#i was FINE until i had to talk about it last night. i didnt Expect to talk about it. oh god oh god

[bangcakes]

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[fayesia]

Sex pollen — Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader 

a/n: Hi quickly wanted to say that it was not supposed to be this long but once I started writing i kinda just went with it lol. I’m also pretty new to writing smut but hopefully y’all like this :D

Warnings: nsfw 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, creampie, dirty talk, size difference, rough sex, squirting, lmk if i missed anything!! 

This recent task wasn’t one of the harder ones, easily able to be accomplished in about 2 hours, it was the venture home that took the most out of you. Trudging through the forest with its vast species of fauna and flora had been beautiful but also uncomfortable, from both the exhaustion and the heat of the tropical climate. 

However things only seem to get worse for the team as the sun was setting and darkness surrounded the group from every side. A guttural howl was heard coming from behind, deep in the thick cluster of trees, the beasts were coming out to play.  “Runnnn!!! Go go go, pick up the pace, let’s keep moving!” You heard Simon yelling from your right at the rest of the team lagging behind.“We’re about 100m from base, keep it moving!! We’re all making it back alive tonight no matter what , Let’s GO!” You were about to ask him a question turning your head to the right until your foot got caught on a lifted tree root. 

You stretch out your hands ready to support yourself from crashing head first into large rocks, feeling two muscular arms wrap around you. Unaware of who it was, the both of you start rolling down a ditch off the side of the path leading to home base. Expecting to fall into more rocks, you instead feel the cushion of large soft petals belonging to some unknown plant—a large plant for sure. Quickly sitting up you come face to face with Simon, he rushes to you, looking down as puffs of pink dust rise from the pores of the petals after every step he takes. 

The two of you cough as the pollen invades your nostrils, seeping into every crevice of your combat suits and Simons mask. You try to orientate yourself attempting to get up only to fall down again, sharp pain searing through your ankle, you grab onto Simon for support. “Looks like my ankle took most of the fall eh?” You attempt to lighten up the mood only Simon doesn’t seem to reciprocate this idea. 

“You’re hurt. This isn’t good, we have to get back to base before something else attack-“ his sentence is cut short as he sees you inspecting the tears in your suit. One along the shoulder of your right arm sleeve to your collarbone, another where you injured your ankle and the last one visible to him is on your inner thigh stretching all the way to your hip. Looking up you sheepishly apologise, “sorry heh didnt know so many things would cut through the suit, didn’t want to wear the heavy combat one for such an easy mission.” 

“It’s fine, come on we’ve got to find a way back” he states after a moment of silence as his eyes raked you up and down, you simply took this as his way of assessing the situation of your ankle. Wrapping an arm around his waist he tries to find a path yet as far as your eyes can see in the pitch black of the night is more pink petals. Simons steps only seem to agitate the unknown flora even more causing large clouds of dust to invade your senses. 

“Let’s take a break” you suggest after you both had only ventured a few meters away, but Simons breathing had picked up and his uncommon stumbling seemed to be happening more. You turn to him lightly giggling, “i don’t remember being that heavy to such a big boy like you” 

“no no its not that” he’s quick to reassure you, never wanting you to undermine his strength. “It’s just-i don’t know something in the air is making the temperature rise, don’t you feel it?”

Now, you have been well aware of the heat, the reason you asked to take a break in the first place was because of that, the almost unbearable feeling prickling at every cell in your body. And yes you hated to admit, but mostly attacking your nether regions where the heat seemed to escape from the most. “Y-yeah i feel it to”. Simon stares into your eyes, slowly crawling closer to you in hopes of releasing less dust from his movements. You also near him, briefly pausing before your lightheadedness takes over, causing you to fall straight on top of him. The small size of you is barely enough to push his large frame over, leaving you sat in his lap against his gun— wait why would his gun be in the middle of his pants—oh…Your face turns a deep red but embarrassment is something neither of you have the time or patience for. The contact releases a lengthy groan from Simon and his hips grinding upwards has you moaning with need. 

“Fuck what’s causing this”

“i done have a clue but right now i dont give a fuck i just need to fucking consume every part of you.” His words cause more moans to come out from your mouth. You get to work tugging down his pants pulling out his long fully erect dick, the tip is a pulsing aggressive red and it’s covered in thick throbbing veins. Your hand barely wraps around the girth of it and you’re sure you can’t take all of it, imagining Simon trying to fit it inside of you, prompts more moans to fall from your mouth. This train of dirty images are cut short as Simon flips you on your back, his fingers tug and pull at your suit while you yelp from the sudden movement. Finally his hands take opportunity of the rips caused by your fall, practically tearing the stretchy skin-tight material from you body leaving your top half completely bare. 

“Fuck arent you just beautiful, been hiding all of this the whole time you’ve been on the team huh?” He growls against your skin covered by a thin sheen of sweat. He licks from your neck down to your right nipple and then to your left one. Grabbing the two soft squishy fats of skin into his big hands he pushes them together rubbing his face between the two, “god love your tits so fucking much just molded to fit right in my hands huh”. Unable to reply you simply let out breathy moans at his rough actions.

Crawling lower to where your neediest he runs his hand along you suit covered pussy, feeling the wetness drench the material the more he rubs against you. “Who knew we had such a fucking slut on the team, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet just begging to get filled by a thick cock like mine”. You nod your head, “yes yes please fuck me mmm”. He grabs onto the ripped material at your thigh creating an even larger hole to access your pussy, your suit—if you can even call it that anymore—is now just two scraps of material covering your calves. “Guess i gotta give this whore what she wants” he replies slapping your tits as you moan. “Mhm please touch me, fuck me anything I need you so bad” 

“aw just begging for this cock aren’t you…i don’t think you should have it just yet though, i mean you’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place, isn’t that right?” 

“What no no hhnng please do something anything” at this he lowers himself to lie on his front, grabs onto your hip and drags your pussy a few inches from your face. Immediately you thrust your hips forwards keen for any skin to skin contact. “Mm shit such a pretty pussy just like your pretty face, soaking wet for me” he brings his fingers to your mouth, pushing them past your lips, you suck on them just like you would on his cock drenching the two fingers in copious amounts of spit  bobbing your head up and down. While you were busy with that he lifts up his mask to his nose and sticks out his tongue to lick a large stripe from your ass to clit, finally relieving you as your head falls back against the soft cushions of the petals. 

His first taste of you. He goes wild. Biting at your inner thighs and kissing his way to your sex. Spit is falling from his lips all over your pussy as his mouth travels up and down to every crevice of your vagina. The sinful sounds echo across the eerily silent forest as he plunges two of his spit covered fingers into you, the large size of them easily reaching deeper than your small dainty ones have ever. You’re unable to control your moans as he further stimulates your clit with his mouth and tongue while his fingers push and rub against your g-spot. Your juices drip against his chin mixing with his spit creating more and more fluid to rub all over his face. “Im gonna cum omg Simon fuck keep going”

“just like that baby cum all over me”. With one last curl of his fingers against your walls you feel yourself let go releasing a waterfall of your cum in his mouth and drenching his face in the process. He laps you up like a dog starved of thirst “mmh good fucking slut, gonna reward you now. Stuff my whore nice and full with this dick”

His hands grab your hips flipping you over with a soft thud, pulling your ass flush against his stiff cock positioning your back into a deep arch. He enters you in one swift go smacking your ass as he thrusts in and out. Your nails grip into the petals the same way his did on your ass forming crescent shaped marks across your plump skin. You were sure to wake up with marks everywhere tomorrow, from bites to bruises. 

“Ahhh so good, nice and full now aren’t you, fuckin’ slut was waiting for this to happen weren’t you, probably fell on purpose, wore this tight suit hoping I’d just fuck you” 

“Yesyesyes please let me cum please sir” “let go baby” 

Once again you fall apart on Simons cock tightening and pulsing around the thick intrusion. He drives into you harder getting closer to cumming as you go dumb on his dick. His hand pushes your face into the comfort of the silky petals and your a drooling mess, with the only thought in your head being the way his cook feels inside of you as his balls slap loud and heavily against your clit. The feeling of your wet channel tightening from the overstimulation of his pumping has him reaching his climax, one last hard inward thrust of his hips has him releasing his hot load in you, the amount almost inhumane as it starts spilling out onto the sides of his cock, a white foamy ring of your mixed cum reaching the base. 

He gently pulls out, eyes fixated on the heavenly sight of his cum oozing out from your hole, running down your clit to the petals you lay on. Your laying there like a descended angel with dazed eyes..and the last thing you remember is seeing Simon remove his jacket and crawl over towards you, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. 

(unedited)

[hvghes]

can u write sum ab luke having a kid but u were the babysitter and luke falls for u😮 (the mom isn’t really in the picture cuz we won’t be that messy🤣)

how you get the girl - l.hughes

set later in the future warnings: none i think

luke hughes, never did he expect to have a baby. that was until one day someone left a child at his doorsteps. that was almost a year ago, things were easier in the off season but once season hit he needed to find a babysitter. much to his luck he found someone who was able to watch his baby while he had games and practices. hockey surroundings were not most suitable for a young baby.

“and everything is still in the same places they should be. thank you again i know it was last minute you’re a life savior.” luke said before grabbing his hockey bag heading off to practice.

you loved babysitting for luke, his baby girl was such a delight, never gave you a hard time spending most of your time cuddled up on the couch. today was no different, you and ellie, lukes baby were cuddled up on his couch sleeping when luke got back from practice. he placed his bag down quietly before placing a blanket on you and the baby smiling to himself.

he tried to deny his feelings but seeing you care so much for his kid and how much his kid adores you, he couldn’t help but to think to himself his feelings for you.

another hour passed before you and ellie woke up and luke was sitting right next to you guys watching tv quietly.

“sorry did i wake you?” luke said turning the tv down more. “no dont worry, sorry i fell asleep ill head out now.” you said before sitting up gently handing ellie to him standing up, before he pulled you down. “its fine stay, dinner is almost done and she likes it better when you feed her and i was hoping we could talk after.” he said and you were nervous for the talk but nodded and sat back down. what if he didnt need you anymore, what was going on.

after feeding ellie and putting her to bed luke was putting away the dishes before you hopped up on the counter next to him.

“what’d you need to talk about?” you said looking down at him, voice clearly nervous. he stood between your legs looking up at you before letting out a shaky breath “this might be a lot but, i really like you. i haven’t liked anyone in this long. i know you’re a babysitter and its your job but you care so much for ellie and always respect my schedule, always dropping anything to be here, and ellie loves you. you’re super sweet and i stay up late at night thinking about what itd be like if you were mine, its okay if you dont-“ you cut off his rambles with a kiss. his hands cupped your cheek while yours held onto the collar of his shirt pulling him closer.

after pulling away you whispered to him “i like you too.” he let out a sigh of relief before kissing you again. glad he finally got the courage to get his girl.

tags: nini my fav @ghostfacd !!

[pav-ia]

okay okay, hear me out.

pavia but hes like,,, waking up from some sort of nightmare or a mild painful memory of his childhood, yk.. when bro was forced into a basement. imagine the cold nights, jfc. and like he wakes up,, but this time he has his s/o with him. and bby is safe <3

he has someone to protect now at least right? pls give us the reader comforting this man I BEG pooki 💔💔

i imagine him to be reluctant to the touch but he eases into it. i remember you mentioned he has mild trust issues so,, comforting touches must be rlly foreign to him

anon i am madly in love with you

,, nightmare ”

pavia x gn reader !

cw :: reverse comfort, slight angst, kinda short

on one of the rare nights where your boyfriend is tired enough to sleep for more than an hour at a time. the human body is not built for lasting long times without sleep, and even if he wasnt entirely human, he still followed this rule by nature. hed insisted that hid wolf companions would sleep on the floor this time so you could cuddle together comfortably and alone.

after waking up in the middle of the night, you were a bit thirsty. leaving bed to grab a cup of water, when you returned, you saw pavia uncomfortably twitching in his sleep. his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were squeezed shut, tense and rigid muscles making you realize he was having a nightmare.

you left the door open as the room was dimly lit by the light in the hallway, placing the cup on the nightstand. his wolf leon had an eye open and was watching you as you gently shook him.

“pavia.. wake up…” you urged in a whisper, relieved when he jolted up. his eyes were panicked, horrified almost as if he was a tortured man. his heartbeat was erratic, so loud you could hear it and his skin was cold. he curled away from your touch, his eyes taking time to adjust and focus on the light coming from the doorway.

when you turned the bedside lamp on, you could see the realization slowly settling into his expression. he took a few more moments to calm down, running a shaking hand through his messy hair. you placed your hand on his thigh, not failing to notice the way his muscles tensed under you, before relaxing slowly.

“im sorry.” he muttered in shame, his expression bitter and trained on the floor. he seemed to be embarrassed of his own self.

“dont be.” you say in a gentle tone. to him, your tone was almost motherly, so comforting, so safe, so dangerously sweet. he didnt like how he wanted to turn his back on you, to let you see all of him. he wiped at the sweat on his forehead with the blanket, and you could see the exhaustion on his face.

neither of you were talking. you were sitting on one side of the blanket, him on the other. you really wanted to comfort him, but a small part of you knew that he wasnt ready yet.

you open your arms for him, a tender gesture. he stares you down, seeming to contemplate, but decided against it. “im fine.” he says in a very unconvincing tone.

“wanna talk about it?” you offer, putting your arms down. you werent going to force him to do anything he didnt want to.

he leaned against the headboard, slowly sliding down until his head hit the pillow. truth be told, you expected him to decline your offer, but after a minute of staring at the dark ceiling, he placed a hand over his eyes.

“i dont like the dark. it reminds me of things i dont want to remember.” he mumbles. his tattoos move along with his flexing muscles, his arm tensing and untensing periodically. “bad childhood.”

you made a small hum of sympathy, getting out of bed to close the door. you kept the lamp on as you crawled into bed next to him. “thats alright. i dont like the dark either.” you whisper. “all that matters is youre safe now.”

he is silent for a while. you almost think that hes fallen back asleep, but he turns around and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your side. he relaxes under your touch when you hug him back, his grip around you tightening as if he didnt want you to leave.

“im safe now. thank you, mio sole.” he whispers.

“thats right, youre out of there.” you hold him close, letting him be exposed completely around you. much like a kicked dog, even if he was skeptical of you, all he wanted was to be loved.

and loved he was.

[i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms]

Ok so first off I'm just going to say that i know next to nothing about the fancasted Slytherin boys but i have been unable to get Mattheo Riddle out of my head for the last few day so here we are now

Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!reader Warnings: Use of Y/n, cussing, possible bad writing.( lmk if there's any others i should add)

The summer before your sixth year at Hogwarts was spent bettering yourself in all the ways you thought were flawed. You were tired of being the odd one out in your circle of friends. You wanted the love that they had. None of them understood when you told them you wanted the fights they got into, they'd tell you you're romanticizing it too much and that it wasnt all love and roses, but you understood that, you wanted the dark parts as well as the light parts - you wanted to learn how to fix a fight. You wanted everything, but no one else seemed to want it - actually, thats not true they wanted stuff like that just not with you. With you they wanted to use your body then get rid of you by morning. You didnt like it it but you'd decided long ago that maybe its all you deserve, all you'll ever receive from anyone. Until HE was partnered with you on a project in potions class. All was well in your little fake world until HE started flirting with you anytime you'd work on the project together.

Everything was fine until one day he got a dare from Draco. "hey mate, noticed you've been hanging around with that one hufflepuff" Draco smirks at his friend whilst sitting down at a table the others had set up for studying in the library. "care to tell rest of the class if she's really as good as everyone makes her sound?" As Draco spoke Mattheo could feel his jaw tense. "And what the hell are you on about now Malfoy?" "Oh you know just the fact that your crushing on a whore." Draco leans back folding his arms across his chest before Mattheo kicks the chair out from underneath him. "And how many girls have you used for the same thing Draco? You have no right to speak about someone when your the exact same." Mattheo raised his voice looking down his nose at the blond boy. "Oh don't believe me? Give her a month, hell she'll probably be trying to jump you after a week of being just plain nice." Draco moves to his feet while speaking. Mattheo continuing to look down upon Draco says a quiet and simple "fine." before pushing the bleach blond twat back to his seat and reclaiming his to go back to studying.

Over the week following that night Mattheo let his affections pour down on you, he'd gotten to know you and he let you see parts of his soul that no one else had been able to. After the month was up and you hadnt done anything about your feelings for him and Draco realized he was wrong he started spreading the knowledge of the dare to anyone he spoke to. Gossip wasn't much of a big thing at Hogwarts so when there was big news it tended to spread like wildfire, but often got skewed along grapevine.

You had been sitting in the library with Hermione studying for a test when you'd noticed she looked as if she'd had something she'd wanted to say. So when finally you'd grown restless of her bouncing knee you ask her the question you've been dying to know the answer too. "Merlins beard, Hermione what is it." She looked up at you with a look on her face as if she had no idea what you were talking about. "Hermione?" You said her name in a questioning tone and she looked as if she caved within her mind. "Well, Draco's been talking, about the many people you've been with - and i am in NO way shaming you for anything - but he's been saying that there was a bet, with Mattheo that involved you, and supposedly he bet Mattheo that you'd go along with anything if he had y'know with you, and that that's why you've been hanging around him so much." The red haired girl spoke cautiously as if expecting you to break down right in front of her. You opened your mouth to say something, the one person you didnt want to see walked in. You had completely forgotten about agreeing to tutor him. You looked at him, no longer with a look of happiness approaching your face but instead a look of animosity grew and without a word you stood and collected your books walking past Hermoine and Mattheo going to your dorm room to collect your thoughts.

Mattheo gave the Granger girl and questioning and concerned look to which she responded with a pointed one and told him to go find Draco before turning back to her studies. So he did, he went to the grand hall to see if he was eating lunch, he went to the quidditch field to see if the blond was gallivanting on his broom. And lastly - which honestly it should have been first - he checks the Slytherin common room and it's inevitably where he finds the blond lounging on a sofa. Mattheo bounds toward Malfoy and picks him up by the lapels of his uniform jacket and shoves him to the nearest wall. Matttheo on his search for Draco had heard the rumours that were going around and each one making him angrier and angrier. He wants to yell at the boy against the wall but he doesnt want prying ears hearing. "What have you done Malfoy?" His words dripping with acidity and the blonds name punctuated with a rough shove against the wall. "I know nothing of what you mean Riddle." Another rough shove to the wall and Mattheo asks the question again. "What. Have you. Done. Malfoy."

"Nothing, I was merely speaking with Nott in a not so private corridor about that bet we had. It is not my fault that people overheard." That sentence earned him another shove. "You'll take it back." Mattheo was trying desperately to know some sense into the otherwise senseless boy of what he'd just done without saying it outright but never the less Draco still figured it out. "You aren't in love with her are you Riddle?" Draco spoke seemingly disgusted at the fact. "You. Take. It. Back." Becoming more and more in pain, and the look on Mattheos face reminding him of a certain someone who can't be named, Draco finally surrendered, agreeing to take back what he'd said. Mattheo let go but kneeing him in the stomach before he left to make his point known. He then made his way to the Hufflepuff dorms to find you, and explain himself, and maybe grovel/beg for forgiveness.

When he gets to the to for the dorms he knocks, he has a friend in Hufflepuff that has been waiting for him. They let him in and tell him discreetly where your dorm is. He makes his way through the halls and up the stairs until he's standing in front of your door. Before he knocks he's wracking his brain trying to figure out what to say but all thoughts he had went running away when he heard your soft sobs through the door. No doubt because of him.

Instead of knocking he opens the door quietly (thank goodness it wasn't locked) and made his way inside, he closed the door behind. You looked up at the noise of the door closing and made brief eye contact with Mattheo before looking away again. "why are you here? I know about your bet so you can just forget about everything." Your words bitter as you snapped at him. "Love… there was no bet of the type that you have undoubtedly heard. Draco - called you something i don't intend on repeating to you, and I want- no- needed to prove him wrong. i am so desperately sorry for any pain he i have made you." Mattheo walks up your now standing form and kneels in front of you resting his hands on your hips. "I- I can't do this, I let you in. I- I broke MY rules for you - FOR you. Because I- I loved you." He shoots up to his feet and rests his palms on your cheeks. "Don't- don't use past tenses we can still have this, we can still do this it doesn't have to end just because of some pitiful joke i made in a fit of rage. Please, one more chance and if i fail you again i leave you alone forever, I- I promise." the look in his eyes told you he was sincere yet you still doubted it. The one person you'd let fully inside to see the darkest parts hurt you, but it was something small, and Draco has that effect on everybody. You pull his face to yours connecting your lips together, his hands move from your cheeks to the small of your back to pull you closer. When you pull away breathing uneven. "Is that a 'we can be together' type of kiss." He smiled wide when he finishes speaking. "oh shut up." You pull him in for another kiss.

[kindnessisweakness2]

2

The next morning Emily woke up at 7am, anything but well rested. She didnt get into bed until 3am and despite being exhausted sleep would not overcome her. She tossed and turned for hours, her mind going round and round yesterdays events. Coming home to find that girls underwear and dirty sheets. Her explosive episode at Teller Morrow that left her extremely embarrassed. She spent all last night crying and packing away Noah’s things. 6 years. Gone in the blink of an eye. Tears welled in her eyes at the painful thoughts, the ache in her chest something she was already becoming familiar with. NO. She’d done enough crying, especially over that asshole. Pulling herself up from the warmth of her bed, she forced herself into the bathroom to get ready for what she already knew was going to be a long day. 

Jax watched from the office as Noah leaned against the boxing ring chatting to one of the clubs many hang arounds. He really was never gonna learn. Something about him didnt sit right with Jax. Jax messed around with more than his fair share of women, and he had no doubts about the broken hearts he left in his wake, but Piney was right. Half the men in the Club would kill for a woman like Emily to hold them down, and the likes of Noah just threw it away. He thought he knew everything but the reality was the little runt didnt know his arse from his elbow. “You wanna tell me why your glaring holes through that kid?” His Mom spoke without even a glance away from her paperwork. Gemma Teller really didnt miss a beat when it came to her son. Jax shook his head before turning to his mother. “It just dont sit right with me thats all. Got a bad feeling.” Gemma raised a knowing eyebrow at her sons vauge response. “Oh so its got nothing to do with you being curious about Little Miss Angry?” Jax smirked at his mom. “No. Just looking out for the good of the club, as aways. And trust me, Noah isnt good.” Gemma nodded as she poured herself a fresh cup of coffee. Before Gemma could continue her questioning, they both turned at the sound of a knock on the open office door. There she was. Little Miss Angry. Stood in the doorway looking uncomfortable. "Sorry to interrupt. I'm just here to sign the paperwork for the bike." Emily wanted the ground to swallow her up as she stood there awkward and red faced. "Oh, and here." She thrust the large baking tray full of homemade lasagne and Garlic bread towards Jax. "I made you guys food to say sorry for erm. What ever that was yesterday." Jax gratefully accepted the tray. "You really didn't have to darlin. Come this way, you can fill the paperwork out in the clubhouse." Jax jerked his head in the direction of the building but regretted it when he saw her face change as she clocked Noah still stood by the boxing ring. "How about we sit on the benches instead?" Emily visibly relaxed at the suggestion. She wanted to be the furthest away from him she could get. "You guys head over, I'll bring the paperwork out." Gemma spoke as she took the tray of food off of Jax. "I'll put this in the clubhouse kitchen, the guys will be all over it like pigs if they see it now." Smiling at the pair as she left. Jax couldn't help but shake his head at his mother. She really was obvious. Leading her to one of the picnic tables, Jax sat down opposite Emily. "So stupid question but how are you holding up?" Emily's eyes widened at the question she wasn't expecting. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm always fine." Emily may have convinced her self she was fine but Jax wasnt buying it. The bags under the girls eyes were dark, she looked exhausted. She glanced over to where Noah was stood talking to some girl. He really didn't give a fuck about her. Clearly. "He's been busted back to prospect." Emily couldn't help the shock that spread on her face at Jax's comment. Before she could speak jax answered the question that he knew was coming. "For the disrespect. He didn't earn his place at our table. How he treated you? It wasn't going to go unanswered." Emily Shrugged her shoulders. “Not gonna lie i wasnt expecting the club to do that. The way you tend to treat women isnt exactly good, So i wasnt expecting you guys to care. Thought i would have my angry outburst and you guys would go on about your day. You hardly know me anyway, he always kept me seperate from it. He used to tell me it was because of how dangerous things got. I thought it was sweet, him looking out for my safety. When really its because he wanted to  fuck around behind my back.” Emily smiled at Jax through watery eyes. “First love dies hard ya’know? I’ve stayed loyal to a sad excuse of a man for 6 years thinking he loved me. He was my first everything. Pretty pathetic right? 25 years of age and I’ve only been with one man.” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Yeah love will make you do stupid shit, until one day reality smacks you in the face. Hard.” Jax smiled at her. “I get it. Fuck, if i could tell you what my first love did to me, you wouldnt believe it. Had me proper twisted up. Even debated leaving club for her.”Emily’s eyes widened. “Fuck thats messed up. Im sorry. Loyalty is hard to come by nowadays.” Jax couldnt agree more with Emily. He couldnt understand why but he felt he could talk to her without being judged. She was different. Beautiful, but different. “Em?” Jax watched as she visibly stiffened at the sound of his voice. “I didnt know you’d be coming in? What are you hear for?” Emily ignored him completely, still staying focused on Jax. “Did your mom say how long she’d be with the paperwork?” Jax Frowned at Noah, “No Darlin’ Ill go and check now.” Fucking Noah. Was all Jax could think as he stood from the bench and headed into the office to get the paperwork his mom had clearly forgotten. 

Outside Emily was praying  Noah would disappear into thin fucking air but god had other plans. “Hey, are you gonna talk to me?” He placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. Emily instantly jerked away and stood up from the bench, trying to create space between them. She could feel the anger burning in her stomach again as she looked at the man she once loved. What she ever saw in him she would never know. Its as if the blind fold she had been wearing for the last 6 years had finally been lifted and she saw him for what he truly was. A Pathetic Sad little man. “What are you doing sitting with Jax? You know his reputation. What you wanna get back at me so your gonna fuck a brother?” Noah’s voice carried across the busy TM Lot. Everyone from the Mechanics working away, the rest of the club coming out of the club house, and even customers heard the accusation spill from his mouth. “Are you fucking kidding me?” There it was. The anger she was trying to hold back came spilling from her mouth. “What i do, Who i speak to and who i fuck is none of your goddamn business anymore! Stay the fuck away from me.” Emily tried to leave it at that. She tried to walk away. But Noah made the mistake of grabbing her arm and trying to pull her towards him. And before he knew it Emily’s clenched fist was making contact with his nose. The crunch was loud. Satisfying even. “Carry on and I will FUCK every single man that sits around that fucking redwood table that doesnt have an old lady waiting for them. 6 years of shitty sex i think im owed a good dicking down. Maybe ill save Jax for last, from what i hear he’s second to none in bed.” Emily spat as she smacked Noah again, ignoring the searing pain in her hand. “And im pretty sure as prospect they can make you watch.” The loud whoops and whistles that came from the rest of the club, shocked Emily. Noah sat on the floor holding his bloody nose as she turned to walk away shaking her quickly bruising hand. Jax came rushing towards her with the paperwork in hand. “Come on, after that you can definitely fill this out in the clubhouse. I’ll get some ice for your hand aswell.” Emily nodded as she followed Jax. Her anger gone, and embarrasment quickly taking over. 

[youremyheaven]

Hello, Purva bhadrapada, Leo stellium native here, I also wanted to add that I think purva bhadrapada, since it is Brahmin caste is probably more prone to this, then punarvasu and finally vishaka, who in my experience is the most materially/self interested Jupiter nakshatra, which is why we see it in so many celebrities compared to the other two, especially purva bhadrapada.

I've always been at the role of teacher/smart one since I was a little girl, I've always been a bit parentified and I think that comes out a lot in my relationships with nodals, since I'm the one who has to keep things in control, now that we are on the topic, I'm gonna trauma dump about my Magha sun, mula moon friend 😭

I don't want to bad mouth her since I do still have affection for her, but this woman put me through so much. One time she face timed me whilst she was drinking, she got so drunk and then started driving! She face timed me whilst she was drunk driving talking about how sad she was, all whilst I could hear all the dangerous turns she was making, so I called her mom to come get her, I couldn't do it myself cause I live too far away. The next day she wouldn't stop complaining about how pissed she was that I called her mom on her, talking about how she got in trouble, but what was I supposed to do? WATCH HER DIE ON CAMERA?! She made me the villain and not our other friend who she also face timed, who is also nodal.

Another time, she was dating this dude and SHE ALWAYS DID WHATEVER HE SAID FOR NO REASON, one time we were all hanging out as friends, a whole ass group of people, and this girl started sucking this mans dick in front of us 💀😭 like they were not slick in the slightest, I caught sight of it and then I tried to politely tell them to stop before the others noticed, she did not stop and others caught them, to which they all collectively said "Wtf? Stop please" AND THEN SHE COMPLAINED TO ME ABOUT THIS? HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE YOUR SIDE? 💀

Another time, I was really busy with some work but she texted me about how suicidal she was feeling and how she wanted to attempt, I stayed with her the whole night trying to talk her out of it until she just stopped talking to me all together, I panicked and spent hours debating whether to call someone, since I don't know if she really attempted something, but I didn't want her to be mad at me again. It was one of the most anxious nights of my life. Eventually, she called me and said she was fine 💀 I SPENT ALL THAT TIME WORRIED AND SHE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING! that was my breaking point and I just cut contact with her after that

The worst part of all of this is that she never took any interest in my emotions or any of the problems I had, in all the years of friendship we had I only opened up to her twice and I regretted it immensely both times. She never took any time to take care of me, and would always accuse me of telling her what to do after giving her advice THAT SHE ASKED FOR!

Anyway 💀 yeah it was traumatizing

💀💀💀💀 I'm glad you've cut her out

My Swati Sun, Magha Rising ex was somewhat like this. He texted me saying he's having a panic attack and does not know what to do (at like midnight) and then after I text & call him mad worried, he does not respond. He texts me back the next day afternoon saying that "it was just a spur of the moment thing, I'm alright" like wtf??? He always kept me on edge with his mental health stuff and I was always made to feel like I'm on suicide watch only for him to turn around and be like "oh I'm over it now bc I've drunk away the last thought I had in my head"

He once video called me at 8 in the fucking morning because he wanted company while he smoked

Let me just say that there was a clear imbalance in our relationship bc I had to watch out for him while he did batshit stuff and I could never do the things he did and expect him to have played the supportive role 😒

There was another Magha Moon girl I used to know who completely did unhinged shit, she jumped from man to man every week (not slut shaming, just pointing out poor choices) in India, the arranged marriage system prevails and she received a proposal from some 5'2 30 yr old (when we were like 21) who was loaded 💸and her family rejected the proposal and she was already dating some deadbeat loser. Guess what she did after she broke up with the deadbeat loser many months later?? She started talking to the 30yr old guy who came to her house with a marriage proposal 😭and literally 2-3 weeks later he publicly announced his desire to marry her at the wedding of a mutual relative and she said "I'm not interested in marrying you" PUBLICLY, it was super shameful for the families and all parties involved bc like ??? what on earth was she thinking??? he made his intentions clear from the get go??? did she think she could hook up and rebound with the guy who contacted her family with a goddamn marriage proposal??? and she played the victim when in reality throughout their 3 week tryst she led him on and on and on, why didn't she say she would never ever marry someone like him?? so embarrassing lol

There was a Magha Moon guy who I had mutual friends with and he's a complete deadbeat loser. He hasn't finished his degree (he was my senior at uni) he's broke as hell and all he does is go on road trips and drink till he drops and he had the audacity to ask my friends if I'd be interested in seeing him and I was like 🤢🤮ew no and he literally repeated this process every month no joke. He's asked me out more times than I can count, he's made our friends ask me on his behalf a billion times and I'm like ??? how oblivious or lacking in self awareness do you have to be?? He always told them that he thought I was "hiding" my interest in him 🤮🤢🤭so idk I feel like Nodals can be supremely delulu

[rottingambrosia]

so i went a lil crazy last night and wrote a really random rambling thingy about the striders its also kina jokey but eh i had fun

ANTIS DNI ION WANT YOU PERVIN UP MY INSANITY ALR???

tw for mentions of abuse, self deprecation, death, incest, stridercest, pseudo incest, massive spoilers, etc.

lil cal right? hes fucking insane. because lil cal is literally just like a peice of caliborn trapped in a fucking puppet and in the beta bro protects that puppet seen when rose throws dream lil cal out the window and he lands on bros hoverboard thingy and arrives on the metoer like place where john is, doing his weird ectobiology bullshit to ensure that lil cal will arrive on earth with bro because bro has had lil cal his entire life and that lil cal is not "empty" so says dave when he speaks with dirk because dirks lil cal, who he also grew up with, was "empty" because caliborn had not yet "corrupted"(?) lil cal which is why bro is such a dick to dave and i think thats also why bro expected dave, seen when daves meteor lands on earth and bro is prepared with a tiny pair of shades and im over here thinking like their universes were obviously combined like this entire time but (now i might be wrong i dont completely remember) but they all entered the game in 2009 right? (i dont think so but i dont remember :/) but the alpha kids entered the game ast the age of 16 not 13 ok wait no i remember now they entered while the beta kids were doing their 3 year journey to the new server but they(the alpha kids) had to wait nearly a year, but thatrs fine because jane mentioned that it was 'approximately 3 years'. bak to the topic of the striders dave says that bro was like a robot and that he only realized what real affection was on the meteorand i dont think he wouldve neccesarily noticed this in the case of the doomed timeline because in the doomed timeline vriska wasnt there to stop rose from drinking, terezi from becoming kismesis' with gamzee, blah blah blah. so vriska indirectly helped dave realize his trauma and he couldnt really talk to anyone on the metoer about it because most of them were trolls and then rose would probably be some sort of overbearing and dave probably didnt even really completely acknowledge it until he met up with dirk. then dave killed dirk.dave killed dirk and then brought him back to life. the version of his brother that he could actually bond with and who agreed with him that if he 'went unchecked would probably end up like that' dirk is (in my opinion) incredibly self destructive. he is constantly surrounded by a splinter of himself, constantly reminded of how "terrible" he is. he made a robot of himself to beat up the guy he liked. dirk (both beta and alpha) has sort of died more than the rest of them???? bro died to jack noir, dirk was decapitated himself multiple times, he nearly killed lil hal. his class is literally destroyer. he hates himself so much (and i love it) then theres their shades. eyes are often referred to the soul and ALL striders wear shades. bro, dave, dave alternates, lil hal, davesprite, davepetasprite, dirk, dirkbot, arquiusprite, etc. etc. etc. i think this alludes to them feeling vulnerable. bro is controlled by lil cal. dave was abused. lil hal is an ai and people often overlook his sentience. davesprite was also abused by bro and is literally from a doomed timeline AND becomes a sprite which means hes also similarily overlooked. it is insane how often the striders are sort of over looked by the other characters but i think they WANT to be somewhat overlooked hence why they use insane amounts of irony, sarcasm, etc. its because they want to be overlooked especially dave but at the same time theyre incredibly egotistical, especially dirk. AND THATS WHY I THINK THEY WOULD BENEFIT FROM STRIDERCEST BECAUSE DIRKS (SOMEWHAT) TONED DOWN IRONY AND EGO CAN BENEFIT FROM DAVES VULNERABILITY AND MORE OPEN HEART AND VICE VERSA BECAUSE DIRK COULD BENEFIT FROM KNOWING WHAT IT'S ACTUALLY LIKE TO BE AROUND THE BROTHER HE IDOLIZED BEHIND A SCREEN HIS ENTIRE LIFE (REFERENCE TO HIS TATTOO) AND DAVE COULD BENFIT FROM KNOWING WHAT ITS LIKE TO LIVE WITH A DIRK WHO ISNT "POSSESSED" BY LIL CAL AND

# ***THAT***

IS WHY STRIDERCEST IS THE BEST

and thats the end of my insanity. for now. itll come back when i finish watching the 17 hour long creepypasta iceberg video (its an iceberg video but in the video the guy calls it an island...because theres so much of creepypasta so clearly an iceberg isnt big enough(even though i watched kwites iceberg iceberg video and am well aware of how big they can be(i love kwite hes my comfort youtuber/streamer)))

or until i watch another homestuck analysis video

[eepybogboy]

so i had heard that some of the newer releases of Monster High dolls were being made with a different type of hair fiber and that a lot of people were upset about this.

i did not, until last night, realize exactly how bad it is.

i had some of the original MH dolls as a kid, but i wasnt able to tap into the collecting hobby until i had become an adult, years after my old toys had already been donated (a tragedy, but not really the point) and before the new reboot was launched. so my doll collecting hobby really began with Rainbow High. i loved that they came with a second outfit, they had long, soft, styleable hair, and they had substance to their bodies! unlike barbie dolls, RH has curves and weight in your hand when you hold them. i thought that was awesome.

anyway. i knew that RH didnt use the saran hair that barbie often used, and that mattel used for MH back in the day and in the reboot. being new to the concept of different types of hair, it didnt matter much to me. i could see the pros and cons of both saran and the type of hair RH used.

now, recently, i tried to buy Skulltimate Secrets Draculaura for my roommate for their birthday, and amazon let me wait a whole month for them to ship it before saying, just kidding, we dont have it, heres your money back. RUDE AS HELL!

well fine. now the SS Fearidescent is out, so ill just get them that one instead. i see in the reviews that her hair type is different, they voice disappointment but ultimately shes still cute and theres not a lot that we, as consumers, can do about it except maybe complain.

and im thinking, whatever, im used to RH hair anyway, and yeah its more staticky but its still pretty soft, so how bad could it be?

well, she came in the mail yesterday, and we were pretty disappointed at just how bad it could be.

ive come to realize that RH hair is not made of polypropylene, the new material theyre giving MH as of this line (ive heard that theyve given g3 clawdeen this type of hair before, which is a whole other can of worms that isnt one of the points of this post), but for rainbow high they generally use Nylon (correct me if im wrong) which is still cheaper and less authentic to real hair than saran, but is still generally pretty soft.

ive never had a doll with pin straight hair (and almost no styling product) feel this BAD in my hands. its coarse, lightweight, and easy to frizz, just from a quick finger comb. i soaked her in hot water and conditioner, and shes only a little bit softer.

i had my partner, who, besides being supportive of my hobbies and listening to me talk about it, knows next to nothing about the differences between types of dolls, feel the difference between the first g3 Drac, RH Karma Nichols, and Fearidescent Drac. on a few quick comparative touches, they noted that saran feels the most like real hair, while RH nylon feels kinda soft but not quite as nice. then they touched new Drac, and all they said was, "ah. depression."

i didnt have my hopes up at all but my expectations were still shattered. i legitimately didnt realize it was this bad. the downgrade is Immense. ive seen people rag on RH hair, and this is WORSE. i seriously cant believe how much worse it is. i didn't think mattel would make a $30 Beloved Brand Name doll with all those accessories and give her DOLLAR STORE KNOCKOFF HAIR, but i guess thats on me for holding a corporation to any sort of production standard in 2023 🙃

anyway, all this is to say, hair fiber snobs, im so sorry and i get it now. this shit sucks.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a wash. I accidently slept the whole thing away. I apparently needed the rest but emotionally I feel very bad because of it.

I didn't even sleep bad last night. I fell asleep easier then I have been. Putting on a true crime documentary always helps. I had stopped because some I had been listening to upset me to much. But the gentle voices help me turn my brain off I guess.

We didn't go to bed until late. James got home after midnight. I finished a few more squares of my blanket. I was feeling happy. I shouldn't stay up so late but honestly I missed it. I miss working into the next day. I do some of my best work that way. And when we got in bed I wasn't up for long. Which is better then spending two hours just laying in bed on my phone which makes me feel and.

I did wake up early this morning because something seemed wrong and I poked at James. But they told me they were okay and I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 8 and James was in bed with me still. I'm glad they got a little more sleep.

They made the bed and warmed up a biscuit for me while I got dressed. I was actually wearing a shirt dress today but I only wore that to the doctor's office.

We were off and the biscuit was a little chewy but it was fine. James brought a book and waited in the car for me when we got to the office.

I didnt realize we would be there for over an hour. I felt bad making James wait. But they said it was alright.

I was mostly concerned about finding out what the copay on this medication was going to be. And no one had an answer. Not the front desk. Not the nice nurse that checked me in. So she said she would check in with the office manager. And thankfully she came back and explained that it's just part of the $30 office visit pay. So I don't have to worry about it! Amazing. It made me feel a lot better that I don't have to fight the insurance about it. I just kept telling the office manager that I didn't want to screw it up and she's like. No?!! You aren't screwing anything up!! Made me feel more secure for sure.

The doctor came in and talking to me. I showed her the symptoms I've been tracking and she said a lot of this is just. Me and not side effects. So that's good! She said the nausea is a side effect and to just keep an eye on it.

And then the person who gives the injections came in and she was very nice. I got two injections in my belly. I did not enjoy that at all. I've never had that before. And it was a lot lower then I was expecting. Right in the middle of the flower tattoos I have. Which was funny to me. I told her about the tattoos and how it's a coverup of a coverup of a coverup of a tattoo I gave myself when I was 12. I think she thought I was silly.

The injection was a little painful but mostly because it was slow. The medication was viscous and thick. But it didn't take long. She wanted me to wait a half hour to see if I had any reactions. So I went to the front to make my next two appoints (Monday mornings two more times this month) and posted up to wait.

I felt fine though. Annoyed with myself for not bringing my crochet with me. But it was fine. I was mostly looking forward to leaving.

Once I was free I went to go meet James at the car. And they asked me where I wanted to go get brunch.

We decided on the iron rooster. I wanted the spicy omelette I had there before. And so that is what we did.

But I started feeling deeply sad. It was like as soon as we sat down I got a wave of sadness. I felt like I was trying really hard to hold a conversation but I couldn't. I was listening to the women next to us talk about their baby registry. I was watching people eat. But I felt very disconnected.

The food was good. James got their house made pop tart. I got to try a bite and while it would probably be to much for me to have a whole one, the bite I had was really nice. And my omelette was good. I saved half to have later.

We walked over to the grocery store next. Got some juice and butter and I got jelly beans because they were on sale. I got the popcorn ones I like. I also got a lemon meringue but I ended up not liking those. Maybe they will grow on me.

I was happy to be going home. I was trying to not be miserable but I was falling apart. I didn't like the seams of my shirt. My hair felt bad. I wanted to get changed and lay down.

And that is what I did. Once we parked we went upstairs and I changed inyo my sweatshirt dress. And got cozy in bed. I just watched stuff on my phone for an hour. But eventually I would fall asleep. Sweet has been hanging out with me a lot today. We were playing a lot last night and he was making me laugh a ton. So it was really comforting to have him with me today.

But I slept way way longer than I wanted, or then I expected. James says they tried to make me up a few times but I don't remember this. I woke up before 430 and was very distressed to find that it was so late. I tried calling for James but they were in the kitchen and didn't hear me. I texted them and they came running.

They brought me a snack and I slowly started feeling more human. But I felt so sad. I wasted the whole day. James kept telling me that's wasn't true but I just felt so bad.

I got my crochet and would make a few more squares. James would play video games in bed with me. And I would start feeling a little better.

James made us pizza and broccoli for dinner. And then we laid together for a while. We would finish building our Lego succulents. They look so good. I would put some dye in my hair. And eventually take a shower.

The bathroom isn't a nice place to be right now. There is kind of a horrific smell coming from somewhere. James thinks there is a dead mouse somewhere. They tried going though the closet and checking behind the panel that lets you into the wall. But no dice. I think it's in the pipes because the drains smell the worst. Thankfully if the window is open it isn't spreading outside of the bathroom itself. But I really hope we can solve it because it's not good.

Now I am in bed. My hair is wet. So I will go dry that soon. I am probably to tired to actually do the whole hot brush dry. But we will see.

Tomorrow James goes back to their surgeon. I hope they give them something to help them sleep. And we will take the Christmas decorations down. I have a poster to make and some examples for this weekend. I hope I feel more normal tomorrow and can be productive.

Sleep well everyone. I hope you are feeling better then I am. Good night my friends.

[liesareeasier]

‘Home To Hawkins’ By MoonFlowerWrites on WattPad :) An Eddie Munson Fan-Fiction Inspired By Stranger Things

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the second chapter of my Eddie Munson fan-fic! I'll be posting a chapter for this every few days, so check for updates. :) This is kind of a strangers to friends to lovers story. There will be graphic smut and mature content in this story, so please stop reading if you're not 18+. Thanks for checking out my story and I hope you enjoy it!! xx

~ Abbey, the writer. :) <3 xx

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Word Count: 9,230 words :)

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I wasn't quite sure why Eddie was here again, since he was just in last night, but the stack of tapes in the younger kid's hands sort of gave me my answer.

They must have stayed up late watching them or something. I wasn't quite sure. I didn't have to wonder for long, since Eddie loudly gave me my answer.

"Good morning, ladies," Eddie said with a large, boisterous grin on his face. "Dustin here tanked our campaign last night and must now face his dire consequences."

Oh, Dustin is Henderson! I've heard Max talk about him a ton of times!

The kid, who I now knew to be Dustin, hung his head and morosely replied to Eddie, "it's not my fault. It's, it's- it was the dice!"

"Blame the dice all you want, Henderson," Eddie said with a demonic chuckle. "You will remain in the dungeon until we meet again..."

"You ready to return all of those already?" Robin asked as she crossed her arms. "You just rented them last night, Eds. There's no way you watched even half of these."

I laughed under my breath and grabbed the returns that I had gotten out from the box. We had already checked them back into the computer system and I wanted to get them back on the shelves.

Robin could certainly deal with Eddie and Dustin on her own. They were her friends, after all. I was still just getting to know them.

I put the movies back into their spots after a bit of searching. One was an action movie and the other was a kid's movie, both near the back end of the store. I started to make my way toward the backroom, needing the go over some paperwork, when Eddie stepped directly into my path.

He looked good today, dressed in almost the same outfit as yesterday. He had on dark grey jeans, his white sneakers, and his vest from yesterday but instead of his devil shirt, he was wearing a Motorhead t-shirt. His ornate rings glinted off of his hands as he ran his fingers through his long brown hair.

Fuck.. How is he so hot?

"Hey, Eddie," I said, trying to hide how nervous he made me. "Why are you back so soon? Our movies not good enough for you?"

"Mm," Eddie purred, leaning up against a display. "Well, you see, the kids were just so devasted after I crushed them last night. Basically cried themselves to sleep after they scarfed down their pity pizzas."

"You don't want to keep what they picked and watch them yourself?" I joked, knowing that their selections were far from what I believed Eddie's taste was.

"If I have to watch 'Fast Times' one more time and watch Sinclair and Wheeler ogle over the nude scenes one more the," he snapped, laughing. "No. No, I won't. I prefer something with a little more...substance." He raised his eyebrows and put his free hand on his hip.

Sinclair? Like Lucas Sinclair? Oh my God! That was totally Max's boyfriend yesterday and I didn't even realize...

Eddie continued, breaking me from my rambling thoughts, "so, you like Hawkins so far? Pretty riveting of a town, huh?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm from here, though. So I kind of knew what to expect," I answered. "It's not overly exciting but this place needed me. So, here I am."

I looked around the store, taking it all in. It still felt pretty strange to be the person in charge of this place. It didn't seem real yet.

"So, Robin said you own this place?" Eddie asked. "I don't mean to be so forward, well maybe I do, but how did you buy the video store?"

"I didnt," I answered, slightly fiddling with the rings on my hands. "It was in my family. It's a long story, but when my grandp-"

My response was gratefully interrupted by Robin coming up to us, "Eddie, let Violet get back to work, please. She has important things to do. Boss things." Robin winked at me and flashed me a quick, playful smile.

"Alright, alright. I'll grab Henderson and we'll be on our way," Eddie said, jokingly throwing his hands into the air. "He got those all checked back in right? I don't need him racking up my late fees again."

"Yeah, Munson, you're all set," Robin said as she and Eddie started walking toward the front of the store. "You know, I was a little harsh yesterday. 'Elm Street' isn't that bad. I just can't do scary movies. Not after..."

Robin's rambling voice trailed off when they were out of my earshot. Eddie flashed a look back at me before he left the store. I held his gaze for just a second more before I swung open the door to the manager's office.

I had so much paperwork to go through before Paul, the store's manager, got here today. Even with the long workday ahead of me, my thoughts kept circling back to Eddie.

Eddie... Eddie Munson... At least I know his name now... He plays it cool and then he gets worked up over his movie rental late fees... What is his deal?

•••

My second day at the video store was noticeably busier than my first. I spent the bulk of my morning reviewing sales records and reaching out to local theaters, looking for a partner for the store.

We had decent sales numbers on our own, but there was still room for improvement, especially if we wanted to remain open long-term. If we could team up with a local movie theater, we would be able to start doing our own, private movie screenings and events.

I would love nothing more than to host something like that. This town was begging for something new and fun to do.

Robin had graciously stayed in the main part of the store while I sorted things out in the back. I only heard the door chime a handful of times and I had told her to grab me if she needed help. She brought me some of her lunch to share and we sat together while we ate, but that was all I had really seen of her.

Keith had also gotten here a little while ago, maybe an hour or so. I introduced myself to him but would have to wait to get to know him better until after I was finished in the office.

After a while, I threw on the headphones to my Walkman and put in a Metallica cassette. I needed to zone out for the last hour until Paul got here. I had never done paperwork like this before and it was going to take some getting used to.

•••

While I was deeply focused on the September sales sheets, a hand rested itself on my shoulder. I shuddered at the sudden touch, ripped the headphones from my ears, and whipped right around.

I relaxed instantly when I saw that it was only Robin who'd touched me. She was now standing in the doorway with a man I didn't recognize right behind her. I stood up and followed her and the guy into the main part of the store.

"Hello. Violet Bradford, I presume," the man said as he held out his sweaty hand for me. "I'm Paul."

"Oh, yes. Paul. It's good to finally put a face to a name. Hello, nice to meet," I said cordially, as I shook his hand and rested my hand in my back pocket to slyly dry it off. "And yep, that's me."

"Well, Violet, think these belong to you," Paul said as he handed me a heavy set of keys on a Garfield keychain. "There's all the keys you'll need. That'll give you access to the cash register, the front and back doors, the safe, and the break room. Now, I hate to cut this short, but I can't stay for my shift today. Good luck to the both of you. I'm off to Miami." Paul chuckled and started to turn away from us but Robin stopped him.

"Miami?" Robin questioned. "What are you talking about, Paul? Since when are you going on vacation?"

"It's not a vacation, sweetheart," Paul rudely mocked.

I did not like the sudden shift in his energy, at all. Robin flashed me a side eye, apprehension apparent on her face over what Paul was going to say next.

He continued after a moment, "I'm moving down there. A new line of boutique hotels is opening up right on the beach and I've been offered a head management position there. Yeah, that's right little girls, I'm going to be running all of them. I'm sure I mentioned it to you."

"No, you sure didn't, Paul," Robin said, the volume of her voice elevating a little bit.

"You never said anything to me about this during our phone calls," I said, utterly confused at why he was abandoning the store with no notice. "What the hell?"

"Look, look kittens," he started, talking obnoxiously with his hands. "The gig here has been nice but to be quite honest with you both, I'm not going to be working under a female. And basically a kid, at that. Good luck here." Paul chuckled with a condescending smirk on his face.

"Fine, get the fuck out of my store then," I snapped at him, my patience having been drained after a long afternoon.

Keith came back to where we were standing and stood watching us, his mouth hanging open in shock as he watched me unleash on Paul.

I continued harshly, "and please, I hope the door hits your sweaty ass on the way out. Good luck in Miami, you scum bastard. Try to crawl back here, ever again, and I'll have your trash ass arrested. Get the fuck out, pig."

Paul scoffed, threw his hands up, and walked toward the door. He flung it open aggressively, mumbled cowardly expletives under his rancid breath, and stormed out, glaring back at me as he walked to his rusted silver sedan.

I walked out the door, stood with my arms crossed, and smiled at him as he left. I gave him a sarcastic wave as he pulled out of the parking lot and flipped him the bird with both hands.

God, I fucking hate misogynistic assholes like that... He was the store's head manager, though... FUCKING HELL! What are we going to do now?!

I marched back into the store, greeted by Robin and Keith's equally shocked faces. I get it, I did snap at Paul but I didn't mean to upset them in the process.

I didn't want to make a bad impression on them but guys like Paul royally pissed me off. I hated that I let him work me up like that, but I couldn't change my reaction now.

"What? Is there something in my hair?" I joked as I tousled my fingers in my waves and walked past them, taking a spot at the front counter.

"You didn't tell me she was insane, Robin," Keith loudly whispered.

"She's not, Keith," Robin retorted, standing up for me. "There's no room for assholes like Paul at Family Video. That was so hot, by the way... Well, I guess we don't have a store manager now but he was leaving anyways."

"He quit?" Keith asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Guess he's going to run some hotel chain in Miami," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah. My mom got one of those calls too," Keith laughed. "It's a phone scam. My mom looked up the address they gave her and it's for a junkyard near the swamps down there. Pretty sure it was on the news last week."

Robin and I burst out laughing when we realized that Paul had fallen for such a scam. In our brief interaction, I knew he deserved whatever he was getting when he got down to Florida. Once he inevitably came crawling back to Hawkins, there would be no place for him here.

It would be tough, going forward without a seasoned store manager in place, but we would just have to restructure a bit. We would make it, I was sure. There was a capable team still here. We didn't need an asshole like him dragging us down regardless.

"Sorry for all of that, by the way," I said before Keith went to filter out the new releases. "He just- Paul just really got me worked up and I kinda snapped. I hope you don't judge me too much based on that."

"No worries," Keith said with a slanted smile. "I hated the guy anyway. Always going on about how we should convert the store to adult-only movies and could never give a solid recommendation to anyone. His favorite movie is 'Rhinestone', if that tells you how much of a creep he is."

"Do you need help closing, Keith?" Robin asked. "Paul was supposed to stay with you but um, I doubt he's coming back to help you lock up..."

"I got it," Keith said. "I do it all the time. Just leave the register keys so I can make sure those stay locked up. Don't want pond-scum Paul to come back and try anything."

I laughed with Robin once more as Keith walked away. He was kind of monotone but he wasn't exactly as boring as Steve said. Okay, maybe he was, but I figured I was going to get along with him fine enough once I got to know him better.

That would have to wait for another time. My day here was almost up and there were a few things I still needed to do before leaving.

I figured that Max was in school, being that it was a Tuesday, so I looked up the Hawkins High phone number and dialed it. Hopefully, they would connect me to her and I could see what she was up to tonight.

Max wouldn't be able to come to see me at the store as I had originally thought, but I had forgotten all about the fact that she would be in school until after I was off. I hadn't been in school for about two years, so I had kind of forgotten about the timing of it all.

The phone rang and rang until a friendly woman's voice answered on the other line, "Hawkins High School, Go Tigers! This is Melissa, how can I help you today?"

"Hi, Melissa. How are you on this lovely Tuesday? I'm looking to speak to my daughter, Maxine Mayfield," I fibbed slightly, just wanting to make sure I had the best chance of reaching Max. "I need to remind her of her after-school activities and she ran out on me this morning before I could speak with her."

"I'm doing well. Thank you for asking, Mrs. Mayfield. Of course, no need to explain. I know how these kids can be," Melissa laughed casually on the other side of the phone, and I bit my tongue. I couldn't believe she had fallen for that.

She continued, "I'll get her teacher on the line and have them connect you to her. Just stay on your end and give me a moment."

"Perfect. Thank you so much and god bless," I said, choking back tears of laughter on my end.

Max is going to get a kick out of this later...

"Hello? Mom? Is everything okay?" Max's confused voice sounded over the phone after a couple minutes of me waiting.

"Everything's fine," I said. "Max, hi, it's Violet! I just wanted to make sure I could call you here, so I told the front desk I was your mom."

"Oh, no way! Hi!" Max said and I could practically feel her glowing through the phone. "How are you? Are you here yet?"

"Yep! I got into town yesterday," I said smiling. "What are you doing tonight? Can I see you?"

"I have to finish a project after school but we're all going to the arcade later. Me and my friends, that is," she answered. "Meet us there?"

"I will see you there! I haven't been there in forever," I said, looking over to Robin for approval. "Can my friend Robin come too?" Robin nodded, showing that she was down to come with me.

"Robin? Like Robin, Robin?" Max asked, her confusion seeping through the phone.

I was starting to realize that I knew more about these 'strangers', from my conversations with Max, than I had first realized. I wasn't going to let that get in my way of getting to know them. I didn't know too much about them after all, just some bits that Max had relayed to me.

"Yes! I'll explain everything when I see you," I said, remembering that Max knew that I was coming into town but didn't know the exact reason why.

I continued, "And Steve, too. We all had plans tonight. If that's okay with you?"

"Of course! I love Robin and Steve," Max said, softer than before. "Okay, well, my teacher is glaring at me and I need to get back to class. See you at 7! We're getting pizza there, so don't be late!"

"I won't be, Max," I promised. "We'll see you there."

"Bye, Violet," Max said before hanging up.

"Bye, Max," I said, returning the phone to its stand.

I leaned up against the counter and turned my attention back to Robin. She had been listening to my conversation but I wanted to fill her in on the details.

"So, Max said she's meeting her friends at the arcade at 7 for pizza and some games. You in for that?" I asked.

"Absolutely! I'm ready to kick your ass in some games," Robin said, maniacally rubbing her hands together.

"Well, I'm not sure how that's possible when I'm an absolute beast at Ms. Pac-Man and that's where I'll be all night but we'll see," I laughed, playfully raising my eyebrows at her. "Think Steve will want to come? I kind of just hijacked your plans."

Robin nodded, "he'll want to go. There are usually plenty of people our age that go and hang out while their younger siblings play. Any chance to hit on and flirt with girls, Steve is in for."

I smiled and nodded to myself for a second before turning my attention to the clock. It was just about to turn 3:30, meaning our day here was almost over. We just needed to tidy the store a little, vacuum the carpets, and I was going to clean the windows before heading out.

•••

The second the clock struck 4 pm, Robin and I clocked out, said our goodbyes to Keith, and got the hell out of there. I was grateful to have such a trustworthy team as my staff. That is, now that Paul was gone.

'Pond-Scum Paul'... Ha... Keith is funny...

I threw my bag into my back seat and hopped into the front. I handed my box full of cassettes to Robin and let her choose what she wanted to listen to.

"Cool car, by the way," Robin said as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Thank you, Robin. Pick something out for us," I said, beaming at her. "I'm sure it's not a long drive to Steve's but I need something good to drive to."

"Ooh, well, let's see," Robin said as she rifled through my unorganized box of cassettes.

It was just an old Doc Martens box that I kept tucked away in my backseat. I cycled out what was in there with the rest of my tapes at home, depending on what I was currently listening to or felt like I hadn't listened to in a while.

Robin grabbed out my single 'Blondie' cassette and popped it right in. She told me where to go as we drove to Steve's house. She said that he was just going to be home alone and should be there waiting for us.

"His parents work a lot and I think they're out of town right now," Robin said. "He doesn't talk about it much, but I can tell it bothers him and he likes having people over as much as possible. Turn left here."

I followed Robin's direction, trying my best to hear her over the loud music. She bopped her head along to the beat as we neared Steve's street.

"You don't think he'll have a girl over or something, do you?" I said, giggling a bit at the thought.

"Oh god, I hope not," Robin said, burying her face in her hands. "It wouldn't be the first time..."

She paused for a moment, recalling something, before continuing, "take this next right and then his house is the one with his car in the driveway. 7 down on the other side of the street. You can just park in the driveway next to him!"

I turned down Steve's street and started looking for his car. It was right where Robin said that it would be and I turned down the music as I parked next to the burgundy BMW.

I got out of the car, not before grabbing my tote bag, and followed Robin up to the front door. She didn't bother knocking and tried the knob instead. It opened upon her touch and she rolled her eyes as we stepped inside the threshold.

"Really, Steve? You don't lock your doors? After everything?" Robin yelled through the house.

"Shit! Robin?" Steve's voice rang out from up the stairs.

"Down here!" Robin called out.

I looked around at his house and was instantly impressed. It had tall, two-story ceilings and was decorated extremely nicely. It had a nice, modern feel with homey, traditional elements.

"I don't even have my hair done yet. I thought you needed a ride anyways," Steve said when he popped out at the top of the stairs, clad only with a towel, his hair sopping wet. "You didn't tell me she was coming, too!" Steve's eyes widened when he saw that I was also standing in his foyer.

"Hey there," I waved up at Steve, who was visibly blushing from being caught in only his towel.

"Um, hey guys," Steve said. "I'm gonna get dressed and I'll be right down. Robin, show her around the place, will ya?"

Robin nodded and grabbed for my arm. She led me through the large house, showing me all of the expansive rooms, eventually winding up in the backyard. We sat down at the patio table next to the pool and waited for Steve to come out.

Robin said he would probably want to smoke a bowl and that we should wait outside. I hadn't smoked in so long so I was excited to partake with them.

I assumed he was doing his hair and that was what was taking him so long. There was no way he didn't blow dry it every day, with a flow like that.

I didn't mind waiting, especially since it was so nice outside. With winter approaching, I wanted to soak up as much of the outside as I could.

After about 20 minutes or so of waiting, Steve finally came out of the sliding glass door. He was toting a red acrylic bong and a baggy full of some green herbs in his hands. I smiled at him as he made his way over to us.

Steve looked nice, even dressed casually. He had some crisp grey sweatpants on and a green crewneck sweatshirt with a navy polo layered underneath. He was wearing his Cortez's again. I liked his style, even though it wasn't what I gravitated toward.

"So, you knew I would be out at 4 and you were still in the shower?" Robin asked as Steve sat down.

"'Hi, Steve. How are you? Thank you for letting me come over. By the way, our new friend is driving me to your house, so make sure you're decent when we get there'," Steve mocked.

"Fair enough," Robin said, throwing her hands up as Steve started to load the bowl.

"You smoke?" Steve asked, looking toward me as his fingers busted up the sticky buds.

"I have before, yeah," I said. "It's been a little while though."

"Yeah, you're gonna have to drive us later, Steve," Robin laughed, leaning back in her seat as Steve took the first hit of the bowl. "This purple palm tree delight is going to knock her socks off."

He passed the bong to Robin on his left, blew out a cloud of smoke, and addressed her, "and where exactly are going? More plans you failed to fill me in on?"

"Max and everyone are going to the arcade later," I spoke up as I grabbed the acrylic bong from Robin.

I took a deep breath before lighting the hairy buds and deeply inhaling. I cleared the milky hit and held in the smoke until my lungs started to burn. I blew out a rather large cloud before passing the water-pipe back to Steve.

I continued, "and please don't blame Robin. I was the one who called Max and made the plans. It just kind of happened. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but we do want you there."

"No, I'm down to go," Steve said before he hit the still-cherried bowl. "Just need to change before we leave. What time are they getting there?"

"Max said 7," I answered.

"Alright, well, let's finish this and go inside for a few coffees before we leave. We need to wake those eyes of yours up," he lightly touched my knee as he looked at my undoubtedly red eyes. "I have some Visine too. You'll both need it."

Steve laughed as he looked over at Robin, whose eyes were just as red as mine must have been. We all started cracking up as the bud set in. Steve loaded one more bowl after we had burned the first one to white. We only smoked half of the second one before heading inside.

"Steve, you're one to talk," I said as I stood next to him in his large kitchen. "Your eyes are just as bloodshot as ours."

"Shiiit," Steve exclaimed as he looked into a reflective silver tea kettle on his stove.

Steve went over to the coffee pot, turned it on, and went to grab some eye drops from his bathroom. He popped some drops in his eyes when he got back and then handed the bottle to me. He stood incredibly close to me as I slipped the drops into my eyes.

I blinked out the drops, rode out the sting, and passed the bottle to Robin. I quickly put them in and took a seat at one of the leather stools next to the counter. I took a spot next to her and waited for our coffees to be done. The weed was smacking me and I needed the caffeine boost asap.

•••

After we each downed two cups of coffee, Robin and I had made ours mochas with some imported chocolate syrup that Steve's mom kept stocked, we were about ready to leave for the arcade. Steve just wanted to throw some jeans on before we left and then we'd be on our way.

I waited on the couch with Robin, and leaned up against her, while Steve got changed. Even though I was still pretty stoned, I felt safe being with Robin and Steve. It was surprising how quickly I connected to both of them but I wasn't fighting it.

"You almost ready?" Robin called out, standing up off the couch and stretching.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming down," Steve said. "Don't cream your jeans."

"God, you're gross," Robin scoffed as she grabbed her bag and walked toward the front door. "You coming, Violet?"

"Oh, yeah," I said as I popped up and slung my black tote bag over my shoulder. "Let's go!"

"Jesus, you two are going to be so obvious," Steve whined as he rolled his eyes and held the door open for us to leave. "Let's go, stoners."

•••

The drive to the arcade was relatively short and I was relieved that Steve had offered to drive. Well, Robin told him that he was but still. I was slightly sobering up but there was no way that I could drive just yet.

Robin had insisted that I ride in the front seat since she wanted to lie down in the back and I didn't fight her. Steve even let me pick the music for the ride there. He didn't have a wide selection but I settled on a Smiths album.

I'm going to have to give him some of my old tapes to play when I'm in here...

I had almost fallen asleep on the way but shook myself awake when we pulled into the arcade lot. It was busier than I expected it to be and I looked around at all of the people out front. Steve had said that a lot of people came here just to hang out but it was only a Tuesday and I just hadn't expected this.

Once he turned the engine off, Robin jumped up and started opening her car door. Steve walked around to my side of the car and opened my door for me. He held his hand out for me and I grabbed it, allowing him to help me out of the car.

"Thanks," I said, smiling up at him as he closed the door behind me.

He brushed some hair out of my face before replying, "it's no problem, Violet. Come on. Les go inside."

He smiled sweetly at me as we all made our way into the busy arcade. Everyone was staring at the three of us as we walked inside but I blew off the attention. Hawkins was a small town and everyone probably just didn't recognize me.

Steve held open the door for Robin and me and we walked into the arcade. It looked almost exactly the same as when I was a kid, aside from some of the newer games and the Surfer Boy pizza kitchen. Robin had said that their friend managed it but that he wasn't going to be on shift until later.

"Argyle's a huge stoner," Robin whispered to me. "If you need anything, hit him or Eddie up. They'll both be able to help you."

Steve went to the counter and ordered a couple of pizzas before the kids got here. We tried to throw in some cash but Steve insisted on paying. He grabbed us a few cans of Coke from the drink fridge and led us over to a table to wait for the pizza and the kids.

"Steve, please take this," I said, trying to push a $10 bill to him.

He refused, throwing his hands up, "your money is no good here. Sorry!"

"Whatever," I said as I stuffed the bill back into my leather wallet. "Well, I owe you one."

At this point, I couldn't help but notice all the stares hadn't stopped when we came inside. People also kept coming up to us and saying hi to Robin and Steve. I hadn't realized that they were so popular and all of the attention was slightly overwhelming.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, they called Steve's name, alerting us that our pizzas were ready. He had ordered us three pies. A pepperoni, cheese, and a Hawaiian pizza with jalapeños were on the menu for tonight.

I'm not so sure about the pineapple one but I may just be stoned enough to try it...

Just as Steve sat back down with the pizzas, Max and the group of kids I had seen in my store yesterday came barreling around the corner. Max's blue eyes lit up when she saw me sitting there. I hopped right up and ran straight over to her.

"Violet!" Max exclaimed as she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around me.

"Oh my god, Max! Hi!" I said, trying to hold back tears. I hadn't seen her in person for a few years and I missed her so much.

I continued as I set her back down on the ground, resting my hands on the side of her face, "I missed you so much, cousin!"

"Me too," Max said as her emotions splayed across her face.

I could tell that it was hard on her, having to be apart because of our moms. All of that was going to change. I wasn't going to let their relationship get in the way of mine with my sweet cousin.

"Come on," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and leading her over to where Steve, Robin, and the others were waiting. "The pizza is ready and you need to eat some dinner."

"Oh, yum!" Max said. "Is Argyle here yet? He always makes the best pies."

"No, not yet," I answered. "Robin said he'd be in later but it still looks really good."

"Good. I forgot to grab a snack after school so I'm starving," Max said as we got closer to the table. "Okay, so I know you've met Robin and Steve, but have you met everyone yet?"

"I think so," I said as we sat down at the table, in between Robin and the boy I figured was Lucas. Max had said that he was on the basketball team and he was the only kid wearing Hawkins High spirit wear, so I knew it had to be him.

I continued after I grabbed a slice of pepperoni and a slice of the pineapple pizza, "Robin, Steve, and I work together. It's a long story. And then I met all of these guys yesterday at the video store." I smiled at the kids who were all staring, wide-eyed at me.

"Is this your cousin?" The boy who I assumed was Lucas asked Max.

"Yes, hi," I said, leaning around her and answering his question myself. "I'm Violet."

I turned my attention to the rest of the boys before speaking again, "sorry I didn't introduce myself yesterday. It was my first day back in town and to say it was overwhelming would be an understatement."

"S'okay," said the kid I knew as Dustin. "I'm Dustin, that's Mike, Will, and Lucas."

All of the kids waved at me and I returned the favor. They said they had another friend, a girl named El, that might be joining us later.

"Yeah, and don't forget about Eddie," the kid named Mike said as he shot me a look, between scarfing bites of pepperoni pizza.

Eddie...

I gulped upon hearing his name. The thought of him coming tonight honestly hadn't crossed my mind. I want to see him again though, so hopefully, he felt the same.

I finished the last few bites of my pizza and leaned back in my chair. The pineapple and jalapeño pizza was surprisingly delicious but the heartburn wave I was fighting wasn't as great. I decided to step outside for a minute while the kids started playing games and Steve and Robin cleared the table before joining them.

I grabbed Max and told her what I was doing, "I'll be back inside in a few minutes. I just need some air. Meet me over by the Ms. Pac-Man machine?"

Max eagerly nodded and ran to join her friends. I smiled to myself when I saw her throw her arms around her boyfriend and give him a little peck on his cheek. I was so happy for her that she had a good group of friends around her.

She deserves nothing but pure happiness...

•••

The cool, autumn air whipped against my face as I pushed open the door to the arcade. It wasn't as busy out here anymore, only a small crowd gathered near the door.

I was still pretty buzzed from the weed earlier. I just needed to breathe for a second and clear my head.

I leaned up against the window and rested my head back against it. I closed my eyes for a minute, just letting the high wash over me, and relaxed into it.

I was on my own for no longer than two minutes before I heard loud footsteps approaching and could tell that someone had leaned up on the window next to me. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at who was standing next to me.

I should have known it would be him...

"Hi Eddie," I said as I turned my gaze back to the parking lot.

"Waiting for me, I see?" Eddie said and I could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

"Oh, for sure," I said, crossing my arms and lifting myself off the window, facing him. "Here to escort you inside to the VIP area."

"Well then, m'lady. If you insist," Eddie said as he stuck out his elbow, wanting me to grab it and walk with him.

I laughed off his gentlemanly gesture and walked toward the front door. He scampered behind me and rushed to grab the door. He held it open, flashing me that pretty smile of his, and I walked inside, giving in to him.

I tried to ignore them, but I could hear everyone out front talking... I was pretty sure they were talking about me.

That's her...

That's Harrington's girlfriend?

Who even is she?

That is her, I'm telling you...

He opened her door earlier and touched her face. I'm telling you, they're dating...

I love her outfit...

Why is she with the freak?

How is she with Steve?

That's her, dude...

My cheeks were flushed and I didn't want to acknowledge any of their comments but Eddie was going to let me off so easily. He grabbed my arm softly, gently stopping me from going any further than the lobby of the arcade, but certainly not forcing me to stay with him.

"You're dating Harrington?" Eddie asked, his arm still resting on mine, a frustrated look splashed on his face.

"No, no I'm not dating Steve," I said, sure that Eddie could hear my heart from how fast it was beating. I still felt high from earlier but it wasn't helping to calm me in this situation.

What is this shit Steve made me smoke? It's good, but damn, I need to smoke like half of this amount next time...

I continued, steadying my breathing as Eddie took his tense hand off of me, "I just met him yesterday. That's absurd."

"It's just- everyone outside was saying..." he trailed off, his gaze going to the door before turning back to me. "Sorry. I should know better than to make assumptions about people in this town."

"It's okay, Eddie," I said, flashing him a slant smile. "I guess I can forgive you."

I nudged him and walked over to Max, who I had seen playing on the DigDug machine since I'd walked in. I could feel Eddie's eyes on me as I walked away but I didn't turn around. He couldn't have the satisfaction of knowing how much I already thought about him.

"Hey kid," I said as I stood next to Max. "Pac-Man time?"

"Yes, ugh," Max said as she took her hands off the game. "I can't beat my high score on here. If I could just beat this one part..."

"Let's regroup over here and then we can come back to DigDug," I said as we walked over to the surprisingly empty Ms. Pac-Man machine. "I've never played that one either, so you'll have to show me all your tricks."

"I will after I beat you at this," Max said with a playfully evil grin as she gripped the controls, waiting for me to put some tokens in.

"In your dreams, cousin. In. Your. Dreams," I said, slowly putting my hands on my hips and glaring at her. "Go ahead. Show me what you got, little Mayfield."

•••

We had played Pac-Man for longer than I had planned. Almost an hour had passed and I was smoking Max. I had tried to let her top my score but I was creeping closer and closer to beating the top score on the whole machine. I was in the #3 stop and I couldn't stop at this point.

I need to win this machine... I own this bitch...

I kissed my last token for good luck and rolled it into the machine. Max was right by my side, cheering me on. I could hear a few of the others behind, joining in her cheers, but I was tuning them out. All I was focused on was winning.

After I thought I was about to fail, I came back and almost fainted when the 'High Score' screen started flashing. I could hear the small crowd behind me erupt and all start to grab at me. I was instantly brought back into the moment.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" Dustin screamed as he tugged on my arm.

"She scored over 200,00! 200,00!" Mike exclaimed, shaking Will's shoulders.

"Nobody has ever scored more than 120!" Dustin said excitedly.

I turned my attention back to the game, needing to put my name into the winning slot. I was about to key in my name when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You could name it after me," Eddie said as he leaned up against the machine next to me.

"I think not," I said as I punched in my three-digit name.

V-I-O... Perfect...

I continued, "if you ever beat me, then you can add your own."

"That was cute, by the way," Eddie said, crossing his arms while I started blushing.

"What was, Eddie?" I asked, hoping that my makeup from this morning would still hide how crimson my cheeks had grown.

"Kissing the token before you played the round," Eddie said, leaning in closer to me. "You know, sometimes I do that to my dice when we're playing D&-"

He was cut off by Max pulling me away, toward a table where Robin and Steve were sitting, "leave my cousin alone, Eddie. She's not interested."

I shrugged back at Eddie and smiled his way while Max led me across the arcade. She knew how to get her way and I wasn't going to stop her.

Did Eddie just call me cute? Okay... Breathe... Relax...

Most of the group was sitting down at the table we'd eaten dinner at. Eddie, Lucas, and Will were still off playing games but everybody else looked like they were playing day to go home.

"Heard you kicked some ass at Ms. Pac-Man," Steve said as he tightly gripped my shoulders when I walked up and sat down in the chair in front of him. "So, you just think you can roll into this town and take over our video store and arcade all under 24-hours?"

"What is he talking about, Violet?" Max asked, confused by Steve's statement.

I patted the chair next to me, asking Max to sit down while I started speaking, "I meant to talk to you about that. Did your mom tell you that my grandparents passed away? My dad's parents?"

"Yeah, she told me," Max said, hanging her head a bit. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know what to say and you never mentioned it so I didn't want to bring it up."

"Max, it's okay," I said, resting my hand on her shaking knee, steadying it. "To be honest, it's not something I like talking about. It's still too fresh but- but um, when they passed, I found out that they still owned the video store. My parents were going to sell it but it went to me instead. So, that's how I met Robin and Steve."

"Oh, oh okay," Max said, nodding as she took it all in. "That makes a lot of sense now. I was so confused when you mentioned knowing them earlier."

"I was going to call you into the store today, too," I said. "Would you maybe want to pick up some shifts at the store? I can pay you well and we can hang out more that way."

"Are you serious? I'd love to! I just have to ask my mom but I'll sure she'll be all for it," Max said, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Does that mean you're staying here?"

"I think so," I answered and as soon as I did, Max wrapped her arms tightly around me. I held her back as I heard Steve start to round everyone up.

The other kids and Eddie joined our group as Steve was handing out the extra pizza to whoever wanted it. Lucas went over and hugged Max goodbye and I could tell she wanted to kiss him but didn't want to in front of everyone.

She's so cute...

"Alright, Stevie boy," Eddie said as he walked over to Steve.

I couldn't help but notice how different the two of them were, yet how similar they seemed. Steve was Ralph Lauren and Eddie was a Metallica merch tent. Based on all of the whispers and stares from earlier, Steve was the more sought-after option in this town but there was something about Eddie.

Don't get me wrong, Steve was hot. Like hot, hot. Eddie just- Eddie was just so beautiful and he had something deeply soulful about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I wanted to get to know more about him if he'd let me.

Eddie continued, breaking my thoughts and annoying me all at the same time, "so, you're taking your girlfriend, and Robin, and Mayfield home?"

"What are you talking about, Munson? My girlfriend?" Steve asked, blushing a little when he looked at me and shook his head in confusion.

"Apparently, we're dating," I said, shrugging my shoulders and crossing my arms.

The kids all erupted in questions.

You're dating Steve?!

My cousin? Really, Steve?

You just met her...

I thought she was with Eddie...

How are you already dating her?

She's too cool for you, Steve...

"Woah, Woah. Slow down," Steve said, frazzled. "What is going on?"

"Violet here was kindly waiting for me outside earlier. When she finally dragged me inside, we heard everyone out there talking about it," Eddie teased, staring dead into my eyes, trying his hardest to wind me up.

"It was just a bunch of gossip, Steve," I said, walking over to Steve and Robin. "But let's go or we'll be late for our date."

I winked at Steve, grabbed his hand in mine, and started walking toward the front door. This time I let the stares fuel me. It felt good to be seen.

I felt like I was finally with the group of people I was looking for. They had welcomed me into their strange, close little family and I felt like I was glowing from their good energy.

Max and Robin followed close behind as we made our way out to Steve's car. Steve was just going to take Max back to his place with us and then I was going to take her home from there. I was sober now and felt safe driving once we got back to Steve's.

I caught Eddie staring at me from next to his van as I slipped into the front seat of Steve's car. I lifted my hand to wave but he didn't wave back. I turned my gaze away from him and closed the passenger door closed behind me.

That's insane... Steve is cute but he couldn't be further from my type... Eddie has to know that... Steve's the kind of guy that I should like, that you're supposed to like... My mom would love him but Eddie... I hope I didn't fuck things up...

I didn't know too much about Eddie, just some things that Max had let slip. She didn't like talking much about what happened in the Upside Down, or whatever they called it, but I knew that Eddie had to carry some of the same traumas.

I don't want to hurt him...

•••

Max and I sat in her driveway for a while when I was dropping her off. It was a school night for her, so she really needed to get inside, but we both didn't want to leave each other.

"Well, I'm busy after school tomorrow but I'm free on Thursday," Max said when we were trying to make plans to see each other next. "I'm sure you're going to Steve's party on Saturday, so maybe I can see you on Sunday, too? Steve doesn't let us come to parties yet." She rolled her eyes, thinking about Steve's mature rules, while she waited for my response.

"Sounds like a plan, to me!" I answered. "I can come over here on Thursday and then maybe we can go to the diner on Sunday for dinner. My treat!"

"Okay! And I'll ask my mom about the job thing when she's home tomorrow," she said with a smile.

"She's still working nights?" I asked, unsure of what she was currently doing for work.

"Yeah. She picks up a lot of shifts nowadays, too," Max said as she reached for the door handle to get out. "Well, I'll see you on Thursday, Violet. I'm glad you're back."

"Me too," I said, beaming at her. "I'm here for you, Max. Whenever you need something or someone, call me. I'm at the hotel on the edge of town. Room 202. I'll give you the number when I see you on Thursday. I can't remember it right now. I love you. Get a good night's sleep and have a good day at school tomorrow."

"Thank you, cousin," Max said as she stood in the doorframe of the car. "That means more to me than you even know. I love you, too! Goodnight!"

I waved to her as she shut the door and she walked up to the front door of her trailer. I waited for her to get safely inside before I pulled away.

•••

I was driving down the last street in the trailer park when I was forced to slam on my breaks. A deer with glowing red eyes jumped out in front of my car, stared at me for a moment, and then took off into the woods.

I put the car into park and jumped out, trying to see where it went but it was too dark. There were only a few street lamps close to me but not where the deer had run.

I'm sure it was just my headlights in its eyes but what the fuck was that thing?

My thoughts were interrupted and I was startled once more when I heard someone call my name through the darkness. I looked around until I saw a figure come into the light of the street lamp.

"Violet?" The voice asked and I realized it was Eddie once I could his face lit up by the overhead light.

"Eddie?" I said, equally as confused as he appeared to be. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I live here," he asked, crossing his arms and looking past me at my car. "What are you doing, slamming on your brakes like that?"

"There was this-" I started but was unsure of exactly how to describe what I had seen. "There was a deer in the road. I just wanted to make sure I didn't hit it. I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll get heading home. Goodni-"

Eddie cut me off, throwing his hands up, "it's fine. You're fine, Violet. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry. Do you... Do you want to come in for a beer or a bowl or something?"

"Just assuming I drink, Eddie?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Here's hoping," Eddie laughed, jokingly crossing his ringed fingers.

"Okay, sure," I said. "Which one is yours? I should probably move my car out of the middle of the road."

"I'll show you," Eddie said, holding his hand out. "Your keys, please."

"Eddie, what?" I asked, confused by his request. "I can drive my own car."

"You may be in shock from almost hitting that deer. I insist. Allow me," he lowered himself into a bow and held his hand out even further.

I relented and tossed my keys his way. They landed on the ground right in front of him and he scrambled to grab them and open my passenger-side car door before I reached it.

"Here you are," Eddie said as he held my door open for me.

He ran around the front of the car, stopping in the high-beams for a moment, and winking at me before he jumped into the driver's seat.

"Let's see what you're listening to," he said as he turned the car on and my radio up.

"Oh, well, this was Robin's selection from earlier today," I said as the Blondie tape started playing once more. Max and I had never turned any music on earlier, as we were lost in our conversation.

"Not a Blondie fan?" Eddie said as he started our short drive to his trailer.

I can't believe he's driving my car right now...

"They're okay. I'm more into Fleetwood Mac or more hardcore bands," I answered. "Here, this is what I've been listening to lately."

I warily handed my box of cassettes to Eddie as he threw my car into park. We had only been two trailers away from his. We could have just pushed the car here in a shorter amount of time. Eddie eagerly grabbed the box from me and started looking through it.

"No way, no way you listen to this," Eddie said as he pulled out my Metallica and Iron Maiden tapes. "Nobody in this goddamn town ever listens to good music."

"Not until now," I said with a bashful smile. "I did just get here."

"That you did," Eddie said with a smile as he handed back the box of cassettes. "Come on. Let's get inside. I heard there's wild deer running around these parts. Be careful."

Eddie laughed as he got out of the car and raced to open mine. I stayed sitting and let him grab it. I would have usually been annoyed at a guy acting like this but it didn't seem to be put on. Eddie was just sweet and gentlemanly without being pretentious about it.

I followed Eddie up to the door and was greeted by the smell of cigarettes and beer before the door even opened. He swung it open and held it for me as I stepped inside.

Oh my god... What am I doing? What if Max saw me walk in here? I can't believe I'm in Eddie's place right now... God, I have to work early tomorrow... I can't be here long...

"Alright, pick your poison m'lady," Eddie said as he returned with an armful of goodies.

As he laid a few beers, some joints, a bong, and a bottle of vodka on the table I didn't think I'd be going home any time soon.

Oh god, what am I getting myself into...

[mohamednesseem]

ZODIAC SPWN (not in book):

THE REDDIT MOD STORY (SHORT STORY BY MOHAMED NESSEEM)

The main character is a reddit mod for the Egypt sub, he is the most popular mod around but he has one obsession, removing irrelevent threads. For him it was about the rules, because without rules there is no purpose to life. And it worked, because the sub was doing great, getting more members and everyone followed the rules... until one redditor showed up. Everyone knew there was something weird about /u/analtuesdays but no one expected what he was about to do. He did not follow the rules. He spammed it with content that few appreciated least of whom was egypt's favorite mod. Each day his morning routine became to delete a new thread by /u/analtuesday. He could've banned him, but he didn't break the rules in an obvious way and he wasn't about to make an exception. All that could be done now is remove the spam. Days and weeks past by until he woke up to read a new thread titled "EAT MY HOTDOGS! TUESDAY SPECIAL!". That was the last straw. Options menu, Mod tools, click ban. It was done, he jumped straight back to bed, and slept so soundly like never before in weeks. No more analtuesdays. But what he didn't know was who analtuesdays knew. Furious about the ban, analtuesday picks up the phone and calls a friend. "They ban me? We will see about that". The next day, the mod stares at the screen in horror. PAGE NOT FOUND. Reddit the center of all things knowledge was banned. Friends tried to console him, "Its alright dont take it personally, its not the end of the world, they didnt just ban reddit but medium too, its just the way things are now, its the rules."

 

He couldn't sleep, his life changed in an instant. But maybe change needed to happen anyway, its been long since he done something else. He started going out more and seeing more people. There was an emptiness though, things didn't feel right, there were no clear rules in the real world. Walking back home, he stumples on a gang throwing trash everywhere. They shout "LOOK THE STREETS ARE DIRTY, CLEAN IT UP SISI!" The mod looked at them in dismay, holding back his anger. Its the way of the world nothing could be done. Then at the corner of his eyes, a beautiful young woman rushed up to the gang from across the street. She humliated them. They get closer, but step back once they see her holding a phone ready to make a call. Before they leave they tell her  "People like you are cursed". The mod was impressed, he knelt beside her to help clean the trash and they locked eyes. They would hold hands everywhere, eat together and share their deepest feelings. She shared stories about her past and he told her how he used to be a mod and how his father died when he was just kid. She was the present and the future, reddit was a distant memory and things have turned out better than he imagined. At the diner table at a new restaurant they been meaning to check, he took the order for both of them. There was a TV screen on the side. The mod was listening to her talk about her worries, her singing career wasn't going as well as expected. "It will all be fine, I will always be there with you" he tells her. Then the TV screen flashed breaking news headline: "REDDIT IS BACK". He looked on wistfully, but turned his attention back to her soon after. That was the past. That night, alone in his room, standing far from the computer. Searching for a distraction, he picks up empty soda cans and throws them in the trash. Is that all I am? He jumps back to his room and onto his computer, he logs in. Is there spam? Time to remove it! And then it hit him like a brick. In order for Reddit to be back in Egypt, a sacrifice had to be made. The admins banned the Egypt sub. Oh God. Not just that. The user /u/analtuesdays is now mod of the Arabs sub, a sub that now served as defacto sub for Egyptians and arabs alike. "HOTDOGS NOW, GET IT WHILE ITS GOOD!" were posts all over it. He checks out the posts, as it turns out analtuesdays has recently started a hotdog company thats taking egypt by storm. "TUESDAY SPECIAL! YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT!" Oh well, the mod sends him a message, apologizing for mistaking his posts to be lascivious that now he feels what its like to be banned by mistake. He got a reply instantly, "Apology Accepted! Oh and by the way, the ban of your sub was no mistake, who you think did it dumb dumb? You don't mess with my hotdogs!" The mod grabs a trashcan and empties it madly all over the house, then throws it at the mirror shattering it into pieces. That motherfucker!

 

"Why you look shaken up?" She asks him at the diner table. Should he tell her? What use will that serve. He began relaxing a bit as the night progressed. All that mattered now was his relationship. "So I was thinking, now that reddit is back and you are a mod, what about promoting my work there? A good word from you will mean a lot. And who knows some manager might see it." He was about to say it was against the rules, but then he remembered he wasn't a mod of any sub anymore. He couldn't break her heart, "I will see what i can do." But in reality he wasn't planning on doing anything. Time passed and friends been noticing a strange thing about him, always being distracted by something in his head. He couldn't get over it. It lurked there in his mind spoiling all joy in his life. He did all kinds of research on how the sub was banned and what links there were between analtuesday and the goverment entity that enacted the ban. He learned the goverment hired a secretive subcontractor to do it, led by a guy who also has shares in the hotdog company. Could it be analtuesday? He wanted to snap out of it before it started affecting his relationship, the one thing he has left. He sends her a ton of messages promising her hes going to change, his sole focus will be their relationship and that he thinks its time to get married. She didn't answer back. Whats going on? Dejected he logs in on reddit again, and sees a post by his girlfriend promoted to the top in the Arab sub. How did she do that? He rushes to find her at her apartment, only to find her on the side walk waiting for a car. He leapt to catch her until he saw a black mercedes park in front of her, doors opened and man in black suit and sunglasses steps outside to kiss her and open the door for her. She smiles and eagerly gets into the car. The man in suit closes the door, and for a moment looks at the mod with a smirk. Then goes back to the driving seat and they drive off.

 

Darkness. He steps into a gun shop. The owner was an army friend of his father back during the war, the same war that took his father's life. He was happy to see him. "You look just like him!" were the shop owner's first words. "Your father was a real asshole, everytime I tried to desert the battlefield, he would drag me right back! He sure saved stupid little me then." The mod asked for guns, and the owner led him inside to a door in the back. He flicked on the light switch and a whole weird array of weapons appeared on cushioned walls in a hi-tech room. They were something he never seen before. "You see, those arent your normal kind of guns. Pulse guns, lasers, plasma charger, the guns of the future. Developed by the Egyptian and the Israeli military but found no use for it after the war." He grabs one of the wall, "You gonna like this one, a Voice-operated Laser, you don't need to aim to hit your target, just shout out commands. A house intruder? just shout it! But first I want to know what you want this for?" The mod didn't mince words, "Revenge".  The owner takes one good look at the mod, then abruptly puts the gun back and turns off the extra overhead lights. It was dim now. "Revenge is stupid. You know why your father died? Because of revenge. The war turned him mad. And now you want the same thing? Get out of my store." The mod didn't hesitate, and just walked off to the exit doors. As he opened the door to the street and was about to step outside, he heard "Wait". The owner stood stern in the middle of the shop and said "I got something for that."  In a dusty dark room full of old boxes, the owner opens one to take out a weapon. "A knife?" the mod uttered in disbelief. "Not just any knife". As he held the combat knife in the palm of his hands, it began to disappear. "Its an invisible knife. If revenge is what you want, then nothing hurts more than dying from something you can't see."

[deadxmastreedownthehighway]

to daddy dearest

a happy late birthday to you. i thought of you on your birthday but didnt message you. guess this is my unsent letter to you...

as a child i would naively hope that you would send a private detective to seek for us.. i woild always look at cars parked in front of the schools i would attend. i dreamed of you rescuing us from our mother. i wanted to be saved by you cuz that what dads would do right? i wouldnt be too sure since i was never worth staying back for to raise. no one ever thought i was worth the time. now should i really be as hard on my mother as i am especially since she stayed by my side and fucked me up in the process? i dont know. she made sure to tell me in almost all our fights that you didnt love me. you wanted us gone and aborted.

you never called only when we were 12.. you wanted to add us as dependents on your taxes.. i was secretly excited but you ended the call with my mother soon after.. even my oldest sister would tell me i would be a better child if you were around and that i needed you.. why werent you ever here? i struggled with math. mother would brag how bright you were with math.. she would tell me how many siblings i had in your side.. i was always alone.. i resent you.. even though i cried when i found your email at last and you answered back. it was one of the happiest moments in my life but you didnt allow me to be the greedy child i always wanted to be.. i wanted to be cuddled, comforted and be told everything was going to be alright and that you knew how to fix all of it.. i didnt want to have to build a relationship with another adult.. i wanted to pick up where we last left off when i was 7. i wanted to be a greedy kid.. i didnt to be lectured on what to do with my life.. why didnt you ask me about my fears or if i slept with plushies at night? you missed out on so much.. there was so much to pick up on.. but its never easy with an adult child huh? worse part is your child isnt fine.. it was quite the experience having to disappoint you too.. sometimes i of you too much and it makes me want to bury myself in a hole. i cant handle small talk.. i wanted badly to bond with you but i was the problem.. my expectations were unrealistic.. greedy even. once i saw you were going to provide what i seeked for i left.. i read in many articles about building relationships with a parent as an adult child and i could only think of my 13 year self that would of wanted to meet you. why did i even bother? after the last message on email and how you took so long was the part the stung me deeply.. with my toxic upbringing i assumed the worse.. i assumed it was me to why you stopped massaging.. i shouldnt have pushed beyond that.. when my mother asked i simply told her as if it didnt bother me that you didnt message me until a good while again.. i dont know why but maybe its why i didnt try as hard after when you contacted me after.. i resented you for not being in my life in the first place and after for leaving me again.. i wished emotions were easy to deal with..

surprisingly i felt like an outsider speaking to your other child.. i felt like an outsider speaking to you and listening to you speak of your other kids and even your grandkids.. absurd how you kept in contact with a grandkid in florida instead of with us.. maybe im just being a child with those thoughts.. daddy dearest i hate you and i desire to be with you but i resent you for waiting for your kid to show up to you.. i wish i was mature enough to know how to handle this.. have i met you several years before i would have begged to live with you.. to be saved from my mother.. but i was much too late for that.. i hate being a burden..

[hopelessrromantix]

How would Atsushi, Dazai, Akutagawa, and Chuuya react to their female s/o being loud during sex?

valid question... can yall tell i love dazai yet??

𝓐𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓲

loves it but will have a tough time admitting it

i mean, he makes it pretty obvious with how much he blushes, but still

isn't the type to do stuff in public, so you don't have to worry about that

he is the type to be very worried about neighbors or receiving noise complaints though

expect this man to nervously suggest a gag

he will second guess himself the whole time though so try not to make fun of him

he does however like knowing that you feel as good as he does

he takes it like a measurement of how good he's doing and if he's honest, he'll try to see how loud you can get

will absolutely deny doing this

all in all, you’ve gotten him to cum more than once from him listening to how loud you get

𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲

this man

he takes that shit as a challenge

will absolutely try and see how loud you can get

expect some heavy overstimulation cause he wants to see how far he can go

if you’re in public, he’ll make you try to stay quiet

if you get caught you’ll probably end up with some sort of punishment, so try to avoid it

usually that punishment is edging until you’re begging him

will regularly tease you about how loud you get

he’ll whisper it in the middle of work and see how fast he can fluster you

“i think everyone from here to Tokyo knows about last night”

“OSAMU”

𝓐𝓴𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓪𝔀𝓪

this man has no relationship experience

he probably thought he was hurting you at first

absolutely panicked and you had to explain that it was in fact a good thing

is still nervous but it's fine

once he gets used to it he really likes it

probably a kink for him im ngl

has probably gotten 'caught', but people were too scared to say shit

he's not super into to public stuff so not much to worry about there

will see how loud he can get you to go though

has tried a gag with you once but he didnt like it

basically he thinks it's the hottest thing he's ever heard

𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪

smug as hell

he wears that shit like a badge of honor

was like .2 seconds away from bragging before he realized he probably shouldn't talk about his sex life with the mafia

like Atsushi, he uses it as a gauge of how he's doing

more than once has gotten too wrapped up in it and ended up over stimming you

i mean... can you really complain though?

tries to tease you in public, he doesn't care about getting caught

the only person who could scare him is Mori (or Dazai but he won't admit that)

will he ask to record you? yes.

he needs content for when you aren't there, it's not his fault

make sure you give him some praise, he'll eat that up

[gogolstoelicker]

Can you write about MC/yuu that like bruno (if you has watch encanto) basically a sweet man that can see the future, disowned/run away from his family to protect his nephew and then got an entire song dedicated to him and the song basically everyone talk smack about him

Oh dear sevens i kin him

Dorm leaders with a Bruno!MC

warning(s): -

notes: really sorry this was late KSNSKNS

•and sorry if i got his character wrong, i havent watched encanto

A reclusive and anxious person, you try to manage you anxiety with superstitious rituals. You're also family-oriented, willing to sacrifice your place in the family to keep them safe.

Having the ability to see the future, you inadvertently hurt or angered the people around you whenever you had a prophecy, causing you to retreat from society and become paranoid and fearful of your own gift.

Riddle:

he tried to help you socialize more

he really tried bro

he even have this weekly "how to socialize" lesson sessions with you

you shivering in your timbers whenever ur lessons with him starts

but riddle notices you're really good at approaching what you fear when the situation calls for it🤔

so he kind of stopped the lesson bc u look kind of scared lol

but he did try to help u whenever you're stuttering in a conversation with someone

he doesn't get why u like rats but he just... let it go honestly

oh well everyone have their own likes and dislikes amirite🤔

he told u not to tell some prophecy so that u won't accidentally hurt or anger people anymore

and so people won't be too dependent of ur ability honestly😡

wanting to make their mother proud and is burdened by their mother's expectations🤝

Leona:

to be honest, he doesn't even remember u at first since u literally avoid people😭

so either he catches u doing one of ur rituals or u gave him a prophecy

if its the first scenario, he will surely go

🤨⁉️

and go back to nap or smth bc he doesn't care much but at least it leaves a lasting impression on him ig

if its the second one, then hooboy

it better be him being a king or smth😡😡

it was not btw

cue him biting his pillow in anger at night

one of the people u accidentally angered with ur prophecy oh oops

oh well he got over it, its ok! he accepted his fate alr!

overall, he doesn't mind ur presence

you don't try to butter him up neither do u talk smack about him

ur also quiet so he's pretty relaxed

Azul:

u remind him of idia

fear not, if he can have idia as a friend, he can surely pull u as his friend too‼️

and surely enough, he actually did got to befriend u

but friends or not, ur ability is giving him ideas🤔

maybe he can open a fortune telling shop? haha hes joking hes joking

or was he😳

but he did try to make sure u dont hurt or angered people with ur prophecy

and if someone is trying to like, 💪have a beat down with u bc of said prophecy, they will immediately stop

bc azul is right behind u, his glasses gave off a shine under the sun as he hold up a contract with a smile on his face

sometimes, he tweels would be right behind him too with the same smiles

"do not." he mouthed

welp you're safe now🤗didnt even know azul was behind u until u turn around

he lied saying hes just passing by btw

Kalim:

quite literally the opposite of each other

but when u got comfortable and finally got more goofy with him, kalim was ecstatic

like he might as well shake in excitement

he would even hold up parties for u!

but if you're not too comfortable with too many people, thats ok! kalim can arrange for there to only be people you're familiar with!

just a private party between the two of you would be fine for him too!

its ok hes flexible! he can go with anything you'd like!

I've been using many exclamation marks for kalim idk how to feel about this!!!

he really likes your ability to see into the future!

he would ask u d a i l y what prophecy u got each day

Vil:

u like acting so since vil is an actor, u quite admire him

when vil finds out about it, hes not all that surprised

he's used to being admired, that is what he deserves afterall

what he didn't expect is for u to be good at acting too

is this... FATE?! /JOKE

he did try to approach u since he saw ur talent but

but its like u suddenly shrunk and became 🐁

it took a while too but once u got comfortable with him, u got vil cleaning up ur appearance everytime

he almost faint when he saw u with a rat on ur shoulder

sometimes, he would ask u to practice his script with him

he doesn't think much abt ur gift honestly KSNAKSJKS

he'd rather work hard to a certain future rather than cling onto ur gift's hope

plus, if its bad, it might crush self-esteem too so no thanks❌he's good

Idia:

he kins u, u kin him

u two probably

got along the best with onr another

like "damn i don't wanna go out" "me too bro"

*games the whole day idk*

idia is very much comfortable to rant to u

especially since u encouraged him to talk about anything and not bottle up his feelings

be it his favorite show is having a season two or smth, about a new game he brought or maybe even some problems he have with himself deep down

he would be more than happy to do the same with u!

whatever u wanna talk about, ur best friend is right here

he might even let consider making u an ipad that would go to class for u just like the one he have

legit if u asked, hes already on it

on the other hand, he have mixed feelings abt ur ability

sure its cool but he doesn't think he'll be ready if he got a bad prophecy🤔

Malleus:

probably used a persona to approach him the first time

like hernando who is scared of nothing

so the second time yall meet and you're unprepared, he was like

oh:( are u scared of me now?

ofc its not actually like that but he is pouting on the inside tho

when u idk tell him youre just shy and explained everything he just goes :0

he's glad he didn't scare you since he really wanted to befriend u!

the beginning is kind of rough since malleus could be quite awkward and you're quite shy

so when u actually became more comfortable around him and even became more enthusiastic and cheerful, malleus may or may not be ecstatic too🤔

actually, hes too happy flowers might bloom in nrc

he quite interested in your ability to be able to see into the future

sometimes, he might even ask what prophecy u received

[violetnotez]

HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

Should I be getting ready for work? Yes, yes I should be 💀

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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Shop Owner Note: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS ONE-Gojos in particularrrrrr

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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