#and if hes not actively standing up for us and is proudly saying hes friends with tories then idgaf

[pinkcadillaccas]

People on doctor who twitter are being so annoying talking about how Steven Moffat having conservative friends isn't the gotcha you think it is. Like I don't care about that man but also if you're a member of a group routinely targeted by those crusty fuckers you're allowed to be pissed off with people who happily associate with them we don't need to be playing the 'political beliefs aren't a reason to not be friends with people' card to support Moffat of all people I think we can move past that

[maya1525]

After-School Activities

18+ MDNI

Pairing✩࿐Fem!Reader X Satoru Gojo, Toge Inumaki, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu

WARNINGS✩࿐unprotected group sex in the classroom, Male Teacher x Female Student, overstimulation, teasing, praise, size difference, Fem! Receiving oral, anal, vaginal sex, cream pie, choking, tit-fucking, multiple Fem!Reader orgasms

BONUS✩࿐Reader gets fucked in a skirt

Word count✩࿐7.1K

Summary✩࿐This is part 2 to my jjk series (reading part 1 isn’t necessary, but it is appreciated) The school changed the living situation for the students and they have to live in shared apartments. The reader is living with Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu, and Toge Inumaki. She is being shared among those three as their girlfriend. Satoru Gojo figures out what’s going on between the four students and (for his own selfish desires) decides to give them a lesson on how to please the Fem!Reader.

A/N✩࿐I made a few minor changes to this fic, I hope you like this updated version better. Not sure where my mind went when I wrote this… I hope you enjoy it, I had fun writing from multiple viewpoints.

“How long have you been standing there?” Questioned Megumi as Yuji leaned against the island casually.

“Oh, you know. Like ten minutes. I’m surprised none of you heard me come in. Yuuta was taking too long to grab his running shoes, so I came up to see what the hold-up was. Gotta say I’m impressed.” Yuji smiled, eying all of you with approval. “It was like I was watching a porno in real life!” Megumi let out an irritated groan at his friend's choice of words, while Yuuta face-palmed himself

“Shoot, I completely forgot you were waiting for us! Sorry man kinda got distracted.” Okkotsu flushed as he picked his t-shirt up off the floor. Toge pried you from Megumi’s lap and covered you up more efficiently with the blanket. Not liking the fact that Yuji eyed you with such lust. He pulled you into his arms protectively and led you upstairs to your bedrooms.

“Aww, so is that a ‘no’ then? It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone about your guys’ interesting relationship!” Called out Yuji from the kitchen, you let out a little giggle. To be honest, you never thought of Yuji in that way before. But if you were ever given the chance, would you let Yuji do you? You pushed the thought away as you shakily walked up the stairs, hanging on tight to Toge’s hand. Yuuta followed close behind with his hand on your lower back for support. Toge led you guys to his bedroom and personal bathroom. You’ve showered in his bathroom a couple of times before, typically after sleeping and having sex in his room. The smell of his sandalwood-scented candle always made you feel invited.

Inumaki got the bath ready for you, while Yuuta pulled you into him for a sweet hug, “You did so well taking all three of us for the first time.” You felt his smooth voice through his chest. He pulled away to smile down at you fondly, but then a shocked gasp left his lips. “Inumaki, look what you did to her!”

Toge brought his attention from the bath's temperature towards you, his expression changed to an excited one. He quickly got up and turned you to face the mirror. There on your face, you had his matching cursed speech markings.

This was a side effect of your cursed technique, which allows you to digest any curse user's DNA and mimic their abilities (to a lesser extent). Depending on how much DNA from someone you consume the effects of their techniques will vary.

Toge eyed you proudly and tilted your chin upward to his face. He opened your mouth to look at your tongue. He nodded as a gorgeous smile formed across his features, his viper seal was on your tongue just like his. He pulled you close to his lean porcelain-colored chest and gave you a gentle kiss.

Toge and Yuuta carefully removed the soft blanket from your naked body and led you to the nice warm bath. They took turns washing you as carefully as possible. They treated you as if you were a delicate doll. You felt so relaxed you snoozed off a bit in the bath. You groggily remember Toge carrying you to his bed afterward, and then Yuuta kissed your forehead before he left.

You woke up slightly when you felt Inumaki’s smooth hands run across your skin, as he rubbed lotion on you. Not a single part of your body was missed. His fingers ghosted over your nipples, across your stomach, and dipped down between your sensitive thighs, causing you to shiver.

“Toge, I’m cold. Cuddle me.” Your words melted his heart, he could never say no to you, especially the way your soft voice sounds extra cute when you’re sleepy. He covered you up in his dark gray comforter and pulled you into him. Snaking his arms around your waist, while resting his lips on the back of your neck.

Megumi felt guilty about how marked up your neck was from him, but secretly he couldn’t help but feel a flash of pride knowing he was the one who left them on you. He let you wear his uniform shirt to help hide the hickeys since it had a turtle neck. It was extremely baggy on you because of how petite your figure was. Your school uniform was a black button-down short-sleeve shirt paired skirt that fell midway down your thighs, along with black thigh-high socks. His turtle neck covered your face partially, but when you’d move slightly or speak, Toge’s curse speech marks would become noticeable. During class, you got a few curious glances from the girls, Satoru even flashed Toge and Megumi a proud and knowing smirk.

“And that’s it for our lesson today,” Gojo said clasping his hands together, everyone stood up and began to grab their belongings. You were about to head out of the door when Gojo spoke up once more, “Y/n you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to chat, would you?” You froze right in your tracks; Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta all shared shocked looks for a split second. “Don’t worry boys, she’s not in trouble,” Gojo smiled devilishly at their reaction.

“Uh- yeah, that's fine Sensei.” You said politely.

Once everyone else was gone and the door closed behind your boyfriends Gojo leaned back in his chair as he eyed you through his blindfold. “So, how are things going?” He said nonchalantly with the smirk on his face never faltering.

“Good.” You found yourself fiddling with the waistband of your skirt nervously.

“And your living situation? It looks like those three are treating you well.” His smooth voice rang out.

“Yes, they’re all very nice to me,” You sighed warmly.

Gojo let out a hearty chuckle, “Oh, no need to be so mousy.” He stood up from his chair and placed both of his hands on his desk, leaning towards you in a dominating manner, “Like I said you’re not in trouble... Do you have any idea why I asked to speak to you?”

“No-” You said shortly, but then changed your mind “Well, is it because of my... appearance?”

Satoru snickered once more, “Right on the nose!” He praised, “My first question is-“ He lifted his index finger to represent the number one, but then he hooked the Megumi’s collar at your neck. He pulled down the fabric to expose your neck covered in possessive love bites. Now Toge’s cursed speech marks on your cheeks were visible as well. You gasped in shock.

“Did Megumi leave those on you? Hmm?” You were appalled, he then gently gripped your jaw and tilted your head side to side as he inspected further. His presence was so overwhelming, that you felt too nervous to speak. A familiar feeling in your stomach began to stir up, arousal.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” Gojo cooed with fake pity. “That’s ok, you don’t have to answer me. It’s written all over your pretty face. But please answer this next question; Toge emptied himself in your mouth, didn’t he?” His dirty words caused you to shudder.

You were beyond flustered, “Yes, he did.” You said defeatedly, and Gojo’s smug look increased.

“I’m guessing Yuuta’s involved too?” Satoru hummed as you felt a faint blush creep across your cheeks. You nodded shyly. With his grip still on your jaw he placed his middle and index fingers against your lips - they looked so kissable to him.

“Are you able to use your cursed technique through saliva? I’m curious to see how long it can last through a kiss-“ he cupped your face firmly and brought his hot lips to yours. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth for a split second. You were too shocked to move or believe that this was happening!

Your phone in your skirt went off, someone was calling you! You tried grabbing it but Satoru beat you to it. Your phone screen had said that Yuuta was calling, he slid to answer with his thumb as he kept his fingers on your lips.

“Hello?” He hummed smugly, bringing your phone close to his face and putting it on speaker for you to hear.

“Oh, uh- hey Gojo, I’m guessing that you and Y/n are still talking then?” Yuuta said in a confused tone.

“Yeah, we’re still talking,” Gojo said smoothly, with a wicked smirk. If he wasn’t wearing his blindfold he would’ve winked at you.

“Um, well are you guys almost done? Just wondering, since I’m outside waiting for her.” Yuuta explained.

“We’re just finishing up, don’t worry.” Gojo paused, “Are Megumi and Toge waiting out there as well?”

Yuuta went silent briefly, “Yeah, we are.”

“Perfect! Why don’t you three come back inside? There’s something important I need to teach you guys.”

Gojo had you shirtless in seconds, the younger men were baffled at how effectively he undressed you down to nothing but your school uniform skirt. Your bra was particularly flung off by the flick of his fingers. They watched captivated as the experienced man stripped you. It was as if he was a skilled magician showing off an elaborate trick right before their eyes. He’s clearly done this countless times before.

All of their mouths water for you. The energy in the room shifted immensely. You could feel their longing eyes staring you down as if you were a delectable meal.

You felt so vulnerable sitting on Gojo’s desk with nothing on but your skirt on. He had you bring your feet onto the edge of its hardwood surface, and he gently guided your torso back with his large suave hands. He had you leaning on your elbows. “I’m having her in this position, so you can all see clearly what I’m about to do.” Explained Gojo in a matter-of-fact tone, he had all three of them sit at desks up close to his. “Make sure you pay attention to her reactions and her facial expressions.“

Satoru stood behind you so he was facing his students, he placed both of his warm hands on your shoulders. He massaged them lightly, “no need to be so nervous,” He whispered down into your left ear, “Relax...”

You tried your best to ease your nerves, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious. Gojo’s magical hands made you melt to his touch within seconds. ”Good girl.” He uttered under his breath, his seductive scent filled your senses with how close he had gotten to you.

His hands then slid across your collar bones and then he ghosted them down to your perky breasts. Groping them gently from behind, you held back a quiet moan as he teased your nipples delicately.

“Don’t hide your cute sounds darling, let them hear you enjoy this.” Satoru purred.

He then gave your breasts a rough squeeze causing you to tense up in pain, “Did you guys just see that? She doesn’t like it when I’m rough with her tits, be gentle with them from now on.” He then caressed your breasts again but this time much gentler.

Gojo moved his torso closer to your shoulder as if he were a snake enveloping its prey. He lowered his head down to your collarbone to give it a fluttery kiss, causing ferocious shivers to wake in its place. He grazed his lips up to your hickey-covered neck to place another kiss. “Ahh…” You sighed at the feeling.

“Her neck is extremely sensitive, Megumi you took advantage of that. Good job.” Gojo praised his pupil against the crook of your neck. He tested the waters and licked up your neck slowly, earning another sigh to escape from you. He loved how reactive you were being to his touch. Your cute little moans made a tight feeling swell in his chest (and in his pants), oh he will take his time and savor you for sure.

With his hands still lightly teasing and caressing your bouncy breasts. He brought his lips to your right ear, licking the lobe ever so fluently, causing you to arch your back instinctively. A lazy smirk made itself known on Gojo’s handsome features. No one has ever done that to your ear before and the heat from his breath alone gave you goosebumps. Right before everyone’s eyes, your nipples grew even more pebbled. Satoru delicately kissed your ear making you squirm with bliss. You felt your voice get caught in your throat at this new sensation. The neediness between your thighs increased tremendously. He hasn’t even touched you down there, but you could feel the dampness in your underwear skyrocket. As if the feeling wasn’t exquisite enough Satoru amplified your emotions tenfold by whispering in a voice too soft for anyone else to hear. “I bet you’re a soaking mess right now. You want me to take of that?”

“Okaka.” You heard Toge growl under his breath. You flashed your attention over to see Inumaki sitting at his desk with his arms crossed, his hardened gaze staring directly at his teacher.

“Don’t worry Inumaki, I’m just giving her some words of encouragement.” Gojo sighed lightheartedly. “Words are just as crucial as actions when it comes to the art of… seduction.”

Satoru placed his hot mouth back to your ear once more, initiating you to arch my back without thinking. He then removed one of his hands from your nipples and brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “suck 'em.” He ordered.

You obediently parted your lips slightly, and his long fingers pried their way into your mouth. They immediately went down your throat, your breath remained calm as you gently sucked them with ease. Your gag reflex has improved tremendously, compared to the first time you deep-throated. It was with Yuuta’s dick. He was so sweet and patient when you got used to the feeling.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to suffocate yourself.” Yuuta gasped out as you choked on him, his fists tightened around the sheets as he tried to calm down at the new wonderful sensation he was experiencing. You were curious to see how far he could go down your throat, so you forced yourself deeper onto him. You felt happy to give him so much pleasure with your saturated mouth. A few tears escaped from your eyes, and then shortly after your nose began to run. Regardless, you loved the way Yuuta’s sweet dark eyes rolled to the back of his head and how his black hair fell messily in front of his face. “You feel so good…” he struggled to say while you slurped his rod.

Remembering that now while you sucked on Gojo’s fingers, caused your panties to dampen even more. You flickered your eyes over to your boyfriends. Making eye contact with Toge first; you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted you. Megumi had a similar look on his face but was still curious to see what else Satoru planned on doing to you. While Yuuta had such a needy look on his face, he was turned on and fought the urge to run up to the desk and snatch you from his teacher's grasp.

Gojo’s words brought your attention back to him, “I’m impressed that they were able to corrupt an innocent beauty into such a little slut.” You naturally sucked on his fingers a little harder when he called you a slut. You’ve never been degraded before, but when he said that you felt even more turned on. Gojo chuckled, “Oh? Do you like being called a slut?” His voice sounded deeper than usual.

Satoru then moved to your other ear to tease you with his viper-like tongue. You pictured his tongue down between your legs and you couldn’t help but whine onto his fingers. Gojo was drunk with power at the moment, he got off to the thought of doing you right here and now in front of your boyfriends. His cocky smile not leaving his face throughout the whole ordeal.

He reluctantly removed his fingers from your mouth and got up from behind you. He kneeled at the front of the desk but still made sure everyone could see what he was doing. You felt his large hand sweetly touch your ankle. Then he ghosted his fingers up your shin and to your thigh, lifting your skirt to expose your drenched underwear.

“Aww you gotta little excited, didn’t you?” He announced, you felt so lewd when everyone’s lust-filled eyes stared directly at your wet panties.

To your disappointment Gojo didn’t even touch your underwear, you felt him place a hand on the inside of each of your plump thighs. He gave them a gentle squeeze causing you to gasp with delight.

“Yep, my suspicions are correct. Not only does your girl have an extra sensitive neck but her thighs are just as bad.” The way Satoru talked about you, reminded you of the way expert mechanics talk about cars. “Please tell me that at least one of you knew that?” He directed his attention to your three boyfriends.

“Shake-shake,” Toge spoke up, causing Megumi and Yuuta to whirl their heads in the cursed speech user’s direction. No one except you could notice the proud glint in Inumaki’s eyes.

“Oh? Do care to elaborate.” Satoru said to you as he gently rubbed your soft skin, erecting a sigh of delight to come from your lips.

“Toge likes to give me full body massages from time to time, which most of the time leads to…” your cheeks grew hot as if you weren’t already aroused.

Your thoughts drifted to when Inumaki discovered your sweet spots on the inner parts of your legs. You were on your tummy in his bed watching TV as he massaged your naked ass. He started with your neck and shoulders and worked his way down. You enjoyed the feeling of your ass being massaged by his slick lotion-covered hands. As soon as he slid a hand down onto your thighs a loud gasp of satisfaction came from you. Toge immediately pulled his hand away with the fear that he hurt you, “Takana?” His voice rang with concern as he brought his face in front of yours.

“It’s ok! You didn’t hurt me, it felt good but also sensitive at the same time.” You blushed.

The look in his eyes got what you meant, so he situated himself back behind you to rub your thighs again. He managed to make you whimper uncontrollably with his teasing hands. His curious fingers were delicate at first, but then increased pressure- which drove you wild. Your entire body twitched as you flung over to close your legs. You were greeted with a sly smile and a playful look in his gorgeous violet-colored eyes. “Inumaki, be nice.”

His reflexes were slightly faster compared to yours and managed to get a hold of your right leg pulling you into him, dragging your back across his sheets in the process. He flung your leg over his shoulder as his lips came crashing down on yours for a heated kiss.

Megumi fought the urge to fuck you on that damn desk himself. His pants felt unbearably tight as his dick grew harder for you. How did Gojo manage to get you so turned on when he hasn’t even touched your pussy yet? The desperate way you looked at him as Gojo teased your overly sensitive thighs, made him ache for you so badly. He knew that Satoru was experienced and was helping you guys unlock new ways to get their girlfriend rilled up, but he felt impatient watching him tease you so blatantly.

You became a squirming and whiny mess because of Satoru’s hands on your soft skin. You felt your walls crumbling from the inside, as you lost your self-control. You felt too hot, too turned on, and too empty. “I-I…” I want you to fuck me, anyone to fuck me. You couldn’t muster up those dirty words, so you babbled uncontrollably.

“Hmm? What is it dear?” Gojo’s lazy smile irritated you, he knew what he was doing but chose to keep you in this desperate state.

“You’re not- ahh,“ another wave of pleasure hit you hard, his damn hands were so close to your soaking core. “You’re not doing a good job.” You managed to say between gasps.

“Oh? Be more specific hun, what am I not doing a good job at? Is there something else you want me to do?” That bastard knew what he was doing.

Toge couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the blindfolded man. Yes, he did have good tricks that he planned on teaching them; but Inumaki wanted to be the one responsible for those cute gasps and moans coming from your mouth. While at the same time, he was intrigued at how unraveled you’ve become.

“I…” you trailed off once more, in your desperate state you still felt too shy to say it. His skilled hands were so close yet too damned far away. A sudden wave of bravery overcame you. You shifted your weight onto your right elbow and leaned forward with your left hand. You snatched one of Satoru’s hands and set it on your drenched panties. “Touch me here,” you begged.

Your beautiful pleading eyes and words melted Gojo’s heart, you sounded so adorably horny to him and he loved it. He ghosted his fingers along the line of your pussy lips causing you to grind your core onto his fingers for more friction. “You want me to touch you here?” You nodded, your voice caught in your throat with excitement. “Tell me that’s what you want.” Satoru taunted.

You glared at him when he pulled his hand away, “Please sensei.” You pouted, “Make me feel good.”

That’s all Gojo needed to hear, in one skilled motion he removed your saturated underwear. Yuuta’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him, it took all of his strength and willpower to remain seated and watch his teacher at work.

Your dripping cunt was now exposed for all to see. Gojo slid his fingers against your folds to gather some of your juice onto them. He brought his slick-covered fingers to his mouth to have a taste, as if he was trying a delicacy. “Heavenly.”

He then directed his attention to his students, “So when it comes to pussy worshipping there are three ways to go about it. Eating. Fingering. And fucking. I’ll demonstrate in that order.”

He placed his warm finger on your clit, prodding it gently, making you whimper with anticipation. His fingers suddenly swiveled around your bundle of nerves with such speed and pressure causing you to moan embarrassingly loud. All you could feel was a hot white pleasure, and you came immediately onto his fingers.

“Oh fuck.” Gojo groaned as he ripped his blindfold down around his neck and brought his handsome face down between your thighs to drink up your squirting liquids. You couldn’t believe you came that fast and that suddenly.

Megumi, Toge, and Yuuta watched astonished as you came onto Gojo’s fingers. They didn’t know you could finish that fast, they all wondered what else their teacher was capable of.

The feeling of Satoru’s skilled mouth drinking you up made you feel so hot. You never would have thought that something so lewd and inappropriate as this, would ever happen with him, which made you enjoy it more. He kept his sultry mouth on your pussy, expertly zigzagging his tongue over your wet folds. You saw his brilliant blue eyes look up at you friskily. His hands gently rubbed and gripped both of your thighs.

“Instead of directing your attention onto one part of her body at a time, it’s crucial to stimulate more than one area. This will make her a slutty mess for you.” He hummed against your slick privates, the vibration of his voice feeling so good you clenched your tight hole yearningly.

As if he knew your pussy craved attention, right on cue he plunged his tongue inside of you. “Mmh, Satoru!” Your cunt practically squeezed his tongue further into you, begging him to tongue fuck you. His skilled mouth sent you over the edge once again, you instinctively gyrated your hips as you rode out your second orgasm. His eager mouth enveloped your pulsating cunt as he drank from you again.

Yuuta was awestruck when he so you come undone again. He didn’t even know that it was possible for you to cum twice in such a short amount of time. He made sure to memorize the way his sensei moved his mouth on you.

Once Gojo finished drinking from you he reluctantly pulled his face away, revealing that the lower section of his face was glistening from your overly saturated cunt. He looked over towards his male students, they were all clearly turned on by how he made you so wet and ready. “All of you are going to eat Y/n out, Megumi you’ll go first.”

Megumi immediately got up from his desk with a starved look on his attractive features, he was more than willing to help contribute to making you feel good. His teacher scooted over and now Fushiguro was situated between your legs. “Show me what you know.” Satoru’s lustrous voice rang out into the quiet classroom.

Your boyfriend slid his tongue up your folds and onto your clit, erecting a sigh of bliss to come from your lips. He could grow addicted to the taste of your sweet arousal. He swiped his tongue over you again, but this time faster and with slightly more pressure. Fushiguro remembered how you became undone when Totality’s fast tongue slid across your clit so he copied that method. You squirmed underneath his hot mouth. Gojo smiled at how fast his young pupil was able to move his tongue on you. Without thinking Megumi brought two fingers up to your dripping cavern, but Gojo grabbed them with a knowing smirk, “Not yet, let’s give Yuuta a turn.” Megumi obeyed and unwillingly pulled his mouth away from you, as Yuuta hurried over, practically kicking his desk out of the way in the process.

“Fushiguro, why don’t you give your girlfriend some love while Yuuta eats her out?” Satoru purred as you felt his large hand stroke your thigh in a comforting manner.

Yuuta settled between your legs with a ravenous look in his dark eyes. Megumi leaned against the desk and kissed you passionately. You could taste yourself on his lips. The sudden feeling of pleasure woke through your body once more, as you felt Yuuta’s tongue swivel across your folds, in a manner similar to Gojo’s. “Mmm.” Your moan was swallowed by Megumi’s avid kisses.

Yuuta then lowered his mouth so he could tongue fuck you, while his slender fingers stroked your sensitive nub. Satoru was pleased that Okkotsu was focusing his attention in more than one spot, as he instructed. Yuuta burrowed his face between your legs as if he didn’t need air to breathe. Gojo was impressed by how enthusiastic Yuuta was about eating your pussy. The thought of teaching you to sit on his face while he ate you crossed his mind for another day of teaching.

“Let’s give Inumaki a turn before she cums Yuuta.” Satoru chimed while prying the dark-haired boy away from your soaking cunt. Okkotsu moved to the other side of the desk to kiss your neck, while Fushiguro and you frenched feverishly. Yuuta’s slick mouth trailed kisses up to your ear, making you writhe in ecstasy.

Inumaki unzipped his face covering and grabbed both of my thighs towards his face, similar to the way Yuuta did. You always loved it when Toge would eat you since the heavy amount of cursed energy coming from his mouth felt like static. He latched his lips onto your clit and sucked hard, “Inumaki!” You whined onto Fushiguro’s lips, the sensation was too much for you to handle.

You felt overstimulated; with Inumaki’s buzzing mouth down on you, Satoru’s eyes raking over your body, Megumi’s heated kisses, and Yuuta’s steamy mouth on your ear. All of which drove you to the edge completely. You arched your back and flung one of your hands into Toge’s platinum white locks, “Cum.” He mumbled against your sloppy cunt, you tried to clamp your legs down onto him from the intense feeling of your release but his strong grip on your thighs kept you in place. He drank from you as if we were a starved animal, his alluring face between your legs made you go weak in the knees.

After cumming three times now, you felt like a rag doll. They could all easily manhandle you if they wanted to, which you wouldn’t mind at all. Your exhausted gaze drifted downward to see that Satoru had the largest tent in his pants you’d ever seen. The thought of him squeezing his huge member inside of you made you shiver with anticipation and fear.

Satoru took the initiative and stuck his middle and index fingers inside your dripping entrance. “Ahh!” You moaned out enjoying the feeling entirely. Toge was still between your legs and began to lightly kiss and suck on your thighs, little did you know he was leaving hickeys all over them.

Gojo pumped his long fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He loved how your walls clamped down on him whenever he went a little too deep. He then arched his fingers so they were stroking your G-spot. He lifted his hand from his firm grip on your hip and announced “This is what I’m doing inside of your girl right now. That will make her cum for sure.” While his other hand in the air mimicked what he was doing inside of you so everyone could see.

It was all too much for you, and you couldn’t take it anymore. All this teasing and touching your overly sensitive body, “just fuck me already.” You whimpered quietly. Not sure if you directed your words to your teacher or one of your boyfriends. You were too overwhelmed to care who did the dead. As long as you could feel one of them fill you up. A dashing smirk came over Gojo’s face. While you sensed Megumi and Yuuta exchange a glance with one another.

Gojo’s fingers inside you went still at your lewd request. “Here Toge, take over.” Gojo took his fingers out of you and licked them clean as he walked to the other side of his desk. He stopped behind you, with his blue iridescent gaze looking down at you. “If you want me to fuck you, I’m going to need your mouth on my dick first.”

You felt Toge’s slender fingers begin to pump in and out of you, as he brought his mouth down to your clit. Megumi and Yuuta shifted their attention to your breasts, each licking and sucking your nipples as if they were a treat just for them. Gojo unzipped his pants and his massive dick sprung free, ready to play as ever. You gasped at his size but weren’t surprised because of how tall he was. Satoru adjusted your head so it dangled off the edge of his desk. Your mouth watered uncontrollably as he lightly guided his dick to your lips. You licked his velvety tip first and then his entire length. Making sure his entire penis was coated with your drool. You carefully took one of his balls into your mouth to suckle, he let out a little hiss of pleasure.

“You’re doing so good.” Gojo purred with approval as he placed both of his hands on your head. You mustered up as much bravery as you could to take him down your throat. Immediately, panic began to arise in your chest, due to the lack of air; but that was soon replaced by your dirty thoughts, enjoying the fact that this was happening. I bet this looks so hot to him. You thought, and you couldn’t be more right.

The sight before Satoru was a moment he will never forget. Your small throat squeezed him snuggly, causing his dick to twitch with pleasure. He was able to see the outline of his massive cock in your throat. The way your mouth salivated uncontrollably, along with your tongue beckoning him further down made him crave you even more. He’d be satisfied finishing your mouth right here and now, but the greedier side of his personality wants to claim your pussy as his. And that’s just what he’ll do.

Gojo then took himself out of your mouth, and a long strand of your drool connected your lips to the tip of his dick. “Which one of you would like to take her ass?” Gojo asked with a deep voice.

Toge mumbled “shake-shake” through your cunt as he ate you. He lifted his head out from between your thighs, his lips shining with your wetness.

“Perfect, coat your dick with her pussy juice before you shove it in. So it doesn’t hurt her as bad.” His wise teacher instructed. Toge slipped three of his fingers inside your sloppy pussy to gather as much wetness as possible (which was pretty easy). He wiggled around inside of you, causing you to whimper uncontrollably. While his other hand unzipped his pants. He removed his fingers from you, making you feel suddenly empty and needy.

His lust-filled eyes stared at you as he stroked his dick with his wet hand. You were more than ready to get filled up. Satoru had Toge take your place on his desk so he was laying on it. Gojo picked you up as if you were weightless and had you straddle Inumaki in reverse.

You gingerly settled yourself onto Toge’s sprung dick. You felt grateful he was slick with your wetness, otherwise, it would’ve been a bit more painful.

“Ahh.” You heard a small groan of satisfaction come from him. Inch by inch, you let gravity take you down further onto him until he was in you completely. Your skirt hid what was going on below you two. You felt Toge’s nails dig into your hips from his firm grip on you. You could tell he holding back the urge to pump into you wildly. To calm himself, he began to gently kiss the back of your neck and ears. Making you shiver in response, your nipples instantly become pebbled.

Satoru had unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his well-toned muscles, his pants draped to his thighs and his dick stuck out proudly. He settled between your legs, lifting up your skirt. He guided his massive member to your wet folds. The anticipation caused you to whimper as he slowly pushed the tip inside of you. Gojo clenched his jaw with concentration as he focused on not plowing into you just yet.

You became a mewling mess, “I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You cried as Satoru shoved himself another inch into your slippery pussy. You could already feel him rubbing against Toge’s penis lodged up your ass and he was not even halfway in yet.

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll make it fit. Megumi, put her mouth to use.” Gojo groaned as your walls clamped down on his extensive member. “Yuuta climb on top of her and fuck her tits.”

Megumi did as his teacher instructed, his dark blue eyes gleamed down at you as you opened your mouth for him. Sucking on him hungrily, you enjoyed the taste of his precum leaking into your mouth. Megumi loved how enthusiastic you were for him, “Ugh... you’re such a good girl.” He groaned out as he caressed your head gently.

Yuuta agilely maneuvered on top of your torso, he put his weight onto his knees being extra careful not to squish you. He unzipped his pants to set his elongated member free. He spit down onto himself and guided your hand up to his dick to stroke him. You enjoyed his warm smooth texture. Pumping him quickly, you earned a few gasps of pleasure to come from his lips.

Satoru couldn’t take it anymore, and plunged himself deep into you, instantly hitting your cervix. A cute and muted, “Ahh! Sensei....” came from your stuffed mouth at the sudden feeling, creaming onto him. Your pussy pulsated around his rod with delight.

“Shit. Your slutty little cunt can’t handle me.” Gojo hissed under his breath, loving the fact that your body cums so easily for him. He settled into a solid rhythm, pushing in and out of your petite body. He made a note to get you for himself sometime. He’d love for you to moan his name, and see your adorable face distorted in pleasure because of him.

Toge, felt your release drip down onto his thighs and penis, which helped lubricate him. With the extra wetness, he increased his speed. He rapidly pounded up inside you. He bit down onto your shoulder passionately, his hot breath initiating goosebumps to rise on your smooth skin. “Oh Toge...” you panted onto Megumi’s dick.

Yuuta began to rub himself onto your supple bouncy breasts, his penis felt hot and hard against your squishy skin. He was able to get a perfect view of your gorgeous face. He loved the way your pretty eyes watered as you deep-throated Fushiguro. Even though what you were doing was incredibly lewd, he knew that in his heart he would protect you. He would kill for you, and there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. The thought of love crossed his mind, but was afraid to say that word too soon.

“Grip her neck Okkotsu.” Ordered Gojo from behind him, snapping him out of his ogling over you, “she’ll like it.” He heaved as he shoved himself into you once more.

Yuuta tentatively brought his lean vein-covered arm up, and his fingers went around your throat and gently squeezed. “Mmh.” You moaned out, enjoying the feeling of being at his mercy - especially from your shy and sensitive boy.

Hearing you whimper, awoke a dark urge inside of Okkotsu. The thought of fucking you with his hand around your throat made him pump his dick faster against your squishy and sensitive tits.

The way Yuuta’s dark eyes looked down at you with such dominance, caused you to clench your walls around Gojo and Toge suggestively. Erupting groans from both men inside of you. Gojo’s grand penis kept hitting your uterus with every stroke. He went in and out effortlessly because of how drenched he was from your soggy cunt. Satoru and Inumaki stimulated you simultaneously, their speed accelerated dramatically along with the power behind their hard thrusts. “You’re taking us so well hun.” Panted Gojo with approval.

Your legs began to tremble, you could feel your release building up again. You felt Satoru’s skilled fingers run against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs feverishly. The sensations they made you feel were too much for you to handle, and you came undone. Drenching Satoru in the process.

You whimpered onto Megumi’s dick as his hips began to move a bit rougher against your mouth. Yuuta’s movements against your breasts had increased in tempo as well. “Ahh.” Yuuta sighed with pleasure, as strands of his cum squirted all over your breasts, painting you like a picture. His grip on your throat tightened, causing you to clamp down a bit more on Megumi’s penis lodged inside. Earning a groan of pleasure to come from Fushiguro. He sprayed himself down your throat and you drank him eagerly.

“Shit, her pussy is too tight and wet. I’m gonna cum.” Gritted Satoru through his teeth. He cherished the way your petite body welcomed him in so easily. He was clearly much too big for you but got off to the sick thought of that at the same time. He gripped your little waist tightly as he shot his bountiful load of seed deep against your cervix, knowing it’d reach your uterus in no time. Toge came shortly after, you could feel him pulsate through your ass as he released himself deep inside of your bowels. A delicious groan escaped his lips as he bit down on the back of your neck.

Megumi gingerly pulled himself out of your mouth and leaned down to give you a sweet kiss. Yuuta carefully hopped off of the desk, as Satoru removed himself from your used sloppy hole. His cum spilled out of you like a waterfall. His gorgeous blue eyes raked over the mess he made in you. He helped you up and off of Toge. Your legs felt like jelly when you stood up, so you leaned against Yuuta for support. He tried to help you put your bra on, but couldn’t get the clasps figured out. So Satoru took over as he explained how the contraption worked.

You felt Inumaki’s and Gojo’s cum drip down your legs from underneath my skirt. All of your clothes were a disheveled mess, but at least the walk from class to the dorm building was a short one. Toge sneaked his way over to you to hug you from behind, you rested your head on his shoulder sweetly. Megumi came in front of you two to kiss you passionately, “You’re so perfect.” He gave you a heart-melting smile with a quick hug, sandwiching you between Toge and himself. Okkotsu approached you from the right and gave you a small peck on the forehead, while you felt his comforting touch on your cheek.

Satoru walked up to you with an affirming look in his eyes. He brought his face down to yours to kiss you tenderly, “You were exceptional dear.” He hummed against your lips. “If you ever need anything, ask me.”

Abruptly, the door to the classroom opened, “Here’s my late homework Gojo!” Said an all too familiar voice, Yuji Itadori stood in the doorway of the classroom with a can of soda in one hand and a packet of papers in the other.

“Uhh, it smells like sex in here!” As soon as the words left his mouth a knowing look flashed over his face. He realized how messed up everyone's clothes were. Noticeable strands of gooey liquid rolled down your legs. “Did you guys-?” He cut himself off with pure shock and then his expression changed to a hurt one, “without me...”

Gojo briefly walked up to Itadori and took the packet of papers from him with a smirk. “As a matter of fact,” Satoru sighed lightheartedly, “we were just performing some after-school activities.”

Next

[ididdedurmom]

More evil head cannons

I have silly ideas about the gang after the event of the story, everyone lives, except Bob

PONY:

Has a thousand yard stare when he zones out

Has the loudest, most disgusting, mucus filled cough ever

Actually really good at drawing

Has drawn every member of the gang at least twice

Loves physical touch, he leans on his friends when their sitting next to him.

Actually screams during horror movies, like loud genuine screams

Loves play fighting with Darry, like full on wrestling

Steve taught him how to drive

He either walks like a ghost or stomps, there is no in between

He can play one song on the guitar, and that’s it

His legs are super strong, so his kicks hurt really bad

He would be better at track, but his smoking habits hold him back

He feels jealous of Soda and Darry because they had more time with their parents

He and Darry have matching reading glasses

SODA:

He says “I’m just a girl” anytime he gets in trouble

He has used his pretty privilege to get out of being arrested multiple times

Despite how handsome he knows he is, he still feels super insecure about his looks

He steals from the DX station constantly

He and Steve spend hours gossiping about their customers once both of their shifts are over

A dog bit him when he was a kid, now he’s deathly afraid of them

He loves physical affection, hugging him is the best way to cheer him up

Absolute candy addict

Candy is the #1 item he steals from the DX

He broke his dominant hand once, and now his handwriting is permanently ruined

He reads insanely slow and monotone when he reads out loud

He either sleeps like a rock, or wakes up from the slightest sound, there is no in between

He lives in his flannel, that thing hasn’t been washed in literal years

He suffers from middle child syndrome, he knows his brothers love him, but they don’t pay enough attention to him

DARRY:

He hates his jobs, he knows he has to go but he can’t stand them

All of his coworkers are old and they treat him like a child (which he’s kind of okay with in a way)

He loves watching cartoons but he feels like he’d be wasting his time

He sneezes like a dad

He wakes up at 4 am and works out immediately

Loves compliments and words of affection

Doing favors is his love language

He has the whitest legs ever, he’s all tan on the top and snow white on the bottom

His tan ends where his pants start

Small bits of his hair are grey, he doesn’t know

He has a fear of abandonment

He is insanely flexible for a man of his size, like he can touch the floor standing up with ease

He hit a dog with his car once and cried for 2 hours straight

He loves cuddling on the couch with his brothers, it helps him relax

He despises Curly Shepard, he’s civil with Tim, but he HATES Curly

When he comes home from his ski trips with his old friends, he actually looks his age

A woman once assumed he was Pony’s father, and it made him die inside a little

He can’t stand Mother and Fathers Day

He was mad at Steve when he found out he taught Pony how to drive

TWO-BIT:

He and Dally bond by harassing women

He has a box full of things he’s stolen

His slight alcoholism stems from his father

He let’s his sister paint his nails, and he shows them off proudly

He gets his nails painted before rumbles

He watches soap operas with his mother every night

He can play the trumpet

He has never purchased a pack of cigarettes, only stolen

He listens to metal

When he passes Johnny’s house, he has to actively stop himself from walking in and beating Johnny’s parents half to death, especially his father

Its not that he doesn’t want a job, I mean he doesn’t, it’s that he thinks he’d only mess up whenever they had him do

He constantly forgets to brush his teeth

Pop and beer are the only things he drinks, he doesn’t touch water

He religiously wears Mickey Mouse merch, you will never catch him in a plain shirt

Baby Pony and him got along really well, he was kinda like Pony’s goofy cousin

Two-Bit and Darry have been friends since they were little kids

Two has no plans for his future, and it weighs on him

He broke both of his elbows once

His teachers have kinda given up on him, they just treat him like a bother instead of a student

STEVE:

He messes up Pony’s hair every chance he gets

He uses the most hair grease out of everyone

He has had the same comb for 3 years

He constantly smells like oil

The underside of his nails are always black, no matter how much he washes his hands

He and Soda have matching scars from a shared failed attempt to climb a barb wired fence

He is terrified of the police

He and Soda make your mom jokes at each other, despite neither of them having mothers

His voice is scarily deep when he wakes up

He and Two-Bit have an inside joke no one in the gang understands

He, Soda, and Two-Bit all have matching stick and poke tattoos

He hates his father, and by extension the fathers of Johnny and Two-Bit

He and Dally don’t hang out much, but when they do they are absolute menaces

Dally and him steal cars and hub caps together

He is genuinely upset by the size of his nose

JOHNNY:

He’s dyslexic

His handwriting is atrocious

His best subject is math

He and the gang all picked out stickers to put on his crutches

He loves sleeping around his friends

His hands are rough

He can’t stand the smell of beer, unless it’s one of the gang

He and Curly hate each other for literally no reason

Pony has slowly been teaching him to read better

No matter how much grease he puts in his hair, it won’t stay back

He hates going out in public because people always look at him funny

He hates looking at his burn scars

He, Dally, and Ponyboy watch sunsets together

He either sleeps at the Cutis’s house, Two-Bit’s house, Steve’s (very rarely), or Dallas’s place.

He’s not allowed to sleep in the lot anymore

He has tons of freckles, you just can’t see them against his skin

He loves sleeping outside when he wants to

He never wants children, he’s to scared he’ll become his father

His pain tolerance is so high that sometimes he won’t even notice when he gets injured

He likes how defensive Dallas is of him, makes him feel confident

He smokes marijuana with Dally sometimes, he’s super anxious when they do though because he doesn’t want to get arrested

DALLY:

He will not talk about his feelings

The cops forced him to go to therapy, it didn’t fix anything

He is amazing at lying

The police know him by name

He hasn’t told the gang much about the past other than where he came from and that he doesn’t talk to his folks

Darry nicknamed him “Rat”

He actually feels bad when Darry yells at him

He gets sun burns very quickly

He has his own personal stench

He doesn’t want Johnny to end up like him

He cried for 3 hours straight when he found out Johnny was still alive, it is his most embarrassing moment

He chugs drinks insanely fast

He can’t read very well

He needs glasses but he thinks he’d look like a wimp if he had any

Even though he knows he could have an asthma attack from coughing to hard, he still doesn’t carry his inhaler

He was happy when he thought he was going to die

Then he woke up and had an epiphany about life, it didn’t do to much, but now he knows death isn’t the only option

He proudly shows off the burn marks on his arm

He loves pushing Johnny around in his wheelchair

He listens to outlaw music and Frank Sinatra

He loves horror movies

He toned down his bad behavior once he got out of the hospital, he’s still a dick though

That’s it or whatever. I hope you like them, I’m sorry if some of them don’t make sense. I’m just so silly. I apologize for my horrible grammar lol. Feel free to tell me some of your head cannons!! :D

[midnightsdreary]

and we can have forever

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: And in that moment, you swear to yourself that nothing will happen to the beautiful boy holding your hand. He will live a long and happy life, full of music and laughter and make-believe adventures. Eddie will not die for the simple fact that you will not allow him to.

In which you save Eddie Munson through the power of love and incredible violence.

rating: 16+ (violence, language)

read on Ao3

You are well aware of the fact that your boyfriend is not the most careful guy around. You know about the drugs, which you admittedly sometimes partake in, and the pranks he loves to pull on the Hawkins High sports teams, which you proudly partake in. Some girls might disapprove of their boyfriend’s recklessness, but you can’t bring yourself to, because it’s just a part of him. Eddie Munson wouldn’t be Eddie Munson without a little danger for him to thrill in.

Keyword being a little.

These past weeks have been excruciating—running and hiding and fighting with this unlikely group of warriors in order to save your boyfriend, yourself, and the rest of this town. This town that just so happens to want Eddie dead. When you’d first heard the news, seen Eddie’s picture with horrible words like wanted and murderer splashed across the television screen like a scarlet letter A, your heart had nearly fallen out of your chest. You hadn’t believed it, of course, not even for a second—but you were well aware that this meant life would never be the same for either of you.

You’ve thought about just saying fuck it and taking off, of taking him by the hand and getting the hell out of Hawkins. But it’s never more than a passing, guilty thought, because you know that Eddie would never agree. He would never leave his Hellfire friends, especially the little ones; you may only be twenty, but fourteen seems like barely more than a toddler to you. And while Mike may be safe thousands of miles away, Dustin and Lucas are right in the middle of it all just like the rest of you.

You’re not as familiar with Nancy or Steve, since you’ve never really run with the popular crowd—you’ve always been a bit too atypical, had a little too much bite, to truly fit in. It’s why you and Eddie clicked so well. You do know Robin, thanks to the year you spent in band before growing fed up with the idiot of a director and quitting, deciding that Hellfire was the only activity you really cared about. So yes, she’s a friend, but you’re not that close. In all of this, Eddie is the only one who you know, and who knows you.

Which means you’re the only one who is aware of the fact that Eddie will not run away forever. There is always a point where he will find the determination to stand his ground.

If you call him brave he’ll laugh it off, make a self-deprecating joke about how he talks a big game but all that grandeur is just necessary to be a good dungeon master, that outside of Hellfire he’s not half as fearless as you. But that doesn’t fool you. People who don’t know him, really know him, might use words like careless or foolish, but the fact of the matter is this: Eddie is brave whether he knows it or not.

And now that part of him doesn’t endear you—it terrifies you. Because not only is he brave, he is also kind, and you fear this will be his undoing. He might claim to be all about self-preservation, but if it came down to it, you’re sure he would put his life on the line for those kids. For you. He won’t abandon this town, even though it’s abandoned him.

It’s more than you can bear.

So here you are, crouched in a mobile home outside the War Zone, all too aware that this may be your last moment alone with him until this hell is over and trying not to scream and cry like a child at the unfairness of it all. You distract yourself by counting the discolored spots on the ceiling that most likely resulted from heavy storms causing leaks. There are quite a lot of them. Eddie is sitting across from you, humming to himself. He does this often, but what betrays his anxiety is the way he falls out of tune every few notes. He is a musician, and a damn good one—he doesn’t falter on notes.

You want to say something. You want to hold him close and hide him away from all this bullshit. But you can’t, so you nudge him with your foot. “Hey. You okay?”

It’s a stupid question. No one is okay anymore. But you ask anyway.

The humming stops. “Yeah, yeah.” He nods at you, smiling. Then the smile fades and he glances away. “No.”

At least he’s being honest. “Well,” you sigh. “Me neither.”

Silence settles over the trailer. You shuffle a bit closer to him, which seems to prompt him to speak again. What he says makes you wish he hadn’t.

“Baby,” he begins. “If this… I mean, you know anything could happen out there. Not saying it will! But this isn’t like our campaign. We don’t get to walk away from this. And if I… If I’m not able to—”

Your whole body goes cold. “No.” You cut him off. “Don’t you dare say it.”

Eddie should never look as mournful as he does right now. “Princess, please, just listen.”

“No!” You slam your fist against the carpeted floor. “Don’t try to say goodbye as if we’re guaranteed to die. No one’s going to die.”

He wraps his arms around his knees, narrowing his eyes at you. “People already have.”

“You know what I mean,” you retort, but you feel chastened anyway. You didn’t mean to make it sound like you don’t care about Chrissy or the other victims, but the truth is, you didn’t know them like you know Eddie. Their deaths were sad, yes, and you wish they hadn’t happened, but you weren’t exactly mad with grief. Not the way you would be if Eddie died. Even just thinking of it sends a lightning bolt of pain through you.

“I’ve never been a hero,” he says. “Maybe… maybe this is my chance to prove myself. To make it up to Chrissy for running away.”

“Fuck being a hero,” you snarl. “Fuck being a sacrifice. So what if people say running makes you a coward? You know what I say? I say running has kept you alive. And there is no shame in living, Eddie.”

The stricken expression on his face almost makes you want to take it back, or at least say it a bit less callously. Almost.

You can’t imagine the guilt he’s feeling over seeing Chrissy die, because though you know it’s not his fault, he can’t seem to believe that himself. And you’re not jealous of a dead girl, because that would be all kinds of fucked up, but you are resentful of the fact that it had to be him she went to, that he was dragged into a world full of monsters.

You understand that he’s hurting, that he feels he has to atone. But understanding doesn’t mean you’ll back down.

“You don’t have to be a hero,” you murmur. “I don’t need you to be a hero. I just need you.”

You know very well that there’s a good chance not all of you will make it through. Hopefully, that won’t be the case, and these crazy kids will actually be able to pull this off. But if worst comes to worst, if you can only save one person at the end of all of this mess, you’d choose him. Every time. Maybe that makes you a selfish person. Maybe even a terrible person. You really don’t care.

‘I love you,” you continue. “There aren’t a lot of people that I love. So let’s not make that number even smaller, okay?” You feel a tear making its way down your cheek—funny, you didn’t even realize you were crying. “Don’t break my heart, Eddie.”

That seems to hit home. “I would never,” he protests, eyes wide. “I’d never break your heart.”

“You not being here would break it,” you say. It would break you, period, but you manage to keep that to yourself. You’ve made your point clear enough, or at least you hope you have.

You lean forward to kiss him, entwining the fingers of your left hand with his and placing your other against his cheek. His curly hair tickles your face. His skin is warm compared to your own, and you resist the urge to slide your hand down to his neck, to press against his pulse just to reassure yourself he’s here. He’s not going anywhere.

It’s chaste compared to how you usually kiss, but you have had so little gentleness recently that you cherish it. His lips are full and slightly chapped, and you can feel how he smiles against your own. He always smiles when you kiss him.

Finally you pull away, opening your eyes to meet his chocolate brown ones.

“You will not die,” you say fiercely. “If you die I will never forgive you, Eddie Munson.”

He presses his forehead against yours. “Well,” he says quietly, “I guess I better try my best to stay alive.”

And in that moment, you swear to yourself that nothing will happen to the beautiful boy holding your hand. He will live a long and happy life, full of music and laughter and make-believe adventures. Eddie will not die for the simple fact that you will not allow him to.

At least you won’t be alone in this effort. The others will take out Vecna/Henry/One, you and Eddie and Dustin will distract the demobats but then haul ass back to safety, and in the end you’ll all escape the Upside Down safe as can be, and the nightmare will be over.

Everything will go according to plan.

—

Everything does not go according to plan.

If the swarm of bats before seemed big, this is unfathomable. You and the boys are cowering inside the trailer, makeshift weapons seeming so useless now against the horde just outside.

Screw being the diversion for any longer, you decide. You’ve done what you were supposed to. It’s time to go.

“We need to get out of here NOW,” you snap. One of your arms is thrust out to the side in front of Dustin, shielding him as if your weak flesh will be any defense against the creatures struggling to get in. The other is tugging desperately at Eddie’s jacket, trying to get him to turn around, to run for safety.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take much convincing. The hellish shriek of a bat as it slams itself against the flimsy door of the trailer sends all of you running for the makeshift rope that connects you to the real Hawkins.

Dustin goes up first, of course—Eddie may be the love of your life, but you couldn’t bear anything to happen to that sweet kid either. You’re next, though reluctantly. You’re so scared that Eddie will not listen to you, that he’ll try to pull some heroic bullshit the very moment you aren’t there to pull him back. But there’s no time to argue, and you haul yourself up the rope as the demobats screech and claw at the door.

You can’t help the small shriek that leaves you as you tumble onto the mattress—going from climbing to falling in the blink of an eye is an unnerving experience every time. You stand up quickly so that Eddie can jump through.

But he doesn’t.

You can see directly through the portal into the corrupted version of your world, where Eddie has one hand on the rope and the other holding tightly to his weapon. He’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, a million unreadable emotions flickering across his face.

And he isn’t moving.

“Eddie, come on!” You shout. Dustin is next to you, screaming similar words, but you barely hear him. You’re locked onto your boyfriend as he glances between you and the bats that, from the sound of it, have nearly gotten through the door.

A dread more overwhelming than anything you’ve ever felt surges through you. You know him better than anyone. You know exactly what he’s about to do.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you shout up—or down, or wherever the hell—at him. “You get up here right now!”

He stares up at you, and even from here you can see the tears shimmering in his eyes. “Baby,” he says. “I think this is it.”

“No,” you say. “No, no, no, baby, please, no. Please, come on. Come with me.”

Now his tears have spilled over, trailing down his face the same way yours are. “I have to do this.” His voice cracks and your heart cracks with it. “I’m going to be the hero for you. All of you.”

“Fuck heroes!” Your voice rises to a shriek. “Fuck that! Just live!”

“I can’t.” It’s almost too quiet for you to hear. “I can’t live if I’m always running away.”

You’re fully sobbing now, hands flying up to tug at your hair as you beg him to come back to you. “Eddie Munson, if you don’t get up here right now, I will never speak to you again.”

“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Then he looks away from you and towards his doom.

“No more running,” he says.

Eddie cuts the rope.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

The scream tears itself out of your throat with a fear and fury you did not know you possessed. You nearly rip out a chunk of your hair in your panic, fingers curling against your scalp, nails drawing blood, as you cry and beg him to come back, even as he disappears from view. You can hear the trailer door slam open as he runs out, as he decides to be the sacrifice you hoped he’d never be.

You look around the room desperately for something, anything that can get you back through. You feel dizzy from betrayal and fear, stumbling as the room begins to spin.

He told you he’d stay alive. He promised he wouldn’t try to be a hero.

Why? Why would he do this? Why, when you had told him that you needed him safe and alive and with you?

Dustin shouting your name is what snaps you back into clarity. He’s dragging a chair towards you, and once you see that he’s trying to position it below the portal you nearly tackle him in your effort to keep him from following in Eddie’s footsteps.

He tries to push past you. “We gotta go get him!”

“Listen to me, Dustin!” You grab him by the shoulders, forcing him to be still and hear what you’re saying.

“You stay here.” Your voice is rough, vocal cords strained from all your screaming. “I’m going to bring him back. I promise.”

“But I can help!” Dustin’s eyes are watery and it nearly makes you break down again, but you steel yourself and shake your head.

“I am not losing either of you tonight,” you say. “I refuse. Please, stay here.”

You don’t give him an opportunity to protest. Instead you turn and take a running leap towards the chair. You plant one foot on the seat and boost yourself upwards.

Your torso slams painfully against the side of the trailer ceiling, or whatever is left of it, twisted to facilitate this jagged tear in reality. You grit your teeth and dig your fingers into the floor slash ceiling slash whatever, muscles straining as you claw your way back into hell.

You can hear Dustin calling your name, but it’s background noise to the blood rushing in your ears. Your breath comes in gasps as you finally pull yourself into the Upside Down, but that is quickly put to an end when you fall to the floor and all the wind is knocked out of you. You feel something in your left side snap and if there were any air left in your lungs you would have screamed. Your mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish as you desperately try to pull in air. Every moment you stay here, the further away Eddie gets.

Every muscle in your body protests as you struggle to your feet, and your side sends another stab of pain that forces a choked, animalistic sound out of you. You clutch at what you hope to god isn’t a broken rib as you pick up your abandoned spear and stumble out of the trailer.

At first, your legs refuse to move any faster than a slow limp. But in the distance you can hear Eddie shouting, and a surge of fear hits you like a train. It’s strong enough that you feel like a woman possessed as you begin to run, then sprint, despite the fact that it should be impossible for your wounded body to move like this. But you do, because what’s more impossible is the idea of a world without Eddie Munson in it.

It seems like it takes forever to reach the whirling, leviathan mass of screeching bats. The sound and sight of them as they circle around what can only be your boyfriend is worse than any horror movie you’ve ever seen.

You don’t stop to think as you dive into the fray. There is no rationality to anything you’re doing now, only the sheer will to see that Eddie lives through this. You jab and slash at anything that comes near you, voice rising in a war cry as the bats do their very best to rip you apart.

When you reach him, standing right in the middle of this hell, you nearly collapse. He’s alive. More than alive, he’s still on his own two feet, and somehow holding his own. But not for much longer, not if you don’t do something.

“Eddie!” You shout, and when he whirls to face you he nearly drops his shield.

“What are you doing here?” He shouts back, not looking away from you even as he skewers a bat.

You narrowly dodge a vicious bite to the shoulder. “Keeping you alive, you suicidal bastard! Duck!”

He ducks just in time to avoid a whiplike tail wrapping around his neck. The swarm has forced you to huddle close together, side-by-side as you defend yourselves against impossible odds.

There’s no time for words anymore, though you have some very choice ones for this man. That’ll have to wait until after you slaughter all these fucking demons.

Despite your best efforts, a bat is able to bite into your shoulder and you scream, unable to angle your spear at it properly. Eddie is the one to tear it off of you, slamming it to the ground and crushing its head with his foot. Hot blood trickles down your arm. It’s only a few moments later that you have to return the favor, ripping one of the demons from where it has clamped its mouth closed around his lower leg.

If anyone saw you right now, they might mistake you for monsters yourselves. You’re both soaked in obsidian bood and gore, voices rising in cries to match the creatures you’re killing. And maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe sometimes, you have to be the monster to save the ones you love.

Eddie screams your name as a bat manges to wrap its tail around your neck and mouth, yanking your head back painfully. You choke soundlessly as you feel your airway being crushed, and in a moment of pure instinct, you do something disgusting and vicious and necessary.

You bite down.

You sink your teeth into flesh and nearly puke from the taste and stink of rot. But you refuse to let go, clenching your jaw tight as you can as the creature shrieks and claws at you. Right now you are more animal than girl, driven by the raw need to fight, to protect, to live.

The bat rakes deep lines across the side of your face but you do not waver, shaking your head like a dog shakes a rabbit in its jaws. You reach up with your free hand and grab it by the neck. With your teeth still burrowed deep in its tail, you pull as hard as you possibly can, and with the kind of inhuman strength that people only possess in matters of life or death, you tear the bat in half.

“Holy fuck,” you hear from behind you, and you turn around to see Eddie staring at you—not in fear, as one might expect a guy to after seeing his girlfriend bisect a living creature with her bare hands, but in pure adoration. It doesn’t last long though; there is still a battle to be won.

But there are just so many, and the hopelessness of the situation begins to wear the both of you down. You can tell that Eddie is starting to falter, and you can feel your own strikes getting more sluggish, less precise. You’re bleeding, you can barely breathe, you just want this to end, and then—

It stops.

You don’t even realize at first that the bats have stopped shrieking, that they’re falling, not flying. But when you jab at one that’s crawling across the ground and it doesn’t even react, it finally hits you, and you slowly lower your spear.

You stare up in shock and awe as the demobats fall from the sky in droves. Lifeless.

Which means their master is too.

You nearly start laughing, you’re so hysterical with adrenaline and disbelief and joy. They did it. Took a fucking century, but they did it. Oh, bless those glorious people. You’ll never be able to repay them.

Next to you, Eddie has come to the same conclusion. He stares up at the sky, then at you, and it's the utter triumph in his eyes that really makes it sink in.

You’re both bleeding, bruised, and likely have a fracture or two—but still standing. Eddie looks as if he’s about to pass out, but he still manages to give you that familiar snarky grin.

“I think we did it, baby,” he says breathlessly. “I think we saved the world.”

In a split second you’re standing less than a foot in front of him, anger flaring back up at the audacity of him to act as if he hadn’t just done possibly the stupidest thing in the history of mankind.

“Fuck you!” You scream, pounding your fists weakly against his chest. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” But even as you spit curses at him, the anger is dissipating into relief and exhaustion. Your words slur together as you dissolve into helpless tears. Eddie grabs one of your wrists with one hand and pulls your head to his shoulder with the other, burying his face in your hair.

“You left me,” you choke out amid your sobs. “You said you’d do your best to stay alive and then you just had to be a dumbass and play hero and you broke your promise, Eddie Munson, you left me!”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and though you can’t see his face you can tell he’s crying too. “I’m an idiot, I know, I’m an idiot and you can hate me all you want but God, baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

And it is proof of how incredible a person your boyfriend is that even though he was right there too, even though he is just as hurt, he’s only worried about your wellbeing. He has seen all your anger, all your fear, all your viciousness that even you didn’t know you were capable of, and he still treats you like the most precious thing on Earth.

“You’re so lucky you didn’t die,” you sniffle. “Because I would’ve brought you back just to kill you myself.”

Eddie laughs softly, startling you. “Thought you said you were never going to speak to me again.”

“I lied,” you say, voice muffled thanks to the fact that your face is pressed firmly against his jacket. “Obviously.”

“Good,” he says, “because I think I’d just die anyway if you actually meant it.”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

“Gladly,” he says, and kisses you.

If the anger hadn’t all faded before, the kiss washes it away for good. Your hands come up to rest against his cheeks, gently pulling him in closer as his arms wrap around your waist, careful not to hurt your injured side. The time for ferocity is over. When you’re in his arms, you’re at peace.

You have to pull back much sooner than you’d like, because you really are still having a hard time breathing, but you’re not too upset, because now you know there will be time for as many kisses as you want in the future.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you say.

He smiles, and you’ve never seen anything more stunning. “I love you, beautiful girl.”

Still cradling his face in your hands, you close your eyes and rest your forehead against his, just as you did in the van.

“You’re alive,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he murmurs back. “We’re alive.”

And that is enough.

[maoxyi]

To Let Go (pt 2)

-

Zoro wakes up in the middle of a village. He’s unsure of what village he ended up in nor how he got there. After a brief glance at his surroundings, he begins walking. He observes the people as they go about their everyday activities, almost uncaring towards Zoro being there. As he trudges along, vigilant and careful, he wonders if it was all a dream. He wonders if he is totally not lost. Because he’s not. Or maybe he's dead and he doesn't know it. That would be a shame. It irks him to think about. There's no way he could go down that easy. He'd never allow it. Luffy would never allow that. So he has to get back to him, even if he is dead.

He sees a bar and enters, coming face to face with a young woman with dark green hair hauling a barrel of booze. He swiftly walks over and lifts it out of her hands with ease, helping her place it in the back. As he does so, he converses with her for a little while and introduces himself. He explains that he has no idea where he is and how he got there. Asking if she could tell him. Assist him to get out so he can find his crew and captain. She smiles softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Zoro. My name is Makino. Right now, you’re on dawn island.”

Zoro freezes. His eye wide with shock and confusion. Of course he immediately knows where he is. He's heard the story before. From him. How could he ever forget. He himself belongs in that side of the blues after all. He knows he can find who he’s looking for here. After all, a first mate should know the most about their captain. He stands and asks Makino whether she’s seen luffy. She raises an eyebrow, asking how he knows him. She’s suspicious, his brain supplies. Yet even so, there's a twinkle in her eye. One he's never seen before. It's… odd. He clears his throat.

“I promise I'm not here to hurt him. I am a friend.”

She smiles at him again. Knowing. Understanding.

“I know.”

She walks back through the door. Zoro moves to follow. He stands in the doorway as she mulls about, moving things around. She tells him that he’s outside at the harbour. He nods. He runs out and heads towards the harbour (asking people where to go along the way). Heavy footsteps sending dust up as he goes. Quick and sharp, ready for what he will find. He sees a mop of messy dark hair. He grins and calls out, seeing them stand.

He raises an eyebrow. Confusion ripples through his body as he stares down at the boy in front of him.

Luffy was a child. Not the child he first met, no. A very small child.

He’s confused. He doesn’t understand. He’s questioning him but Luffy doesn’t really know who he is. He just blinks up owlishly at him, eyes wide. He doesn’t know what’s going on.

“I know I wasn’t here.” Small Luffy says to him, “And… and I know I was somewhere else. I know you. I know Zoro. But I don’t want to go. I'm ok here. I want to stay. The future is too scary. I haven’t met him yet. I haven’t met the man I’m supposed to yet. Maybe it’s better if I don’t?”

First, Zoro thinks to himself, this isn't like Luffy. He's not like his captain. Then, Zoro notices he doesn’t have his Straw Hat. He blinks slowly down at the boy. He begins to understand what point in time this luffy is. Which Luffy it is. When this Luffy is. And in this moment, he will treat this Luffy with kindness and tenderness. If anyone, he will treat his captain alone with this softness. He smiles at him, the gentlest he has in years. Or at least he hopes so and kneels down in front of his little captain. He takes his hand into his own much bigger one.

“But luffy, don’t you want to meet so many friends? Don’t you want to help your future friends?”

“Yes but… but I don’t want to be on my own. I don’t want to do it alone..”

“You’re Never alone luffy. You have us with you. You always have and always will. We are your luffy. You’re our captain.”

“…I’m a captain?”

“You are.”

“Am I good captain?”

“The best in all the seas.”

“And Zoro is..?”

“Your first mate.” He says proudly, eye shining brightly. “The first to join you.”

“Really? That is so cool. Zoro is so cool!”

Zoro chuckles at this little Luffy and the boy looks down before he speaks again.

“… I want to stay. But I know Zoro and the others need me.”

Zoro nods, his captain's stubbornness still so strong no matter where or when they are. He grins, just as stubborn as he is but he knows that Luffy doesn't need that.

“I won’t force you to come with me luffy but I’ll stay here with you for as long as you want me to.”

“But Zoro… Zoro won’t reach his goal.”

“That’s fine by me. As long as I’m here with my captain.”

“If Zoro can’t reach his goal…” He pouts, “I want you to.”

“I won’t leave without you.”

“…grandpa won’t like it.”

“You have me to protect you.”

“…promise?”

“I swear it on the life I have given to you.”

Luffy's eyes are wide and clear as he stares into Zoro's remaining eye. There's a flame there. Zoro grins. He's got him.

“Ok. I’ll come home with you.”

Luffy takes his hand and leads him towards the forest. Before Zoro can ask where he’s taking him, he has to shield his eyes.

-

Luffy blinks up and catches the hat that fell from the blonde man’s head. His face splits into a wide watery grin. He holds tight as his eyes shine with tears. Marco slams into Akainu, knocking him far away from them as he fights him off. Luffy jumps and hugs the man.

“Sabo! Sabo, how did you remember?! You aren’t supposed to remember!”

“What are you talking about Lu? I was already coming to save Ace and yet I didn’t even factor in that I’d see you again this quickly. Well since last we met at Water 7 with gramps anyway.”

Luffy is confused by this because Sabo isn’t supposed to remember. Yet everyone is calm and not confused to see him. That leaves him even more confused. Sabo is… here with him. To save Ace but… he's not supposed to be. Ace comes over and crashes into the hug. He’s relieved. Luffy looks up at Sabo. He stares at his face. This is different. There is no scar.

“Come on guys, we have to go!”

He hears Usopp calling for them and without hesitation, he grabs his brother's hands and runs. He runs and runs and runs. He calls to Whitebeard a quick thank you as he goes and Whitebeard smiles at him. He looks back for a moment to see his brothers, tired and hurt but alive. His blood runs cold as he feels his movements become sluggish. He can feel his adrenaline going down, he’s tired. His head begins to throb as he runs desperately. A flash and he sees something.

A warm, calloused hand in his. A gentle smile.

…

“You’re Never alone luffy… we are yours… you’re our captain.”

…

“I know Zoro and the others need me.”

…

“I won’t leave without you.”

…

“Promise…?”

But he can’t hear the rest. His head aches. His eyes go blurry as his energy is zapped. He falls forward. Someone reaches for him. He grabs the hand and leads them away. He can feel the denial and refusal but that child took him away…

[pinkyjulien]

Just a heads up: you, a white creator, putting Native American/First Nations/indigenous inspired clothing on your white OC, and then calling it the "wilding" appearance, could be considered cultural appropriation and could also be considered offensive to people from those cultures.

And yeah, I am doing this from a throwaway account to protect myself because I know how Tumblr and the cyberpunk 2077 fandom works. Even if I do have a valid point or critique, I could still be attacked by "fans" on my main who refuse to use any critical thinking for themselves.

Safe travels 👋 I hold no animosity towards you personally.

(From a "cowardly" anon in an extremely hostile fandom which likely will pretend that this outfit and the name for it isn't tinged with implicit and internalized racism.)

(And, no, I'm not one of the so-called "housewives")

Hey Anon,

Not sure what to say, you claim to not hold any animosity towards me, yet this could've easily been a DM. I'm only assuming you're blocked and had to create a side blog to by-pass the said block.

If this was truly a well-spirited heads up, it would've been a DM.

But anyway, if you're here to accuse me in a sugarcoated way, I already know you're having the time of your life about it in some obscure discord server, so might as well.

The Aldecaldos (and Nomads in general of every clan and family) are multi cultured, there's people of every races, every ethnicities- we see it in game and it's mentioned time and time in the sourcebooks. They're communities, formed of many minorities; queers and pocs alike.

Valentin joins the Aldecaldos during the Star ending, just like the canon game event; he makes friends left and right, and friends makes gifts to one another. We also know that resources, clothes, cars, guns, are shared in nomad communities.

The name "wilding" is a direct reference to the Neo Tribe sourcebook, page 21. I used that same name for Mitch's appearance. They use those outfits to ride off near cities, just like the definition on the page below. They're both proudly showcasing their Aldecaldos colors in whichever place / cities they're visiting.

In my own canon, Dakota is kind of a mother figure for Valentin; she helped him after fleeing the Wraiths, she gave him his first gig with Jackie, she made sure the 'caldos ripper kept the bullet he revoved from Valentin's skull, etc etc

That Jacket could've well been a gift from her before leaving to Arizona, but I haven't decided yet. I was just happy to share my modding project of those past two days.

I've always liked Nomads and what they stand for, their diversity, their lives, their outfits and aesthetics too.

None of the above information is presented as an excuse, they shouldn't be seen as excuses either; I'm simply sharing what inspired me (actively or subconsciously) for this outfit.

If Valentin's appearance, both models and name, did actual upset anyone, I apologize, as this obviously WASN'T the intention. If it does bother you, I invite you to block me.

With all of the "explaination" out of the way; why are you really here?

Because we both know you already knew that about the Aldecaldos. You played the game, you know Panam is half native, you know there's a bunch of native characters in the Aldecaldos and in the game in general.

This ask isn't fueled by kindness or by an attempt at educating someone who could've made a simple mistake.

Nope, you're simply part of this "hostile fandom" problem. Everything you said in brackets reeks of past drama.

Again, you claim to not hold any animosity, but I believe otherwise; that's totally fine, but refrain from contacting me with this fake benevolence, everyone can see it's bullshit.

Repeating myself, this could've been a DM, yet you choose to assume I have some "internalized racism" that You Need to point out, doing so via a side-blog supposedly out of fear (since I don't know who you are, I'll choose to believe you simply by-passed a block) while also dragging in the "Housewives" for no reasons.

You're part of this fandom problem. You're part of the reason why nobody feels safe about sharing anything; you and your friends are out there spying, monitoring what everyone does, assuming the worst at any given occasions and ready to write callouts, to throw witch hunts.

Please, do some critical thinking yourself, remove all the bias and all the "Pinky Bad so this is obviously Racist" bullshit fogging your brain, and ask yourself why you really sent that ask.

[throwaway-yandere]

Dearest Penpal,

How are you enjoying the festivities? I myself couldn't attend due to personal matters I have to resolve in my home nation. I terribly miss the scent of inazuman blossoms and their cuisine.

I wish I had more interesting things to say, I hope you don't find this letter a little lackluster than the previous one as I've already told you almost my entire life! How funny.

Liyue is peaceful yet bustling with activity as always. I find myself daydreaming about quitting my job and traveling like I hear a lot of travelers do. Perhaps I'll entertain the thought more if the heavens decide I'm worthy of a vision.

Looking forward to your response,

from Starlight.

a/n: sorry life is a mess, i hilariously got sick (still am, my head hURTS) and everything is a mess. from school, to genshin pulls (calamity!mika.), to my pentab not working, to idek anymore lololol anyways, incredibly sorry for the delay in letters! none of you deserve to be left hanging like that T_T. i'll just blame thoma in the lore-

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"Are y-you sure you didn't make this letter up?" Beidou asked, clutching the paper you handed out to her. The normally confident captain looked pale as her eyes trailed to read the passages repeatedly. You can only nod in sheer reluctance and stand like a good child waiting for a scolding.

"Yes, which is why I wanted to meet the Inazuman man you have boarding your ship..."

Beidou waved the letter in the air.

"KAZUHA! YOU MIGHT WANNA READ THIS, KID!!!"

Kazuha leaped down, landing with his anemo vision as support. Familiar maple leaves surrounded his fall— leaves you had seen attached to Widower Momiji's letters. You strike him as the man you were looking for, and knowing how Widower Momiji did not lack friends from well-raised circles, this "Kazuha" must be a fine gentleman as well.

"What's wrong, Beidou?"

She shoved the letter against his chest.

"Does this handwriting look familiar to you?"

Kazuha didn't even see the letter before he jolted and stilled.

"There's a familiar scent mixed in these pen strokes, a scent that should no longer exist..."

The man whom you assumed to be a wandering samurai unfolded the parchment, vaguely skimming through the contents. Despite how almost slapdash he read the letter, he craved the tenderness of your pen pal's handwriting. Some loops he traces with his thumb, while some he was too afraid to smudge. 

"It's been years since I last exchanged epistles with him," Kazuha spoke with no rancor or jealousy whatsoever. "

You could only blink. It appears you'd be dealing with constant flowery honesty should you also befriend him, but you don't seem to mind it. 

"So, do you think it's him?"

"There is no doubt about it," Kazuha answered his captain. "But that doesn't mean his way of communication isn't limited. If anything, this might just be Lady Guuji's way of rewarding him for his past heroics."

You grabbed the letter the samurai reluctantly returned, "huh? Forgive me for asking, but is my secret pen pal some sort of criminal or a government official? Because based on how you talk about him, he comes off as someone significant."

Beidou smiled awkwardly.

"The truth is, your pen pal is dea—"

"Is an honest man," Kazuha butted in. "Don't worry, I can vouch for him. He's the most resilient and bravest man I've met and I'm lucky to have had the privilege to call him my friend."

"Then why do I feel like you're hiding a crucial detail from me?"

Kazuha chuckled.

"Because he's your secret pen pal, and based on his current situation, he must be incredibly lonely and you're the only one he can talk to."

... A fair point. It wouldn't be right if you knew his identity while he doesn't have a sliver of an idea who you are in return.

"Don't worry about it, kid. Say, why don't ya share a drink with us? My treat, of course," Beidou proudly bumped her fist against her chest. "Oh, and by the way, this kid here is Kazuha. Kazuha, this is (Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you."

"You as well."

"Now that we've had our introductions, would I be able to partake in some sake, captain?" Kazuha teased, but his tone doesn't quite match his somber expression.

Beidou sighed.

"Just this once, I'll forget about your height and let you drink. You deserve it after reading that letter."

"Thank you, Beidou."

Kazuha turned to look at you, a gentle smile resting on his face.

"And Mx. (Y/n)? When you write a letter back, tell him that Kaedehara Kazuha received his greetings."

[hippiegoth97]

Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Holiday Story Pt. 1

Description: It's the winter of 1986, and Steve Harrington is hosting a very special party at his home on Christmas Eve. All of your friends are in attendance, as well as your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Things are awkward to say the least, and it's safe to assume everyone has a very particular 'gift' on their wishlist this year. Will you and Eddie grant said request? Only time will tell...

Warnings: swearing, female reader, slight smut mention, alcohol use, drug use, angst, arguing, breakup, lots of tension, crying, heartbreak

Last Christmas Pt. 1

I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye...

You pull into Steve Harrington's driveway, parking behind Nancy's car. You kill the engine, stepping out into the cold Christmas Eve air. Crisp snow crunches under your black pumps as you waltz past all the other vehicles sitting outside. It seems everyone else has already arrived, including your ex, Eddie Munson. His van is sandwiched between Nancy and Steve's cars, no doubt he brought all the kiddos over for the party. You push the thought of Eddie away for the time being, continuing forward to the front door. You ring the doorbell when you reach the front step, gripping the gift you brought for White Elephant in your rapidly numbing hands. The door opens, and you're met with the one person you've been avoiding for the last six months. "Oh, hey, Y/N." Eddie says, standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Hey, Eddie." You reply flatly, showing no reaction on your face. You two stand in silence a moment, unable to move in this uncomfortable situation. You can't help taking him in, falling into the old habit of observing his handsome form. He's wearing his usual jeans and Reeboks as always. But he's got on the W.A.S.P. t-shirt you bought him for his birthday, with an unbuttoned red flannel on top of it. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the tats on his arms. And sitting atop his curly locks is a Santa hat with devil horns glued onto it, which would make you smile if not for the circumstances between you.

"Come on, dude! You're letting all the cold air in!" Steve shouts as he walks over, wondering why Eddie is gawking with the door wide open. "Oh, Y/N! We've been waiting for you. Come on in." Steve picks up on the tense energy between you, hoping his invitation inside will break it up. You press forward, just barely brushing against Eddie's shoulder as you step into the house. "Oh, I'll take that to put with the others." Steve says, holding out a hand for your gift.

"Oh, sure." You pass it off to him, and make your way to the living room where everyone is gathered. You can feel Eddie staring at your back, but you refuse to acknowledge him any further. "Hey everyone!" You announce your arrival to the others in the house, taking a spot on the large couch beside Robin and Argyle. Everyone greets you, before returning to the activities they were engaging in before your arrival. You settle into your seat, taking a gander around.

The Harrington household is notorious for being the most immaculately decorated home in Hawkins around the holidays. Steve's parents pay a pretty penny every year for a professional decorator. There's expertly crafted wreaths, and thick garlands of tinsel in every room. Mistletoe hangs from the ceilings, enticing any lovers that pass below it. Christmas themed knick knacks and statues sit on every table and shelf. The crown jewel of the entire seasonal dressing is the giant Christmas tree that sits in the corner of the living room. It's a real live tree, lush and green, the smell of pine filling the room. Priceless ornaments cover almost every branch, and multicolored lights are strung flawlessly around the foliage. And at the very tippy top of the behemoth sits a crystal angel, wings spread proudly with a gorgeous golden halo just barely below the ceiling. The presents everyone brought are nestled beneath it, laying casually on a velvet tree skirt. 

"You doin' alright, Y/N? I noticed a certain somebody opening the door to let you in." Robin says, leaning to whisper in your ear. It startles you away from your awestruck trance of admiring the decorations.

"Um...yeah. I'm fine. I guess I should've figured that would be a possibility. I know he's just as much a part of this group as I am." You try your best to sound okay with being in the same house, or the same room, with Eddie. But truth be told, it fucking sucks. Robin puts an arm on your back, attempting to comfort you. You soften at her touch, deciding to focus on having a good time tonight. Ex boyfriend or not, you refuse to have a crappy Christmas.

Eddie's POV

You hear the doorbell ring, signaling another guest's arrival. You don't even think about who it might be, offering to answer the door. You leave your seat on the couch, strutting over to the entryway. You grip the heavy handle, pulling on it to reveal who's waiting outside in the cold. You come face to face with Y/N, your ex-girlfriend. Fuck. You know she was invited as she's everyone's friend just like you are, but you really didn't want to be alone with her. It hurts too much, given the circumstances of your split. "Oh, hey, Y/N." You say dumbly, but she doesn't seem all that phased by your appearance.

"Hey, Eddie." She replies in an uncaring tone, which definitely stings. You can't seem to force any more words forward, let alone move out of the way to let her in. You're frozen in place, unable to resist looking her over. She's absolutely beautiful tonight, though you can't remember a time where she hasn't looked stunning. She's wearing a silky black dress with cuffed long sleeves, the length of the skirt sitting just below her knees. A sequin applique of three poinsettia flowers is sewn into the shoulder of the dress, giving a pop of festive color. She's got pantyhose on beneath the dress, black pumps adorning her feet, and her hair sits long and wavy past her shoulders. A thick belt cinches over the dress at her perfect waist, a simple gold buckle in the center of it. Cherry red lipstick makes her mouth look absolutely delicious, and for a minute there you almost forget that she doesn't belong to you anymore.

"Come on, dude! You're letting all the cold air in!" Steve shouts, walking over to stand beside you. He notices Y/N standing in front of you, greeting her kindly before leading her inside. She brushes against you, sending a flare up your shoulder from the contact. You close the door, turning to see her walking away from you to join the others. The image of her back to you puts you right back where you were six months ago. Back to the day where you made the stupid mistake of letting her go.

It's the end of June, the summer after you graduated from high school with Y/N, Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Argyle. You've been dating Y/N for a while, since the beginning of your third try at senior year when she turned eighteen. "Hey, baby. I missed you so much today." Y/N says as she presses a kiss to your cheek. You've been waiting all day for her to come home from her shift at the supermarket. Your relationship is so great, the two of you have so much in common. You play D&D together, smoke weed while listening to your metal tapes in the van, and she even bought a guitar for you to teach her how to play. She makes you so happy, and you want to give her everything she deserves. Which is why you have to break it off.

"I missed you too, sweetheart." You say nervously, twiddling your thumbs as your beautiful girlfriend sits beside you on your bed. She notices you acting strange, quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Something wrong, Eds?" She asks, leaning forward to stroke your arm. Her touch fizzles against your skin, which is only making it harder to stick to your decision. You can't hold her back from her potential. She has a chance at a bright future, starting college in a couple months. The world awaits her valiant conquest, whereas you have very little choice in career. Food service, retail, and maybe auto repair is all you'll ever amount to. What kind of man can you be for her with those options?

"Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about something." You manage to say, not wanting to leave her hanging. You avoid her gaze, breath stuttering as you brace yourself to say this awful thing. She nods in your periphery, and you continue. "W-well, we've been together a while. And you make me so happy, Y/N." You start, swallowing thickly. This has gotta be the hardest thing you've ever done.

"And you make me happy too, darling." She chimes in, thinking you're going in a different direction with this. She tries to kiss you again, on the lips this time. But you pull away, you can't turn back now. Her face falls at your rejection, realizing what's happening. Y/N can see the pained expression you carry now. "Have I done something wrong, Eddie?" She asks, tears welling in her eyes.

Your eyes flick to hers, regretting the decision to do so immediately. You sigh, shaking your head. "No, you haven't. I promise, there's nothing you could ever do wrong, angel." You insist, sensing a tear or two of your own threatening to roll down your cheeks.

"Then what is it? Is there someone else?" Her breath catches as she verbalizes that thought. Your heart pounds in your chest, a large lump forming in your throat. You face her now, you can't let her think for a single second that you're leaving her for another.

"No, never." Her expression doesn't change, she doesn't understand why the hell you're doing this. She stops touching you altogether, scooting away a little.

"So what is it, then?" She asks, almost angry now. She can't figure out where this is coming from. Or why you'd ruin this perfect thing you two have.

"Y/N, please. Don't make this harder than it already is." You hold back a sob, the salty tracks marking your skin against your will.

"Well, I don't get why we're doing this at all!" She shouts, crossing her arms. You were really hoping she wouldn't react this way. But what can you expect? You're breaking her heart, as well as your own.

"I don't want to, Y/N. Really, I-" You try to explain, but she cuts you off.

"Then why the fuck are you dumping me? I thought we loved each other! That it's us against the world! I want to be with you forever, Eddie!" She's practically screaming now, standing to separate herself from you further.

"Because I'm holding you back, Y/N! You really think an asshole like me with no prospects for the future can be enough for you? You have a chance to make something of yourself! I don't want to get in the way of that!" You shout back, getting on your feet as well. She looks at you incredulously, scoffing at your statements.

"Do you really think so lowly of me, and of yourself, to think I give a damn about whether or not you can be some big-shot? Jesus christ, Eddie! You know, you talk a helluva lot about nonconformity and being yourself. That's what I loved about you." You wince at her use of 'love' in the past tense. She walks up to you, poking your chest harshly. "You mean to tell me that's all bullshit? That you're just like everyone else that cares about status?" She shoves you backwards, wanting you to answer her. But you don't know what else to say. "God, you're a fucking hypocrite! I didn't care about any of that. I just wanted you. You were more than enough for me. You were my everything." She spits her words like venom, utterly pissed at you for blowing up the one thing she thought was meant to last forever. Her continued framing of your relationship as already over feels like a blade stabbing you deep in your chest.

You know she's right, but the damage has already been done. You try to think of a response, but she's rendered you speechless. Her lip trembles, the rage morphing into helpless tears. She wants you to take it back, say something, anything, to undo this. When you just stare at her, she scoffs again before turning her back to you. She snatches her purse from your dresser, heading for the front door. You don't want her to leave, you didn't want this to be a fight. You just want to do what's best for her, but clearly that's not what she wants. "Y/N, wait!" You call after her, reaching for her arm to still her in place.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She turns back to yell in your face, snatching her wrist away from you. "You want to throw this all away over stupid societal expectations? Fine! Don't call me, don't talk to me, don't even look at me anymore!" She shoves you repeatedly with every verbal blow, making you stumble backwards. You land on the couch, with her standing over you. Her face has gone red, and she's crying harder than you've ever seen. You've done the one thing you promised to never do. You've hurt her. "Stay in your lane like the fucking freak you are! I'll go 'make something of myself', and you stay here to be a big fat nothing! Is that better? Is this what you wanted?" She shouts through her violent sobs, using all of her willpower to not crumple to the floor before you.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." You say weakly.

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry too. Sorry for all the fucking time I wasted loving you." Y/N makes that final twist of the knife, finishing this bullshit you started. She pulls the door open, giving you one last tearful look before slamming it behind her.

You hear her get into her car, the tires squealing as she speeds far away from your trailer. The sound of her recedes until it's no longer there at all. She's gone, and it's all your fault. You feel sick to your stomach. You've fucked up the best thing you've ever had in life, and there's no way you're getting it back. Your head falls into your hands, uncontrollable sobs bursting forth from you.

Y/N POV

"Nog, Y/N?" Jonathan asks, holding out a cup as he returns from the kitchen.

"Thank you." You say kindly, taking the glass from his hand. You take a sip, caught by surprise at the heavy amount of spiced rum that Steve mixed into the eggnog. You look around at everyone, smiling at their joyful faces. The younger kids are snuggled up on the floor, watching the annual animated specials on the TV. Most of them are in Christmas sweaters and jeans or dress pants, although Eleven is wearing a cute red and green checkered dress, with a frilly green collar.

Steve sits alone in an armchair, a rather ugly sweater of his own covering his torso. He's able to pull it off though, nursing his own cup of boozy goodness. Nancy cuddles on Jonathan's lap on the loveseat, the spot you and Eddie used to share, wearing a black cocktail dress with a red ruffle around the top of it. Her man beneath her has a simple red button up on, nothing fancy really. Robin has a sweater that matches with Steve's, and she has cozy corduroy pants to compliment it. And Argyle is bundled up in layer after layer as he's not used to winter weather. You're surprised he even owns winter clothes, to be honest.

You notice Eddie sitting down in a chair he carried over from the dining table, separated from the rest of the group. You guess you've stolen his spot, but you pretend you don't feel bad about it. He spreads his legs wide, lazily sipping from his own cup. His eyes catch yours for a split second, and you quickly avert your gaze. Shit. This is going to be far from easy. You hastily chug the remainder of your glass, getting up for a refill. You're gonna need to be at least half-drunk to make it through tonight.

You walk into the kitchen, inspecting the spread of snacks and beverages. There's the typical party fare, chips and dip, veggie tray, meat and cheese plate, pizza rolls, etc. But there's some seasonal items as well, like the famous Harrington Christmas Cheese Ball, rolled in chopped nuts and cranberries. There's also festive sugar cookies, a yule log cake, and seven-layer bars. You fix yourself a plate with a little bit of everything. You'll need something to soak up some of the booze so you're not falling on your ass later. You make your way to the crystal bowl containing the nog, which sits beside some fruit punch Steve made for the kids. Picking up the ladle, you fill your cup almost all the way to the rim. That oughtta numb the unbearable pain of being in a twenty-foot radius of your lost love. "Aiming to be extra jolly this evening?" Nancy asks as she enters the room for some nibbles of her own.

You glance at her, smiling as fake-happily as you can. "You know it!" You can see her eyes change to those of sympathy, almost pity. You wish your friends would quit doing that, they've been looking at you that way ever since you and Eddie broke up. You imagine he's gotten identical looks just as regularly. "Please don't do that." You plead weakly, quickly becoming frustrated.

"He misses you, ya know. Talks about you all the ti-" Nancy tries to tell you how much Eddie regrets his decision. But that's just it, it was his decision. And he has the nerve to talk to her (and probably everyone else) like he's not the one that did this?

"I don't mean to be a bitch, Nance. But frankly, I don't give a fuck what he says. He broke up with me, remember?" You speak a little louder than you mean to, not making much effort to hide your anger. She goes quiet, startled by your temper. You sigh, forcing yourself to calm down. "Look, I just wanna get through tonight. Open presents, eat too much, get drunk. That's it. Okay?" You pick up your plate and cup, waiting for her to assure you that the subject will be dropped for the remainder of the party.

"Okay." She nods hurriedly, letting you go on your way. You go back to the party, noticing everyone is staring at you now as you enter the room. Great, they must have heard you shouting. You take a second to come up with something to say. You want to put their minds at ease, insist you have no intention of starting drama tonight.

You plaster on yet another disingenuous smile, playing off your anger. "Sorry, guys! That nog has gone straight to my head. I promise I'm alright now, you can stop worrying." They don't appear to be convinced, giving you those stupid, saddened eyes again. You hold back your sigh, keeping up this god-awful act. "Seriously, I'm fine! I can survive one night with the man who stomped on my heart, really!" You look at Eddie for a second, making sure he hears you loud and clear. He immediately meets your gaze, portraying a remorseful demeanor. "No hard feelings. No feelings at all, actually!" His face hardens at your jabs, that's how he usually looks when he's trying not to cry. Is it bad that seeing him do that simultaneously makes your heart ache, while also giving you a sick thrill?

"What a load of bullshit!" Erica pipes up, everyone's eyes snapping to her.

"Erica!" Lucas chides her, as he always does when she makes unwelcome comments.

"What? It's just the facts! I think we all know heartache when we see it." She looks around at everyone to emphasize her point, landing on you and Eddie. "And these two have the stink of it all over them! It's only a matter of time before they have a dose of Christmas spirit and make up like we've all been wishing for."

"That's enough! Please! I just want to have a good night with my friends. No drama, no arguing, alright?" You find yourself shouting again, which you really don't want to do. Your face burns red, and your stomach turns. You feel like the whole room is ganging up on you, Erica serving as the mouthpiece for their true thoughts about the situation.

"Y/N's right, it's Christmas Eve. We're supposed to be having a good time, not digging up ancient history." Steve jumps in, trying to help you out. He gives you a kind glance, which you're very thankful for. "So, no more relationship talk. Alright?" He warns the kids, and they mumble their hesitant agreement.

You breathe out loudly, puffing your cheeks. Your feet can finally move again, and you leave Eddie's proximity to rejoin Robin. She pats your thigh, and you put your hand on top of hers. "I'm sorry about that, Y/N. I told everyone to cool it, but you know this bunch. They love being in everyone's business." She speaks in a hushed tone. She's probably been your closest friend through all of this, hanging out with you as much as possible so you don't get lonely. It also helps that she's your roommate at the community college. You watch movies together in your dorm, snuggling up in thick blankets while stuffing your faces with ice cream and crying about how much romance sucks.

"It's fine. It's done now." Is all you manage to say, picking listlessly at your food. The others tend to spend more time with your former counterpart, as most of them are in his little Hellfire Club and everything. You still see them sometimes, but it feels like they've kinda picked his side as opposed to yours. They've told you over and over that they understand where you're coming from, but that Eddie wasn't necessarily wrong to want the best for you.

The room is collectively quiet for a good while, save for Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer playing on the TV. Everyone occasionally exchanges awkward glances, acknowledging the roiling tension forming inside you. You can sense them all taking turns checking on you with their pupils, Eddie included. You keep your head pointed down at your lap, struggling to hold it together. You really didn't think this would be so fucking impossible. It's one night, with just one person out of thirteen that you can't stand to be around. You're an adult, and you really wanted to be mature about this. All you can do is drink your booze and munch away mindlessly on your snacks. Any attempt at conversation will make you fall to pieces, and you refuse to ruin your makeup. Not for Eddie, not for anyone.

"Hey, Y/N. You wanna join me and Rob outside?" Argyle pipes up, leaning forward at you with a joint in his hand. You don't recall him saying a word to Robin since you're sitting right here. But maybe you missed it, tuning out everything around you for the sake of saving your tears. You glance at him, finding a much-needed friendly face. Your eyes flick to Robin, and she pleads with you wordlessly to join them.

"Alright. Some fresh air couldn't hurt." You sigh, setting your refreshments on the coffee table in front of you. You stand with your couch-mates, heading for the back door to smoke on the pool deck.

"Y/N, take my coat. It's freezing out there, and I noticed you didn't come here with one. It's just by the door back there." Steve calls to you from his chair, and you see what he's talking about as Argyle slides open the glass door.

"Thanks, Steve." You call back, picking up the puffy blue coat and slipping it on. It's nice and warm, and smells like Drakkar Noir. Steve's favorite cologne. You only know that because he asked for it for his birthday. He ended up with ten bottles of it, as he'd told everyone the same thing. It was pretty hilarious that he'd reveal yet another brand new box of cologne as he opened his gifts at the little party he hosted. You smile at the memory, but that quickly turns to a frown when you remember sitting comfortably on Eddie's lap the whole time. Kissing, giggling, which led to the typical red-hot fucking when you went home with him later that night.

It's hard to find any memory in the last couple years that isn't tainted with your ex-metalhead's presence. Birthdays, Halloween, graduation, or even just a regular Tuesday. None of it is safe. You see him everywhere. In the faces of your friends, or your morning bowl of Honeycomb cereal. Even your own reflection in the mirror has traces of him scattered around it. You'd tricked yourself into thinking you weren't as hurt as you actually are, at least you thought you did. But clearly seeing him again, after six months, has opened up every last wound and scar you've tried so hard to hide away. "You okay?" Robin asks, breaking you out of your heart-wrenching trance.

"No. Not really." You can't hide anymore, though you imagine nobody bought your pretense anyways. You inhale sharply, seeing your own breath billow forward like dragon's smoke into the winter air. The three of you are sitting in the lounge chairs by the pool, the flexible plastic has gone brittle in the cold. A large tarp covers the chlorinated water, thick strings tied through the brass rings to keep the material nice and tight to repel any debris.

"Well, hopefully some primo doobage will put you at ease, my heartbroken friend." Argyle says as he lights the joint. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in while passing the joint to you. You gladly accept it, hoping you'll chill the fuck out soon. You've barely been here two hours, and you already want to take a dive into the icy waters of Lover's Lake. You breathe the herbal smoke in deeply, welcoming the slight burn to your throat as it warms your lungs. You give the blunt to Robin, doing your best to hold your breath.

"Let's hope for the best, Gyle." You reply, exhaling the skunky smoke with a slight cough. You lay back against your chair, snuggling up in Steve's coat. You pull your hands up into the sleeves, warming up your tingling fingers.

"You wanna talk about it?" Robin asks through strained breath.

"I guess. Probably better than stewing in that damn room all night, while everyone looks at me like I'm a goddamn invalid or something." You don't mean to sound so bitter, but you don't exactly like being treated like a wounded puppy either. You take your turn with the blunt again, needing another hit before you spill your guts. "I just-" Your throat catches, that familiar sting of oncoming tears forming a lump that threatens to choke you. "I didn't realize how difficult this would be. I thought six months would be long enough. To stop hurting, and stop missing him. To be able to be around him for a few lousy hours and be together as a group for once." A couple tears worm their way from your ducts, quickly turning ice cold as they run down your cheeks. Dammit, your mascara is gonna leave tell-tale marks all over your face.

"If it makes you feel any better, he was a total mess when you guys split. He was high and drunk out of his mind every day for weeks. He was crying constantly, barely eating or sleeping. That's the most fucked up I've ever seen him be before, Steve had to talk some serious sense into him to get his act together." Robin says, much to your surprise. She's never told you that before, nobody has. You suppose they didn't want you to feel guilty, which you definitely would have. Eddie may have been the one to break things off, but you didn't make the kindest of exits either.

"It doesn't, but thanks." You try your best attempt at a smile, appreciating the knowledge that he's just as bad off as you are. If not worse. 

"You know, I think I speak for all us brochachos when I say you two need to hash things out." Argyle suggests. He sees you about to shoot down that idea, but he puts a hand up to stop you. "I'm not sayin' you gotta make up with him. But clearly there's some unfinished business between you two. And I think it's only fair in the spirit of Christmas for you to have a little chat." He looks at you, as seriously as you've ever seen him. It's strange, like finding a two-headed sheep or something. "Just somethin' to think about, that's all. We love both you guys either way." He finishes, taking his last turn with the joint as it's almost burned away.

You glance at Robin again, hoping she'll have anything else to say. To tell you that it's not a good idea, and that she doesn't want you to do it. But no words leave her lips, she's just silently begging again. Clearly you've been set up here, the whole group conspiring to get you and Eddie to have a little talk. You know they're probably right. But you can't do it, and least not right now. "I'll think about it. But regardless of how it goes, I'm not getting back together with him!" You exclaim in frustration, taking your last drag. You wonder if this batch is a little weak, you're still extremely stressed out. Neither the alcohol, or the sweets, or the damn marijuana are doing anything to calm your nerves.

"Whatever you say, my dude. It's your decision." Argyle pats your knee in a comforting way, insisting that you'll have the support of your friends no matter what.

"Hey, potheads! Hurry up, it's time for presents!" Max shouts to you, before scurrying back to the living room.

The three of you stand up together, and you wipe your eyes so Eddie won't see you've been crying. You really don't wanna go back in there, but you refuse to let him win. You sniffle, following the others into the warmth of the house and kicking the snow off your shoes. Hopefully a friendly game of White Elephant will brighten everyone's moods.

To be continued...

[protegeofthedarklord]

Will anyone checkout my Tom Riddle fanfiction?

His Celestine

So, I wrote this fanfiction of Tom Riddle. It has 12 chapters now.

Summary:

" Go back, Tom! I do not love you anymore." tears threatened to fall from my eyes but I could not show them. He was not anymore; the Tom Riddle I knew back at Hogwarts. He was Lord Voldemort, the protector of the wizards and witches, the nightmare of the muggle and muggle-born and the "emperor" of this horrible world. "You were always a bad liar you know Celestine" Tom's handsome face came into my view. My breath stopped. How can someone so horrible be so handsome from the outside? His hot breaths were somehow making me feel even more weak. His lips were inches apart from me. "Tom," I said with my choked voice. His warm lips crashed on mine.

Meet Celestine Bell, she is the perfect girl. She was the Ravenclaw head Girl, straight O's in her N.E.W. T's and O.W.Ls. She has many male admirers but her heart beats only for one person Tom Riddle.

"Celestine, you know Tom, right? All he does is use girls and dispose of them" Anne said.

"I know Anne but--" Celestine stopped as she saw Tom in front of her with his friends.

Meet Tom Riddle, the perfect boy in front of teachers and the bad boy of the school. Head boy of Slytherin. He has never been the one to believe in love. He thought of love as a distraction. His goals were clear to him always. Girls were just someone to use and throw according to him. But when a certain Brunette named Celestine made his heartbeat could he control himself? 

"You make me feel unexplainable things, Celestine. I never felt like this before."

"Felt like what Tom?" Celestine's innocent face looked too cute for Tom to resist. Celestine was not like other girls. He knew Celestine was his and only his. 

"Alive" Saying this Tom's lips crashed on Celestine's.

"Really baby! That's amazing" Celestine looked at her daughter proudly.

"Mum, I have a GK quiz tomorrow," Amelia said.

"That's bad! I had thought we could spend some time in the park today. Now we have to cancel it." Celestine pretended to fake whine. She wanted to spend some time with her daughter, but her tests were important too. She would have to change the plans.

"No mum! It's GK, it is easy. It is all about our emperor the dark lord, the wizarding society and how we muggle should behave in front of them" Amelia said with pleading eyes.

Celestine sighed.

"Mum my homeroom teacher gave you a letter" Amelia said. She looked exactly like her father, but her behaviour was not like him. Thank goodness!

Celestine opened the letter and sighed at the contents. It was a letter regarding late fees. Her money supplies had been running short. She would again have to get a loan from the bank. If she were a witch now, she would have no financial problems. But she was a poor muggle now. She was running away from her family and Tom. Scratch that, she was running away from Lord Voldemort. Why? Because she did not believe in all that nonsense about blood superiority and in this world, those who defied Lord Voldemort had no place to live.

"Celestine Bell, would you like to join the Order of the Phoenix, it is an organization run by Dumbledore for the fall of He who must not be named" the man in the black cloak asked.

"No" Celestine disliked Tom's activities but that did not mean she would betray her love.

The man seemed annoyed but said, " You still Like him?"

"I LOVE him and will always do." 

"If you join your daughter can have a better life. You would never have financial problems" the man whispered leaning closer to Celestine.

"If you are bribing me then you are doing a very bad job at it" Celestine said standing up.

The world is now being ruled by lord Voldemort. The muggles are no longer in the dark about the wizarding world. All muggles are taught how worthless they are and how they should worship their emperor and the wizards. Celestine who finds out about Tom's hideous plan ran into hiding. But what happens when she finds out she is pregnant with Tom's child? What happens when Tom finds out about Celestine? Will Celestine join the order? Will Tom forgive Celestine? Will Celestine forgive Tom? Will sparks fly again amidst the chaos?

Warnings: Mature content, toxic relationship

Available on Wattpad and Webnovel

[roseonne]

pillars made of stars

The GOD-za trio ponders on a whimsical, hypothetical motif for their fabulous troupe.

happy 7th a3!nniversary ! ( ao3 link )

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And thus comes nightfall.

The entirety of Veludo Way lights up in a wink, making sure that all life shall keep moving even through the sun's temporary absence.

The star-filled expanse of the evening skies seem to invite those who happen to look up to witness its beauty from their homes to come out and admire it some more. The moon's gentle rays add the perfect touch to invoking senses of introspection and gratitude meant for such a special night like this.

Within the safety, comfort, and warmth of being indoors, Shift is quietly glued to a corner, just right by the window.

Haruto notices. The top actor's been watching the outside world go by since the moment he stepped inside his senior's apartment; with Madoka tagging along, of course.

"Wow..." Shift mumbles softly to himself, but clear enough for Haruto to perceive.

Is there something out there that he likes? If so, what is it? Could he perhaps be eyeing a little trinket being sold just across the street that he's too embarrassed to ask about? Odd. The word 'embarrassed' isn't normally partnered with Shift's name.

"Hey," Haruto speaks at last, after coming from the kitchen and helping himself onto the couch, "what's wrong? You're being too quiet, it's quite alarming."

Shift merely lets out a stifled laugh. "Don't worry Haruto-san, it's nothing," he assures his senior with a raised thumb.

"Maybe you're just hungry?" Madoka too must have heard and hence he asks; a phone remains in his hand as he returns from receiving a quick call. "The food's on its way, I think."

"Nah, I'm alright!" Shift insists, beaming with his signature smile. "Really, I am."

Haruto grunts, not so much as satisfied with Shift's minimal responses. But, regardless of how curiousーno, he's not worriedーhe is, he won't pry. This kid doesn't get a lot of chances to act his actual age in the first place. So as his respectable senior, Haruto will no longer criticize him for how he chooses to behave. (He mentally wishes for Shift to take it easy, though.) "Fine, if you say so. Just tell us immediately if you need anything, ya hear?"

"Ayeeee, sir!" The easygoing cheer in Shift's voice that Haruto and Madoka are used to hearing is now back in full effect. Finally. The two consider it a relief. (A big one, at that.)

"Uhm... If you don't mind me asking though, what exactly were you looking at?" The playwright bashfully asks. He walks over to where Shift is seated, and crouches down to his knees beside him.

Curiosity may not have overcome Haruto, but it evidently got the better of Madoka. Oh well. The youngest gladly points to the sky anyway, poking at the little twinkling lights scattered all over it.

"I see." Haruto proceeds as well to stand alongside his juniors, an arm proudly resting on his hip. "Fabulous, aren't they?"

One may think, stargazing is a common recreational activity that families and friends enjoy together on lovely, starry evenings. And it certainly is; until the 'families and friends' in question is GOD-za's famously inseparable trio. With how busy these three are individually and collectively, any supposed time to spare for leisure is rather spent either addressing matters of urgent concern and/or perfecting themselves for the utmost performances to ever grace theater's centerstage. So brief moments like this when the spinning of their worlds slow down a notch (or two), truly equates to a breath of fresh air that each of them hasn't fully realized they all needed at this point.

"Ah!" Madoka suddenly springs to his feet. As if having remembered, he hands the phone he used earlier back to Haruto. "Thank you very much."

"Anytime." He graciously accepts it. "Were you able to contact who you were planning to?"

Madoka politely nods. "I just ordered flowers for my brother."

"Oh, from the flower shop I know of?"

"That's the one!" A chuckle escapes the youngest Ikaruga sibling's lips. "I figured my brother would probably like his motif flowers as a present... Erーaside from onigiris, of course."

"Probably?" Haruto raises an eyebrow. "Madoka, he'll love anything as long as they're from you."

With a remark as such, Haruto could almost see for himself just how heartwarming this brotherly interaction will turn out when it does actually happen. The wishful smile on Madoka's face screams years and years of yearning for a family's love; something he's ever wanted, deserved, and will from now on have to get used to living with for the rest of his life. Good for him.

"Hm... Motif flowers? Mankai Company has them, right?" Shift recalls out loud, breaking the silence that once filled the room (and the mood). "If I remember correctly I think Azami has one assigned to him too!"

"All of them each have their own distinct flower. Although it also depends on the troupe they belong to, I believe." Haruto explains, as a-matter-of-fact-ly; while reclaiming his seat on the sofa. How did he know all this? Let's just say he's that keen as an observant of important details.

"Whoa!" Shift also scoots over to the center table only a couple inches away from him. "We should have flowers for us too!"

"HAH!?"

"Flowers, huh? Well, it does suit their aesthetic." Madoka considers, clutching his chin in thought. "But I'm not really sure if it's in line with GOD-za..."

"Exactly!" Haruto demands, hysterical in both word and deed. "If we're to set a motif for ourselves then it has to reflect GOD-za as a theater company. It has to accurately capture the essence of each member, not only as an employee but also as a person. It should also... And with a... But it must not..."

Amidst the pink-haired's nearly endless rattling, it's as though a lightbulb has been lit that Shift and Madoka come to what appears to be a telepathic agreement between them.

"Whimsically," Shift begins.

"Hypothetically," Madoka adds.

"Haruto-san. If you had to choose something to represent us, GOD-za, what would it be?"

Taking a sip from the cup of tea he brought with him from the kitchen a while ago, Haruto lets out a snarky sigh. "That's easy. We all know the answer to that."

"Uhm... Birthstones?" Madoka attempts a guess, despite hesitating. 

"Eh. Not bad. But too predictable."

"How about our favorite food, then?" Shift also tries swinging his take around. Anyone who knows him likewise knows that he's thinking about just one type of food to assign himself to.

Haruto smacks a palm onto his forehead. "What are we, a restaurant?"

Guiding his juniors onto the same page as he is, is proving to be a much harder task than he expected. But they ought to step up their game; for Haruto's just about to show them what it looks like to be inside the realm of someone already treading the path of eternal beauty.

In one, quick swoop of his round lilac eyes towards the window, Haruto urges them to see once more, what's lies ahead from there. He witnesses a familiar fire light up in both Shift's and Madoka's gazes as they follow through not long later.

The three all share a knowing, insightful look. And without saying anything else, they all turn their heads to the sky; the fabulous answer they so seek, now presents itself gloriously before them.

"The stars!" Madoka exclaims, clearly convinced.

"OHHH!" Shift adjusts himself to view the heavens again, rightfully intrigued.

"Constellations," Haruto repeats, raising his arms up and lacing his fingers together at the back of his head, utterly fulfilled, "there is no other match."

Indeed. The evening has progressed nicely into a darker shade of the night; the moon reigning high up on her throne. And just as the stars seem to sparkle more than they ever have so far, but way before any of them could even recognize the various patterns these glistening lights form into, the food they ordered for dinner that Madoka referred to arrives at long last; pausing any and all sorts of discussion the trio's in the middle of tackling.

Haruto fills in the duty of accepting its delivery and providing payment for such. While he's away, however, mischievous Shift has a secret plan up his sleeve.

Suspiciously crawling his way towards Madoka, he whispers to him with a hoarse voice, "do you think we can talk Reni-san into this?"

"Into having our own motifs!?" Madoka's eyes turn as round as donuts in surprise. "But I thought this was only a hypotheticalー"

"Oh, c'mon. Let's try it! Just once, I promise!" Shift clasps his hands in plea. He doesn't look nor sound like he's backing down from this one any time soon.

Causing Madoka to find himself in a tight pinch. "Well... Maybe we could, butー"

"Great!!" Shift rapidly rubs his palms together. "Let's surprise Haruto-san!!"

Madoka scrambles forth into a panic. "W-Wait! I think we should talk everything out to everyone first..."

"Talk about what?"

Hearing Haruto's stern, regal presence all of a sudden leaves their insides tingling with either anxiety or excitement. Well. Actually, maybe both.

"Haruto-saaaaan!" Shift rushes to his fellow actor in a swift, carefree sprint. "We'll live up to all your expectations, just you wait and seeeee!"

Madoka scurries close after him, desperately hoping to stop him in his tracks on time. "Shift-san, noooo!"

"Haaah!?"

And thus is how the dearly adored GOD-za trio concludes their 27th of January. Loud, but fun. Unironically usual, and perfectly on brand.

Their not-so whimsical, hypothetical zodiac-based motif proposal must still undergo a rather tedious evaluation by the higher-ups, unfortunately; but in hindsight, doesn't it make total sense?

Madoka as Pisces; creative, gentle, and kind.

Haruto as Virgo; hardworking, loyal, and sympathetic.

Shift as Libra; charming, friendly, and acts as a bridge between people.

Whether or not GOD-za approves of such a gig, no thing nor person can ever take away the fact that these three are ultimately meant to be the pillars of the most fabulous theater troupe in Veludo Way.

[killyjae]

Just some stupid Christian shit.

I'm a Satanist, and I've been a Satanist for pretty much 10 years now. I live in an extremely red state, and one of the worst ones. This is a real shithole that practically everyone I knew fled as soon as we all graduated, except for my ex who is just as psychotic as I am.

Anyway, I go to a pentecostal church sometimes just for fun. I'm respectful because the person who takes me was helped by the church with her addiction. She feels like god saved her, yada yada yada, good for her. No one there knows I'm Satanic, and the friend I go with is gay and he's probably the only one who knows I'm a lesbian. I keep my Satanism a secret because I could get in very big danger from the rednecks here who bring guns everywhere and pray for a second civil war. We all know religious freedom in this country is bullshit.

A couple weeks ago at that church, my friend cried because he was suddenly afraid that he would be judged by his painted nails, and he approached one of the reverends, and I followed. I intend to hear everything these people have to say. The reverend told my friend that he paints his nails because the gentiles and the devil pressure him to. Gentiles, pressuring a cis man to paint his nails in this society? Really? And they all, as a hivemind, told my friend that he needs to stop that and devote his life to serving god, and all I could do was silently watch and give no input, because rebellion is the biggest sin of them all to the church. They demand total obedience. I got to show my friend support when we were alone, and I brushed the ordeal off because, frankly, that's the shit I have to put up with 24/7 in this area. This is the norm for me. It wasn't until today that I realized how actually fucked up that was.

They claim to be a sanctuary, but they'll hound you if you're so different as to paint your nails. I won't even say what they told me about my septum piercing I wear with pride. I took everything they had to say with a fake smile. I've played this game my entire life, they can't hurt me. I will only smile and take it unless resistance is absolutely necessary, like if they were to hound my friend over something bigger, like his gayness. Then, I'll proudly stand against them in their own home.

I've gotten tame in my game against the church, now I just lie and smile, but when I was littler, I acted out against it. Now I work behind the scenes, but it was insane as a child. In a completely extremist Christian area with a small population, I was truly the one and the only one who actively said this wasn't right. I was regularly beaten as a child for my disobedience by everyone, so I was used to it. If it was the devil pulling me away from the church, so be it. The devil was pulling me away from my abusers, then. I was constantly told to fit in a box everyone knew I couldn't fit in, and if I didn't force myself to break myself to fit, then I was beaten and damned.

My psychosis which came from constant ongoing trauma was my punishment for my sin, a real sign that god hates me. I was only a child. A bunch of ungodly things happened to me at the hands of adults. I was only a child. And it was my fault. I'm broken and everyone hates me because I constantly rebelled. All I needed to do was obey to have a good childhood. But we know better than that. I think it was pretty hard and badass of me as a child to pretend I was a prince, I don't really know what for, and to take a marker to every Bible I was given, and write my own rules. My life is my own, and I'll gladly go to hell. If Christians go to heaven, then I want nothing to do with heaven. I am what I am, and nothing will stop that. I'm a rebel, and I will never fit your mold.

[solarstellarstar]

#Muse answer to basic Q&A ✨

Made by @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat - thank you vv much for tagging <3 (tagging @vynsloveblogger and @the--igarashi--family to do this WOO)

Lets go~★

What's your name? Is there a meaning behind it?

"I was born with the name Setsuna Fumika. My surname comes from my mother! ...I heard that 'Setsuna' can mean star, I think that's totally fitting!~"

Any prefered Alias or nickname that you'll like to be called as?

"I chose Solar as my stage name and to be honest, I prefer it a teeny bit more than Setsuna. It's not that I hate the name or... the person I used to be but I feel more comfortable as my idol persona Solar."

What kind of person do you think you are?

"I have a lot of potential to rise as an idol! And I consider myself extremely lucky because if it were for any other circumstances... I probably wouldn't be here. Oh, that's what Lunar said. I don't wanna seem cocky or anything."

When is your birthday? How do you celebrate it?

"The sixteenth day of May! This means I'm a Taurus! I honestly don't know a lot about astrology but it sounds pretty cool. When I do have enough funds, I could hold a massive celebration but for now it's just a small party in my room with my closest friends."

What's your age?

"Everyone needs to hear this: SEVENTEEN. Because if I get asked one more time to act like a literal baby just because it seems 'cute' I'm going to LOSE IT- Come on... why can't you all understand I'm grown? I'm... not a child anymore..."

What's your gender?

"I really love expressing my feminity with different outfits such as dresses, miniskirts and high heels... but I don't mind wearing a suit and tie from time to time."

How tall are you? Are you satisfied with your height?

"Listen closely: a hundred and seventy-nine centimetres. Aha!~ It's such a blessing being so tall, I wish I got a picture of Subaru-kun's face when he realised I was one centimetre taller than-

What you looking at? I-"

[Scrambles to hide her shoes]

"My height is natural! I'm not cheating! Stop it!!!"

*PLEASE STAND BY*

Where did you come from?

"Dunno. I guess I just... spawned."

// solar that's probably not what they meant

"OH! I meant- I was born somewhere in Japan but my dad forgot to tell me which city. We didn't move into Kaminishi until I was thirteen."

What charm do you suppose that you possess?

"Don't you think I'm adorable? Look at me- absolute cuteness!~"

// admin is currently cringing. wtf solar you literally said you weren't a child four questions ago

Do a voice impression, will you?~

"Ehh... my voice is significantly higher than those I know- it's worth a shot. Ahem!"

"Please... can you... step on me? It's going to... hurt... and I like that... a lot."

[Immediate regret.]

Name one of your favourite activities, can you?~

"Other than singing and dancing, I do love picking outfits out for myself. Seriously, my closet is really large! And I do have a huge collection of shoes."

How do you greet someone in the morning?

"Uhm... I wake up extremely early. Early as 5am because... I am really busy and I'm sure no one would like to talk with me at 5am, ehe."

What's the last thing you say to someone before going to bed?

"Sweet dreams~ Maybe... I'll appear in them!-"

"Eugh... that was incredibly cheesy..."

Favourite possession (item)?

[Sets her feet onto the table, proudly showing off her high heels.]

"Saying I love them is an extreme understatement. They're really fashionable and even though they might look tall, they barely change my height! I'm pretty much the same height without these."

// admin: 🗿

Why not talk about your hairstyle a little?~

"These? These are totally real."

[Places both hands on both space buns]

"A lot of people assume that these are just hair extensions- they're not! I guess I just do have long hair... and I have to use a lot of hairsprays. Also, space buns became a signature thing for me ever since I was seven years old! My dad didn't know how to style longer hair so I did it myself. But... it wasn't until I got to school that these actually got fixed and tidied. My hairstyle now is just a combination of that and my hair down. I really like how I look in both, so why not combine?"

Any unique characteristics on you?

"I don't really know... because I don't wanna come off as cocky. But other people do say I'm... airheaded? Is that really true?"

Do you have a special nickname to call someone?

"Only Lunar and Hiromi knew this- but I do refer to someone 'Kamineko' from time to time. It's a codename... aha! The reason why is a secret!!"

What's your favourite colour and why?

[Stares blankly at interview camera]

"It's flipping burgundy."

[Obvious sarcasm.]

What do you enjoy doing?

"Running through the rain together with someone that's close to me. Yeah, it sounds like something straight out of a movie but the adrenaline rush is super fun!"

What's your special skill?

"Flexibility!~"

"It's super useful during dance routines, I think my skill makes them look even better!"

Demonstrate a short love confession! I dare you~

*Cue slow music*

"You're a giant inspiration for me and for some reason... I can't think straightly when I'm around you. You just have been so caring from the start and you were always looking out for me."

[Clasps both hands together]

"Please give me the honourable chance of becoming your girlfriend! I promise... I can make you the happiest person in the world!"

"You mean everything to me... Senpai!"

[Record scratch]

"...Wait. Please cut that ending out of the final recording! You're not going to show it- are you?! I just got carried away- it's only a hypothetical situation!! I'M NOT CRUSHING ON-"

*PLEASE STAND BY*

Your favourite food, and why?

"Purin. The reason is simple: it's yummy."

Your favourite drink, and why?

"...strawberry soda is nice."

Any favourite book?

"Does this count? It's technically a play but I absolutely loved studying A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

Any favourite genre of movie? Hmm, why?

"A good romance drama is the best type to binge-watch! Even if they're just fictional, romance media actually give me a lot of inspiration and ideas-"

Favourite music? Why?

"It's too difficult to just settle on one music genre. There are so many I adore and I personally love to scream sing songs in my room... but the main type I perform is jpop."

What's your weakness?

"Why would I reveal that?"

// admin here. her weakness is loud noises and obviously: fluffy romance.

Anyone that you respect?~

"Lunar, Hiromi and Kou-senpai all have aided me in different ways on my journey to be an idol. They're all so talented and... personally, my talent can never even come close to theirs. I wanna know if there is a way that I could repay them..."

// admin here. i wish i could list my entire follower list here but fortunately there is so many of you that I cant fit you all into one post <3

Do you have a wish?

"I guess... debut as an idol and become a star? Becoming an inspiration to others with bravery and confidence sounds ideal for me. Perhaps I could use that confidence to reveal how I really feel..."

[springgirlwaiting4fall]

I am a selfish bitch...I just love being in your stories.

Imagine the two of us spending a day at the beach. We have some fun, we chill...and then it happens. There's some guys nearby that demand our attention! They're so hot!

How do we manage to start a conversation? Do they like us...or are we obnoxious as usual and fuck it up? Does one of us get lucky that day? Did WE meet our future husbands?

This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever written (and that’s saying a lot) but I proudly present to you…

Steph and Christine’s Beach Meet Up With Cash and Dax

It was a gorgeous day at Emerald Isle Beach in North Carolina. Christine turned over onto her stomach to start tanning her back. Rolling over she saw her best friend Stephanie trying not to grimace as sand got onto her towel. Christine laughed out loud, but said “you’re a good friend mama.” The two girls were enjoying their first vacation together. Some days they did things they both enjoyed, waking up late, going to brunch and followed by shopping. Other days one girl picked the activity. Like yesterday, Steph picked out an Art Museum and they spent all day there looking at every piece. Christine followed Steph around and smiled nodding her head and agreeing with whatever her friend was saying about the art.

So naturally it was Christine turn to pick and Steph was being a good sport and not pretending to melt in the hot sun and be grossed out by ocean water and sand. “At least there is occasional cute guy walking by,” Steph shrugged. That was definitely true but they weren’t ready for the two men who were about to walk on to the beach. They didn’t even notice them, too engrossed in their own conversation. It wasn’t until both men stood up and started walking to the water, that both Steph and a Christine sat up and stared. Both of their mouths dropped open.

“Did you see him?” Christine turned to ask her bestie.

“How could I not?” Stephanie replied back.

They both said the same thing at he same time. “I never thought I would be into a guy with…”

They ended their sentences different though with Steph saying mullet and Christine saying mustache.

The girls grinned at each other, before laughing. They were each checking out the different guy. Both thought that guys in that good of shape and so handsome would never be into them. But it was still fun to imagine and daydream together about what it would be like, if by some miracle they did show interest. The joking and laughing instantly stopped when the two men started walking out of the water. It was like something out of a movie. Water droplets falling off their muscles as they walked up the sand back to their chairs.

Steph and Christine had to look away and avoid eye contact to stop themselves from giggling like teenagers. Steph went back to her phone and Christine went back to her book. Besides a side glance every now and than they ignored their new beach neighbors. Until they felt the sun being blocked, they both looked up and saw the two guys standing over them.

“Hi ladies,” the guy with the mustache started introductions. “I’m Dax and this is Cash.” Cash smiled and Christine saw Steph’s face turn bright red. Christine couldn’t judge her face was red as soon as Dax started to talk.

Cash nodded over to their chairs and coolers “we hope this isn’t too forward or anything, but we were about to have a drink and wanted to know if you wanted to join us?”

The two women exchanged a look. They didn’t need to say anything to know what the other one was thinking. Is this really happening and hell yeah they were going to join them for a drink. Christine and Steph walked over to the guys beach spot and introduced themselves.

Dax open their cooler and pulled out a huge bottle of what looked like tequila. While Cash pulled out throwaway shot glasses. Dax poured everyone a glass and raised his cup.

Everyone followed his lead and raised their glass. A boldness that Steph never exhibited before spoke up “here’s to new friends,” her eyes never leaving cash. The foursome clinked their shots, Dax, Cash, Steph threw their shots back. Christine tried to sip, but her body rejected the strong liquor and she couldn’t finish the shot.

Dax laughed “that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He took the shot from her. “How about I finish this and get you a soda instead?”

Cash turned to Stephanie. “Would you like another shot?”

She shook her head. “No thanks. I’m more one beer and done type of girl.”

Cash grinned at her. “Me too.” His smile faded as he realized he just called himself a girl. “I mean boy. Uh man.” It was adorable. Cash was adorable.

The group stayed on the beach, talking and getting to know each other; Until the lifeguards were closing the beach today. Christine was still feeling shy, but Cash was bringing out something new in Steph. “Since you guys shared your drinks with us, how about we treat you to dinner tonight.”

Dax and Cash smiled. They planned to meet later tonight on the boardwalk.

“Is this really happening?” Christine asked as she looked at all the sundresses she laid out on the bed.

Stephanie came out of the bathroom looking absolutely stunning in her favorite ripped black jeans and a red silk blouse. “It is. We are going out to dinner with the hottest guys we have ever seen.”

Christine picked out a dress and walked to the bathroom to get dressed. “The hottest guys who are also the nicest and so funny.” It was hard not to be nervous. But there was also a strange calmness, like all of this was meant to be. Especially when they walked to the agreed meeting place five minutes early and Cash and Dax were already waiting for them.

Both men were pacing in front of the restaurant, definitely looking like they were nervous as well. When they noticed their dates they walked right over to them. Cash whispered in Steph’s ear that she looked gorgeous and he guided her into restaurant his hand almost touching her lower back. Every once in a while his fingers would lightly press against her. You could see that while Cash brought out a side of boldness in Steph, she brought out his shyness. It was almost too cute. It was the exact opposite with Dax and Christine. Christine’s face still turned bright red when Dax looked her in the eyes and told her she was the prettiest thing he ever seen, before taking her hand into his and leading her into the restaurant.

The food was delicious, but it was nothing to their conversation that flowed at the table. They all sat at the same table and included everyone but, it was very clear that this was a date. Cash focused in on Steph and Dax focused on Christine. Each couple split a desert together. When the bill came the guys took it, before Steph or Christine could try and grab it. The girls wanted to pay but Cash and Dax refused.

They walked out of the restaurant and it was clear, no one wanted the night to end so early. Without anyone saying anything, it was just decided that they would stroll down the boardwalk. This time Christine and Cash took charged and both grabbed their dates hand. Walking up the boardwalk they window shopped and enjoyed the summer breeze. They were by the amusement pier and carnival games style were lined up in a row.

Cash pulled Stephanie to the dart balloon pop game. “Let me show you how to throw a dart.” He handed the worker a couple bills and was handed 3 darts. He stood behind Steph, one hand on her hip, the other on her wrist. He whispered in her ear how to pull back, before extending her arm forward. “Keep both eyes on the ballon you want to pop.” The little breaths he took left goosebumps all over her neck. He helped her throw the first two and let her throw the 3rd on her own. Each time she threw one a ballon popped and she won a plush bulldog with an overbite.

Meanwhile Dax had taken Christine over to the squirt gun racing game. He paid for one and had Christine sit on her lap, he than put his hands over her and whispered in her ear. “Let’s win this thing.” It was hard to concentrate being so close to Dax, but somehow they did win And they walked away with a frog with a sombrero hat.

The group met back together in front of the ride ticket booth. “How about a couple rides?” Cash asked and

Stephanie was already bouncing on her toes. She loved anything that was too fast or too high. But than she looked over at her best friend who while smiling looked like a nervous wreck. She knew Christine hated ride and was afraid of heights. Steph was a friend first. She always followed the rules hos over bros, and was about to suggest something else instead.

Dax noticed Christine fake smile and while he didn’t mind rides, he wanted to see his date have a real smile. “How about you two do rides? And Christine and I go take a walk on the beach instead.”

Christine and Stephanie exchanged looks, both making sure they were comfortable with being alone with their date. Again without needing to say a word, knew they were okay.

The sun was just setting when Dax and Christine slipped their shoes off and started to walk in the sand. Dax took Christine’s shoes out of her hands and carried them with his own. His other hand wrapped around her shoulders. “I don’t want you getting cold.”

Christine was finally was feeling less shy and more confident. “Thanks for not going on rides with me.”

“I will never go on another ride again, if I can see you again,” Dax admitted.

Christine stopped walking and turned to face him. “I think I could handle some rides, if you were holding my hand,” and than she kissed his cheek.

Steph and Cash walked off the slingshot ride laughing and holding hands. “What’s next?” Steph asked eyeing the rollercoaster that went upside down multiple times.

Without a word Cash pulled Stephanie to the Ferris wheel. It was perfect Timing. They were unloaded a couple, and there was no line. So they literally walked right on. The moon was just started to show and all the lights on the boardwalk went on.

It was beautiful view of all the stores, rides, and beach.

Steph looked over and she was pretty sure she saw Christine and Dax on their walk. She pointed them out to Cash.

They were at the very top and the ride came to a stop. Cash turned to his date. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

[hbxplain]

Find the Word Tag

thanks to @ceph-the-ghost-writer for the tag! this reminded me that sls is actually really fun and i should get back to writing it asd;flkj

i'll be tagging @mallthologist @jezifster @writing-and-trying, @juls-writes, @moonlitinks, @aquil-writes, @unholyspaceprophet

your words are: believe, awful, particular, tug, and lying.

my words were: impulse, main, enhance, table, and temperature, and i'll be finding them in seven lovely sins! I couldn't find "enhance" or "table" so I just used some longer excerpts to make up for it ^.^

Impulse

Vice’s parents have always been the bleeding-heart types; they’d take in all the kids in the world, if they could. They never did, but it’s one thing to want to save up enough money to be absolutely sure you could support a second kid no matter what and then go through the entire adoption process, and another entirely to impulsively tell a teen in active danger that he has a safe place in your home.

Vice waits for some form of jealousy or defensiveness to crop up in her chest… but it doesn’t. She realizes she wouldn’t actually mind having Eli around more often. He’s genuinely her friend, someone she almost trusts. She doesn’t want him to take over her entire life… but she does really like him.

And that is horrible for her mission. How is she supposed to say ‘no’ to keeping one of her first friends and getting her parents back? She wants to tell them everything. What could possibly make her want to go back to Hell, when it doesn’t have her parents and it doesn’t have Eli?

Main

Before she’s anywhere near ready, she finds herself in front of NASA’s main doors. The security guards nod her in, and she takes a deep breath as she steps into the elevator, pressing the button to send her up to the human research and invention floor. She counts her steps as she walks down the hall, and she holds her breath as she takes her lab coat off the hook and shrugs it on, and she finally exhales as she swings open the doors to see-

Sienne.

“We are going to be civil,” Sienne hisses, “because we are at work, and Tigh is not going to sacrifice his dream job because of your sick, twisted self.”

“What?” Tu squeaks, not quite comprehending the situation.

“I know what you are,” Sienne says proudly, hands on her hips. “And I have only one thing to say to you.”

“Uh huh,” Tu says, wondering if Sienne’s the type of person to come into work while high. She tries to stand up on her tiptoes and peer past Sienne, looking for Tigh. “And what’s that?”

Sienne moves to block her view, and a big, shark-like grin crosses her face. “Nice fucking try, Jezebel!”

Table

He begins tinkering with a tiny machine part on the table, explaining as he goes. “This is part of one of my current projects,” he says. “It needed a better eximium sensor—wait, you know what eximium is, right?”

“‘Course I do,” she says, because who doesn’t? “But I like hearing your voice, so tell me anyway.”

Tigh’s blush gets heavier, and he fumbles the screwdriver in his hand for a second. “Uh- Right, sure, yeah! So, eximium is the metal that everyone has in their blood. It contributes to your immune system, but also—for a small bit of the population—it activates in such a way as to give you a very malleable sort of magic, or powers. Thing is, eximium is still a metal, which means that we can manipulate it with the right machines.”

“Which is what you’re doing,” she replies.

“What I’m trying to do,” he corrects her with a little smile.

[gaoau]

The dark skies of wishes shine down on existence; live it forevermore

Sugar Stars warnings — spoilers for kinos lost eden route and vampire ending word count — 1.9k

next.

It's not friendship—vampires like him do not need friends and someone like her would never be friends with a vampire. It's about convenience, it's about pretending not to notice when the other is being used. It's the remnants of what once was and what it has now become, when two clueless children met on a rotting land. Grazing skin, shaking hands, ruffling hair.

Centuries have passed them by. Kino now hates billions of things; boredom, pity, defiance, asking for help, not understanding. The list is fascinatingly long. Surprisingly—to no one, considering how dishonest he is—he finds himself dialing [Name]'s number when he knows she's busy. Her attempts to set boundaries for the sake of her schedule were nothing more than fruitless. She grumbles to herself but she never makes her complaints clear, for they aren't. Kino calls her not because she's a friend or because he's relying on her. It's never been like that with her. She uses the oscillatory activity of his traumatized neural tissue to experiment with different behavioral patterns of possibilities, and in return he uses that natural objectivity of a scientist she so proudly boasts to understand himself better.

He's not doing something he hates. He's acting out of his own free will. He's not asking for a favor. [Name] is at his every beck and call whether she likes it or not. It's the way it is. It's the way they work.

She leaves the tone to ring for longer than his patience can handle. For a brief second he wonders if she won't pick up at all. But it's [Name] and [Name] will always answer when her screen displays the katakana characters for his name. Effectively, she picks up. She doesn't say a single word, though. He hears the faint scribbling of graphite on paper and her calm breathing; of course, he specifically caught her right in the middle of her research.

"Hey, you." —Anta as he's always addressed her.

Her silence lasts a little more. Then she manages a sigh, "I have a name, Kino-san."

As if he's ever cared. "I want to have a chat with you, Ms. Scientist." It's about what Kino wants and not about what he needs. He won't ask for help because he doesn't need it. He wants, he demands.

[Name] remains quiet for a brief moment. Her chair squeaks when she leans back on it and she exaggerates another sigh. Kino waits. White noise breaks up their communication as [Name] travels instantaneously to wherever he's expecting her. It's a sound somewhat comforting, whispering to him she's coming to his aid—not that he requires any aiding. He soon hears footsteps through his speaker and simultaneously approaching him from behind. He throws a glance behind his shoulder to meet her curious eyes scanning the scenery.

A cliff, a forest, an entire galaxy of luminous dots she can name stretching over their heads. [Name] is still holding her phone to her ear when she concludes, "The human world." Her voice echoes doubly in his brain. She sounds both exhausted and excited in her expressions. "I haven't been here in eons." Her gaze darts over to Kino before she ultimately hangs up. She stands beside him while he childishly dangles his legs over the edge. "Whatever might you need, Kino-san?"

He won't bother correcting her and he won't bother demanding she sits down to be either at his level or lower. He doesn't need to. He braces himself for the words she'll soon stab through him. "You knew about my plan, didn't you?" he begins. He can't believe he's hesitating.

[Name] side-eyes him with a raised brow. "You ask as though it wasn't I the one to work out the logistics of it for you."

"It didn't go as you'd planned."

It's only one sentence, but it successfully throws her for a loop, stripping her of that superior air of intelligence she wears like a crown. She glares down at him with wide eyes. Kino almost wants to laugh out loud at the despair on her face. How could [Name], of all creatures, have failed? How could she turn out unreliable when working with logic? "…Did you follow through as told?"

"I developed feelings for Yui," he admits quietly. He knows who is truly at fault.

"Yui?"

"Eve."

"Ah." The silence enveloping them is deafening. Kino absolutely despises the judgmental glower slicing him with her objective pupils from above. [Name] drops down to settle on the edge of the cliff cross-legged. A heavy exhale rips from her disbelief. "I was aware of your reckless stupidity, but you've far exceeded my expectations, Your Highness. Of course you'll chuck it out the window if you throw human emotions into the mix."

Her tone nearly shatters his eardrums—it's not loud and Kino has never heard her raise her voice, but it's so unexpectedly harsh. This is why [Name] is so useful to him. She always figures things out for him in such a way that he knows it won't fail. Human emotions, like the liking he accidentally developed for Yui, don't fit into her logic. It was his fault he messed up a perfect plan.

"How tragic were the results?"

Kino chuckles, "The ghouls turned on me, meaning so did the Church. That's on your calculations, though, Ms. Perfect."

"Don't bother. I was very clear when I warned you the Church was nothing more than a gamble." A gamble he gladly took because she's never failed him. [Name] cranes her neck to meet his eyes. She doesn't seem as harsh when she harshly states, "The ghouls' rebelling does not sit right with me knowing I remarked Yuuri-san was indispensable."

And the fact he fails to form an answer makes him feel small. He hates feeling so unbelievably small.

"Of course," she practically seethes, "you vampires simply cannot cherish anything." He wonders why cherishing doesn't fit in her definition of human emotions. She carries on before he can ask, "Because of Eve?"

"Yeah, well, thanks to her, Yuuri came back to me, my brothers acknowledged me, and I have someone by my side."

"I cannot believe you're looking at the bright side of a failure."

"The plan failed, Ms. Objectivity, not me. The project for the ghouls' promised land still stands."

[Name] takes longer than usual to follow through with a reaction. "…So you called me for a different plan that you may possibly not stick to?" she mutters her question skeptically—more to herself than to Kino.

"No. I called you for an objective look at me."

It's absolutely hilarious how easy it is to perplex her. She tilts her head and furrows her brows and scrutinizes his face with suspicion scrawled all over her features. "…Pardon…?"

Kino hates billions of things, each of them piling up one on top of the other; relying on others, asking for help, pity, vulnerability, weakness. He shifts his sights up to the sky and the endless compasses of stars offering guidance. Impressive how Yui managed to change him so much so easily. "I was willing to die for Yui," he doesn't hesitate to admit, "but I didn't want her to die for me. So here I ask you, Ms. Facts, what do you think?" He sees the way she raises a questioning, judgmental brow. He knows she's the right person to ask. "Can I choose who to die for even if they don't want it? Or worse, can I choose who to live for when they might not want it?"

A life without meaning, created and crushed repeatedly on nothing but a mere whim. How can such a thing be possible? Living, dying, existing—they mean nothing at all. Then why does it matter? "Why are you asking me of all people?"

The grin stretching across his lips is surprisingly harmless, although it still holds that usual cheeky air of mischievousness. "I mean, you are my own personal advisor, aren't you, [Name]?"

Her eyes narrow on cautious instinct. Using her name to pretend their bond is deeper than it actually is. He enjoys playing childish games like these. "I am nothing of yours, Kino-san." Because it's not friendship and it's not reliance and it's not important. It's nothing at all.

"But you'll advise me anyway."

"Of course," [Name] laughs light-heartedly. "I'll put it in the simplest terms possible for the sake of your tiny vampire brain."

"You're testing my patience, Ms. Scientist."

"I have been for the past centuries or so—" He opens his mouth once more to spout out empty threats. [Name] slaps her palm onto his face to silence him. "—No matter. I'll start with the most basic of thoughts," she starts as she pulls away before his disturbing fangs sink into her flesh, "which is, I believe what you're asking of me is revolting. Leaving it up to others to choose what the meaning of your own life is; truly disgusting. Being alive doesn't inherently mean you're worth anything."

"So I can be dead or alive without meaning? That's what your sharp logic is getting at?"

"Yes." It's so simple to crush and create. It's so simple to exist. "If you wish for a point, then simply create one. These things don't need so much complexity. You're one simple, bratty child, so I fail to see why you care for something bigger."

"Because the reason for my existence had been decided for me. I want you to tell me if it's possible to be alive for somebody else—if I can decide who to die for."

The glare she washes over him feels threateningly close to slicing him into pieces. She's condescending in all her concepts. She knows she's smarter than he will ever be. "What's with all these half-assed ideas of existence you have? You either exist or you don't. You're either dead or alive. You either have meaning or not. Whether you're destroyed or rebirthed, you can just be. You're not Schrodinger's cat. You're Kino-san, illegitimate son of one maniacal bastard—choose whatever you shall do with that for yourself."

"You're awfully talkative when the topic interests you."

"You shall misunderstand me if you so wish." [Name] squeezes out a defeated sigh from between her teeth. She knows better than to feed into his taunting mockery. "May I go now, Prince?" There's an edge in her words. She leaves it up to Kino to interpret it as it is or completely ignore everything. She had been busy before dropping her papers to come to him, after all.

Kino chooses to ignore her longing to leave. He allows gravity to tug him down as his back slams against the ground behind him. His eyes trace existence in the sky. A chuckle sounds. "No, I'm not done with you."

And although it's not friendship or reliance and there's no such thing as goodness in either of their hearts, [Name] pronounces not another syllable of complaint. She stares at his relaxed body sprawled across the dirt and grass for a little too long. A huff escapes through her nose while she promptly returns to gazing at the marvelous Milky Way he so cordially invited her to share.

[jeffdominguez]

GROWING UP IN THE ‘BURG Trade, Commerce, and Tradition on the Sacramento River

Probably the first thing a person has to figure out when he moves to Clarksburg (other than where he’s going to live) is where he’s going to buy his groceries. For a town with a population overestimated at 366, you’d think that a single general store would be more than enough to ensure that the cupboards of the local denizens were always well stocked. Still, Clarksburg inexplicably offered TWO options in the way of shopping: Lawlor’s Market and Holland Market.

Lawlor’s stood proudly at the top of the levee on South River Road, overlooking the Sacramento River to its front side and the gentle ‘burg to its back. To its north side, it hugged Netherlands Road, for all practical purposes Clarksburg’s main street. After all, both the library and the high school were located on that particular drag, along with the Community Church and the Delta triangle, an odd triangular patch of land formed naturally by Netherlands, Park Avenue, and North School Street. Lawlor’s was finished in bright white stucco and trimmed in dollar green, and it had two swinging front doors, not unlike classic saloon doors, save for the fact that Lawlor’s doors were full length, extending from the floor to top of the door frame.

Beyond that, I can’t tell you much about Lawlor’s, because we were a loyal Holland Market family, and honestly, I don’t believe I ever spent a single cent at Lawlor’s. Absolutely nothing against Stu Lawlor, its proud owner. His son, Stan, was a senior at Delta High school when I was a freshman. Both were exceedingly amiable and undeniably decent guys, but we shopped at Holland Market. As Tessio famously explains in The Godfather, it was nothing personal, just business.

At the base of the levee where Lawlor’s stood, just as Netherlands Road flattened out, there was Holland Market. If you had a decent arm, you could stand behind the phone booth on the side porch of Lawlor’s and hit Holland Market with a rock. Not that anyone would ever throw a rock at Holland Market, but the two stores were oddly situated close enough to one another to do so. Holland Market’s shopkeepers, George and Bud McDonald, were beloved and active community members of Clarksburg. In addition to his duties running the front of the store, George was also the Chief of the town’s Volunteer Fire Department. His brother, Bud, drove a bus for the high school and grammar school every day before the first bell rang and after the last, but his primary occupation was as the store’s butcher.

When you had trash you wanted to burn, you headed into Holland Market and took a peek over the doorway of the butcher shop in back, at a sign marked “BURN” on one side and “NO BURN” on the other. It hung by a string on a nail, and George flipped it to the appropriate side every day, depending on prevailing wind conditions, I suppose. My grandparents—who raised me from birth—planned most of our weekends around the burning of our garbage. We didn’t dare leave a trash pile smoldering unattended in order to go call on friends or relatives or enjoy a meal out at, say, Freeport Café or Alma’s in Walnut Grove.

In Clarksburg, homes such as ours, situated on the outskirts of town were spread far apart, because they sat on huge plots of farmland, and the municipality wasn’t large enough to employ a garbage truck and crew to perform curbside pickup. Eventually, Tammy Camarillo’s dad got the idea to buy a used garbage truck and give it a go as a private commercial trash collector. Despite being based in the town of Hood, a few miles down, and across, the river, his business took off quite nicely. It seemed that people were willing to pay a substantial fee for having their garbage whisked away, and Mr. Camarillo’s idea met with great success. He was able to establish a big enough empire for his daughters to fight bitterly over when he sadly passed many years later.

Decades after leaving Clarksburg to attend college and, eventually, work, in Sacramento, it occurred to me that it was an odd thing to have two general stores in such close proximity to one another in a small town, and I gave some thought to how their business was divided. The division was actually fairly obvious all along, though it was never stated out loud or overtly pointed out at the time. It was mainly the more affluent crowd in the community who frequented Lawlor’s, prosperous farmers and the families of wealthy businessmen who purchased homes in the country to get away from the traffic and bustle of city life in the state capital. Curiously, that particular class of folks was somehow predisposed to patronage at Lawlor’s, and it became a bit of a status symbol to confine your shopping to that particular general store.

Meanwhile, down the hill at Holland Market, the clientele was comprised of the common man, the employees of local ranches, manual laborers, migrant farmworkers, and families of more modest means. The market was finished in white lap siding with bright red trim, a somehow homier contrast to Lawlor’s elevation. George devoted himself to stocking shelves, ringing folks up at the cash register behind the front counter, greeting incoming customers. His brother, Bud, was the store butcher, and he kept the glass case in the back stocked with amazing cuts of beef and pork, thick chops and steaks, mounds of freshly ground beef, fat sausages that seemed on the verge of bursting through their casings. There was also a sandwich counter in the back, where you could order a salami, ham, or bologna sandwich with or without cheese.

The options for your sandwiches were not nearly as exhaustive as those of the modern-day supermarket deli departments, with your choice of bread, Dijon or honey mustard, banana peppers, pickles, olives, etc. The sandwiches at Holland Market were all made on regular Rainbow Bread loaf slices, with plain mustard and mayo—you didn’t even get to choose your type of cheese, just whether or not it was included—but they were somehow the best sandwiches I’ve ever eaten. Perhaps it was because they were heartily consumed after a morning of summer football practice or endless hours of horseplay in the pool down at the high school, but those sandwiches remain a cherished culinary memory of my youth.

I used to be able to go in back at Holland Market, order a sandwich, grab a Pop-O soda in the flavor of my choice (usually root beer or grape), a bag of chips, and a candy bar, and take my haul up to the front counter, where, after George tallied my total, I would say, “Put it on my tab, George!” At which point, he would pull out a small binder with alphabetized dividers from behind the counter, open it to the “D” section, and write my total down. I’d sign the new entry and be on my way.

Grandpa would head into the store at the end of every month and square my bill with George. At dinner on those nights, the topic would inevitably arise. “Hey,” Grandpa would say to me, “I paid your bill at George's today. It was twenty-three dollars! What are you eating, gold?!” Grandma would shush him, explaining that a growing boy needed his nutrition (soda pop and candy bars included, obviously). After all, they didn’t want me wandering around town hungry, a horrible feeling that, sadly, was no stranger to either of them when they were my age…

While Lawlor’s may have held the tactical advantage of location, Holland Market was a wonder of comprehensive inventory. The store was small in square footage compared to the supermarkets in town, but George somehow managed to stock anything anyone might possibly need. To this day, I don’t know how he did it. Sure there were sacks of flour, and butter, and milk, all the staples, but did they have baking powder? Of course they did. It might not have been Grandma’s preferred brand, Clabber Girl, but George always had a few cans of Calumet on the shelf. He always had, it seemed, a few cans of everything.

Stumping George became a bit of a game for us, and I was often sent to the market to retrieve the oddest items. Thumbtacks? George had them. Diced olives? No problem. Spray starch? Here’s a can! Dry yeast, clothespins, birthday candles… check, check, check. You could even buy a pack of four-ought fish hooks or a pair of pruning shears at Holland Market. Why drive all the way into town when George had everything you needed in the comfort of our home?

Every year, around late May or June, George would post a flyer on the big bulletin board on the front porch of his store, next to the ice case: entry forms for the annual 4th of July Parade, organized by the Clarksburg Volunteer Fire Department. Whichever of your friends happened to be with you when the forms were first noticed on the board, he would be your parade partner that particular year. We’d decorate our bicycles with red, white, and blue streamers, our skateboards, our go-carts, our dogs, and take our place in the lineup.

The streets comprising the only logical parade route in the neighborhood would be lined with locals ready to enjoy the spectacle. The turnout every year was overwhelming, with decorated tractors and combines, fancy hotrods, the local Boy Scout Troop 83, the Delta High School Marching Band—nearly as many participants in the parade as there were enthusiastic spectators lined along the streets of Clarksburg, waving flags, clapping, and whistling.

George led the procession each year in an old relic firetruck on a 1925 Model T frame, owned by the department. It was kept by his crew in auto show quality, all spit shiny red and brass, and George had a small hose hooked up to the tank in back with a hand trigger nozzle. His driver would weave from side to side of the street along the parade route, and George would throw candy to the crowd from the front passenger seat and squirt a lucky spectator here and there to the delight of those who managed to remain dry. Clarksburg being a small town, the parade route was not very long, and recognizing that everyone, spectators and participants alike, went through a lot of trouble to prepare for the event, once George completed the lap around the block, it was not uncommon for him to continue on a second, and sometimes third, lap, just in case anyone had missed anything the first time around.

One year, I noticed that my bicycle tire had somehow flattened along the route, so I simply peddled over to Updegraff’s Chevron station up on the levee road, aired up, and returned to my place in the lineup which had somehow managed to muddle through in my temporary absence. Following the proceedings, the entire town headed over to the Volunteer Fire Department, where the crew would pass out popsicles to anyone who wanted one, and the winners in the various categories among all the entrants would be announced. I never won a trophy, but, just being alive and involved in the festivities, sitting there on my decorated bike with my buddies, sucking on a two-stick double pop in the July heat, my dog, Henry, at my feet, made me feel like the luckiest kid in the world.

And, honestly, I was.