#Evermore exposed

[evermorethecrow]

EVERMORE THE CROW 1K SPECIAL..... EXPOSING MY PAST.................

ages ago when i was younger i had to write this letter talking about times i got injured for school work and it was so bad i went through it with a friend of mine and because i thought i wouldnt hit 1k before the end of the year saying id post it if i did.

AND NOW IVE DONE IT

so heres my letter :(

Dear sir, I chose to write about a dangerous situation I've been in but I found it so difficult to pinpoint one situation.I am such an impulsive and spontaneous person and I rarely think before I act .Therefore instead of just one dangerous situation I have composed. Before i start i would like to issue a warning under no circumstances should a person attempt to recreate any action in this list for it is ill advised and i don't want to go to court again Kind regards -------

Okay so let's start out small ,i mean like when i was small really small i couldn't walk, but oh boy i could climb and unfortunately for the better of my own health climb I did,climb out of my cot and i know because gravity people who drop out of things tend to have this annoying habit of hitting the floor.Lets just say my mum put PE mats on my bedroom floor after that.

Next…uhhhhh incident??? Oooh it's another escaping story  maan maybe i should change my name to houdini or something,anyway this was a little later like i was able to walk (uh oh) i reckon i was good a walking, a little too good, my mum looked away from my pram for a second a second too long when she looked back i was gone, everyone in the park was looking for me and after 10 minutes of looking my mum saw me walk out the playground, i left and went to the playground.We went home after that.

Time for the third story  I was two years old and was running buckwild in Greenwich Park and having a fun time, in fact I was having such a fun time I didn't hear my mum shout “LOOK OUT”.  I had a comically large bump on my head got concussed and had to go to hospital, Not for too long though the very next day i got sent home for using a IV as a skateboard

Just a heads up befor the next story alot of these storys will be me being stupid and endeing up in hospital so if you have idiotphopia or are scared it would be advised to leave now or buy todays sponsor raycon earbuds.

Anyway next accident  When i was five I was in bed as a five year old should be when I had a genius revelation Hmmm i I dont wanna use my legs to get out of bed so why not roll out instead….i did roll out of bed,right onto a plastic dinosaur and cut my eyelid, there was blood all over my face.But hey at least i got to meet an old friend of mine.The hospital waiting room.

So yeah you can probably see how i'm quite an accident prone person but i never really did anything that bad.SO WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THE TIME I JUMPED OFF MY SCOOTER WHILE GOING SUPER FAST ON IT DOWN A HILL? I was seven and i was at our local park blythe hill and my seven year old brain wanted nothing more than to go down that hill at record speeds on my scooter,and i'm not talking about one of those fancy stunt scooters no i'm talking about a kids micro scooter, you know , the one where you would always put elastic bands on it, any way I was about halfway down the hill when i decided I was going too fast on it and i could get hurt and since id never had an injury before i wanted to prevent that so what did i do? I jumped of the scooter I was a smart kid. I jumped off my scooter and pretty much removed all the skin on that side of my body and too make matters worse it got infected and i had to take antibiotics for 4 weeks. Fun times

As you can probably see i might be a bit reckless and might be a bit bad at planning ahead  Which leads me to our next story, this ones a bit different you see this time  I didn't actually get hurt. I was at a friend's house and that friend's house had a garden with a tree,a tree and a garage which was placed close to the tree, and I, being a master climber since birth, scaled the tree with ease. But that wasn't enough for me no I wanted to climb the garage.So i went across the tree to the branche nearest the garage ,and climbed on top of the garage,the lovely,brick garage.my friends dad came out and saw me on top of the garage simply chilling and as you can probably predict he asked me to get down so instead of doing the rational thing and using the tree to et down.. I jumped of the garage onto the stone floor.I didn't go to their house for a while after that

I have another garage related story,This was in 2017 I was nine surely I was smateer by then and learned my lesson Right……Right? Me and my siblings were playing marco polo out the front of our house (never a good sign) And it was my turn to be blindfolded and find my siblings.I decided to run straight forward and hit the brick wall between two garages , I fractured my nose, chipped my front tooth and had to go to hospital.oops.

Now they say save the best for last and boy did i. It was 2020(oh god ) and we were celebrating my mom's birthday and all was going smoothly, well until i decided to leave our living room by jumping out the room from the sofa.it didn't go as planned.yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i jumped off the sofa hi my head on the top of the door landed on my arm and spent 5 hours in hospital on my mums birthday.

That's all we have time for today However here are some honorable mentions 

.The time i used my scooter on a tall thin brick wall (someone really ought to take that thing of me honestly)

.All the times I hit my head on bins 

.And that time this year I literally without thinking put the hairdryer on my face after I used It and burnt stripes into my face 

Well thats the list of the most dangerous things ive done, of course ive done more dumb things but this paper has gone on long enough and I have school in the morning so bye I guess.

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MY LIFE IS RUINED

[otome-corner-cafe]

Lucas: So here's the trouble I'm having with my job right now. I'm told to "make a living." But I'm a serial killer! So all I know is how to "make a killing"! Scien: Booo! That joke sucked! Lucas: NO ONE ASKED YOU!

[iwatcheditbegin]

I really do love that time when Taylor did her own hair and makeup. And just special S/O to the kitchen scissor bangs.

Truly a woman of the people

[athenaschild5]

i just saw a tik tok that said that folklore and evermore are for the mentally ill girlies (gn) but evermore is for those who have gone to therapy

and as a massive folklore fan i can say that it was right

[sexysilverstrider]

this game is a game that just keeps giving

[noirleo]

raph sometimes works out to reputation by taylor swift but he would literally rather die than let his brothers know

[grilledkatniss]

I haven't listened to folkmore in like over half a year..

I guess I just don't have enough serotonin and mental and emotional stability in stock to withstand some of those heart and lungs slashing songs like peace, hoax, epiphany, this is me trying, mirrorball, Marjorie, tolerate it, happiness, evermore, it's time to go just to say a fucken few, and come out the other side whole and not trip and fall right into another depressive pit

But that's just me.

[wasuniquewas]

thinking about the complex and ever-shifting power dynamic between jean and neil throughout the series. jean throws all of neil’s past names at him as part of a wider blackmailing plot threatening to expose neil to his murderous father. neil casually informs jean he’s negotiated with the mafia on his behalf and made it so jean has to give up 80% of his earnings for the rest of his life. jean watches out for neil while at evermore despite the high personal risk that this poses. neil altruistically orders a hit on jean’s abuser, paying a significant sum of money for this. and of course we mustn’t forget jean referring to neil as an abominable cockroach to his face. truly a fantastic relationship. who’s doing it like them

[evermore-fashion]

Evermore-Fashion: Women of Marvel

Dr. Susan "Sue" Richards (née Storm), a.k.a the Invisible Woman, is an American super-powered adventurer. She was a college student before she was exposed to high levels of cosmic radiation when boyfriend and scientist, Dr. Reed Richards, took her with her younger brother, Johnny Storm and pilot Ben Grimm, into space in the stolen rocket Marvel-1. The radiation mutated her and her friends, turning her invisible and allowing her to create forcefields. Together they became the Fantastic Four, a team of adventurers who explored space, time, and alternate dimensions and saved the world along the way from science-based threats. (Zuhair Murad Fall 2022 Haute Couture Collection)

[faerievampling]

His Pleasure

Summary: Ever since the defeat of the Netherbrain, Astarion and Tav work to help Astarion find his own pleasure in the bedroom.

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x Female Tav

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+. Explicit. Oral Sex. Cunnilingus. Blow Job. Hand job. Vaginal Fingering. Anal Fingering. Astarion being freaky because I said so.

Link to AO3!

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“I certainly know how to use it, I just don’t know exactly what I want to do with it…” Astarion says as his ruby eyes sweep over you; he’s sat back on his heels, cock in hand, trying to make a rather difficult choice. You watch the muscles and veins in his hands flex as he squeezes his shaft; you know he wants this just as much as you.

The two of you hadn’t gotten this far before, not since the night he brought you to his grave. Astarion had been empowered then, but just as they say of soldiers in war, they are rarely traumatized during the battle. It is only after, when the soldiers are finally safe, that they feel the lingering horrors that reside only inside their minds, despite how real the danger still feels.

Astarion had made so much progress since then. He had found his safety in himself and you.

You see the pre-cum pooling at the tip of Astarion’s cock; he brings his hand around his tip, using his juices to lubricate himself, stroking his length as he makes his decision.

You lie on your back, your legs spread as Astarion sat between them. You had propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at Astarion pleasuring himself.

Your poor lover really didn’t know where to start. But his presence was evermore, and that was the most important thing. But you were interested in the choices he’d make seeking his own pleasure.

“Might I ask you a question? A mere thought experiment, of course.” You ask, your voice thick with desire.

Astarion perks up, his eyes bright as his free hand pushes his hair back before finding your leg. The elf is idly stroking himself as he gently massages your thigh, eyes sweeping over you with a deep seated hunger before he meets your gaze.

“Anything for you, darling,” Astarion is looking a bit feral, by this point, his lust beginning to going to his pretty head.

“What were the first things you liked about me? About my-ah, sex appeal?” You look at him through your lashes.

Astarion ponders your question for just a moment before his face shifts into something carnal and determined: you realize he’s just decided what to do with the naked woman in front of him.

“Bring your knees up to your chest,” He says, his voice low and commanding. You immediately do so, exposing your slick mound to him.

Astarion brings his hand to your folds, his finger and thumb parting your layers. The moan that comes from his mouth is guttural, animalistic, and you don’t think you’ve ever even heard this sound from your lover before.

You feel as Astarion’s fingers press into you, gently pinching the top of your mound, right where your swollen clitoris throbs for contact.

With your sex figuratively and literally in his hands, Astarion looks up to you, pupils blown wide with lust before he releases you, bringing his head between your thighs and wasting no time placing his lips on your swollen cunt.

The sensation of his lips on your flesh makes you shudder, only further igniting the raging storm between your legs.

His tongue carefully laps at your folds as he sucks your throbbing bundle into his mouth, his lips delicately circling you. His kisses are sloppy, uncontrolled, and you know he’s enjoying himself by the little whimpers that escape Astarion’s mouth as he drinks you in.

“Oh…” You moan just before Astarion’s motions cease. Breaking your kiss, Astarion brings himself back upright, a string of juices trailing from his pretty lips as you admire the slick on his face.

You’re about to ask if everything is alright when Astarion swiftly brings two fingers to your entrance, his fingers grazing your slit to capture your musky, honeyed essence before plunging them into you.

Already wet and ready, you accept him with no resistance, and Astarion reaches into your depths sooner than you anticipated, earning a shocked gasp from you as he’s already found your g-spot: that spongey, sensitive area that makes you sing when he touches it.

Your thighs twitch at the pressure, at the pleasure, and you’re already desperate to come for him.

Astarion hasn’t stopped smiling; you smile back at him just before he removes himself from you, bringing his two fingers between his lips to taste your depths.

Watching Astarion suck on his fingers, slick with your juices, ignites something deep and carnal inside you, threatening to tear your chest apart with something that could only be felt in a heated entanglement with a trusted, doting lover.

“Gods…” He says as he quickens his stroking, eyes sweeping over you again. “I don’t even know which part of you…” he trails off, bringing his forehead to your pelvis as he nestles his nose above your sex, drinking in the scent of you as he loses himself to his own stroking.

Astarion plants another kiss, with only a little bit of tongue, on your swollen clitoris before bringing himself upright, moving from between your legs to your side, his hands already on you, urging you into the position he wants.

“All of you is an option, I presume?” Astarion says as he gets you on your knees, a hand in your hair as he draws your head to face his member, large and throbbing in his hand as he brings the tip of it to your lips.

You realize Astarion hadn’t ignored your question earlier: you had simply introduced him to another conundrum of having to decide on his favorite part of you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him tenderly before you bring his swollen tip between your teeth, biting down gently before suctioning your lips around him, closing your eyes as you work to please your handsome lover.

“Mhm,” You moan, meaning to say yes, but your mouth is a little full. You only think you know what he means by this before you feel Astarion’s other hand reach around to your backside, a finger finding your tight, ringed entrance.

He presses on it, causing you to gasp on his cock, making him chuckle as he brushes his fingers through your hair. You look up, only to find Astarion looking at you as if you were some angelic being.

It was almost funny, the reverence in his eyes, because you knew how much of a mess you looked: cock in your mouth, salivating and dripping cunt with no release in sight, your hips tilted so that your lover could more easily insert the tip of his finger into your desperate ass, your muscle clenching around him as he plunged himself deeper into your entrance.

But it was real.

Masterlist

[versadies]

EPILOGUE || FOREVERMORE

SYNOPSIS (of chapter). in which it's been three months since your trip to mondstadt.

SYNOPSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up becoming more than just a blooming friend to you (or not).

CHARACTERS. diluc ragnvindr, kamisato ayato, and thoma (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/slight-angst, grammar errors (?), cheesy scenes, second-hand embarrassment (?), possible errors in general.

WORD COUNT. 3.5k words

LINKS. EVERMORE MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ EVERMORE SURVEY

POST-SCRIPT. the end is finally here!! hopefully the ending is satisfying and fulfilling, i've done all i can to make sure it brings the entire series together and give reader the happiness they deserve. if you wish to know fun facts about the series, stay until the end!!

PREVIOUS

3 MONTHS LATER AFTER THE WEDDING.

DECEMBER 11, 2022

It’s been a while since you’ve last visited Mondstadt. 

You find yourself sitting on a bar stool with your drink in hand, wearing a formal outfit suited for an occasion that can happen to someone for once-in-a-lifetime: a wedding. 

True to both you and Diluc’s words, you kept in touch with one another as you two remained friends after your departure from Mondstadt. Though you’re both busy from your work schedules, the two of you make the most of your conversations through sending pictures of food, places, and even your friends – your particular favorite being a picture of his pet bird, Vanessa – in your messages. 

It’s safe to say things are well, and you’re more than happy with the couple’s wedding despite your heartbreak before. 

You mindlessly look around the reception venue with a smile on your face, paying no mind to the conversations between loud guests who are either talking about 1) the newly wedded couple, or 2) the recent buzz of the continent regarding a certain corrupted CEO.

Two months after the wedding of Ayato and Chisato, Shinsuke was suddenly arrested thanks to the newly-wedded couple, who exposed him with numerous charges that shocked the entire public and media.

“Did you hear? Hiiragi Shinsuke has been arrested for his crimes!”

“I know! It’s shocking to hear that it took him this long to be behind bars, and to think that it’s all thanks to his daughter and her husband...” 

“Didn’t they work with that young detective that’s been the buzz of Inazuma’s police force? What’s that detective’s name again?”

“I believe it’s Shikanoin. Apparently he’s been investigating Hiiragi for a long time now!” 

You muted out people’s chattering about Shinsuke, taking a sip of your drink. You’re honestly just glad that he’s finally behind bars now, and you won’t have to worry about him for a long, long tim–

“( Name )! How are you?” You flinch when you hear a particular voice that you haven’t heard for a few months now. When you turn around, you spot Venti coming towards you happily with a skip of his steps.

“Venti!” You greeted him happily, putting your glass down before standing up to come towards him, spreading your arms for a friendly hug. “I’ve been well, thank you. How about you? It’s been a while!” 

Venti giggles, wrapping his arms around you for a warm friendly hug. “I’m doing well, especially with free drinks and free food around!” He cheers. His flushed cheeks and drowsy look is enough for you to know that he’s as drunk as can be. Classic Venti…

“I can tell.” You respond with a laugh, before helping him sit on one of the bar stools that’s next to yours on the left. “You should take a break from all that drinking, your hangover will be the death of you tomorrow.” 

“You’re right.. I should be ready for later..!” Venti hiccups. “How’s Zhongli, by the way? Did he go with you as your plus one again?” 

You shake your head in response. “He’s okay, but no, he’s not with me for this trip.” You replied. “I didn’t bring anyone with me since it wasn’t mentioned in the wedding card.”

“Well then, I guess you’re stuck with me!” He giggles, before ordering the bartender another glass once again, much to both your dismay and the bartender’s. 

As Venti indulges himself with the free drinks while sharing interesting things about Mondstadt, you couldn’t help but glance at the direction of where Diluc and Jean are, who are both chatting quietly to one another as they eat their meals at their table.

It didn’t take long before Diluc felt your stare, and noticed your presence. 

You couldn’t help but smile at him with a wave, to which he responds with an acknowledged nod, slightly smiling towards you before his attention is taken by another guest who came to congratulate the newly-wedded couple.

Your attention is eventually taken as well by another person, who suddenly seated himself right next to you on your right. 

“Thoma!” You gasp in surprise, not expecting to see the blonde-haired man.

Thoma flashes you a smile as he chuckles. “Hello to you too as well, ( Name ). Guess you didn’t expect me to be here, huh?” 

“Of course not, you gave me a heart attack! I didn’t know you were invited!” You exclaim with a smile. You couldn’t help but take note of how neat he looks, wearing a tuxedo with his hair fixed instead of his usual messy hairdo that you’ve grown used to. 

“I didn’t think I’d be invited either until Ayato persuaded me to come to the wedding on his behalf. I’m sure you know how busy Inazuma has been since the… arrest.” He explains, scratching the back of his head with a cheeky grin. 

You nod in understanding, your smile becoming a little strained at the mention of the arrest of Shinsuke. “I’m very aware. Almost everyone’s talking about it here, surprisingly.” 

The blonde man takes note of your strained smile, and he decides to quickly change topics in a jiffy. “How’s your trip here? Did you bring anyone with you?” He asks curiously. 

You lean on the bar counter, though your drink (as well as Venti, who’s still busy with his drinks) is left forgotten. “My trip’s been amazing. I didn’t bring anyone with me though. How about you?” 

Thoma shrugs. “I didn’t bring anyone either. Though if I could, I would’ve brought Taroumaru.” 

“Aw, I miss Taroumaru!” You cooed. You immediately thought about Inazuma once again, becoming more homesick than you thought you’d be. “How’s the little guy? I heard he’s been the talk of the town. He’s getting really famous on the Internet, isn’t he?” 

Thoma chuckles in response, his cheeks turning slightly red. “Yeah.. I honestly didn’t think he’d get famous. There was an idol who came to visit the café and took a picture of him, which was how he got everyone’s love.” 

You nodded slowly, still smiling. “So I suppose business is booming then? I’m sure a lot of people must be wanting to meet Taroumaru.” 

“Oh if only you see how busy it’s been. If it weren’t for the staff my mom and I hired, I wouldn’t be able to come to the wedding in the first place!” He comments.

As you continue to listen to Thoma talking about people in Inazuma, you couldn’t help but miss Inazuma even more. You honestly couldn’t wait to come back. 

“How about you? How’s Liyue been lately after your trip?” Your friend suddenly asks, causing you to wake up from your thoughts. 

You cleared your throat. “Oh, same as always. Though,” You straighten your posture, clearing your throat, “I’ve thought about coming back to Inazuma after what happened.” 

Thoma was taken back by surprise from your words, his eyes brightened. “R-Really?” 

You hummed, your smile growing from his excitement. “Really.” 

The man before you didn’t know what to say, stunned from such good news. “This..." He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, obviously ecstatic from the news as his eyes brightens instantly. "This is amazing news! You have to let me know when your flight is then. I can pick you up from the airport and we can go wherever you want and–”

“Woah, woah, slow down!” You couldn’t help but laugh as well, finding his excitement infectious and amusing. “I haven’t even booked anything yet, let alone ask for a transfer in my job.”  

“O-Oh!” His cheeks turn red instantly in embarrassment. “R-Right.. My bad, I-I was getting too excited.” He stammers, clearing his throat as he fixes his suit tie. “When do you think you’ll come back?” 

You shrug in response. “I’m thinking of.. Maybe after New Year’s Day. It’ll take a while since well.. It’s hard to move to another country, you know?”

He nodded quickly. “Ah yes, of course. I totally understand! You should take your time.” He says in agreement. “Just… Let me know when you’re coming back. I missed you, you know?” 

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warming up from his words. Thoma was never the type to confess something so affectionate, but perhaps the drinks are getting the best of both of you…

The blonde man was quick to realize what he said though, as he instantly stiffens and starts stumbling on his words. “I-I mean, I-I’m not the only one who misses you– since everyone misses you, i-including me..!” 

“Y-Yeah, I get it. E-Especially since it’s been a long time since I’ve left Inazuma.” You stumbled as well, your cheeks warming even more from the awkward situation that the both of you brought yourself into. “I-If anything, I missed you guys too..!” 

Yeah, the drinks are definitely getting the best of both of you. 

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh once again from the embarrassment, causing the tense and awkward atmosphere to dissipate. 

“Well that was awkward.” He commented, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“No doubt.” You responded, still laughing as you held your stomach. 

As the both of you try to catch your breaths after laughing, Thoma decides to get himself a drink as well as another one for you. “Let’s drink to celebrate your upcoming return then. On me, of course.” 

You snorted. “Thoma, the drinks are free. We’re in a wedding, remember?” 

He blushes once again. “A-Ah.. Right.” 

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As you walk out of the elevator, you head towards your hotel room with Thoma in tow. 

Long after the wedding finally ended, you decided to take your leave and hit the bed to sleep for the night, wanting nothing more than to lie down on the comfortable sheets of the bed as you snore away. 

To your surprise, Thoma decides to make sure you come back to your room in one piece and escort you back to your room given that the both of you are a little intoxicated.

“You know, you don’t have to come with me. I can go back to the room on my own.” You said reassuringly, noticing how close your hotel room is getting.

“We’re here anyway, so you’re stuck with me now.” He comments, insisting even more as he walks by your side. “Besides, I’m actually staying in the same hotel as you. Though, I’m three floors above.” 

You relax instantly from his words, no longer finding the energy to say otherwise. “Oh, that’s good then.” You stumble around and try to find your keycard, pulling it out from your pocket as the two of you arrive to your room.

“Thanks again, Thoma. I’m glad you had kept me company at the wedding– and for helping me taking care of Venti.” You chuckled, letting your door scan your keycard. 

He smiles, nodding in acknowledgement. “Of course. It’s the least I can do since you’ve given me a good time at the wedding.” 

You smiled in response, and turned around to enter your room that's now opened, but before you could enter, he stopped you for a moment. 

“Wait.” 

“Hm?” You turn to look at him in confusion and in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” 

He shakes his head. “N-No, of course not. It’s just…”

The two of you fell awkwardly silent. 

“...I won’t be here tomorrow, so you won’t see me until you return to Inazuma.” He confesses. “So… If you ever decide on whether you’d visit, move in, or whatever, I’m one call away. Just let me know when you come and visit.” So I can be the first to greet you.

You smiled cheekily. “So you really did miss me, huh?”

He blushes once again. “Can you blame me..?” There’s no one I love but you. 

You then pat his shoulder. “...I’ll call you as soon as I get the date. Just promise me you’ll be by the airport with some cardboard that has my name.” You teased. 

He nodded eagerly. “I’ll make sure it’ll have ‘Welcome back from the Asylum’ on it.” He says, teasing you back. 

“Oh I’d like to see you try!” You laugh, lightly slapping his shoulder as he grins.

“...See you next time, ( Name ).” 

“See you next time, Thoma.” 

You took a few steps to your room and finally closed the door, the last face you saw was Thoma’s flushed face. 

As soon as he’s alone in the quiet hallways of the hotel floor, he lets out a sigh. 

This time.. This time I’ll shoot my shot.

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“What are you thinking about, Thoma?” 

The blonde-haired man blinks a few times as he finds himself back in the familiar surroundings of Komore Cafe. 

“Ah, sorry.. I-I was just thinking about something.” Thoma says with a cheeky grin, looking at your direction as you sit by the stools that’s by the counter. “How long have you been watching me?” He asks. 

You smiled cheekily. “Long enough for me to be reminded of how handsome you look.” You responded teasingly with a chuckle.

“Oh really? Am I really that dashing?” He asks, jokingly posing like a model as it causes you to laugh. 

“Very much, but not as much as my guy Taroumaru here.” You pet the Shiba Inu, who makes a “woof!” noise as he happily encourages your affection. 

Thoma dramatically puts a hand on his chest. “You wound me. I’d never thought my own spouse would choose Taroumaru over me! Where is the loyalty?” 

The two of you broke into laughter, amused by each other’s antics.

It’s been almost two years since the time when you two visited Diluc and Jean’s wedding. True to your word, you return to Inazuma a few months after your trip to Mondstadt, officially residing in your homeland instead of Liyue. Thoma has been with you since you returned, and he has been nothing but helpful to you as the two of you make up for the lost time.

It took a while before you eventually started gaining feelings for him, which then eventually led to the two of you in a committed and happy relationship for the past three months. It’s safe to say that you’ve never been happier than ever, and you’re grateful for someone like Thoma to be by your side for so long. 

And he’s grateful that his dream finally came true, happy that he has the honor of being yours, and you being his. He couldn’t imagine anything better than what he has now. 

Unfortunately, the sweet moment between you both ended abruptly when your watch started ringing, reminding you of the time. 

“Ah shoot, I gotta go. Miko’s going to kill me if I end up late.” You said, grabbing your bag and drink before kissing Thoma’s cheek and pet Taroumaru one last time. “Thanks for the drink, by the way.” 

“Anything for you. Stay safe!” Your boyfriend tells you, watching as you run out of the cafe like the wind, leaving him alone with Taroumaru.

As soon as you’re gone, he lets out a dreamy sigh. 

“Come, Taroumaru, it’s time to work.” He spoke to the Shiba Inu, petting his head before heading towards the sign of his café to flip it. 

There’s nothing more to life than spending the rest of his days with you, and he’s more than content with the life he has with you.

It’s safe to say that the same goes with you. 

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DAN'S NOTE.

Thank you guys so much for reading Evermore! I honestly have never thought I’d finished this from the very start, and yet here I am, and it’s all thanks to all of you who have spread your love and opinions on this series.

It was truly an honor to write this piece. It really makes me happy to see a lot of you guys commenting on each chapter, sending asks about how much you love Evermore and spit on Ayato as well as Shinsuke, and overall just you guys being interested in something I put my heart and soul to! 

As someone who never once experienced having a lover nor went through a breakup, it’s quite tough for me to write about it in this series since I want the experiences to feel somewhat real, or better yet, not too cliche than it already is. 

Of course, I also want this series to be somewhat a lesson to my dear readers, to those who need to let it all out, to those whose hearts are broken, to those who just need an escape from reality once in a while, and overall to everyone. I hope that whatever you guys are going through, you will get through it! If you can go through a breakup and deal with Shinsuke’s existence in this fic, then you can surely go through anything!

Since I’ve already expressed what I need to express in the previous chapter, I decided to drop some fun facts and trivia here!

This series was made out of spite because of how I lost the 50/50 to Keqing in Ayato’s first released banner on my first 10 pulls and wanted to make him suffer. Fortunately enough, writing this series seems enough to make him come home 80 pulls later b4 his banner ended! 

I also wanted to write a story that’s based on my number one favorite Taylor Swift song from one of my favorite albums of hers: right where you left me! This song is one of the most relatable songs I’ve ever listened to ever since I first heard it in 2021, and it’s been stuck with me to this day as of 2024 (can you believe it? It’s been almost 4 years!) 

And fun fact, I found out that the evermore album was released on my birthday (December 11), so it feels right that I made the series inspired by the album <3 !

The following are some fun facts from my drafts:

Diluc's arranged spouse was supposed to be Donna, but I unfortunately didn’t make that happen since the way Donna would treat the situation wouldn’t be the same way as what Jean would do. 

Thoma wasn’t actually supposed to be a male lead until I started planning for the no body no crime part. I don’t know what made me assign Thoma as the second male lead, but when I did, I didn’t like how my series will be another “second male lead who has no chance with the main lead” so I made him the person the reader actually ends up with in the epilogue soon after!

– below are things that i’ve scraped from this series ! –

Before I started planning each chapter, Diluc was originally supposed to be the reader's plus one. The plot involves how the reader asks Diluc, reader’s friend since college, to be their plus one since he lives in Mondstadt and he reluctantly agrees, and throughout the wedding trip, they slowly fall in love with each other. 

It was such a good plot too if you saw the details I wrote for it ! But I scrapped it off because the plot would’ve been really long, and I want the series to focus on the story of reader finally and properly moving on from their breakup with their first love, Ayato. I’m aware that I could’ve followed this plot while reader moves on with Ayato, but again, I feel like it just wasn't it for me. though who knows, i might make a one-shot fic of it ;)

Another fun fact is there was supposed to be a second part series after Evermore that’s called Folklore and it ends with you dating Kaeya. 

in this series, you first meet Kaeya during Diluc’s wedding and spend time with him. Sure enough, you hate that guy, but you had no choice but to spend time with him throughout your stay in Mondstadt since he’s such a great tour guide. 

You were glad that you’re finally back to Liyue and not be able to see that playboy anymore, so consider yourself shocked when you waltzed into your office and saw him. 

Turns out, the reason why he’s always spending time with you in Mondstadt is not because of how he wants to guide you around mondstadt, but because he wants to get to know the person he’ll be working with in Liyue! 

So yes, this is somewhat an enemies to lovers + office romance story, and unlike Diluc and Ayato, this guy has no chance in getting into arranged marriages and immediately shoots his shot with you ;> !

Extra note: Dainsleif was supposed to be in folklore series as the second male lead hehe 

I was really looking forward to writing this series until chapter thirteen happened. If I have to be real honest, I was disappointed with myself for what happened, and I was afraid that you guys will be even more disappointed with me if i make another series, so i immediately scrapped it off :(( 

But to clarify more, even if chapter thirteen went well, I would’ve still scrapped it off since – as you know, I have a health issue that caused my big hiatus – and I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish the second series at all, let alone start it.

Instead of that, I decided to just make it into one of the epilogues of what could’ve been! Feel free to check the folklore epilogue once it’s out! 

I think I can reveal more information with the Q&A from my evermore survey, so while I’m compiling your questions, feel free to ask more right away! 

That's all for this series. Once again, thank you so so so much for giving me the pleasure of writing this fic. I might not make a series soon, but if I ever have the luxury of time, I hope you guys will be there to read it.

Thank you!

Sincerely, your penpal, Dan xoxo

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[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Potions

Moon Pool Water is sea water that's magically charged by the power of a full moon and can only be found in Moon Pools. Once charged the water glows bright blue making it attractive to the eye even at first glance. The moon pool and its waters were once protected by mermaids and sea witches as its magical properties were used to heal their wounds and ailments. The power of the water is so potent that no more than two drops on an open wound will instantly heal it. On other magical beings though, the healing affects are less potent but nonetheless still highly affective for those in need of a quick fix. It's believed that moon pool water combined with a drop of mermaid's blood will grant any mortal the ability to swim underwater and manoeuvre against the strongest of currents with ease, but only for 12 hours. On a magical being, it can advance their own magical powers, and the more blood you add, the longer the affects will last. However if moon pool water is left exposed to daylight for more than 24 hours, the affects can be catastrophic on any being who absorbs it.

[lunarmoves]

for evermore

summary: you laugh—loud and carefree—and they have never wished so desperately before to be human. if only to love you for the rest of their life.

pairing: DCA sun/moon/eclipse x reader

mentions: gender neutral reader, possessive (obsessive) behavior, ruminations of a robot, dark thoughts ahead tbh (human mortality, fragility, death), oblivious reader if u squint, non-sexual intimacy, forehead kisses, mentions of blood and gore, moon is glitch'd, sun too tbh but its more subtle, sun's pov is like. sm lighter and then moon's is right out of an mcr song, unreliable narrator

a/n: this fic is inspired by @bamsara's iconic solar lunacy. sun&moon in this are very much deeply, irrevocably in love with u, but! when taken from the reader's pov, u can interpret that as you like! hope yall enjoy my silly little 4 am thoughts LMAO hope they make sense

word count: 2k

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One of the kids has a bit of a crush on you. 

It’s cute, really. Sun watches the way little Riley holds out a drawing to you—two stick figures holding hands together in a field of flowers colored lavender and cerulean. It’s clear that it’s supposed to be you and Riley, both of you happy as can be. You smile as you take the drawing, admiring the care Riley put into every stroke of their crayons. 

“It’s us!” Riley says proudly, tiny fingers gripping onto your arm that holds the paper. Bright eyes look up eagerly at you for your reaction. “Do you like it?” 

“I love it!” you reply with all the care and adoration you can muster into your voice. Your free hand reaches over to smooth down the hair on Riley’s head. “Oh, you’re so talented! Look how cute we are!” 

Riley beams, bright and happy, and Sun thinks it’s so wonderful that you’re able to get along well with the kids. He twirls a crayon around in his hand, idly spinning it across metal joints and silicon, then returns to doodling across the paper in front of him. Long limbs have pretzeled their way into sitting at one of the kid’s tables not too far from your own. 

“When I grow up,” Riley continues in a steadfast voice, “I’m gonna marry you. And we’ll get a biiiiig house with lotsa puppies! And kitties!” 

“Lotsa puppies and kitties, huh?” you ask as you set the drawing down on the table and pull Riley closer so you can set them on your lap. You pinch at their chubby little cheek. “You ready for that much responsibility, squirt?” 

Riley nods. Sun rests his chin on his palm, propped up on one of his legs. The hand holding his crayon continues to doodle. “Yeah! We’re gonna feed ‘em, and we’re gonna walk ‘em, and dress ‘em up!” 

You hum out a response, but by then Sun is lost in his thoughts. It’s cute, he tells himself again, gaze not really seeing what’s before him as he glances at you and Riley. Humans and their little dreams. Their bonds and their emotions. The freedom they hold within their grasps. Silly, silly humans. Silly, silly, silly.

Sun looks down at his drawing. You and him, standing in front of a little house. Free as can be to live under a bright blue sky with puffy, cotton-candy clouds. He wonders what that is like. To live with someone so closely. Being there when they wake up and when they fall asleep. Seeing them at their highs and their lows. He wonders if that is even feasible, for someone like him. The freedom he dreams about rests just beyond the tips of his artificial fingers. He tilts his head to the side and releases the tight grip he has on his crayon. 

Silly robot, he thinks to himself.

Then, he folds up the drawing and stuffs it into his pocket. 

The pizzaplex, above all else, is a cold place. 

Sun knows its lights are too bright and its colors too jarring at times. It’s something he has grown used to—the only thing he has ever known, really. He is not exposed to much, with how limited his boundaries are and how restrictive the access he has to the internet is. You give him new things to ponder about. You blow away the coldness like it’s nothing. And he thinks the warmth you bring along with you is something he has perhaps always craved, deep inside. Him, modeled after the sun. Ironic, he thinks. 

You play around with the children as he tends to a checkout by the door. It’s quick work, it usually is, and he gives his regular old smile to the parents who pick up their kids and press kisses to their scrunched up little faces in greeting. 

What a concept—kissing, that is. An action done by humans to express some of their pesky little emotions. He waves away the parents and closes the door, white gaze falling on you as you laugh while you chase a few kids around. The daycare was what introduced him to all the idiosyncrasies humans have—it is the only form of contact he has with people. And it is the only way he really learns about certain things he wouldn’t have known about otherwise. 

He thinks back to Riley. He thinks about the rings he sees on humans’ fingers and the terms of endearment they call each other. He watches you spin around and lunge after another giggling kid who squeals and barely evades your grasp. You laugh—loud and carefree—then make eye contact with him for a split second. And Sun feels something strange in his chassis. Something that lights his insides on fire and makes his wires buzz in fervor. Maybe this is the warmth he’s meant to hold—that he is meant to be. His rays do a little spin. 

Then Sun does what he does best. He swoops in, snatching you up from the ground and yelling out something-or-other about kidnapping you for his very evil, very nefarious plans. All in a day’s work, at the daycare. You smile up at him—so small, so tiny in his hold—and he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing it again and again and again. 

Moon thinks about the stars often. 

He wonders what they look like, if they match the designs that dot his hat and pants. He thinks about you, standing under the night sky. Do you like the stars you see? Do you come to the daycare and compare the artificial ones plastered to the ceiling to the ones you experience every night? Moon doesn’t know if it is enough—if it will ever be enough.

He glides around the daycare on his cable, keeping a watchful eye on the slumbering kids below. You had been subjected to Riley’s grabby hands as they refused to go down without you by their side. So now you lay next to them, idly stroking their hair as they suckle on their thumb and snooze close to your chest. 

Trapped now, he’d told you when he saw Riley latched onto your leg earlier. Bedtime for you. And you simply gave him a defeated smile and caved to the whims of the child. 

Moon ponders about what that must be like—laying so close to another. Would you be as comfortable with him—with his body made of unyielding metal? Would you let him soothe you to sleep with the music box in his chest chiming out a gentle song that would waft through the air? Or maybe you would prefer another human. Hmm, another.

He remembers the kiss you had pressed to Riley’s forehead at their insistence and his fingers reach up to rub thoughtfully at his own. Pesky little emotions. His red gaze always finds itself trailing back to you, lingering on your form through the rest of naptime. And when the lights flick back on, he thinks that his time with you is always too short for him to bear. 

It’s the middle of the night, long after you’ve gone home, and Moon stands in front of an arcade machine that’s turned off. He stares at his reflection in the dark screen, fuzzy red eyes lighting the space up in a hellish glow. One of his hands passes across his mouth smoothly—the sharp teeth that make up his grin. And he thinks back to the parents kissing their children on the cheeks. He thinks about all the ‘sweetheart’s, and the ‘baby’s, and the ‘love’s. He thinks about you. 

Moon wonders what it would be like to be human. 

To just—feel everything, all the time. To hear his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t have a heart—never will—but he wonders what it would be like to have one. He’d give you his heart without batting an eye, he thinks. Would you do the same for him?

He ruminates on what it would be like to hold your hand. To feel the plushness of your skin against the firmness of his metal. To look and see the difference between the two. Unnatural, he frowns. Disconnected. Two puzzle pieces that don’t fit together—not in the way he would like. He doesn’t belong to you and the thought strikes him hard enough to frazzle his wires. He imagines you with someone better suited that can live with you, grow old with you. Someone that is not him—not like him, broken and robotic as he is. 

And Moon wonders if this is what it feels like to die. To have the wires ripped from his body and turned into dust. Something nasty festers itself in his hardware, sears through him like a vicious piece of malware.

He stares down at his hands, fingers slim and painted blue. And he sees them doused in ruby red. He wonders what it is like to have it running through tiny, tiny veins. So fragile. He wonders what it is like to hold your skin between his fingers and feel it rip into shreds. His grin tightens and he shakes his head minutely. He looks back up at his reflection and a gleam of purple flashes across his pupils before he seizes it and locks it away.

Eclipse stands in the middle of an empty daycare and watches as you enter through the large, castle doors. 

It’s you, you’re here. They missed you so much, you were gone for so long you were gone for so, so long. But you’re here, and you’re safe, and you’re you.

You freeze when you notice them—looking at you with a too wide smile and too sharp teeth. Their head tilts at you and before they can even process their actions, they’ve already taken several long strides up to your form. Because you’re here, with them, so close they can touch you.

You’re looking up at them with an expression they can’t quite decipher. But they know it must be adoration! It has to be, it must be, what else would it be? And they lean down and reach out two of their hands to grasp at your smaller shoulders. They can feel your heart beating through their fingers.

“I love you!” Eclipse chimes out, hunkered down over your smaller figure. Casting you in their deep, deep shadow. And then they curl down to press the gleaming metal of their grin against your forehead. Again and again and again. I love you I love you I love you so much it hurts what are you doing to us don’t you know this hurts? You smile (you’re smiling, right? You have to be!) at them—confused, sincere maybe—your fingers balled into fists. And Eclipse thinks that if they were to dig through their software, through lines and lines of code, they’d find a little version of you there. Infecting them—constantly there with your kindness and your adoration. Their grin twitches, their eyes upturn. “Marry me!”

You say nothing, only look up at them, but that’s okay! That’s okay, it’s okay it’s okay, right? They are bubbling and boiling alive with the fire that runs through their wires. And they have never wished so desperately before to be human. So they can be with you—outside, under the stars, under the sun the real sun—and hold you, and treasure you until the end of time until you both die.

They think about you and them, standing in front of a little house in a field of lavender and cerulean flowers. They think about waking up with you and going to sleep with you. They think about the softness of your skin and the brightness of your smile. The blood in your veins that can so easily spill over their fingers. 

And they know they are not human. They know you will grow old and you will inevitably move on—leaving them for a place they cannot reach. 

But still, they think, they will love you until the end of your life. And until the end of theirs.

[lizardsfromspace]

So does anyone else know that someone bought Evermore Park, like, the park itself but seemingly not the brand bc their content is taking great pains to avoid referring to the park by any name ("this venue", "this place"), and they're embarking on renovations while being vague about what the new park is. I had heard but I just had their Youtube channel recommended to me, and it's...

Their main campaign is "Hatch the Egg", which is some kind of scavenger hunt with a $20,000 prize, but their Youtube channel is? For inexplicable reasons primarily a ghost hunting channel? With psychics and "sensitives" hunting ghosts they detect on the grounds of Evermore Park? Which they call a "historic venue" even though it was built in 2017, in a empty field? They have psychics detecting Dark Energies from the haunted doll, but did they tell them the old CEO bought haunted dolls bc they're haunted. They're pretending it's an ancient site of hauntings.

They've uploaded exactly one video about the renovations, and it's just a guy explaining how abandoned the park looks.

The psychic keeps detecting dark energies in unfinished areas and that's not ghosts that's Ken Bretschneider not paying his contractors. The spirits probably exposed his wires too

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Evermore - Part 5

Summary: It's been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to return is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been in front of you this whole time?

Chapter Summary: Eddie sees a few old faces and starts to realize that maybe his actions have consequences.

Warnings: Angst. Bad feelings. Per usual, Eddie turns to drugs/alcohol to numb/avoid his feelings. AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Masterlist

You and Steve had fallen asleep on the couch. The movie ended and the VCR started to auto rewind the tape, the small noise in the otherwise quiet space roused you awake. You were curled into him, head still resting on his chest, arm wrapped around his torso while his was slung over you, hand resting on your hip.

He was leaning back on the couch, mouth slightly ajar from the angle with small snores escaping his sleeping form with his glasses still perched on his nose. He hated the way he looked in them, though you frequently assured him he was still just as devastatingly handsome.   

Looking so peaceful you didn’t want to wake him, but your back was now screaming at you to move from being crouched over in the somewhat awkward position for so long.

“Stevie,” softly speaking his name, shaking him slightly where your hand rested on his stomach. He shifted a bit more toward you gripping your side, pulling you closer to him with a small “hmph” escaping his now slightly parted lips.

“Stevie, wake up. We fell asleep.” You spoke a little more loudly this time. Your voice stirred him awake, only then releasing the death grip he held you in.

Finally able to stretch your achy muscles, moving away from him as he sat up, taking the glasses from his face rubbing his eyes and face.

“Shit, what time is it?” he spoke, while he brought his wrist up trying to focus. “Shit” he muttered again before you could find the clock to answer him.

“I told Robin I’d pick Maddie up 15 minutes ago,” sighing, putting his glasses back on. “I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to call.”  

You laugh knowing it’s true. Robin is a chronic worrier.

Laying a hand to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as he rose. Stretching, with his shirt riding up exposing the sliver of skin below his navel, his dark hair that your eyes drifted to where you know it trailed further hidden beneath his sweats. You looked away before he noticed where your gaze had landed.

“Hey,” looking up at him then, his warm honey hued eyes caught yours, “you’re welcome to come with. You can stay over mine tonight.”

Reaching up for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze as you spoke, “I’ll be ok for at least one night. I’ve got to take inventory since I’m watching Maddie tomorrow.”

He squeezed back, harder than you had. “If, you’re sure.”

“Course Steve, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” He nods, releasing your hand, albeit a little reluctantly, bending down with a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“See you tomorrow,” he gathers his things and heads out the door but not without sparing another disquieting glance your way, chewing his bottom lip just a bit. He looked like he was about to say something, lips parting slightly but instead shook his head lightly, then smiling before closing the door.

You were alone once with your mind running a thousand miles a minute. You were spiraling and this isn’t what you wanted to happen. For the last few hours, Steve served as a nice distraction. You could imagine that Eddie had never shown back up and all was right with the world. You were over him, so why was seeing him today so difficult?

“Nope!” you yelled into the expanse of the empty house. Inventory was going to happen a little earlier than usual.

Eddie had made it an entire 30 minutes in the Hideout parking lot before he was completely bored out of his mind, which by his standards may have been a record for sitting still.

He noticed the coffee shop across the street was open and lively, so he thought he’d grab a cup and stroll around downtown for a bit. Just another couple of hours before he could binge away the day and probably most of the night. He was already planning on leaving tomorrow anyway, why not go out with a bang?

The little coffee shop was named ‘Peaches and Cream’. He supposed it was appropriate, everything else in this God forsaken town reminded him of his failings and regrets.

He walked in as the bell above his head announced his arrival with a small chime. It drew the attention of some of the people sitting around already enjoying their steaming cups. It wasn’t every day they had some metalhead rockstar covered in tattoos and dressed in all black walk into this quiet little shop. His appearance was stark in contrast with the cheery, neutral setting.

“Well, I guess hell finally froze over,” a snarky, all too familiar voice from behind the counter captured his attention.

Snapping his head in that direction, he was met with a fiery red head starring daggers straight through him. Her arms were crossed above the apron that was adorned with the name of the shop. She was older, but still looked the same in many ways and by the sounds of it still had a sharp tongue that could still give Mike Wheeler a run for his money.

“Red.” He stated, sending a small smile her way that she didn’t return.  

“Oh, so you do remember us small town folk.” Cynical attitude on full display, though he thought he rightly deserved it. “What are you doing here? Trying to earn a stalking charge?”

“What the hell is that supposed that mean?” he quipped back, shuffling forward.

“Like you don’t know this is her shop. Get real Munson.” She scoffed and started walking through the double doors that led to the back of the store.

“Wait, Red. She own’s this place?” his voice suddenly felt small. He had made his way up to the counter, and placed both his palms on the cool surface, trying to regain some composure. Wayne’s words coming back to him, “doing real good for herself.”

Max rounded and eyed him wearily.

“You didn’t know?” she questioned, eyebrows scrunching with confusion for a moment before scoffing again, rolling her eyes. “Wow, well, I mean it really doesn’t shock me. Not like you kept in touch with any of your friends. You know when you took off, Peach isn’t the only one you left behind Eddie.”

“Max, just… just cut the shit!” exasperated, he raised his voice, gaining the attention of the patrons around the place once more.

“I just need a black coffee and I’ll get out of your hair. I don’t have the time or patience for this right now.” Time was something he had, patience he very much lacked.

She moved then, grabbing the pot and filling a to-go cup for him, placing it on the counter in front of him, as he pulled out his wallet.

“I should charge you triple,” she mumbled under her breath, as she started to ring up the single coffee.

He pulled out a twenty, laid it on the counter and started to walk away.

“Hey,” Max shouted, looking back up. “I was just kidding”. But he was already out the door.

“Max!” you yelled as you entered the back of the coffee shop.

She poked her head through the doors, “Hey Peach! You’re here early.”

“Yeah, I uh… Didn’t feel like sitting around the house all day.” You joined her up front, probably looking a little disheveled from the nap earlier. You hadn’t taken the time to look in the mirror before leaving, getting dressed and gathering your things as quickly as possible.  

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Munson being back in town, would it?” She eyed you, tilting her head as she crossed her arms, leaning against the back counter.

“Ah, I guess word has gotten around then?”

“I mean yeah, but he also just left about 10 minutes ago. He really looks like shit.” She stated matter-of-factly.

You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, he does look a little worse for wear.” She shrugged as she walked to lock up for the day.

She helped you take inventory like she did most Sundays. You and Max had stayed close even after you graduated, you were like the big sister she never had. After Eddie had left, she moved in with you until you had bought the house. She had stayed in the apartment above the Hideout until she eventually moved in with Lucas.

After your work was done, you drove by the Hideout, seeing a black sedan parked there knowing immediately who it was. Did he really have nothing else to do?  

You headed home, ready to rid yourself of the past, you wanted to forget he had ever come back to darken your doorstep. You have made your own life here. He was now an unwanted intrusion. Dreams once shared together now a distant echo of the past.

Does everyone in this fucking town really want to tear him a new one? He left the coffee shop more irritated than when he left your house. At least he knew exactly what he was getting himself into showing up there. The sudden rush he had felt seeing a familiar face quickly faded, feeling cornered all over again lashing out at Max.

He kept checking his watch, counting down the minutes until the Hideout would finally open and he could stifle some of this misery for at least a little while.

He would wallow in his self-pity today and tomorrow he would be back on his way to L.A. There was no place left in your life for him. What did he really expect? You welcoming him with open arms like nothing had ever happened? He must be more delusional than he thought. You’ve always been stubborn. There was a better chance of Hell freezing over than you ever forgiving him. But was it forgiveness he was really seeking? No, he had wanted more. A second chance to make things right.

When 4 PM rolled around, Eddie shot out of the car, hoping whoever was working had opened on time.

He threw open the door, the scent of cheap alcohol and stale peanuts hit him. Nostalgia at its best. At this point, all he could do is ride the wave, there is nowhere in Hawkins that wouldn’t stir some sort of memory or feelings for him.

It still looked relatively the same. He could tell it had a fresh paint job in recent years though the walls remained the same shade of hunter green they had always been. He noted that there were band posters hung around the place featuring more modern musicians. Maybe ole’ Hank was trying to draw in a younger crowd, growing with the times.

The bar top remained the same warm wood he remembered. I bet if he looked hard enough the initials of yours and his he had carved in the surface would still be there.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” you whispered, as he took out his pocketknife, scratching into the wood with ease.

“Shhhh… just keep a look out for your Uncle.” He whispered back.

You were both a little tipsy that night. Hank had let you stay after hours. The boys had a show earlier, but it was just you and him left. Doors already locked for the night.

“He’s going to kill you when he sees that.” You giggle, knowing Hank wouldn’t really care. You scooted closer to him, feeling the warmth his body pressed close to yours provided. Pink tongue poking out from the side of his mouth, a habit he had when concentrating.

“Done!” he sat back a little, as you peeked over his shoulder. He had carved both your initials with a heart around it. “Just a little something for this town to remember us by when we’re long gone.”

 Your hand reached out tracing the letters as he swung his arm around you pulling you in to kiss your temple.

He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of that imagery. Avoiding that stool knowing exactly where those initials would be, instead opting for the last seat at the end of the bar.

The place was void of any life. He sat down, waiting a few moments before raising his voice a bit, “Hello?”

A younger guy walked from the back room. Eddie thought he looked familiar but couldn’t place him. Probably someone who went to school with him.

“Oh Hi, sorry. Don’t usually get too many folks in here this early.” The younger man smiled warmly.

“Look, I just need you to give me a Jack, with ice. Keep em’ coming and it’ll be worth your while. Kay?” He flashed a few hundreds the young man’s way.

“Whatever you say sir.” He pocketed the money and poured the drink.

The end of the bar gave him a little privacy. It was darker, hidden from the direct eye line of the entrance.

By the time 7 rolled around he was feeling about half as good as he wanted to, it took a lot to get him messed up these days. The bar was a little livelier than when he was younger. Seemed to be more people around his age instead of the older crowd that hung around back when the Corroded Coffin boys were still in school.  

Closer to 9 with blood shot eyes, pupils dilated and speech starting to slur he asked the bartender, Randy, whose name he had finally caught, for another but that’s when the younger man hesitated. He had noticed the way the metalhead started to fade.

“Hey man, think you may have had enough, yeah?”

Eddie shot a pensive look at the man, eyebrow raised. “Didn’t I tell you to keep em’ coming? Huh?”

“You did, but uh… I think my boss would kill me if they knew I were serving you too much.”

“Hank? Nah, I know Hank.” He shot back dismissively with a wave of his hand.

“Hank hasn’t owned this place for a couple of years now. Retired.” Randy stood his ground.

“Well,” Eddie stood then, with a sway, losing his balance but quickly righting himself. “I don’t care who the owner is, I paid you good money to keep the drinks coming.” Feeling a little lightheaded, he sat back down with a thud.

One more drink before him now, nodding and tipping it back.

Not long after, Randy had decided it was time he phoned the local Sherriff before things got out of hand.

Arriving a short time later in a gruff mood, being interrupted from his nice Sunday evening with the family, getting a call that the local celebrity was starting to raise a ruckus in the small bar wasn’t what he had expected.

He slinked up to Eddie and sat on the stool next to him. He never even looked up, eyes trained ahead as if the bar top was the most interesting thing in the world.

Jim wasn’t in uniform, thinking it best to not make it a bigger deal than it may have already been. He would attempt to quietly get them both the hell out of there taking him somewhere to sleep it off until morning.

He waved at Randy, who immediately grabbed him a beer. Sitting it before him with a thump, finally gaining the attention of the other man knocking him out of whatever little world he had been in.

“Hop… Hopper?” he pensively asked. More a statement but came as a question.

“Hey son,” he looked over then, Eddie’s eyes starting to grow heavier. Hopper had been around long enough to tell alcohol didn’t seem to be the only thing in the younger man’s system, but that would need be left for another conversation.

“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen,” he started, drawing a cigarette from the new packet he produced from his pocket, lighting it. “I’m going to finish this beer that Randy here was kind enough to get me, then you and I are going to take a little walk.”

Eddie just nodded. Coherent thoughts drowned out by the music and the haze of the alcohol taking full effect. And that’s what happened, Hopper drank as Eddie sat quietly; head hung until he heard him snivel.

The old juke box in the corner kicked up an old song, yet another reminder of the past. “Mmm yeah! Tonight, I want to give it all to you.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he lowly murmured to himself, shaking his head lightly, catching the other man’s attention.

“You know, this was her favorite song.” A moment of clarity in the haze that hung over his mind.

The song continued to play, “I was made for lovin’ you baby. You were made for lovin’ me.” The universe was truly toying with him.

The vivid picture of you dancing around the little apartment rattled around. You had this song on full blast, using a ladle you had grabbed from the counter, singing along. Your laughter bubbling over once Eddie had joined in on the impromptu concert.

Jim didn’t say anything at first, waiting for Eddie to continue but he didn’t, already lost in that thought. He hung his head back down, hair effectively hiding his face and the tears that were threatening to spill, eyes stinging from the sensation.

“I never meant to hurt her like that… I… I fucked up,” he said lowly.

“You ever tell her that?” Hopper asked, as if it was the most sensical thing.

“I tried.” He nodded. Hopper was a man of few words when it came to matters of the heart. Actions always outweigh words.

The older man then paid for his drink and started to help Eddie from the stool, grabbing under his arm to stabilize him.

“Alright Bud, let’s go.”

Randy started to ask, “Do I need to call…?”

Jim cut him off with a harsh glance and shake of his head, “I’ll take care of it.” Then turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

“Come on kid, let’s get you somewhere you can rest. You’ll feel better in the morning.” Eddie yanked his arm from his grip with so much force he would have assuredly fell to the ground had it not been for the older man catching his jacket.

Jim just dragged him from the bar without so much as another word or glance back. Once they reached the parking lot, Eddie stopped again, feet planted firmly this time.

“Where… where is she? I… I need ta’ talk to her.” He slurred.

“Look, son, now is not the time to start this mopey sad shit. You’re drunk, I’ll call Wayne. He can get you home to sleep this off.”

“No!” he yelled now, “Where’s Peach? I need ta’ tell her. I need ta’ talk to her. Please man.” He was thinking of what he had done that night. Seemingly taking what he needed and then taking his leave. He never meant it, he wished he could take it all back.

Eddie was staring at him with pleading, glazed over eyes. He started to break down, as he was led to the back of the cruiser. The older man took pity on him, even though he knew it was a bad idea. He was able to get him into the back without much more coaxing, accepting his fate.

He made sure the door was secure and went back into the bar to use the phone.

Hesitantly, he dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Hey, it’s Jim. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

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Shakespeare's Sonnets are SO aziracrow coded istg

Okay so last night I was doing a bit of bedtime reading and I picked up my book of Shakespeare sonnets because they are comfy and familiar and omg some of them are so aziracrow coded???

I posted about it on Reddit and @kotias pointed out that almost all of the sonnets are aziracrow coded and she head canons that Shakespeare fell in love with the two of them and his sonnets are about the two of them. And she is so right??? Like the idea of Aziraphale as the fair youth and Crowley as the Dark Lady just fits???

But also I love the idea of the sonnets being things that Aziraphale or Crowley might have written to each other.

The two that really stuck out to me as I was reading are sonnet 36 and sonnet 142. Sonnet 36 is all about how the two lovers need to break up because being together will cause public shame and it is forbidden for them to openly be together. So I really picture that as being something Crowley has written in order that Aziraphale would not be exposed as loving a demon and forced out of Heaven into hell. By the time we get to the modern day Crowley is much more of the mind that they should just run off together, but I think it definitely took her a long time to get to that point and in an earlier era she would have just wanted Aziraphale protected.

Let me confess that we two must be twain Although our undivided loves are one; So shall those blots that do with me remain, Without thy help, by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a separable spite, Which though it alter not love’s sole effect, Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight. I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailèd guilt should do thee shame, Nor thou with public kindness honor me Unless thou take that honor from thy name. But do not so. I love thee in such sort   As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

And then sonnet 142 I just picture it as Aziraphale being like “loving you is a sin and I hate myself for it but I can’t stop” like.... it's giving “you’re unworthy of my love and I don’t care for the company you keep but I love you anyway and your sins make me love you more" and I just ahhhh. It just fits *so well* in my brain.

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving. O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robbed others’ beds’ revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee as thou lov’st those Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows, Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.     If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,     By self-example mayst thou be denied.