ones that seemed to shine brighter. You traced over his whole being, not noticing that he had leaned down to your height. The corner of his lips turned ever so slightly until he brought his fist up to rest on his jaw.

The motion caught your attention minutes later when you paused and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Like whatcha see, doll?~" he teased, but there was no venom in his words. Just a soft, warm fullness of his voice.

God, his voice.

You had both talked for hours that night until you could see the sleeping crews behind you, the sleeping bartender, and the sun threatening to peak over the mountains from the bar window. You swapped mailing information and helped walk each other's crews back to the docks. 

You prayed that wouldn't be the last time you saw that beautiful clown man. Little did you know he, who raided towns and had closed the world out from his heart, was on his knees that very mourning, praying for the same thing. Thus began the back and forth of a very good friendship.

Anyone could see you were enamored with each other. A strong friendship, built on honesty and trust. One that helped bring out your true personality that your crewmates felt honored to know. You brought out a kind and even vulnerable side to him without shame. Everyone could see the positive changes in your personality and were thankful for it. 

♩When the gold rays fell on your skin

And my hair got caught in the wind

The choir sang a melancholic hymn ♩

That first date was a disaster, but a cute one. The clown crew finally pushed him to ask you to be his, and the straw hats were not going to let you hide from this confrontation. He approached you in all seriousness with a bouquet of Copihue and yellow tulips. He gave a glare to his crew from over his shoulder and nodded toward Luffy once more. Everyone gave you some privacy as he gulped and handed you the flowers without looking at you. You accepted them still and tried to find his eyes only to realize his were wet. 

"Y/n?" 

"Yes?"

He let you towards the stairs then gently sat you down, and tried to speak again. The words seemed to be failing him until he reached for your hands, and you dropped the flowers to reach back. Taking your smaller hands in his seemed to help stabilize him. 

He rubbed his thumbs over yours and looked up at you, "I have feelings for you, and I have for a long time. I've had feelings for you ever since that first meeting. I understand that may complicate things. But it's the honest truth. I love you, and I want to be yours." He looked up again his eye red and shiny. His steady voice was clearly shaken as those eyes you loved so much began to fill with tears, searching for your reaction. 

You kept your face solid as stone while taking in all the information. He dropped his head and slowly began to retract his hands, taking your silence as a no. Feeling this, you pulled his hands to your chest and embraced him fully. The two of you tumbled a little tumble to the floor, with his warm arms protecting your back and your hands cradling his head. "Oh God, I thought you didn't like me back." He sighed and buried himself into the crock of your neck. You could still feel the wetness of his eyelashes against your skin. Your hands made their way to his back, rubbing and tracing your nails in imaginary patterns on his skin. "Of course I do, you silly clown." You felt him blow a raspberry into your tender flesh causing you to burst out laughing. "I'm not going to take that!" You squealed while tickling him frantic. After much rolling around, you smiled at each other, breathless and happy. 

♩(ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)♩

That first "hang out", he took you out on an all-day date to one of your favorite towns. Zoro huffed something about wanting you back at a decent hour, and your love quirked one eyebrow before waving him off. You punched his arm, and he shot a mischievous grin at you. The day was spent looking through different shops, trying on different outfits together, but mainly just enjoying each other. It was like you could breathe in his scent and be instantly clamed by it. 

You walked for hours together through in the sun. During that time, he managed to sneak your hands together, and you squeezed back. You had ended up in a meadow together, lying down. Stating that it was hot, he sat up and removed his striped head covering. It was a rare time when he let his hair cascade down over his shoulders. The sun immidently caught the vibrant stands making it shine and stand out in all the greenery. "Blue is such a rare color in nature." You watched with interest as he sent you a playful wink and gave you his bandana. "Safekeeping," he reasoned. But you felt happiness swarm inside your chest, knowing he was so at peace with you. You climbed into his warm body to rest, and his strong arms welcomed you. 

♩In the morning, you would gone♩

You swallowed, hard. Remember hurt. Everything felt like a fever dream. But it was real, and you did live it. Bringing the bandana closer, you could see some blue strands still inside it. Quickly, you carefully scooped them up and placed them inside a little bag on your nightstand. Checking to see if there were any left, you were disappointed to find there weren't anymore. A bubble of hot air rose into your throat, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't push it back down. Everything became overwhelming once more. The memories of you and him together for hours. 

♩I'd be mourning, tryin' to keep on

To the memory of your lips♩

One evening, the two of you sat together after dinner on the jolly roger. 

Everyone was enjoying the calm and peace of the night. There was a pleasant hum in the air. You had long removed his gloves and were playing with his hands. He wore an assumed smile on his lips that reached to the eyes you loved so much. Leaning over, you gave them a quick kiss before returning to the task at hand. His chuckling brought you back to earth, and you looked up as he cupped your face gently in his hands. 

Gazing back at each other, he ran his thumbs over the apple of your cheeks, smiling. GOD, HIS SMILE! His true, sexy, beautiful, genuine smile was just so full of life and love. It was the smile you swore to always have in your eyes. You both seemed to be aware of how close you were sitting. You left a soft peck on his nose that seemed to stir something inside him. 

"Hm?" His eyes flicked back towards yours, silently begging for permission. You nodded, and he closed the proximity between you. 

♩God, I'm so lovesick♩

In reality, you gasped for air as more choked sobs escaped your lips. Fuck that triggered another memory. 

♩What have you done to me?♩

The first time you had gone on a date together was on that very ship with your crews trying to play cupid. It was a sweet gesture, honestly, he seemed more nervous than you. During the date, he took to popping his hands off at the wrists and making them dance on the table to amuse you. You laughed and wiggled your digits at the little performance before you. 

Oh, your laugh. 

He'd give anything to hear the pearl of your laughter. You grabbed his hands suddenly though, and stripped the gloves off them. They wagged the 'no, no, no' sign at you. "Pfft," you looked up at him, and he watched with curious interest. You tested his strength and even tried 'arm' wrestling, which he let you win at, of course. Finally, you press your lips in a gentle kiss on the back of both hands before returning them.

Looking up, he sat there frozen with his mouth agape. Never before had he been treated so gently. Your cheeks redden, and despite the shyness, you offered a loving smile to him. 

"Why'd you do that, babydoll?" He grumbled and looked away, eyebrows furrowed. You scooted your chair over, and he immediately sat up ready to attend to you. You took his hands in yours and traced up the veins in his arms. Fuck how you loved this man's existence. 

♩Let me in your atmosphere

Inching closer, but I fear

That I'll love so much, you'll slip away (mm, mm-mm)♩

"Well, when I'm with you, I forget how lonely I was. I don't feel like we're two people. I feel like I found the other half of my being. Our old names might as well be the names for your right hand, and my left." 

Looking up at his firey eyes again, you're met with overwhelming emotion. He pulled the bottom of your chair closer before pulling you to sit in his lap. "I feel the same way about you, Y/n." You stay there, together, for a good while. Just two people with one heart in a loving embrace. 

"Should we break that up?" "Nah, let them be." 

♩Getting twisted in my head

Dreams are nightmares in my bed

Since the last night that I spent with you♩

You had been together for a few months now. That was before your love had gotten into trouble again. Arlong had heard about how close the pirate clown and straw hat kid had grown. Now, while you wouldn't say they were best buddies, they could work together and get along for your sake. Still, he had grown to respect certain aspects of Luffy and even began to speak to Shanks again. 

Arlong didn't give a shit about that. 

He wanted the map to the One-piece, and he was going to get it. You remembered that mourning when you awoke to the sounds of battle outside and noticed your captains engaged with the fish man. You raced to aid your friends while others boarded the ship in support.

You realized you were in the middle of a losing battle.

Arlong held up two cages with Nami and Buggy inside. "I will let you choose. The girl or the clown." He hissed looking at Luffy with a content smirk. Luffy frowned, he looked torn up, but you saw his eyes meet yours. You pointed to Nami and continued to sneak behind the monster of a man. 

"I choose Nami!" 

"Well, here she is!" The cage was thrown into the deck with razor-sharp attached. The attack was meant to kill Luffy but thankfully he was able to jump out of the way before trying to free Nami. Robin could only do so much and she and Boa tried to halt the man before them. For their sister's friend? They'd go to the ends of the earth for her. 

A familiar gloved hand stopped you from going any further when you realized that it was pointing at something. The key! You used your ghost touch invisibility to pull it from Arlong's belt. Tossing the key into the open hand, you watched your love pick the lock open and pop out. 

Screaming ensued, and some home was reassumed when you drew your blade to cut off one of Arlong's feet. The mammoth stumbled and halted any further attacks. "You little BITCH!" he swiped at you 

Luffy couldn't be quick enough to save you. 

♩When the gold rays fell on your skin

And my hair got caught in the wind♩

But a certain flashy fool could. You felt someone wrap their arms around you before deeply shuttering. You saw the familiar blue waves and knew who had saved you. "Hang tight, we might have to abandon ship." Cutting off Alrong's foot had given your crew the advantage point, with Luffy able to get the others to the emergency boats. However, this didn't stop as Arlong. He rushed forward, grabbing Luffy by the neck as he did with Zoro. 

"HEY SHITHEAD!" Arlong looked up in time to see a flying boot kick him in the face. Several flying body parts were swarming him, allowing Luffy to slam his fist into Arlong's mouth. You took the opportunity to rush forward and slice off the purple outstretched hand. "ARRRAHHHH!" 

Luffy could only pull you away as Arlong managed to grab hold of the clown's head. The rest of his body quickly came together. "You know knives won't work on me you fucking prick." 

Arlong smiled as he dropped the blue sailor and used his remaining hand to reach into his pocket. He smiled cruelly before simply answering, "I know." He pulled something out that caused Nami to scream deafening. 

And just like that, your love was gone. 

♩The choir sang a melancholic hymn

(ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)♩

Your captain is impervious to bullets the way your love was impervious to knives. Cold, hot pain flooded your chest as your eyes took in the scene before you. Your body couldn't move fast enough to keep up with your heart. Dashing under Arlong legs, you were able to reach your hand out to your love and see the fear in his green eyes vanish for one moment before he mouthed something and smiled. 

Then, he hit the water with a violent splash. 

The moments that followed were a blur. You saw him disappear under the waves, you heard your crew mates screaming for you, and you felt your knuckles go white as you clutched your blade hearing the deafening laughter in your ears again. You also heard the screams of horror when you turned, with a strength you didn't know you had and slashed upwards at the face of your tormenter. You heard something thud harshly toward the floor behind you. 

Not one fucking thing mattered anymore. You jumped off the ship's edge into the water where you'd last seen him. Either fate wasn't on your side, or the ocean already laid its claim to him. Because the man you had grown to love was gone. 

♩In the morning, you're not in my bed♩

You searched for hours until it was almost dawn again, and Zoro was finally able to pull you from the ocean. Your eyes were blood red from all the crying and seawater. Nami embraced you in her arms as the search boats anchored. She rubbed your back comfortingly, despite the ptsd behind her eyes. You choked out a sob, and whispered, "He has to be here." 

"Y/n!" 

You looked up quickly to find Luffy waving at you. He and Ussop climbed into your shared boat. He held something out for you. Taking it quickly, a silent cry emerged from your throat as you held the item tighter. 

His oragane and white bandana that was still dry somehow. Your lips trembled, and you raised it to your face. It still smelled like him, but this time, it brought you no comfort. Your crew had finally reached shore, but you refused to leave the boat. Luffy was now the leader of another crew in the absence of their captain. So much had to be done. 

♩I'll just sleep until I fall dead

To the memory of your lips♩

In the present time, you were fully crying in the little solace you had in your room. No sound could be heard, but then again, there was no one around to hear it. The man you loved was, gone. You couldn't even give him a proper burial.

At first, you refused to accept this. Saying that he always came back after trouble. But you saw where Arlong had shot him. How big the red circle in his chest bloomed, and you knew that there was no way he could've swam to safety. 

You closed your eyes again and tried to take in the little air you had. 

His eyes softened, and he spoke those words again. And he smiled, he smiled! He smiled like there was nothing wrong at all. Like he was about to take you to the bookstore again. Like he was about to embrace you with those arms again and show you how much he- 

No. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself. The first few days, you refused to sleep. Now, it had caught up with you, and all you wanted to do was not wake up. 

Every time you close your eyes, you see that face again. 

You saw the man that swore an oath to you. 

The man you thought you'd grow old with. 

A man who you met at a bar by chance. 

That very same man who used to stand on his head to make you laugh. 

The man who made you feel whole and complete as much as you did to him. 

Was gone. 

♩"God, I'm so lovesick

What have you done to me?"♩

"Y/n?" 

You sat up at the sound of Sanji's voice. 

"You have to get ready now hon it's almost time." You could hear him placing a tray outside your door. Sanji knew you wouldn't eat. But he still made you something every day and filled your water pitcher. 

"Thanks, I'll be out soon," you managed in your best voice. You shuffled into the bathroom and got cleaned up. 

♩(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

Ah-ah-ah-ah♩

You slide down under the water in your tub and lay there with your arms crossed. Nothing felt real, not the water, not the day, nothing. 

Out of respect for you both, the crew had arranged a funeral on the water. You rose to get dressed in a black top and blue bell bottoms. You tied his bandana around your neck. He would've gagged at the use of boring black colors. 

Hearing something shuffled outside your door you open it to see a single boxed gift. You look around before picking it up to inspect it. The note attached was in Zoro's handwriting. 

"For one badass bitch," 

You opened it to see a jar with Arlong's nose. 

♩Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

Ah-ah-ah-ah♩

And the emotional dam broke as all the memories came flooding back. Your first time meeting, your first date, him opening up to you. Watching him perform and blow you kisses. You showing him your confident side. Kissing his nose and holding his face. Him carrying you through your walks when your legs got tired. Doing each other's make-up. Dancing together without any music, play fighting in the town square, announcing your relationship to your crew. Too many memories to relive in one moment. You kneeled down by the side of your bed and began to pray again. For his safe return and if not that, then his soul. 

Another knock on the door broke your train of thought. Opening it, you saw Luffy and Nami standing there. "I know it's time," you whispered hoarsely. You took the jar with you and headed up the stairs onto the deck. The rest of the crew fell into step behind you. 

♩Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

Ah-ah-ah-ah♩

Glancing up, you saw everyone in the surrounding ships wearing their flashiest clothes. His crew was trying to stifle some tears of their own. 

The next few moments were a blur as you thanked everyone and held the service. Finally, you held out the jar that contained Arlong's nose and lit it on fire before throwing it into the ocean. Behind you, Nami let out a sigh of relief. 

You felt a strong hand on your shoulder as Zoro helped you away from the edge of the boat. Turning around, you were then faced with Luffy holding a handmade captain's hat out to you. "I can't lead them the way you could." You looked towards his crew and back towards your captain. 

You gently lifted the hat from his hands and held it up for all to see before placing it over your head. There were cheers in every direction, and you smiled for the first time in days. 

♩Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)♩

You looked back towards the water. The sun was rising full over the water now. Everyone has begun to celebrate the life of a one of a kind crazy clown, beautiful, clown.

"I love you too, Buggy." 

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I hope you all enjoyed! Please make sure to like and check out my other works! Of course I do not own the music or One-piece. The hand comment was inspired by Garnet from Steven Universe.

Copihue and yellow tulips: Symbols of doomed love and a tragic love that turns happy. The Copihue have a very good story behind them.

[oldbrokenjukebox]

TWISTED WONDERLAND when MC/YOU stares at them lovingly.

including Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier, Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

You were just walking around with Ace in the middle of classes, and you were feeling hella tired, as you just told him.

Boy be cheering you up(his own arrogant way) and saying jokes just to make you smile. As he was advising you with his himbo manners and cruel sincerity, you just had the urge to admire him, and you thought about how lucky you are to have him by your side. Being a himbo or not, he is always around whenever you need.

As he chatted lots, he realized you were too quiet and took a moment to look at you.

"...hehehehe, what with this dumbass face MC? Liking my words?"

Little bitch would tease you, but would be flustered on the inside

"Why you looking at me like that? Hehe, You're in love with me? I know I'm pretty and all..."

istg shut this mf up

you can see his cheeks a bit red, and he smiles a lot and will be showing off to everyone

Yes. Only because you gave him a freaking look. Dont bother looking at him again ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Do it again, Ace felt truly special.

Epel Felmier

You told Epel you wanted too see someo e just to spend some time with you.

Boy is outside your door already. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

He spent the whole afternoon with you, watching movies, talking and gossiping.

You got so happy you had someone like him, and as he was focused on whatever action movie you were watching, you couldnt help but feel like admiring him.

He turned to you to comment something about the movie and stopped in his tracks when he saw your loving look.

Stared back at you with a little grin on his face, with blushed cheeks. As you kept on looking at each other, he felt kinda weird and just shrugged at it, looking back at the tv.

"mm???? Mc, what is it?" You tell him you were only appreciating him.

"Weirdo...Haha, I mean, thank you(?)" (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

Cater Diamond

You were off to Heartslabyul, helping the boys prepare the unbirthday party.

Cater was feeling stressed, Riddle put too much pressure on Trey and him because today Heartslabyul will have visitors.

At the end of the day, you knew everyone was tired to the bones, you decided to congratulate everyone, but they were all so "(⁠ー⁠_⁠ー)"...

You got to congratulate Cater, and different from all, you saw his face illuminating and shining when he saw you, even being who worked the hardest(he and Trey), he still got to treat you kindly with a bright smile om his face.

"Oh?! Mc, you came to see me?" "Only needed to congratulate and thank you for the nice job"

He got happy, and told you about how his housewarden got harsh on him

"but are you ok, mc?" you smile at him and your eyes lighten. You can just look at him with your admiration look. It took you a moment to answer "I...guess so" and kept looking at him. His face contort with tiredness, and you kept on looking at eachother until his cheeks get a bit pink.

"oh?? mc, you are so cute. Why are you looking at me with this cute look?"

man is happy, and everytime you see eachother now he hugs you a bit more harder and kiss you all over your face. ;P

i was going to write to idia and malleus too, but i got lazy. hope you enjoy it

[fireflykaizoku]

Ace x Reader | Birthday Confession

*sigh* he's my sunshine

again, let's pretend it's his bday already

Ace usually celebrated his birthday the day before, after all, he knew way too well that the hangover from the New Year’s Eve wouldn’t allow him to celebrate on the 1st. It was fun to him, after all, December 31st was a day where everyone was happy, celebrating and having fun. But even with all the celebration, drinks and fireworks, no party would be complete without you.

You, Ace’s sunshine; the person who made his heart skip a beat whenever you hugged him and who gave him butterflies when you got too close. The person who always made efforts to make him feel loved, who put efforts on making him gifts and preparing surprises for his birthday. You baked his favorite cake, made personalized presents, threw a surprise party… 

You, the person who always tried to stay awake to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday. The person who was always there for him.

You, Ace’s best friend.

The previous year, he promised himself and his brothers that before his next birthday, he’d confess to you. But whenever Ace felt he got the perfect opportunity, something always happened. Either Luffy appeared out of the blue; the bell rang; Chopper, his dog, jumped on your lap demanding to get hugs; your phone rang and you had to go home…

And now, one year later, Ace had to tell his brothers that he gave up. Probably the universe was giving him a sign or something. He’d have to spend another year admiring you from “afar” and hoping that someday he’d have the courage to confess.

When you arrived at his family’s New Year party, the freckled boy stopped everything he was doing to look at you. 

You gave him a large smile and rushed towards the dark haired man to hug him while trying to hold the present you got for his birthday.

— You need to promise me that you’ll only open it after midnight because it’s not your birthday yet. — you said, before giving him the gift carefully wrapped.

— Alright, I promise. — he giggled.

Both of you got a drink and some food, and sat outside, talking about Ace’s birthday and the presents he got earlier from his brothers and his father. He was so excited, talking about the cake he got and how it tasted like the cake he used to eat as a kid and about the many times you surprised him on his birthday. 

The two of you were feeling so happy and nostalgic. 

You couldn’t help staring at Ace and thinking how beautiful his smile was and how his eyes were shining while he spoke about the presents he got from his brothers. You were so lost, so distracted, noticing how his cute freckles looked like constellations.

You rested your chin on your hands and looked at him with half lidded eyes and a soft smile on your lips. And when your best friend noticed your stare, a deep shade of pink colored his cheeks. 

The dark haired man stopped talking for a second, too distracted looking at your beautiful (E/C) eyes staring at him with a soft expression. Was he dreaming? Could you possibly look at him with eyes full of appreciation and affection?

— Ace, I… — you whispered, breaking the silence and almost stuttering, as if you were taking your time to say something important. However, before you could finish the sentence, Luffy went outside, giggling.

— Oi, Ace, (Y/N)! It’s almost midnight! Let's go! — he exclaimed right before Thatch and Sabo pulled him back to the living room, scolding the young boy.

You both laughed and silence took over again. You took another deep breath and tried to start again. 

How to put it in words? Even after practicing in front of the mirror, writing the whole speech.. Right now, you forgot everything you wanted to say.

— So, what I was saying is… — you started, trying to ignore everyone inside the house starting their countdown. Three, two…  — I’ve been thinking of how to say that, but I like…

“Happy New Year!”, everyone inside the house cheered. The sound of the neighbors celebrating and the fireworks was making it impossible to hear anything.

— You what? Sorry, I can’t hear you… — Ace spoke louder.

— I said that I like… — he interrupted you.

— I don’t hear you!

You sighed.

— I said I like you! I like you too much! I love being with you, I love your laugh and everything about you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say! — you spoke as loud as you could right when the music stopped.

Silence. 

It felt like the world got quiet and everyone heard your confession.

You wanted to hide as Ace’s family looked outside with eyes wide open. Not that it was a surprise to them. Deep inside, they knew that the boy’s feelings for you were mutual. They could tell that to you, he was more than simply a best friend.

After what seemed like an eternity and feeling extremely embarrassed, you were about to get up. But Ace’s strong hand held you firmly, but without hurting you. Now he couldn’t run, it was time to say how he felt. 

— Wait… — he whispered. — Stay.

You stopped, looking at him with hopeful eyes while your stomach did backflips.

— I like you too. I like you so much. — he started. — I’ve been trying to tell you, I promised myself I would… But I was too afraid. Too afraid of ruining our friendship and losing you forever.

You sat again, smiling and feeling relief, feeling so much happiness. Your hand gently touched his cheek and in an impulsive action, you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

— Oh, Ace... You’d never lose me. — you whispered. 

His heart felt like it’d jump out of his chest. You were so close to him that he could feel your breath so close, making his body feel warm somehow.

— Happy birthday, my sunshine. And thank you for being alive. — you whispered, smiling before giving him one last chaste kiss before Luffy went outside to interrupt you again.

[blue-b-bro]

Episode 10

(Ed&Izzy POV + main themes)

episode's theme: Listening to that voice in your head

"Hanging on... by a thread.

Hanging on.

Shouldn't let go.

If I let go, all will fall.

Fingers bleeding down to the bone now.

Can't let go.

Nothing makes sense.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold... on."

“Just let go

Make yourself let go

Make it go away

Away, away today

Life's a hard sad death

And then you're dead”

What’s interesting is that his first song was about holding on, and he was sad and crying at this stage, but later? The “Just let go” song? He’s even more empty than before.

I know Lucius wanted to help, it even looked like he did, seeing how Ed smiled after Lucius’s advice. But did he really? What Ed’s “Hold on” and “Let go” meant? That he was holding on his sadness, the only emotion he let himself have. Knowing Ed, knowing his relationship with his own emotions, I’d argue, that he wasn’t holding on to his sadness instead of living his life. He was holding on to this last emotion, still fighting for his new discovered better self, when everything in him wanted to disconnect from reality completely (I know, I’m throwing controversial takes here). So we have the best kind of misunderstanding, again! Ed listened to Lucius, probably because he trusted him and was really tired at this point, but instead of getting better, Ed lost himself completely (he doesn’t remember what happens after that, if not even earlier). That’s not Ed. That’s some empty shell working on autopilot, completely detached from his feelings altogether. And Izzy sees that. 

Now Izzy (we’re going to jump between the POV’s here). For Izzy his job, his role is everything. He defines himself through Blackbeard, through his devotion to him. Without that, he had nothing. Was nothing.

With Bonnet's gone, he probably expected Ed to go back to his former self, to their former life. But Ed was different since he came back. Yes, he came back to him, but was still ignoring him.

He was worried (he had to witness, maybe not that drastic, but similar shutting down in the past). He knew he could trust Lucius to help Ed, even tho the crew wanted him dead not so long ago. He tried to hide Ed’s real state, just like on their own ship, to prevent the mutiny (why wouldn’t he? They mutinied him, because he was mean! And Ed? He wouldn’t fight back in his condition probably!). He was trying to keep things in order during Ed’s recovery, while managing the crew that almost killed him. Pretty stressful situation, if you ask me.

But the song… Izzy saw it wasn’t right. Ed in e9 may have rejected his pirate life for Stede, but still didn’t look all cheerful about it. This Ed? Rejected everything, without a reason really, without any care! It wasn’t just normal bottling up your emotions and staying in your room for days, no. He didn’t just reject his title, his job, he rejected his identity. It was Ed leaving him behind, again.

We get the scene with Izzy looking at that picture of Blackbeard in the book. Very useful scene. Izzy sees that that man (Ed) is empty. Izzy doesn’t think of Ed and Blackbeard as two different personas, it’s just Ed, the brilliant sailor he followed for many years. (Like it's Ed and his job/title, not someone else from Ed, like Ed sees that) Yes, he doesn’t know Ed in the same way Stede does, but not because Izzy rejected him, but because they were both from the pirate world. They had to be tough (Like, look at Blackbeard’s ship!) Just as Izzy was keeping his feelings deep inside from necessity, Ed was hiding behind his Blackbeard mask, and since Izzy met him as a pirate, he probably was never invited behind that mask. Ed could just not know yet it’s a mask when they met! We know he hates his life now, but in the past it didn’t have to be that bad.

So yeah. Izzy can see, that there’s no Ed in this man. There’s nothing. Maybe he would approach the subject more calm, if he didn’t feel like his whole life was crumbling before his eyes, without any tangible enemy to blame for, except Ed himself. And unfortunately Izzy reacts as any tough pirate would: channels his distress, his worry, into anger. (that’s what he always does)

And normally it would be fine. They’re used to fights like that. Like, it’s so similar to their fight in e4! And what Ed did that time? Nothing. Or rather, Ed realized he went too far, that he was ignoring Izzy too much and later admited to his mistake.

Now it was the same at the start. Ed's taken aback by Izzy's cruel words, but then listens to what this all is about.

But then. Then Izzy says the world “boyfriend”. Ed, real Ed, was brutally dragged back into his body, into his pain, into his self hatred, into his fear, into all this mixed mess, he couldn’t deal with, and it overwhelmed him. Of course he attacked Izzy (it was more like a reflex reaction really). He was doing everything to detach from those emotions and he forced him to acknowledge them. Yes it was self defense in a way, but not, because Izzy was threatening him, not physically. (Well, I don’t know how to explain it better, but If you try to avoid thinking about something stressful/painful and someone deliberately reminds you about it, you would get pissed, at least I would. Now multiply that by 100) So it was basically Ed saying “shut up, we’re not talking about that.” in a pirate way aka by physical assault. 

Now, look at Izzy's face journey here. He looks, what? happy? I'd say it's longing and relief. Finally he had Ed's full attention, finally Ed was looking at him and him only. After unleashing his frustration, his anger, his real emotions were finally visible, probably even to him. And that's why he looks so hearbroken after. He longed for Ed's attention, but could only archieve it through violence.

So, since Ed was finally back, was finally listening, he continued his rant. 

"Blackbeard is my captain. I serve Blackbeard. Not Edward. Edward better watch his fuckin' step."

We know what Ed heard (what he wanted to hear), but what Izzy meant?

Yeah, Izzy calls Ed by his name in private, “Ed”, “Edward”, (“Eddie” if they’re breaking up at the moment), which made Izzy feel special untill Bonnet showed up.

But what he m e a n t? He shows Ed the picture: the Blackbeard in his eyes. Completely different from how Ed sees it. Izzy wanted Ed to come back from his dissociation, and that’s what he did. And Izzy wanted that to stay that way. Izzy was now distinguishing “Edward” from “Blackbeard” (and what a stupid strategy that was at the moment). He didn’t want Ed to be that ghost, that living corpse. So he said that. In the worst kind of way. (well, he probably never had to talk about such sensitive topics before) He didn't want Edward who didn't give a shit about him.

And, of course, Ed heard something completely different! The opposite actually! (guys please extend your vocabulary, you cannot use the same words for opposite things, I beg of you!) He heard that Izzy doesn’t want Him. And he cared so much, he internalized it so much, because Izzy just yanked him into his boiling from overworking psyche. He haven’t rebuild any defenses yet, while he heard that. He was drowning in pain from the rejection (of his true self!), his mind screaming at him, that he is unlovable, that he is evil. And that’s when Izzy said “Not Edward”. 

So Izzy also didn’t want him. Even Izzy. His closest friend. His right hand man. His other half in a way. He didn’t want him.

So no one wants him. No one wanted Ed. They only wanted Blackbeard, that stupid clown. 

Imagine, how does it fell, being full of self hate and disgust, full of painful despair, and hearing that “Edward, Edward!” in the background. Like a mockery. They didn’t want him. They hated him. They’d hate him sooner or later. Ed didn’t want to wait for that moment. (they can’t reject you if you do it first)

He finally Let go (different way this time). He got rid of his heart. He got rid of Lucius who cared, who’s rejection would hurt more than others, because the more they knew about him, be more of him they rejected. It wasn’t detachment from emotions like before, no. It was accepting that evil voice in your head completely. It was that moment, when from crying about your life being meaningless, you shift to accepting that and deciding to do something about it (and I don’t mean therapy).

There’ll be no Ed anymore. Only Blackbeard. And however absurd that is, it’s actually his last attempt at keeping his completely destroyed heart safe. Since there’s no Edward, they cannot do that to him anymore. (“They cannot cut off a finger if there's no finger to cut off”). And so, Ed threw away anything that would make him human, anything that would bring him comfort. I don’t even think it was about Stede: he kept his painting, he kept his ship (even tho he had to still have Queen Anne), he cried every night. No, Stede was very much still present. Almost as a reminder why he was doing all of this. Ed gave up any hope. Hope was too painful anymore.

He left only Frenchie and Jim, because Frenchie was too scared but also clever enough to keep his mouth shut, and Jim didn’t care. 

He went full Kraken, wanting nothing more, but for people to agree with him, that he was a monster that had to be destroyed. He wanted for Izzy to be that person, his other half, his loyal companion, his first mate that was rude but honest, who’s opinion he cared about. Only Izzy saw him fully, only he could give him a fair judgment.

Yeah, Izzy didn’t know what he unleashed. Until that night. After that he very quickly realized they’re fucked. He probably haven’t connected the dots yet, or thought it was because he mentioned Bonnet. All he knew, was that Ed was dangerous now. He never spoke up to him again (really, their talk in s2e1 was probably the first honest talk since e10). He only tried to control the damage in hopes it will finally end. Ed had his moods, but they eventually passed, this one has to end too, right?

He was heartbroken and scared of Ed, but at the same time addicted to those crumbs of attention he's got in those short moments. As long as His Captian was looking at him, had any use of him he was happy (is what he was telling himself to bury his pain).

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY | 15

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: More angst, but it’ll be worth it, I promise.

During the last Study Hall of the semester, Sheryl had revealed the secret New Year’s Eve party happening at this abandoned burger joint, Benny’s, on the outskirts of town. Everyone was going to be there. She’d been invited by Chance Lang, #23 on the basketball team. His parents were away on some couples-only cruise.

If everyone was going to be there, you’d joked, it wasn’t much of a secret. She, Heather, and Christy laughed. You’d smiled with a shrug. Heather had then teased Sheryl about her crush on Chance, saying the party was Sheryl’s opportunity to ride her way to prom queen. Sheryl had fluttered her hands as she stated the whole senior class knew who was going to be prom queen — and it wouldn’t be her.

You’d looked between the three of them and asked who they meant. Heather leaned in, Christy and Sheryl copying her. You leaned in as well. Sotto voce, Heather said Chrissy Cunningham was a sure bet for prom queen. After all, Chrissy Cunningham was the queen of Hawkins High.

Chrissy Cunningham sat diagonally from you in Western Lit. She was one of the least exasperating cheerleaders you’d ever encountered. At first, you’d avoided anyone who’d be featured in the athletics section of a yearbook. However, she was kind and humble. She’d even complimented your nail polish one time, which you thanked her for and told her the color.

She now sat on the second-hand sofa with her All-American boyfriend, Jason Carver. Chrissy sipped from a red cup that was most likely filled with Diet Coke. She didn’t seem the beer-chugging type. In contrast, Jason held a Pabst can high as he pontificated. The jocks lounging around them cheered when he said something particularly rousing.

Jason was a preacher without a pulpit, desperate for each hosanna to feed his bloated ego.

Keeping your annoyance to yourself, you filled your cup from the bucket of jungle juice at the old pick-up counter. Nearby, a game of beer-pong went into overtime. Heather and Christy were in the group of spectators. You joined them, bumping your elbow with Christy’s.

She brightened as she greeted you, her eyes glittering under the multiple strands of Christmas lights.

Heather curved around her to say, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said, though the shouting spectators drowned you out. Christy got your attention and moved closer to speak in your ear. You smelled the whiskey-and-Coke on her.

“Look who’s talking to Chance Lang.”

You followed her gaze across the main room. Sheryl and Chance were talking. Beside them, a few guys played Horse at the indoor basketball hoop. Sheryl nodded at something Chance said. He pantomimed some sportsball maneuver that had her laughing and touching his forearm. Chance grinned, pleased with himself, and cocked a hip.

You shared a look with Christy before giggling with her.

The crowd roared as the beer-pong game ended. A fellow spectator knocked into Heather, who knocked into Christy, who then knocked into you. The three of you staggered together and laughed.

“God, I need another drink,” said Heather, with a nod towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said before leading the way around the crowd.

Christy latched onto your sleeve like a duckling.

In the kitchen, a couple made out by the defunct walk-in while a few people blew rails on the metal counters. Bottles of beer and wine coolers sprouted from the melting ripples of ice filling the industrial-sized sinks. Heather pulled a beer from the ice, placed the underside of the cap on the counter, and knocked the cap off. The beer foamed and dripped onto the already-sticky tiled floor.

You tapped your cup against her bottle as a toast and chugged your drink. No amount of fruit punch could disguise the burn of alcohol. You shook your head, nose scrunching, as you swallowed the last of the jungle juice. That must’ve been two or three shots at once.

You groaned, “Fuck.”

Christy shimmied behind you to fix herself another whiskey-and-Coke as Heather offered you a wildberry wine cooler. It wasn’t good to mix different drinks, but who the hell knew what was in that batch of jungle juice.

You tossed your cup into the rolling trashcan in the corner, making a clean shot. A random guy encouraged you to join the next round of beer-pong. You brushed off the encouragement with a laugh, because you weren’t pouring beer on top of jungle juice. Despite the adage of ‘liquor before beer, you’re in the clear,’ you’d never been that lucky.

Wine coolers, though? Those were fine.

You turned to the counter to try Heather’s technique for uncapping a bottle. After a few thumps, the cap remained firmly attached. Heather snickered when you made a face at her and asked for help. She angled the bottle and showed you how to hit it with the heel of your hand.

As you nodded, the backdoor opened. A gust of cold along with a familiar, deep voice had a shudder going down your spine.

“Close the goddamn door!” screeched a nose duster.

You squared your shoulders and struck the cap. It popped off and sailed to the floor. Heather and Christy cheered as your wine cooler fizzled. You faked a laugh before the three of you toasted and drank.

Eddie said he could attend — and sell — if Corroded Coffin didn’t have plans. You guessed they didn’t. He most likely hadn’t expected you to show. True, a party hosted by jocks with shitty music taste wasn’t really your scene. However, you didn’t want to stay at home to have a glass of champagne with your parents, then find the right moment to leave before your father began reviewing his upcoming plans for the year — or coax you into praising your Christmas gifts again.

This year they’d given you cash, a few movies on your list, a new stereo for your car, and your own phone line.

Mom planned to call the phone company on Friday to schedule a tech visit. You’d wanted to tell her there was no point. The person you’d been tying up the main phone line with wouldn’t be calling until April. Or maybe ever.

“Oh!” said Christy as the backdoor clunked shut. “I think Munson’s dealing out there. You want to split the cost of a few joints?”

You pulled a five-dollar bill from your pocket and gave it to her.

“Sure, you two go ahead. I gotta pee.”

Which wasn’t completely untrue, but you weren’t ready to see him yet.

“Sweet!” Christy said and boogied to the backdoor.

Heather paused to ask, “You’ll be okay?”

You nodded and pasted on a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine! I’ll meet you out front.”

She clinked her bottle with yours, her expression reassuring.

“If you’re not out there in ten, I’m coming to get you.”

With a smile, you said, “Hey, it all depends on the line.”

She smirked as you backed away.

On the way to the bathroom, you gave a thumbs-up to Sheryl, who’d joined Chance at the basketball hoop. She gave you an excited smile that was all teeth and twinkling eyes.

The line for the bathroom was short. While no one had puked over the toilet, the bathroom stank of old urine and boy-funk. As you washed your hands, you checked your hair and makeup in the graffitied mirror. You looked as good as you had when you’d left the house. You dried your hands on the sides of your jeans, collected your half-full wine cooler, and left the bathroom.

The main room was growing stuffy, smelling of beer and weed and those solid air fresheners. Smoke hung in the air and enhanced the cones of light from random lamps. You wove through the throngs of people until reaching the fogged front door.

Outside was brisk and sobering. A couple argued under the lone sodium light illuminating the parking lot. You breathed deep the crisp air to brace yourself for facing Eddie. You’d have to see him eventually, since you two shared a class. Better to get it over with now when you had the barrier of people and alcohol.

You rounded the concrete planter bed at the side of the building. Eddie leaned on a support post for the backdoor roof, back to the parking lot. Which was a relief. The tail of his flannel shirt hung beneath his jacket and vest to hide his ass. His black jeans were faded to the point of being gray. He conversed with Heather and Christy, though it was impossible to tell if they’d finished the deal or not.

Loose rocks crunched under your boots. You cringed at the noise and sidestepped to solid blacktop. Perhaps you could get away with not facing Eddie at all. However, Christy peeked around Eddie’s side, noticed you with a squeal, and skipped to you.

Eddie swung around the post to watch.

So much for not facing him.

You smiled at Christy’s excitement as she told you Eddie had given them a discount.

“How generous,” you said with a glance at him.

Heather sauntered around Eddie, the flawlessly rolled joints in her hand. He snuck a quick look at her back, i.e., he checked out her ass. You wanted to reprimand him with a look, but stopped yourself. Your relationship was paused, which meant he could check out anyone’s ass he wanted.

You could too, though you weren’t inclined.

Heather suggested the three of you claim one of the picnic tables on the other side of the building. Christy complained it was too cold for that.

“If we go back inside, some mooch will want in on these,” Heather said, holding the joints between her fingers.

“Ladies, if I may be so bold,” Eddie said as he approached. “You could avail yourselves of my van.”

With a glare, Heather said, “We’re not fucking you, Munson.”

“Let’s just go to my car,” you said at the same time he said, “It wasn’t a metaphor.”

“What?” Christy asked.

Eddie took his keys from his front pocket. A front pocket with a shiny wallet chain swagged under it. Your mouth went dry.

He offered his keys and said, “I’m not done here, so go smoke and bring them back when you’re done.”

Christy asked, “You trust us?”

He met your eyes briefly.

“Of course.”

You turned to the side and took a drink from your wine cooler.

“Fine,” Heather said and snatched the keys from his hand. “Thanks.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” said Christy.

“I’m parked farther up on Randolph.”

You nodded, murmuring a ‘thanks.’

The three of you turned from Eddie. You took two steps before he called your name. You sighed. Heather frowned when you stopped.

“I got a class with him. It’s probably something dumb,” you said to explain. “I’ll catch up in a minute.”

Christy pulled Heather away, heading across the parking lot.

You faced him — as you dreaded you’d have to — and crossed your arms.

“What?”

“Can I talk to you after the party?” he asked.

“I have to be home by one.”

“I’ll make it quick.”

“I thought you wanted space?”

“I do, but... Throw me a bone here. I want to explain.”

“Okay, fine, bone thrown.”

The corner of his mouth quirked.

“That rhymes.”

“Yeah, I’m the poet laureate of Hawkins, Indiana.” You spun on the ball of your foot. “See you later.”

You caught up with Heather and Christy already walking on the side of the road. Despite the long line of parked cars, it was easy to spot Eddie’s van. Heather unlocked the back doors and threw them open.

“God, it already smells like weed in here,” she said, though she shuffled in while balancing her beer in one hand.

Christy followed her with a giggle. “And we’re gonna make it worse!”

You’d never gotten a good look at the cavernous back of his van. Band equipment had scuffed the carpet. He’d bound cheap, stained blankets to the interior walls with bungee cords. A legless bench-seat sat propped against the driver’s side wall.

“I hope one of you has a lighter,” you said as you cracked a window.

Christy said, “Got us covered, babe.”

You closed the doors after you. Fortunately, a street-light was close enough to shine through the windshield. After you settled next to Heather on the bench-seat, she distributed joints and lit hers. You took the lighter last and twisted the joint as you put flame to rolling paper.

Your muscles loosened with each drag. Heather griped about her younger brother and his crusty socks. With only older sisters, Christy didn’t understand what Heather’s brother did to his socks. She asked if he just didn’t clean his feet. You laughed as Heather explained. Christy’s look of absolute disgust made you laugh harder.

“And your mom washes his gross stuff with everyone else’s!?”

“Well—” Heather coughed through an exhale. “Yeah? It all gets washed in hot water, so...” She shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Ew!”

A moment later, Christy mentioned she’d begun working on a college application essay. Your parents had begun bugging you about writing one, but you didn’t know where you wanted to go. Heather said she was applying to Notre Dame and Indiana University. Maybe Purdue. She said she had the GPA for any of them.

You hadn’t dwelled on college since meeting Eddie. You made decent grades. You could write an essay. The registration deadline for the SAT was in February. If you showed interest, Mom would be thrilled to pay any fee or purchase any study guide.

You could work on an essay too, just in case. There was an expanding-your-horizons angle you could use. You’d moved to a small town, joined the community, learned new things, met different types of people. Yeah, all that had fueled your curiosity to discover more. And whichever colleges you applied to could support you in that, like, pursuit.

That was some decent, ass-kissing bullshit.

You smiled to yourself while Heather and Christy chatted.

But what would you major in? How could you hide your magic from a roommate? If you went, would you ever see Eddie again?

All those questions were hassles you didn’t need. No, you didn’t need to think about that now. You didn’t need to worry. What mattered was enjoying the last night of 1985 and relaxing with people who were becoming more than acquaintances.

You exhaled smoke towards the back window and stretched your legs.

With a side-glance at Heather, you thought it was cool — okay, well, maybe not cool, but it was fine — that Eddie checked out her ass. She was hot. She had a cute ass. More people should appreciate it. When she went to college in a bigger city, people would.

Maybe if you went to college in a bigger city, people would appreciate you. In New York, you’d done pretty well at clubs. You’d heard plenty of pick-up lines. From ‘nice boots, wanna fuck?’ to ‘you’re the girl of my nightmares.’

You finished your joint, nearly burning your fingertips, and threw the tiny roach in your empty wine-cooler bottle.

Yeah, you thought and closed your eyes, you deserved to be appreciated. Not set aside by some dumb, muppet-haired guitarist... who was talented and funny and smart and usually really sweet. A small voice pointed out he’d let you use his van. He’d given you jewelry, which you wore nonstop under your clothes.

Those weren’t the actions of someone setting you aside, were they?

Heather nudged your arm. You hummed and turned your head to her, opening your eyes.

“You ready to head back?” she asked. “It’s a little after eleven.”

“Yup.”

You rolled onto your knees and crawled to the back doors. Someone wolf-whistled. You laughed as you shook your ass in reply.

The air outside tasted fresh and cool, like sparkling frost. You breathed through your mouth to chill your baked throat. The tranquil woods on either side of the road were full of mystery. If you crested the hill to your right, you expected to see a wizard’s castle or an ancient fortress. There was something akin to magic here. It fluttered over your skin, familiar yet arcane.

A slight breeze drifted from the woods, chilling your face, nipping under your jacket. And with it came a sonorous voice, deep with thunder, calling your name. It took the mellow of your high. Your skin crawled as your heart beat rabbit-fast.

Not again.

You hadn’t heard that voice in weeks. At least, you thought you’d heard it a moment ago. It shouldn’t be able to find you, though. Maybe you were really, really high. Also, the magic you’d manifested was different, weaker, so mundane. You didn’t feel really, really high. You had nothing it would want now. It had stolen everything.

Hands shook your shoulders. You flinched from the touch.

“Whoa, hey, oh my god,” said a feminine voice.

It was Christy. You blinked at her and put a hand over one of hers. Christy was safe. It was okay. You were awake. He didn’t have you.

You were just really, really high.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Where’d you go?”

“I...” You swallowed drily. “No-nowhere. Sorry. I just got in my head a little, I think.”

The van’s doors clunked shut. You flinched again, then internally berated yourself. It was only Heather, who was safe too.

Christy released your shoulders, a crease of concern between her brows.

“You know what?” Shaking your head to clear it, you said, “I’m gonna go home. Sleep this off.”

Heather asked, “You sure? I can drive you.”

“No, no, I’m cool to drive.” You nodded to the van. “We’ll leave the keys on the front floor for Eddie to find.”

“It’s okay. We’ll give them to him,” said Christy.

You almost laughed at your absentmindedness. They were returning to the party — where Eddie was.

“Of course, yeah, sure.”

You ambled down Randolph with them, grateful for the company. They asked where you’d parked your car. You replied on Cornwallis, where the woods bordered a sedate neighborhood. Christy commented her sister had gone to a party at King Steve’s — who lived on Cornwallis — before everything went down with that missing kid and the girl who died from some freaky chemical leak.

Your eyes widened at the gossip.

Heather waved that away with an insouciant hand, though, to joke at how close Christy had come to being family with Hawkins royalty. Christy cringed, asking not to be reminded, as she bumped into you. She giggled and looped her arm around yours.

Having noticed your previous expression, Heather told you King Steve was a douche-y jock and former king of the school. You were familiar with the type. Heather continued, saying he’d graduated last year, but still lived with his parents. He’d explained it as wanting to take a year off.

She gave you a loaded, if blurry, look.

You bobbed your head despite not being entirely sure what the look meant.

This was small-town life. There was loads of gossip and labels for everyone. As you looked at the barren trees lining the road, you figured you had a label as well. Probably something dumb, like ‘goth chick’ or ‘weird girl’ — or whatever.

The party was still going hard when the three of you stopped at the restaurant’s turnoff. Van Halen wailed through the half-opened front door. Some dude puked onto the wilted grass by the road. Eddie stood at the building’s backdoor, talking to a guy you recognized from Trig class.

Damn, Hawkins High was a small place.

Heather checked in with you to make sure you were good to drive. Even though you nodded with an assurance you were fine, Christy tried to lure you inside with the promise of snacks. There were chips and pretzels and someone had made a platter of Rice Krispy Treats, but who knew what had happened to those since you’d been gone.

Like, that dude could be spewing chunks of tainted snacks. That was a thing that happened, you were sure. Your reason had nothing to do with the guy selling drugs.

You glanced at said guy. He hadn’t noticed you.

You shook your head, declining Christy’s invitation. She hugged you, regardless. You wished her and Heather a happy new year. They returned the well wishes before you continued down Randolph.

You wrapped your jacket tight around your middle. Maybe you should’ve told Eddie you were back, but you didn’t want to stick around. Not after hearing your attacker. Or hallucinating you had. Your mind was fuzzy, mouth cottony. You hoped your less-than-sober state deterred them — if you’d heard them at all.

And anyway, it wasn’t like Eddie had specified how much later after the party when he’d asked to talk to you. ‘After the party’ could be the same day or a week from then.

Yes, you were being an asshole.

No, you didn’t care. He’d started it.

The road darkened as the distance between streetlights lengthened. You were alone on an ill-lit stretch of road. You placed a hand over the charms Eddie had given you. This wasn’t the same as that night, you reminded yourself. You weren’t the same. Darkness wasn’t the enemy, either — and neither was the woods. It was peaceful.

A male voice interrupted that peace by calling your name. It was Eddie.

Of course.

You turned to see him jogging to you. His hair bounced with each step. His lunchbox swung from his hand. You opened your mouth to ask how he’d worked out you’d left the party. Then it dawned:

Heather had returned his keys.

When you weren’t there with her, he’d put two and two together.

“Leaving without me?” he asked as he stopped a few feet away.

“I was going to do that anyway.”

“Ouch.”

You shrugged since it was true.

He scuffed the heel of his sneaker on the blacktop. You raised your eyebrows at him, though you doubted he could see it. He remained quiet. You could just discern when he bit his lip. Light glinted off the lunchbox. It became obvious he wasn’t going to speak first.

Like ripping off a bandage, you prompted, “You wanted to explain?”

He drew nearer with a deep breath. Your first instinct was to back away, but you held your ground.

“I know I hurt you, but that wasn’t my intention. I thought you’d get it.”

“So, this is on me?”

“No, of course not... You left, though. Before I could explain.”

“So, it’s still on me.”

“No, dammit. Everything came out wrong.”

“Then make it come out right.”

“I’m trying, alright?”

You wanted to tell him to try harder, but that was something your father would say. You weren’t your father. You’d never be like your father.

With a sigh, you put your hands on your hips.

“Just...” You shrugged. “Say what you need to say, and we’ll decipher it.”

“I didn’t— I don’t want to push you away.”

“Then why do you need space?”

“Because I need to focus on making this band the best it can be.”

“And I can’t be there for that?”

“You are there!” He moved closer. “You’re in my head. All the time. You inspire me and distract me. And I don’t know how to balance it out. Distance is the only solution I got until I’m better.”

You dropped your hands to your sides.

“I don’t understand. I mean, I do. Kinda. But I thought we were getting to something good.”

You thought you two were something good.

“Sweetheart,” he said. “We are. We will.”

You shook your head. The sting of a week’s silence had turned into an ache.

“It doesn’t feel that way.”

He put his free hand on top of his head.

“I’m gonna be honest with you here. I think about you every day.”

Your eyes grew hot before tears blurred your vision.

His hand fell from his head as he said, “I’ve picked up the phone to call you so many times, but...”

You blinked the tears away as your chin jutted.

“But you don’t call.”

“Neither do you.”

“You pushed me away! I’m not crawling back to beg for your fucking scraps!”

“My fucking scraps? I’d give you fucking everything. I’m trying to give you fucking everything!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about being good enough, goddammit!”

“What?”

“You’ve thrown my life... out of whack. The band is unhappy. I haven’t been able to concentrate for shit this past week. I don’t have a new module for Hellfire lined up.” He took a step closer, lunchbox rattling in his hand. “I didn’t ask for this, but I can’t...” He shook his head. “I can’t, ‘cause all I want to do is write songs about you. Talk through ideas with you. Show you some stupid thing I found or read some stupid article to you.”

“Then call me. I don’t have to come over.”

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth. With him this close, it was easy to see when his lip came back wet and full.

“I can’t. I don’t have that kind of willpower.”

“Then why are you telling me this? Just let me go.”

“It’s the difference between torture and agony.”

“Wha—? I don’t—”

“Torture ends, agony doesn’t.”

“And this is fucking torture, Eddie!”

“Yes, and it’ll end, I promise!”

“I’m so sick of this shit!” You threw your arms out. “I didn’t ask for this, either!” You poked his chest with a finger. “I just wanted you.”

He grabbed your hand in both of his as his lunchbox clattered to the ground. You tensed, unsure what to expect. His calluses rasped over your skin. He uncurled your fingers to press your palm to his warm chest.

Softly, he said, “It’s not forever.”

“I’m not putting my life on hold.”

“Good.”

“I’m writing a college application essay and taking the SAT.”

He nodded.

“You’ll do great.”

Before your brain caught up, your mouth said, “My parents got me my own phone line for Christmas.”

“Can I have the number?”

“Only if you promise to call.”

“I promise,” he said as he walked you backwards.

Your rear met the cold steel of a parked car. You leaned against its solid support. The only thing separating your front from his was your arm sandwiched between your chests.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“Probably not.”

He drew your hand up his chest, under the collar of his flannel, to the side of his neck. His skin was silky and hot. He was giving you the choice: pull him in or restrain him.

He whispered, “Let me touch you.”

“We are touching.”

“Then let me kiss you.”

You glanced at his lips.

“How can we do that if you want space?”

“Forget space for the night.”

“What about tomorrow, huh?”

“It’s not tomorrow.”

You focused on the ringer t-shirt under his flannel. It would be so easy to run your fingers under the collar and tug him against you. And you wanted to. You could see yourself doing it — again and again. You could also see him pushing you away, going silent, then calling when he can’t stand jerking off alone anymore.

“You can’t yank me around like this,” you said.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You give me this wonderful Christmas present, then say you don’t want to see me until April. It’s barely been a week, and you want to talk to me. You let me and my friends use your van, then you say I’ve messed up your life. Now you want to kiss me?” You shook your head. “You are yanking me around.”

“I know this is a shit situation, okay? But you gotta see it from my point of view. If the band doesn’t win this battle, we’re toast. We won’t have a clean demo or the money to get out of here...” His eyes turned glassy in the half-light. “I can’t do it, baby, I can’t.”

Your chest tightened in sympathy, but you had to advocate for yourself.

“Well, I can’t have my heart broken every time you need some stress relief.”

“You think it’s a relief to know it’ll hurt you?”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s the only way to get the hell out of here with you.”

This circular argument was exhausting. You weren’t the type to make a musician choose between the band and the partner. That wasn’t fair. Eddie had to decide on his own. If you’d moved on, well, that was a risk.

You trailed your hand down his chest, then away.

“You know what? How about you figure out what you want and then come find me?”

You slid from between him and the car, banging your hip on the side-mirror. That must’ve looked super graceful. You rubbed at the sore spot as you trudged to your car.

Eddie called after you, but you couldn’t turn around. It would be too much.

He seized your upper arm to pull you back. In a move you’d only seen in an action movie, you spun around and propelled him to the next parked car. His hold disappeared as his backside plowed into the rear side panel, wallet chain clanking.

He looked as surprised as you felt. You’d done nothing like that before. Hell, you didn’t know you could do something like that.

Then you remembered he dared to keep you from leaving. Like you were some uncooperative puppy. You weren’t his to control.

You fisted his shirt and shoved.

“I’m sorry,” he said, raising his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“You can’t just grab me.”

You pressed your knuckles to his sternum. Your pulse thudded in your ears.

He nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t grab me like that.”

You loosened your hold, but didn’t release his shirt.

“What was the plan, huh?” you asked. “Keep me here to listen to more of your shitty excuses?”

“I know what I want, alright?” He looked deep into your eyes. “I want you.”

“But not enough.”

“No, enough to work for it.”

He lay his hand on top of yours. You were shaking — and so was he. His other hand went to your hip and guided you between his spread knees. You wrapped an arm behind his back to rest against him. Though it hadn’t been long since you’d hugged him, it felt like ages. He smelled like you remembered: apple shampoo and cigarettes with the underlying scent of cheap aftershave.

Tension uncoiled from your chest as he wrapped his arms around you and settled his cheek on your head.

Into his shirt, you said, “I’m still mad at you.”

“Understandable.”

“You know, I’d never curse you or the band.”

“I know. It was a stupid thing to say.”

You looked at his face in the dim. The streetlight painted him in shades of orange. He looked back, eyes dark and sincere.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked.

“Kiss me where?”

A corner of his mouth quirked.

“Anywhere you’d like.”

You should say no, should push away — or at least argue. Then you realized the argument had no end. It would continue until April. Maybe beyond. You didn’t want his absence for four months. You didn’t want to be without his touch, his thoughts, his laughter for that time. A week had created an ache. Four months would see you crumble to dust. You didn’t want that for him, either.

Yes, it was a weakness to give in, but you were weak.

You whispered, “How about we start with lips?”

“We can do that.”

You braced a hand on the cold trunk and hooked fingers under his collar to draw him in. He widened his stance to bring you near and tilted your face to his. As he moved in, you kept your eyes open to the last second.

His plump lips meeting yours knocked the air from your lungs. You angled for more, to kiss harder. A groan from deep in his chest egged you on. He pulled you in tight by the waist. Your breasts pressed against his front.

His tongue teased the seam of your lips. You grasped his ass to pull him impossibly closer. His lips parted with a gasp. His back arched, thighs spreading. You felt wicked as you sucked at his bottom lip. He tasted of beer and salt. You followed that predictable combination with your tongue.

He rolled his hips and cradled your jaw as his tongue slid over yours. A hint of stubble prickled at your skin. Whether from his absence or your high, everything was better than you’d hoped. His scent reminded you of basking naked in bed with him. It made you want to rub yourself all over him like a cat.

Distantly, you wondered why you’d avoided him earlier.

He broke the kiss, panting against your lips.

“Can I finger you? You know I’ll make it good, sweetheart. Let me touch you, yeah?”

The thought of those talented, dexterous hands between your legs once more had your cunt pulsing. You wet your bottom lip, tasting his spit. He looked at you like he knew how your body had reacted.

You nodded.

Perhaps it was a mistake, but you’d deal with the fallout later.

He closed his eyes and breathed out a ‘thank you.’ His hand went from your jaw to your chest as he nuzzled your neck. He cupped one of your breasts, squeezing and fondling. Your breath caught, nipples hardening. His familiar touch burned through your top and bra.

He whispered your name between kisses to your skin. You sagged against him, letting your head crane back. In reply, his hand snuck lower to unbutton your jeans. The heavy bulge of his erection dragged across your belly as he made room to unzip them. Memory flashed like lightning: you palming him through his boxers on Halloween, stroking his covered cock, the rocking of his hips.

You wanted that as well and trailed a hand up his inseam. He paused, legs tensing. You leaned back to meet his gaze. Shadows hid much of his expression, but you knew he was uncertain.

An internal petty streak liked his uncertainty, because he deserved it. He’d made you question your relationship. He’d been contradictory and confusing.

You wedged a hand between his legs. Through his jeans, you pressed the heel of your palm into the warm base of his cock while you cupped his sac with your fingers. He let out a little sound as you massaged the firm ovoids of his balls.

“No one’s ever heard you make that sound, have they?” you asked lowly.

He shook his head, and you mirrored him.

“Anyone touch you like this?”

“No.”

“That’s right. No one’s taken their time with you, right?”

He gasped, “No,” with big, bambi eyes and parted lips.

And you wanted to savor him. You wanted him in your bed again, wild hair fanning across your pillow. You wanted to touch and be touched.

“No,” you said in agreement. “Just me.”

His thighs parted a little more as his breathing quickened. He rocked into your palm. The faltering hand at your stomach moved away to make room.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

You hummed and watched yourself caress the length of his denim-covered erection.

“Why start?” you asked.

“What?”

“After we get each other off, it all goes back to silence.” You dragged your nails up his cock, which throbbed. “Fuck, what are we doing?”

He put cool hands on either side of your face to force you to meet his eyes.

“We’re doing what’s necessary.”

He kissed you. He devoured you. The universe revolved around his plush lips against yours. Instead of a bright center, it was dark. He slanted his head, lips smearing across yours — an asteroid made of diamond. His tongue invaded your mouth, like he was desperate for your particular flavor — a black hole to draw you in.

You held onto his hips and rested your front on his. He spun you to lean on the car instead — twin stars orbiting each other. One hand went to the fly of your jeans to unzip them. His fingers splayed at the waistband of your underwear, pinkie sneaking underneath.

That touch, though gentle, seared your belly. You angled your hips.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he said against your lips.

It was your turn to say, “Don’t stop.”

Eddie hid his face in your neck and inhaled deep. He hummed as you clutched his shoulders. His hand snaked under your underwear until two nimble fingers slid between your wet folds.

You gasped, eyes going wide. That single touch made you quiver.

“This’s what I need,” he said as he found your clit.

You breathed a laugh. “Yeah? Creamed your jeans over this?”

“You got no idea.”

“Show me then.”

In silent acceptance of the challenge, he circled your clit how he knew you liked. It was the right pressure, fast and firm enough.

“So wet.” He dragged his teeth over your neck. “Wanna bend you over this car.”

You squirmed on his fingers.

“Maybe later.”

“Yeah, later,” he said before sliding a finger inside you.

His palm cupped your mound, finger massaging your slick cunt. He stroked your walls and teased your g-spot. You maneuvered him by the hair to kiss him. His mouth was lush and demanding and perfect. With one taste, you couldn’t get enough.

He rocked his hand, keeping the pressure on your mound and inching his finger in and out. You groaned into the kiss as you writhed. It wasn’t enough — and he had to know it.

“C’mon, gimme what I need.”

“Yes, milady.”

He eased his finger out and returned to circling your clit. You nodded while biting your lip and stilling your hips. He began slow, using two fingers to keep the stimulation going. Your legs wobbled. You jerked against him. An arm slithered between your back and the car.

“I got you.”

You clung to him and swayed with the motion of his fingers. You continued moving until he was working your clit too fast. Letting your forehead rest on his shoulder, band pins cool on your skin, you panted as pleasure grew. It licked like fire up your spine.

There was only heat and escalating tension. He held you tight through it. Grateful, you wanted to kiss him again, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t break the spell, lose the thread. But you thought of his talented, ripe mouth — fuck, his tongue — thought of him bending you over and eating you out. He could do it right here, in the open, with the chilly air flitting over your exposed ass. Your cries would echo through the woods.

“Oh, shit...”

“That’s it, baby.” He kissed your temple. “Come all over my hand.”

You groaned as thoughts fractured like glass. You were going to come just like he wanted you to. It was right there. You teetered on that event horizon. The licking fire became stronger, hotter, until it blazed — a supernova. You muffled your moans in the soft denim of his vest as you came. Your cunt throbbed — a pulsar. It kept going and going as you burned and clawed and strained in Eddie’s arms.

His fingers came to a standstill, pressing on your clit. You shivered as your cunt pulsed one last time.

You grabbed his nape and pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed you deep and hard, nipping at your lips, tongue invading and teasing. His soaked fingers spread a honey-like trail over your skin as he gripped your hip.

“Take me home,” he said. “Sneak me inside. I’ll fuck you all night. Do anything you want.”

You blinked away the daze of orgasm as you caught your breath. Home meant getting his perfect cock in you. His hands would hold your hips, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises. You could ride him on the window seat as the sun rose. Your parents would be sleeping off hangovers until at least noon—

A pop of a firework interrupted. Cheers and whoops rang from the old restaurant.

It was tomorrow — and now 1986.

“Can’t. We can’t,” you said.

He opened his mouth to protest, but you placed fingers on his kiss-swollen lips.

“Really. We can’t.”

You traced the edge of his lips as he stared at you with dark, gleaming eyes.

“This sucks.”

To assuage his suffering, and yours, you kissed him once more. His grip on your hip tightened. He sucked on your bottom lip and rolled his hips against yours. It nearly had you forgetting yourself, your surroundings, your self-respect.

You pulled his hair to break the kiss. He groaned. His erection pulsed where it pressed into the side of your belly. You shushed him, running fingers over his hair.

You asked, “Want me to drive you to your van?”

“Nah, I need to cool off.”

You hummed. “Not possible.”

He snorted. “It’s going to be a long four months.”

With a nod, you smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone.

“Happy New Year, honey.”

You released him and stepped back. His hands left warm stripes on your hip and back. You fastened your jeans, the wetness in your underwear uncomfortable.

You finally looked at him. His bottom lip quivered, as though he was just hanging onto his composure. You wanted to offer comfort, to give in, to take him home, to forget the past week. Instead, you took another step back.

Your throat was taut as you said, “See you in O’Donnell’s.”

He nodded and looked at his feet.

Your heart wrenched, making it hard to breathe. Your eyes flooded, making it hard to see. You didn’t know what else to say, so you remained quiet. You weren’t sure you could speak, anyway.

When he didn’t raise his head, you tiptoed around him. You made it a yard or two when he said your name. You turned to find him watching.

“Happy New Year.”

[daughterofthereaper02]

could you do a young!maverick one shot where you’re the admirals daughter and maverick breaks it’s off between you two to keep you safe (but you don’t know that) and the next day at the bar he sees ice flirting with you and he gets all riled up? love your writing btw!

A/n: I will definitely try this! I'm not that great with the whole break up portion so I hope this doesn't suck!

You stood in front of Maverick, your arms crossed as you stared at him in disbelief. He looked calm and collected but you knew your boyfriend- ex-boyfriend well enough to see his nerves. "It's not working out, Maverick?" You hissed, seeing him flinch as you used his callsign. You always called him Pete or Mav, never Maverick, "I'm sorry y/n, I just think it will be better for us both this way" he told you. You clenched your jaw and ground your teeth together a little, "Fine Mitchell. You want us to be over? We're over. But I'm going to find out the real reason for you breaking us up... I'm not giving up on you" you promised him, handing him his jacket before walking away.

You didn't see him watching you as you walked away, the heartbroken looked that passed over his face. He clutched onto his jacket that was still warm from you as you left. He was trying to protect you from the travel and the worry, the constant 'is he coming home?' after one too many close calls. Your father also cornered him one day, telling him you deserved better then the life of a military wife. That Pete was going to leave you with a folded flag one day and to really think about continuing to date his daughter with that thought.

The next day you were at the bar with a friend, drinking a plain coke despite your friend trying to get you to drink after the break up. You spotted Pete across the room, his eyes constantly traveling back to you when suddenly someone blocked your view. You brought the glass to your lips and raised a brow at Iceman standing in front of you. "Yes?" You asked, a smile playing on your lips as you saw your best friend. "A little birdie told me you were single.... Another little birdie told me you weren't giving up so easy" he told you, bringing a hand to your cheek before helping you up. "Why don't we make him jealous and see if we can fix your situation? It doesn't seem like he wanted the break up either?" Tom told you, a grin on his face. You let out a laugh, "You're a real shit starter Kazansky, you know that?" You murmured, your heart pounding as you just saw Pete and he was frowning.

You both talked for a bit, playful flirting back and forth as Tom danced with you. He would lean down to whisper how much worse Pete looked every time he looked over. "Take my sunglasses and put them on" Tom told you. You took them and placed them on your face, smiling up at him.

To you it felt all wrong but it was worth it because Pete finally came over and shoved Tom away. "Really? One day we're broken up and you go after her Kazansky? Really?" He asked angrily. You handed Tom his sunglasses back as Pete turned to you, "Can we talk outside? Please?" He asked, trying to not punch Tom. "Lead the way Maverick" you shrugged. He took your hand and started to pull you through the crowd, Iceman winked at you and you grinned back.

On e you were both outside, you shivered at the difference in the air and Pete draped his jacket over your shoulders. "I'm sorry, I thought I could do it but I can't, I'm too far in love with you. I wanted to protect you from being military wife... From possibly receiving that folded flag" he told you, looking like a kicked puppy. You brought a hand to his cheek, "Pete, I get that but remember I'm an admirals daughter, I grew up with the moving and the wondering. I would rather three happy years with you then none. I love you and if doing crazy stuff in the air makes you happy, then be happy. Just let me be here cheering for you" you told him, looking right into his green eyes to show you meant everything.

He kissed you gently, pouring his love into the kiss as you moved your arms around his neck. When you broke apart, you smiled, "I'm off the market again?" You laughed and he nodded, shooting you his famous grin. "Too bad for Tom" he shrugged before bringing you back in to dance.

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[steddie-thirst]

Dungeons and Maidens | Eddie Munson x (Elven) Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie meets a mystical being to real to be true and realizes the many years of playing D&D is going to help him become the hero to save Hawkins and a whole other world.

A rolling cheer erupts throughout the room earning a joyful laughter from the head of the table. "Well done travelers." Eddie starts cutting the rooms celebration short, a eerie edge to his tone. "You are weary, but satisfied with the journey which put an end to the Cult of Lord Vecna." Brown eyes search each member at the table; gauging their reactions to his end monologue of the journey taken of their by the players of the current campaign. "Now, you lay at rest as a new danger takes form. Shadows take form of a dark figure. He who is tall, robe sewn from darkness itself, and skin like ice." Eddie brings two hands up towards his face, mocking the removal of a hood.

"No." Dustin starts, eyes blown wide with fear.

"Yes, my friends. He hath returned." Eddie confirms with a mischievous grin. It was just the reaction he needed.

"Mallus the Wielder." Gareth mutters. It was deathly quiet and wonderful ending to a nights campaign.

As the younger crowd filtered out of the building and the Drama Club room, Eddie stayed behind to clean up. Once finished with that he locked up and headed towards the school lot, exiting through the unarmed fire door. He fished his keys out of his back pocket and made his way towards his van. He glanced around the vacant lot humming to himself as he strides towards his own vehicle. The night was silent, crickets chirping, wind whistling, and birds cawing.

When he reached the door, on the other side of the lot one of the trash bins clattered, followed by the shattering of glass. "Hello?" He turns on his heels, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. His nose scrunched up and eyes dangerously narrowed. "Who's there?"

Footsteps run past him from behind and Eddie whirls around holding his hands up in defense. Another crash off in the distance and he's shaking his head, "Nope. No, not gonna die tonight." He hurriedly turns back to around the front of the van and flings open the door clambering inside. Eddie fumbles with the keys in trying to start the engine.

"E-Excuse me?"

Eddie jumps ten feet in the air, his chest tightens, and his whole body turns. There sitting in the back of his van amongst the clutter of tossed papers, old beer cans followed by the other mix of mess. Knees pressed to the dingy floor and sat back on haunches. A girl.

You a magnificently beautiful creature was inside his van. Completely ethereal and gentle, pointed ears peeking out from behind your locks. An elf? You were an elf?

"Please, I need help." Voice pleading with him. His eyes scanned your face and notice the small scratches and bloodied temple.

Eddie looks down at you and he nodded. You were in danger, needed help, and he was going to give it to you. "Firstly, sweetheart I am going to take you to someone that can help." You nod in agreement. He drove to the one place that he knew would provide you with the care you needed.

Dustin frowns as he walks over to the door, "Guys, I said no more sleepov-" The curly haired child paused as he flung open the door, laying eyes on the one figure he thought would be the last to show up at his doorstep. In his arms lay your limp figure.

Eddie raises his brows, "Can I come in?" He asks. Dustin steps aside and ushers him into the house quickly. Once, he's inside Eddie places your weakened form on the couch and lets you rest, noting that your skin nearly glimmers in the light. Dustin watches then grips Eddie's forearm dragging him into the kitchen to talk.

Dustin lowered his voice to an angered whisper, "Dude! What the heck is going on? Who is that? Is she an elf?" The rapid fir of questions made Eddie slap a hand over the child's mouth.

"First, chill." He nods, eyes darting to the hand that is clasped over his mouth and Eddie huffs removing the hand and continuing. "Secondly, keep your voice down you'll wake her up and I don't know. She appeared in my van, then she explained how she was in danger. Next thing I know she's passed out and I panicked." Eddie explained.

Eddie glances back into the living room and Dustin nodded, "She's an elf? That's-"

"Amazing, I know. I'm freakin' out, man." Eddie's lips pull back into a half-smile. Dustin gets that toothy grin as he thinks about it. How often do people get to meet real life fantasy creatures that only existed in their minds and books.

"Did she say anything about the danger?" Dustin inquires peering into the living room like Eddie who shakes his head, mangy curls bobbing along with his movements.

"Nah, just passed out after asking for help."

"She's so pretty." Dustin commented looking up to his elder who gives a curt nod.

Is as if on cue your eyes flutter open and you sit up on the couch, eyes worriedly taking in the strange surroundings. "Woah, woah, take it easy." Eddie hurries over from the kitchen and kneels before you.

"Danger, I'm- He's coming!" You whimper in fear. Lips trembling and body shaking beneath his soothing touches. Dustin follows behind the metalhead and he gains a worry.

"Who's coming?"

"Mallus. Mallus the Wielder, he's coming." The two share a look of worry and regret. How could any of this be real?

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

So, I wanted to make a sequel to this:

To recap if you won't read it: Amnesiac Supervillain (who wants Sidekick for their power), Bubbly Hero (who wants Sidekick to eat three meals a day), Emo Teen Sidekick (who's a mind-controller), and most importantly, a Cat.

We're good ? We're good.

***

Supervillain still didn’t have their memories back, but some things lingered. It didn’t took long to hate Hero, for example, them and their bubbly voice, their eyes that were perpetually unfocused, their way of tilting their head when they were confused (and that seemed to happen often). Something was wrong with their face. What, they couldn’t say exactly, but the whole made them want to burst out of their cell and skin them alive, just to wipe it out.

That was normal, right ?

Of course. In the case of Hero, at least, that was normal. Everyone else had to have the same opinion about them, obviously. Everything about them was conceived to be aggravating. The fact that they were trapped in a cell did nothing for their mood. The rugs, the carpeted walls, the TV, the way the room looked cheerful – all of this was wrong. In their mind there were visions of dark gloomy dungeons and they were quite sure they’d rather be there – anywhere far from that sinister, stupid cheerfulness. A cell was a cell, no matter how hard you tried to conceit that fact. (Plus, the color arrangement was very distasteful.) The only pleasure they had was singing as badly as they could in the tub that was in their tiny bathroom. The pained expressions of their guardians when they went out had been slightly entertaining, but it was nothing like before, whatever that meant.

“Do I have to see you ?” they asked Hero tiredly.

Their old foe opened their eyes wide.

“ Of course not ! But I thought it would do some good for your memory.”

They smiled in return.

“ I guess this wouldn’t hurt.”

They tried not to show their disliking too much. They weren’t sure of the consequences if they refused anything from them, so they forced themself to relax. It proved to be very difficult when Hero pulled out a picture and showed it to them.

“ This is Jellybean," they announced proudly. "Remember ? That was the kitty you kicked and that I’ve adopted.”

“I’m sorry, couldn’t we talk about our fights or something a little more... substantial ?”

Or anything that is, you know, not your stupid cat. It was definitively not a “kitty” anymore. Hell, this beast wasn’t even cute. It was a white, fat blob who gave the objective a rather grumpy look. It would have been rejected from a petting zoo.

“ I beg your pardon”, said Hero. Their voice froze all at once. “This is my little tiny perfect Jellybean who’s very soft and pretty. I cannot think of a better subject. Sometimes she even rolls on her back and it’s adorable.”

Oh well. I knew there was going to be torture involved one way or another, Supervillain thought. Putting as much sympathy as they could in their voice, they asked:

“What about your sidekick ?”

“ What about them ?”

“Last time I’ve seen them, they were wounded. I hate to think I’ve hurt them.”

On that point, they were mostly sincere. It was the kid's fault if they were there, but well, that seemed fair enough. They liked how gloomy they looked.

“They’re fine”, assured Hero. “Convalescing, that’s all. They’re a little angsty after what happened, so I’ve bought them a video game where you can kill lots of people. That’s how kids cope these days, right ? It does them some good to blow up steam.”

Supervillain sighed, resigned.

“Enlighten me about Jellybean.”

Hero grinned.

“Look ! How ! Cute ! My ! Kitty ! Is !”

Every word was punctuated by another picture brandished in front of their face. Jellybean, taking a nap on a pillow. Jellybean, drinking from a bowl. Jellybean, standing in a spot of sunlight.

Jellybean, looking at them with green eyes. Staring.

Supervillain took a step back before realizing it.

“Are you okay ?” asked Hero.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I have a headache…”

And then, a memory came. They knew before reliving it that they didn’t want to.

Supervillain was in a house. Not theirs, obviously. Not with all those damn pastels. Not with this kind of rubbish furniture. Also, they’ve just busted through the door, and it was in shambles.

So, not theirs.

Yet they’d entered like they owned the place. It seemed empty, but they knew better.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little one !”

They pushed through a door. Sidekick was standing up against a comfy couch and they were already sweating from the effort. The blanket they had was at their feet. Behind the kid, a TV screen indicated a game over. The teen raised their hand.

“Don’t,” they squeaked. “Take another step and I will end you.”

Supervillain smiled.

“Don’t overdo it, Sidekick. The charm that blocks your powers is still working very well, as far as I can see.”

“I know what it is, you pompous asshole. I was there when you cursed me, remember ?”

Supervillain raised their hands in an appeasing gesture:

“ Now now, Sidekick, I’m not here for fighting. I want to talk.”

They looked around:

“Are you happy here ? Really happy ? You know, I see you running behind Hero and I feel sorry for you. That’s not a feeling I have everyday. You’re worth so much better than that.”

Sidekick raised a single finger in answer. Not to be deterred by such a childish gesture, Supervillain kept on with their monologue. They explained how power was good actually, that inspiring fear was even better, that the stolen money and fame didn’t hurt, and of course that the dark side had much, much better fashion. (And as Sidekick was wearing only black, surely they would agree on that one.)

“But better than that, you stop caring ! Who cares what the others think of you when they’re gonna die anyway ? This stupid Hero loves to forgive, but it’s so much more satisfying to tear an idiot apart limb by limb. I’m sure they would tell you that’s bad, but how can they say that when they've never even tried ? They’re full of prejudice, and that’s what’s wrong in our society today.”

Sidekick sneered. Supervillain was growing tired. It was a long time since they’ve tried to talk to a person to convince them, and they felt they were not given the attention – nay, the awe – they deserved. So, they switched to a more familiar and much more pleasant tactic.

“You know what ? Actions speak louder than words. I’m bringing you back to my lair and I’ll show you how you torture someone to submission, and it shall be very fun. It’s bonding activity time !”

Sidekick didn’t answer. They didn’t budge. With their fists clenched and their lips pursed, they didn’t look so well. Supervillain had to admit, they felt a little disappointed the kid wouldn’t at least try to run away.

“It’s all right if you can’t torture an innocent person by yourself”, they promised. “For the first time, I can do most of the work, you’ll relax and watch.”

And that was that. Several things happened very fast. First, Sidekick threw themself at the comically old-fashioned phone on the table near by. Second, Supervillain rushed to stop them. Third, they tripped and landed on their face. Their head had banged against something which, at first view, didn't exist. They raised their hand and tried to feel the obstacle.

Oh. That was a forcefield. A pretty powerful, one, in fact. Neither Hero nor Sidekick had this power, so they hadn’t thought to check. It was probably a gift from one of their friends. They cursed silently while Sidekick’s voice resonated in the room, slightly hysterical:

“Hero ? Supervillain is here – the bad, bad grown-up ! They said, they said...”

The old phone crackled in answer:

“Don’t worry, I’m coming over – and remember, you’re protected at home.”

With difficulty, Supervillain stood up. So, Sidekick was protected by a measly, stupid forcefield ? The whole thing held by two little crystals placed from each side of the room. Now that the surprise effect had worn off, that was pretty pathetic. Had they both thought this would hold Supervillain for long ?

Well, that just made them angry.

The forcefield shivered. Supervillain wasn't called a master of Dark, Black, Not Very Light and Absolutely Not Colorful magic for nothing. With the right formula, that thing would disappear fast. It was a matter of minutes.

Sidekick had to know that. So why that look on their face ?

“Meow.”

Supervillain froze for an instant and turned slowly.

“Meeeeeeeow”, insisted Jellybean.

The cat walked slowly towards them both. Avoiding Supervillain, they jumped at the couch to go to Sidekick, and rubbed itself against their dressing gown. The teen scratched lightly its head, keeping their eyes on the intruder.

The Dark, Black, Not Very Light and Absolutely Not Colorful sorcerer needed a couple of seconds to accept the fact that the animal had crossed the forcefield as if there was nothing. It didn’t seem affected at all. Currently it was stretching, proudly showing to the world and to Supervillain in particular what there was under its tail.

Supervillain suddenly found themself lacking of any kind of patience. Inky sparks emanated from their body and began destroying the parts of the room that weren’t protected. Paintings, photos and some shelves exploded. A pillow covered with cat fur was burnt to ashes.

Jellybean turned its head and its gaze crossed theirs. It wasn’t a pretty cat. In fact, she was a downright absolute – marvel.

No, wait, that wasn’t right.

Not only a marvel, a wonder. A pure feline jewel.

Something was wrong -

No, it wasn’t. She was perfect. She was Jellybean.

Her green eyes burned into their skull.

Could you believe that this pure perfect wonder was hungry and wanted a snack? Could you believe the wickedness of humans who weren’t rushing to humbly feed her ?

Alas, Supervillain was depressingly devoid of cat food. Useless and tormented, they fell on their knees in both a demonstration of forgiveness and an invitation to pet her.

The green eyes gave then a scornful look. If you cannot be useful to me, then despair in abject solitude, said the gaze. For I am Jellybean, and I can only bought by the finest things in life, like salmon, chicken cream soup, or maybe half a lizard.

Supervillain‘s brain was burning. They let out a single shrink of agony, and then blacked out on the floor. Only one thought had the time to cross their mind and it was -

“What the fuck ?”

They suddenly stood up in their cell, facing Hero from the other side of the bars. They were shaking.

“What is this beast ?”

Hero tilted their head:

“ I thought it was obvious. She is a perfect cat with a lot of self-confidence. Also, incidentally, a mind-controller like Sidekick. They get along like a house on fire, I have pictures of them together in my wallet if you want, they’re so precious -

“A mind-con- a goddamn mind-controller ? Do you have any idea how dangerous - ? She nearly fried my brain ! Sidekick has nothing on her ! ”

“Ah but you see, this was my place, I wasn’t here and you weren’t invited.”

“How can you bear living with such a thing ?”

“I won’t lie, it’s a budget. With your capture, I could gift her a fluffy ball with feathers. She loved the cardboard box that went with it.”

“You knew! You knew all along I’d go at your place and I’d face her!”

Hero smiled warmly to Supervillain:

“I’m so glad you remembered something ! It might be the most important thing, too !”

They kept their smile, all teeth and glint, as they leaned on and enunciated slowly:

“Don’t. Ever. Touch. My. Fucking. Kid.”

*

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My type of Happiness

February 07, 2024 by - Faith Azriel Urbi

Have you ever experienced a Semestral break? As a former private school student that’s now studying at a public school, it’s my first time experiencing a Semestral break; and trust me, it’s as fun as it sounds. My Sembreak was definitely worth it and enjoyable even if we were only given a whole week. Especially that I got to spend most of it with my family and friends, which made it more special and fun.

During the Semestral break, it is expected that students already put their studies aside and began enjoying their free time with no school works waiting for them the next following days. As a student the Sembreak is really helpful, especially for us who’s experiencing academic pressure. I, myself, has also been hooked to school works and the Sembreak serves as a little breather as a student. It’s a win-win situation if you ask me, considering the Sembreak itself is like a small reward for our hard work in academics.

The Sembreak allowed me to spend more time with my family and close friends. I got to go to numerous events and I made sure to make the most of it. As a student, it really isn’t deniable that most of my time was spent on reading and writing; which leads me to not having enough time to bond with my family. I take this Semestral Break as a breather in my academics, and an excuse for me and my family to bond as a whole. Bonding with my family was the best feeling ever, especially that they never fail to make me feel safe and happy whenever I’m with them. My own definition of safe space is when I’m with them, and honestly they’re the main reason why my Sembreak was fun and worth it.

To pass some time together, my family went to explore are galleries; gazing at the attractive art as we walked around the gallery in full admiration. We even cooked together before binge watching movies in our living room, it was our way of bonding and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Then we tried to paint each other, which didn’t went well but at least we were having fun and that’s all that matters when bonding with my family. We then visited our balcony to star gaze, chatting about our situations while drinking hot Choco. It all felt warm and perfect, as if this was what I needed after flooding myself with academics.

After that, my cousins invited me to play Roblox and MLBB with them. I reluctantly agreed since I had nothing to do around the house anyway. Also, even though we were playing through our gadgets, at least we had fun in doing so. It was super entertaining and unforgettable as we even joked around and start teasing each other with sayings that were as clear as mud. We enjoyed playing so much that we didn’t even notice the time and it was time to go. Aside from all of that, I had an amazing time playing and chatting with them since we rarely get to play or hang out together now.

Let’s be honest, everyone needs a break; wherein some already crave to indulge themselves with their hobbies or activities they haven’t done in a while. As the Sembreak continuous, the more chances we get to make in bonding with our family and friends. Even with my best of friends, we just enjoy the day care-free as we have nothing to worry about the very next day. As laughter would fill the room while we chatted about topics we wouldn’t even care about the very next day. We would spend the time hanging out like there was no tomorrow; smiling at each other till our cheeks hurt from smiling and till our face turns red from giggling.

As the Sembreak is close to an end, my Mom and Dad planned to take me to the Bambanti Festival, and it was the most mesmerizing events I’ve visited yet. While waiting for the pageantry to start, we went to the village where we took a look of the indigenous houses of each municipality. As I heard their cheers by each contestant during the pageantry, I already knew it was going to be intense and lively. We went to the stadium and claimed an empty spot before it got too crowded to get a better view of the fellow contestants. Each round was filled with mixed emotions, by every second everyone becomes catchier and better than the first round; which made us watchers e was definitely a night to remember as at the end of the pageantry there were fireworks. It was very beautiful and hypnotic to see; especially when their theme music matched very well with their grand fireworks.

There’s no denying that a lot of us students enjoy and love every minute of our Sembreak for the reason that many missed doing their daily hobbies, like painting, dancing, swimming and many more. The Semestral break allows us to connect back to our hobbies and allow ourselves to enjoy the activities that make us feel at ease or calm. Throughout my Sembreak experience, I got to be in my own peaceful bubble as I got to unite with my hobbies that made me feel calm and serene. I felt safe and tranquil while connecting back to my hobbies that I’ve left temporarily due to my academics. It’s important that we let ourselves rest not only physically, but also mentally.

To sum up everything I’ve concluded, the semestral break is the most anticipated vacation of students like me. This also states that the Sembreak helps students spend more time with their loved ones instead of being drowned with school works. The Sembreak is fun in its own different ways, especially when it comes to bonding with your family or friends. Nothing feels warmer than the love my family gives which made my Sembreak extra special and fun.