#magical girl bull shit

[fruchtchen]

i look at my in progress watercolors and want to scream "WHEN WILL YOU LOOK GOOD"

[disneyprincemuke]

they ask, "do you have a man?"

alternatively: can’t be discreet to save anyone’s life

in which everyone is curious why the grid princess is still single despite instagram posts from them seem to be giving out another narrative

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logansargeant posted on their story!

alexalbon ur never beating the dating allegations if u keep posting shit like this i fear

kidy/n omg i look so slay in that dress

logansargeant ugh you’re so right bb

lilymhe i need to know where she got this i fear 😔

logansargeant she said she will text you like a true girls girl ✊🏼

lilymhe ugh im in love with her

user1 gonna need you guys to announce you’re dating actually

user2 posting this and denying every dating allegation is actually crazy

user3 what if i jump in front of a moving train???

user4 such a boyfriend coded story from someone who’s not her boyfriend

kidy/n posted on their story!

oscarpiastri HAVING FUN WHILE I AM IN MELBOURNE I SEE.

kidy/n is there ever a day u wake up n ur not an outright hater?

oscarpiastri no cause you guys are hanging out without so that really fuels my ability to hate

kidy/n u got ur own gf mate, spend time with her?? >:(

oscarpiastri SHE IS LITERALLY WITH YOU RN TAKING THIS PICTURE

sebastianvettel this doesn’t scream “not dating” to the rest of the world btw

kidy/n ugh nobody will know grandpa

sebastianvettel wow hater alert

georgerussell63 still not dating i presume? 🤨

kidy/n no sir

georgerussell63 i smell a big fat lie i fear

user5 IS THAT LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT QUEEN?

user6 pls stop lying to the world and just kiss after a race 🙏🏼🙏🏼

user7 and why exactly is he nOt the one pushing u in a kart??

kidy/n

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oscarpiastri having fun without me should be a crime tbh

sebastianvettel this is why u weren’t answering ur phone?? ☹️

lilyzneimer photo credits where? 😔

kidy/n omg so trueeeeee i’m sorry i forgot

charles_leclerc making the uk look fun is a magic power

maxverstappen1 i heard the uk is only fun cause y/n lives there

landonorris what’s all this slander???

logansargeant

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logansargeant the only problem living with your best friend is that every night is party night

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kidy/n why are u telling people we’re alcoholics

oscarpiastri first you move in together, and now you’re not even inviting me to drink???

lilyzneimer cant believe i scored an invitation and u didnt

oscarpiastri wtf

kidy/n lol tough life oscar

user8 wow i thought they lived with oscar ngl

oscarpiastri ugh i wish

user9 why would he? he’s got a girlfriend

user10 really not dating?

sebastianvettel not sure how to feel about this

user11 them actually not being romantically involved is my roman empire

user12 in one universe, they’ve GOT to be dating

user13 it HAS TO BE THIS UNIVERSE PLEASE PLEASE PL

kidy/n so based

user13 wait i

formula1 drink safely pls 😀 (i’m begging for an invite)

logansargeant only if u pay for the alcohol

williamsracing not very family friendly of u ngl

kidy/n im sorry williams i tried to stop him ☹️

williamsracing its only ok bc its u

logansargeant ?

kidy/n posted on their story!

logansargeant wowwww look at you go bb!! so pretty!!!

kidy/n ehheheheehhe

oscarpiastri wow busy girl

sebastianvettel and kristen approved of this!!?!?

kidy/n WDYM SHE GOT ME THE ON THE PODCAST

sebastianvettel oh ok. youre just kinda wild lately idk

kidy/n whats that supposed to mean

sebastianvettel 🤷🏼‍♀️

maxverstappen1 the uggs are a no from me

kidy/n ok red bull merch lover

“thank you so much for being on the show,” hannah smiles into the mic. “i’m shocked to even receive the email from your pr manager, actually.”

“no, yeah,” she grins, nails pressed against her lips, biting down on the bottom. she’s never actually been on a podcast before. “we were talking about making an appearance somewhere, but i’m kinda - very - intimidated by men. i chose this podcast specifically.”

“oh, you know of our existence,” emma gushes, giggling slightly. “we feel so honoured. thank you so much.”

“honestly, i’m always around men,” she laughs, scrunching her nose. “i live with a man. so being around women is always a very nice change.”

“right, you recently moved in with logan sargeant in the uk,” hannah points out. “if you don’t mind me asking, how did that decision come about? because you’re really good friends with oscar piastri as well, how come he doesn’t live with you guys?”

“oh, that’s an interesting point,” emma frowns. “i never thought of that.”

“yeah, so growing up oscar and logan actually stayed with my family on and off just because they’ve got brothers and sisters that their parents would have to attend to back home,” she recalls out loud, remembering the sleepovers they’ve spend in the living room with her siblings. “i think when i was… like 15, oscar was 16, and logan was 17, obviously.

i think my sister and i had a really bad fight that turned the house upside down. i mentioned that i couldn’t wait to move out and never speak to her again — i was very overdramatic as a teen. and they were like ‘yeah, that’s a good idea! we should get a place!’”

“oh, so you didn’t even propose the idea of living together?”

“exactly! they just love inviting themselves to be a part of my life. they’ve got cars while i don’t, so that’s a big plus,” she laughs. “then, well, oscar met lily when he was 18 and they got an apartment together after oscar landed reserve driver for alpine. which then left logan and i to kinda figure things out. then, we both landed a contract to race in the 2023 season and both our racing headquarters are in uk, luckily. so we made the decision to move in together earlier this year.”

“so oscar bailed!”

“that’s okay,” she scoffs, waving off the host’s concern. “we live pretty close by, so lily and oscar are always at our place anyway.”

“so, i totally don’t wanna get into it. but like, girl to girl,” hannah grins giddily. “and i promise we’ll get into the racing stuff in a bit, but i’m just curious.”

“it’s okay because i like you guys,” she jokes. “ask away.”

“there’s a lot of speculation that you and logan seem to be too close to just be best friends,” hannah explains. “and it’s seemed to be a trend since you were in f2 together, so i just wanna ask you if… well…”

she smiles. this isn’t exactly the first time she’s heard that. while they preferred to keep their relationship under wraps for several reasons, her and logan aren’t very discreet either.

there are pictures on the internet, after races where they head to weigh-in together with logan holding her things, laughing as they walk, which is normal. but there are also a couple of pictures where they were caught with logan’s hand on her cheek, or of them walking in the paddocks with her hands wrapped around his arm.

she’s not shocked that people talk about their relationship, but more shocked that everyone seems to shrug it off as them being really good friends.

“we’re actually not romantically involved at all,” she lies, though her cheeks flush up at the thought of her boyfriend. “i think we met really early on in life so we’re super comfortable with each other.”

“so, you’re setting the record straight. you don’t have a man.”

she nods firmly. “i don’t have a man. not planning to get one — i’ve just been really busy with my career. if anything, logan is my stand-in date for every event.”

“that’s true friendship if i’ve ever seen one.”

[corpsebasil]

Quit Staring

ethan brainrot dont talk to me this got me like 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The Halloween party was loud. Extremely loud, and you could barely hear yourself think, let alone the guy that was attempting to hit on you.

“So like, I’ve got this cool new game upstairs. It’s called a Ouija Board and you talk like, to the dead and shit. Wanna try it out?”

What.

“Ouija? The game literally everyone knows about?” You took a long sip of your watered down vodka red-bull and looked the frat boy up and down. “You know there’s a movie right?”

“Ah whatever.” He seemed to be slurring a bit, blinking lazily at you. “Nice dress by the way. What are you, an angel?”

You only stared, wondering if barking at him would make him go away, when an arm slid around your waist and pulled you into their chest. You tensed before realizing it was just Ethan; he’d lost his helmet at some point in the night and his dark hair was a tad bit sweaty.

“She’s Juliet.” He told the guy, gesturing to his knight costume and your angel wings. “I’m Romeo.”

“Is that, like, a movie?” The frat boy asked, peering at you in confusion. You almost gawked.

“Dude are you serious?” Ethan’s eyebrow raised. The frat boy, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed, found himself somewhere else to be. “Jesus, what an idiot.”

You snorted and pulled away, turning to face him. He seemed a little tipsy but not too bad, his expression warm and eyes soft as they stared down at you.

“Thanks for saving me.” You said, reaching out to adjust his costume a bit. “I thought I was actually losing brain cells.”

“Yeah he—”

“Ohmygoood.” A girl cooed, pausing in front of the two of you. You raised your brows and took a sip from your rapidly emptying cup. “I love that movie.” The side eye Ethan gave you was so astronomical you almost spit out your drink. “Wow. And Leo is so hot, right?” She continued, oblivious to the both of you’s disinterest.

But when she laid her hand on his shoulder, smiling flirtatiously, you felt something strangely territorial run over you. If knives could be magically produced by your vision this sorority sister’s hand would fall off.

“You don’t really look like Leo, though.” She said and you moved forward, wrapping your arm around Ethan’s waist. Her eyes widened and she immediately moved back, to her credit. You almost admired her rapid retreat. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I’m drunk. Are two you a couple?”

“Yeah—” Ethan said, at the same time as you said, “Couple of besties.”

Ethan turned his head to look at you and you avoided his stare, sure you would laugh if you saw what would most likely be his amused expression as well. The girl whistled under her breath and nodded, mumbling ‘okayyy’ under her breath as she moved away.

The second she was gone you laughed, pulling Ethan closer to you and glancing up at him. He was looking down at you with a quizzical expression on his face, his brows knit. You shook him a little, an awkward laugh leaving your mouth.

“Quit staring at me, E.” You teased. You tousled his curls and grabbed his hand, dragging him along with you. “Come on. I say we get super drunk, go to my place, and order takeout. I would massacre a small town for a Caesar salad and a Diet Coke—what?”

He’d tugged you to a stop, those brown eyes of his on your face.

“Do you—” he started, seeming hesitant, and you smiled.

“Do I what?” When he didn’t speak you took his face in your hands, ignoring the stunned expression he now wore. Lord, you must’ve been tipsier than you’d thought. “Spit it out E.”

He swallowed.

“Do you like me?”

Your eyes narrowed, thinking, before you let out a laugh. He tensed, mouth forming into a frown, but you only giggled, running your thumbs across his cheeks, not allowing him to pull back from your grip.

“Of course, E, what the fuck?” You tugged him forward and his breath hitched, but he let out a cry of protest, batting you away when you placed an extremely wet, extremely loud kiss to the side of his face.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He wiped at his cheek, glaring, but you could tell he was holding back a laugh. “That was awful.”

“I could try again.”

“I’m extremely seduced, thank you. Good god.” He wiped at his face a couple more times, cringing, before allowing you to yank him towards the drink tables.

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An hour or so later the two of you sat bundled up in your bed, eyes glued to the screen as you watch Girl vs. Monster.

You had insisted on watching a classic horror movie and, when Ethan had asked if you wanted to see Stab 1 or Halloween or something, you’d opened up Disney Plus. Of course Ethan, being Ethan, only pretended to protest before he’d gotten into the film.

“These outfits are questionable.” He said, taking a long sip from your Diet Coke. He had his arm wrapped around you, you snuggled up into his side. “I mean, extremely.”

“This is peak Disney Channel fashion.” You argued, glancing up at him, he pressed his lips together in a smile that made him look so boyish, so adorable, that your stomach dropped. “They um—” You looked away, your face warming. “If you think this is bad you should’ve seen Shake It Up.”

“Wait, do you know that scene in Camp Rock where the girl’s playing the keyboard thingy and it’s awful and everyone pretends it’s great?”

“She’s really good.” You gasped, and Ethan’s laugh made you grin.

He tugged you further up onto to him and propped his chin on your head, his free arm looping over your waist so that he held you completely in his grasp. You felt his fingers twitch against your stomach, him getting adjusted and comfortable, and when he’d finally settled he began running his fingers lazily back and forth over your stomach.

You swallowed.

You weren’t sure why you felt like your skin was buzzing, your heartbeat quickening as you felt his chest rise and fall against your back.

“E?” You whispered, and heard the vibration of his hmmm? run through you. “When you uh,” you took in a slow breath when his arms tightened a fraction around you. “when you asked me if I liked you, what did you mean?”

His movements stilled and he sighed, shrugging. You turned in his grip to face him, your eyes searching his own.

“What did you mean?” You pressed, your cheeks flushed as you stared at your friend. He seemed to take in your expression with a hint of surprise, then with encouragement, as he reached out ran his fingers through your hair.

“I think you know what I meant.” He said, those doe eyes finding your own, and he’d barely opened his mouth to say something—you didn’t know what—before you lunged forward and kissed him.

He let out a noise of surprise that quickly turned into a sigh as you pressed your mouth against his own, clutching his shirt in your hands as his arms slid further around your back. You moved away a fraction to look at him as he pulled you to straddle his lap, and the smile he gave you was so gorgeous you screamed internally.

You felt like you needed to take a lap, to run around, to call Ethan and tell him what just— You wanted to tell Ethan about himself. Good god, this was what you got for kissing your friends.

“So I’m assuming you do like me?” He teased, biting nervously on his bottom lip, and you leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was slower, your mouth parting his own as you licked into him, and he groaned. “You have no idea,” he whispered, moving his hands to touch your face, “how long I’ve had a crush on you for.”

The butterflies you felt were insane. Especially when he asked, kissing you softly, “will you please be my girlfriend already?”

You laughed and nodded, slipping your fingers into his hair.

this shit got my kicking my FEET

[leclerc-s]

karma - part six

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pretty girl 💞

i shit you not, i woke up this morning and max was already here. why did i encourage charlie to sign with red bull? HE'S STILL HERE AND IT 4 IN THE AFTERNOON!!

they're being gross. i'm not cut out for the third-wheel life.

natalia leclerc SEB! TELL MAX HE CAN'T KEEP THIRD WHEELING ME AND CHARLES!

max verstappen NO SEB! TELL HER I CAN!

sebastian vettel this seems more like a kimi problem, does it not?

charles leclerc they already went to complain to him and he said, 'get out of my office.'

max verstappen then he said, 'go bother sebastian.'

natalia leclerc it's the most i've ever heard him speak.

sebastian vettel we had dinner the other day?

natalia leclerc i'm going for something here seb!

max verstappen soo seb, can i or can i not crash their dates?

charles leclerc this is not the sort of problem i thought we'd be having when i agreed to join red bull

max verstappen and what problems did you think we'd have charlie?

natalia leclerc ONLY I GET TO CALL HIM CHARLIE YOU KLOOTZAK!

natalia leclerc and he thought it would be inchident 2.0

sebastian vettel WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT WORD?

natalia leclerc max!

sebastian vettel MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN!!

max verstappen I WAS DRUNK!

natalia leclerc you taught me when we were children idiot!

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📍 natalia_leclerc major shoutout to robert for his first f1 PODIUM!! GO ROBERT!! AND GO LOGAN FOR THE POINTS!!

charles_leclerc i love you.

natalia_leclerc i love you.

landonorris blah blah, he won we get it! THAT CAR'S A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP!!

natalia_leclerc THAT'S WHAT HE DESERVES NO WINS!

alex albon i also got points??

natalia_leclerc but are you my grid son? no, didn't think so. logansargeant thanks mom!

olliebearman where's my congrats? i'm also your grid son?

natalia_leclerc sorry ollie, congrats on your race!

user1 it's the way natalia gave congrats to robert despite him being on a rival team for me.

user2 well, she actually likes robert so there's one reason why she congratulated him. user3 SHOTS FIRED!! SHOTS FIRED!!

pierregasly when my fucking tractor ends up in the points i expect a post like this too natalia.

natalia_leclerc that'll take a miracle to happen pierre. pierregasly this is why i hate you.

user4 this. this is my favorite trio.

user5 no one is doing it like them.

sukiwaterhouse congrats or whatever.

charles_leclerc thanks or whatever. sukiwaterhouse i hate you or whatever. charles_leclerc i hate you too or whatever. arthur_leclerc introduce me to robert pattinson or whatever. sukiwaterhouse this is why you're my favorite leclerc or whatever. charles_leclerc i hate you both or whatever.

user6 sometimes i can't tell if suki and charles actually hate each other or not. it's so confusing.

user7 i think they can't even tell sometimes.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i just hope someone can tell where i'm going with replacing mattia with fred. if you can't well, hint: february 1st, 2024. i am still upset with the events that occured.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[landograndprix]

「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part vi

✧.* it seems you slowly but finally get your old self back, making lando insecure as your new found confidence catches the eyes of more than one driver.

✧.* boosting girlies confidence before we ruin it again, just a little filler. this is just a feel good part for girlie and some struggling for lando. This is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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y/nusername live, laugh, love or something like that. ☀️

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julliettax I have to remind myself daily that I am in fact a straight married woman and that y/n is in fact a straight woman in a relationship and I'll never have a chance 🥵

simonsbat lando norris you lucky son of a bitch

patrishaaa y'all looking for a third?

norrizz 4th picture?!?! 😭

norry4 I know right?! Need someone to grab me like that (preferably lando but we've lost him) 😭

lan4lan well...they still together I see 🤮

milliewilde I hope lando can fight because my girl's been looking a little too good lately 😭

cecilemoulin you looking like a whole snack

hamilt44n GIRL DINNER GIRL DINNER

y/ncecile1 have you looked at yourself lately? 😍

charleeess16 crying at Pierre and Carlos creeping in her likes 😂

Hannahh we all know Pierre and Carlos are not liking this post because of lando..right? 💀

landonorris 😍😍

landoscar biggest simp on the grid

bott_ass if my girl looked like that..I would be the biggest simp too!

carlossainz55 🔥 🔥

carlandooo mans saw his ex getting her post red-bull glow up and remembered the good old days 😭

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mclaren front row locked in 🔒 P1 and P2 for the best team on the grid! 🧡

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mclarennorris oh we're so back!

charlos16 never ever did I think I'd see the day max verstappen gets out qualified let alone by his own teammate 😂

y/nluvv y/n had a shit ton of poles last season but red bull always fucked up her races..

landonorr now bring it back home pls

norrizz if y/n really loves lando, she'd let him have his first win tomorrow 😭

michael90 best team on the grid for sure!

hamilt44n getting y/n back on the team was definitely the right move! Lando doesn't have to carry the team on his back all by himself anymore.

maxfewtrell absolutely mental, those are my friends

fewtrelllando I saw your live stream, dude was about to cry happy tears 😂 sorry about your girlfriend not making it into q2 though 😔

maxmaxmax GIRLFRIEND?!

fewtrelllando yeah Cecile..still a rumor but they're together in my head lmfao..we out here being delulu on the main

thomasgoms absolute legends 🔥

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y/nusername saturday nights 🌜

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y/nbabeee celebrating that pole in style

norrizz just one chance that's all I'm asking 😭

mcnorrislando asking for attention much? 🤮

norry4 damn, girl can't even post normal pictures without getting shit on..I've got some advice, unfollow her..

jaden00 check your dms?

charles16 these desperate men in these comments are sending me 😂

landonorris damn girl, you come here often?

y/nusername leave me alone you freak, I've got a boyfriend.

lnfoour4 stfu lmfao y'all so dumb 😂

pierregasly 😍

bott_ass jesus christ no shame at all..

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f1news fans saw actress and mercedes team principal's daughter, ella wolff, fighting outside of a restaurant with husband, andrew garfield. fans couldn't hear what was being said well, but it looks like it was a bad one.

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY IRON BULL  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

hey, don't top from the bottom.

next time you're free, why don't you come grab a drink?

didn't figure you were the kind to bed your way to power.

love is all starlight and gentle blushes. passion leaves your fingers sore from clawing the sheets.

do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token?

you're the toughest, wisest, most beautiful person i've ever met.

these big muscled hands could tear those robes off you while you struggled, helpless in my grip.

i will never hurt you without your permission. you will always be safe.

you don't need to be afraid... unless you want to.

you see us as this forbidden, terrible thing, and you're inclined to do the forbidden...

you want to watch, don't you?

make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.

i'd offer to help you get rid of that frustration but, you know... i'm in a committed relationship.

next time we're alone, i'm going to pin you down and do things your body won't believe.

all that crap made sense to you?

i can't tell you how proud i'm gonna be, watching you out there, addressing them... with this big, old love bite on your neck.

wait, i'll flex a little for you. make it easier.

that staff's in pretty good shape. do you spend a lot of time polishing it?

i can see you don't want to talk about it. bet you looked good doing it, though.

how do you manage that while staring up at everyone's ass the whole time?

you and i are fine as long as you don't do any weird crap.

i'd pin you down, and as you gripped me, i... would... conquer... you.

oh, for shit's sake.

good. i like that energy. stoke those fires, big guy.

all i'm saying is... you ever want to explore that, my door's always open.

worked that out on your own, did you?

you're not as flashy as most mages.

wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? you sly dog.

i didn't say it was healthy.

you don't actually like thinking about hurting people, do you?

if you do that, everyone knows you're a spy.

still waiting for me to do something sneaky and spy-like?

we probably won't try down to burn down a city this time.

really not sad i missed that one.

you're lucky then. it was awful.

you only lack the will to get more blood on your hands?

enjoying the great outdoors?

this area's low on dancing girls, sadly.

i've always liked fighting.

i'm not sure you know what you're asking. not sure if you're ready for it.

well, that's a fucking relief.

i'm fine. hurt myself worse than this fooling around in bed.

so, you going to let me have it, [name]? or do i get to wait and wonder?

you really kicked the crap outta that guy.

it's pretty hot where we're from.

it's not a secret. it's just too big for a quit chat.

you get that thing i asked about?

maybe you should stand in front of me.

you ever get the asses mixed up?

you're a damn fine marksman.

i fell on a guy who tried to stab me in the gut.

all right, now you're just making it weird.

nobody fights well when their clothes are on fire.

i... didn't mean to offend you.

that hurts, [name]. that's hurtful.

i may have done it a couple of times on purpose.

i cold 'cause it freezes them, and then they break into little bits when i chop them in half.

with the magic, do you prefer fire, or lightning, or cold, or what?

you don't need to worry. i have no intention of trying to leash anyone.

are you gonna write me into one of your stories?

it's just daring somebody to try to attack it.

when that breaks, you fix it. like we're doing now.

in theory, they're no different from anyone else.

anyone who takes that burden and lives a good life with it has many respect.

you're pretty tall for a human.

the bloodstains are good for scaring enemies.

could you make it sound angrier? "love" is a bit soft.

tell me more about the coat.

i don't need a book to remind me that the world is full of horrible crap.

you're really good with that bow.

it's just friendly. i won't step in your business.

what i'm saying is, please stop stealing my kills.

we should get shirts. probably need different sizes.

i think you're confusing. how can you just pick and choose what parts you believe in?

you know, i really like hitting things.

who has sex smelling like roses?

hey, i don't hate you. you and me? we're good.

hey, no-pants fridays is a cause.

it's a difficult thing you've done, turning your back on one life to live another.

[im-probably-crying-rn-ngl]

fuck it, book recommendations based on your favourite driver

+ age rating, summary and rambling disguised as explanation as to why

if your favourite driver is Lewis Hamilton...then i would recommend Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(historical sports fiction, standalone) "Carrie Soto, a fierce and determined retired tennis champion, comes out of retirement at thirty-seven to reclaim her record and face personal challenges, coached by her father partnered with the man she almost opened her heart to, in Taylor Jenkins Reid's novel about the cost of greatness and a legendary athlete's epic comeback."

the connection between this book and lewis is what inspired this whole post in the first place. a comeback story even if you have proven all there is to be proven? trying to beat all the odds against you even time? being an all-time champion AND an underdog? there are so many links that can be made between carrie and lewis not just with their careers and relationships but also what adversities they have had to face. idk but is this like manifesting that lewis is going to be "back" for his 8th wdc?

if your favourite driver is George Russell...then i would recommend A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

(young adult mystery thriller, book 1 of 3) "In 'A Good Girl's Guide to Murder,' Pippa Fitz-Amobi reexamines a closed case, challenging the conviction of Sal Singh for Andie Bell's murder, unearthing hidden secrets that threaten her safety as she seeks the elusive truth."

ah mr wannabe investigator (we all saw him checking out that redbull) but seriously there's something we grussell sprouts must enjoy about someone who seems so straight-laced and uptight be absolutely blatantly unhinged both on and off track. it's just so george to choose literal murder inquiry as a school project, from the ambition bordering on arrogance of believing a high schooler could do what the authorities couldn't to the genuine heartfelt sincerity in wanting the truth and to bring justice for those already deemed outcasts by society. he's OUR good girl that's not-so-secretly "bad".

(main ship are george and alex coded btw like im just saying)

(+ bonus rec bc i am incredibly biased) if your favourite team is Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team (had to google the name for the nth time)...then i would recommend The Green Bone Saga by Fonda Lee

(adult fantasy, trilogy, best books i have ever read) "The Green Bone Saga is a fantasy trilogy by Fonda Lee, exploring the intricate power struggles and conflicts within and around the Kaul family. Set in the fictional city of Janloon with ability-enhancing jade as it's lifeblood."

my faves with my faves. mercedes aren't a national institution/emotion (ferrari), a team (red bull racing), a villains' lair (ashton martin) or a pop band (mclaren) but a family. a dysfunctional, awkward, barely concealed hot mess of a family, but family nonetheless. chasing victory while trying to survive the horrors of life and each other is the merc way and you will see the same in this trilogy. *toto voice* loyalty!

family is duty. magic is power. honor is everything. <- literally them

if your favourite driver is Oscar Piastri...then i would recommend The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 5) "In 'The Lightning Thief' by Rick Riordan, seemingly troubled teenager Percy Jackson discovers his divine lineage as a demigod, embarks on a perilous quest with his friends to prevent a war among the gods."

wow guys i don't know what to tell you except oscar JACK piastri, SON of nicole and chris piastri, might literally be percy JACKSON (i have connected the dots, you haven't connected shit). your guy might have had a former illustrious career in undertaking dangerous quests and asking greek gods to pay child support, you should check.

if your favourite driver is Lando Norris...then i would recommend Magnolia Parks by Jessa Hastings

(adult contemporary romance, check tws, book 1 of an ongoing series) "In 'Magnolia Parks' by Jessa Hastings, a tumultuous love story unfolds between the beautiful and self-involved London socialite Magnolia Parks and Britain's notorious bad-boy BJ Ballentine, as they grapple with a dysfunctional relationship marked by heartbreak, secrets, and the enduring pull they feel towards each other."

picked this based on vibes, just pure vibes but immaculate ones. the drama, the glitz, the glam yes but also the family, friendship, and love found within the pages of this series. this is british gossip girl. i am telling you there is a vision here people.

(+ bonus review because this might be the only book on this list that has less (3.84) than 4+ stars on goodreads and i can't do him and y'all dirty like that: i personally didn't love the first book but the series really comes together and you truly get invested in these characters and their happiness, actually pretty excited to read more.

also if nothing else it's fun, just some brain popcorn)

if your favourite driver is Carlos Sainz...then i would recommend The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

(young adult romance fantasy, check tws, book 1 of 2) "In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, Shahrzad vows vengeance for her friend's death and becomes the next bride of the tormented Caliph Khalid, discovering unexpected love as she navigates the perilous palace of secrets and stories, torn between survival and the promise of retribution."

wow like you think he didn't step out of a magical retelling of 1001 nights? mhm but let's leave aside the fact i am still not convinced otherwise. carlos this year has shown his insane mega ultra galaxy brain, so i believe the plot of the wrath & the dawn would be something that would resonate with you. the quick wit and guile of the mc as she tries to carry out a revenge plot while trying to not get executed is only comparable to carlos coming up with his own race strategy mid race and cementing himself as the only non-rbr race winner in 2023. wow.

if your favourite driver is Charles Leclerc...then i would recommend The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

(historical romance fantasy, standalone) "The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller is an Iliad retelling, focusing on the deep and complex relationship between Achilles and Patroclus."

he has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in tragic greek myths etc etc. i will have to say, achilles walked so charles leclerc could race. *soft longing sigh* il predestinato and aristos achaion, the predestined and the best of the greeks. beloveds born and bathed in golden light. it just makes sense to me.

if your favourite driver is Alex Albon...then i would recommend Beach Read by Emily Henry

(adult contemporary romance, standalone) "A romance writer who no longer believes in love and a literary writer stuck in a rut engage in a summer-long challenge that may just upend everything they believe about happily ever afters."

i mean alex is a living-breathing romance novel of a man. BUT it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows (helmut marko if i catch you). so i think any emily henry book but especially beach read captures the ups and downs of alex's journey so well compared to just any ole romcom (...but if i had to give one for the alex enjoyers then it would be Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter, coincidentally also george and alex coded lmao).

but was it his remarkable drive back to f1 or the recent holiday beach pics that was the reason behind this rec? i guess we will never know

if your favourite driver is Logan Sargeant...then i would recommend Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 3)"In 'Howl's Moving Castle' by Diana Wynne Jones, eldest daughter Sophie is cursed to age prematurely, the key to break the spell lies in the enigmatic Wizard Howl's castle. Sophie embarks on a quest to confront the Witch who cursed her all the while unraveling hidden truths about herself and Howl."

"let's bring it in and call it a day - let's look after of you." to "that's my girl" pipeline and vice versa. i know what you are.

but logang (the only one i know frfr) you deserve it okay? a cozy lil fantasy full of whimsy and wonder. tuck in and have some tea and cookies, pookies.

(i wanted to do the full grid but keep the teammates together and i haven't yet come up with something for all of em so there will be a part 2...? hopefully...?)

sources for summaries: thestorygraph and goodreads

[percheduphere]

What I love about Sylvie: seriously the most brutally honest Loki that ever existed.

She takes no shit, bull or otherwise ✅️

She's fiercely independent; girl don't need no one ✅️

She just wants a normal life with normal comforts ✅️

She's not below service work and is her McDonald's chain's 5 Star Employee ✅️

She was right about the TVA and the importance of free will ✅️

She made her own friends on her own timeline without any help ✅️

She's a highly skilled and agile fighter ✅️

She's an incredible planner and strategist ✅️

She's a master of enchantment, easily the scariest form of magic ✅️

She enjoys bourbon and music ✅️

She's more attuned to Midgardian culture than Thor and Loki combined ✅️

She's pretty tech savvy ✅️

She's so so cute ✅️

Look at her. You all, you know I love Lokius and will defend that ship's validity to the bone marrow. I also like Sylvie a LOT. She's important to Loki's development. I'm not about to step on that because it's true. I have a whole meta on her here. I wish there were more Sylki fans who like Mobius just as much, too.

[emmaelix]

MHA Boys + Men When You're on Your Period Headcanons

I'm on my period and my boyfriend is on a work trip. And so, I have turned to my magical and animated boyfriends. Slight Spy X Family spoilers, plus some really stupid Naruto references because I think Anime-ception is a thing.

And also I just started watching Spy X Family and holy cow! Why did no one recommend this to me sooner?

Boom Boom Boy: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

Let's get one thing straight. Mitsuki taught this boy well. He knows how everything down there works, and he knows how pads and tampons work. Hell, he even knows about period cups.

He does not, however, know how to use this knowledge in a public setting. His mother, also, did not have bad mood swings during her period. You, on the other hand...

"Damn you! What's wrong with you Loid?!" You yell as you throw the empty wrapper of your favorite candy. Suddenly tears start to flow down your cheeks. "He does care!"

Bakugo is standing there, watching you, trying to figure out what to do. Mina, or mom? Mina, or mom? As he stares at his phone he realizes Mina is probably the better option. "Hello?" Mina answers, surprisingly energetic for the late time.

"Help," is all Bakugo says. Twenty minutes later Mina is knocking on his apartment door, Jirou, Denki, and Kirishima in tow.

"I brought her favorites. Along with these," Mina says, allowing her three companions to step inside. Each held one to two shopping bags.

An hour later and Bakugo has been debriefed. He's as grumpy as you, but at least now he knows why. I mean, what man - actual father or not - lets his wife and daughter be treated like that? Shame on you, Loid Forger.

Mind Control Man: AKA Hitoshi Shinsou

Hitoshi, unlike Bakugo, is not the most well-versed in women. Or people in general, for that matter. He'll be supportive, but he'll be shit at it at first.

Mood swings? He thinks you hate him. Hormonal acne? He offers you a facial. Not wearing white? He tells you you look great in white. Not sitting down? He tells you, "Your feet'll get tired."

He's trying, though. He'll even ask Aizawa for help. I personally headcanon Aizawa keeps period stuff in his desk for the girls.

If you do tell Shinsou you're on your period he's going to be googling until three in the morning. He's going to help you out. He'll even get pads and tampons. By asking Aizawa.

"Here you go, Hitoshi," Aizawa says, handing Shinsou a small box of things. Denki, who was also in the room runs up.

"What was that?" He asks, looking at Shinsou's retreating frame. "I want one!"

Denki now keeps pads and tampons in his dorm room.

If you two stay together and have kids he'll definitely teach them about periods. Male or female, so his kids don't go through what he did when trying to figure out how to help.

Bird Brain: AKA Keigo Takami

Keigo's an adult man, he has female co-workers. He knows how periods work. He also knows how to be a little shit any day of the week, but when he forgets you're on your period and tries to do something annoying, let's just say he sleeps at the office for a while.

Picture the scene. You're watching Naruto in bed, eating a chocolate bar when Hawks comes in. You're on your period, and he would know that if he looked at the red dot on today's date on the calendar. But he doesn't, and that's where his problem arises.

Because you're about to lose what sanity you have left over anime, and Hawks wants to have fun. So as you're diligently watching your computer, cozy on your bed with your favorite blanket, Hawks decides what to do.

"Honey, I have a meeting. You need to come, and since it's Halloween soon it's a costume party. I'm going to dress up as my amazing self."

You knew the bull he was trying to pull. "I'll wear my devil costume," you say, walking over to your closet and pulling out a red and black body con dress, red heels, and horns.

While not comfortable, it was nice to see the bird brain dumbfounded for once as you pulled off your horns before walking into the room, stealing the eyes of all his male (and a few of his female) colleagues.

IcyThot on Thursdays: AKA Shoto Todoroki

Last, but if you say he's the least I'll throw you to Endeavor. Or the Dekusquad/Mina, whoever's closer. :)

This boy has had a very... traumatic life. Suffice it to say periods are not something Endeavor thought Wonder Boy needed to know about.

SHOoOoTOOOOooo

BUT, he has Mina, possibly Jirou, definitely Momo, and their respective boyfriends to turn to. And turn he does, a full 180º.

He's sweet, hot, and portable. The perfect ice/hot pack. There's a reason he's called IcyThot. Whoops, that's hot, isn't it?

Jokes aside, however, he also has his sister, who I'm sure was able to say something to him at some point. Maybe.

Anyway, he's gonna be cuddling you whenever you want. And tracking your cycle.

So that's my headcanons before I run back to my recluse din to work on the next fic. Until next time, my dear simpers, Au Revoir, Arrividerci, and Auf Wiedersehen.

[xiaoscarasimp]

Smol Bit of Cat boi Smut 5

I'm not dead I swear I've just been writing other things on Ao3

Back at it again the gender bend arc so warnings this time include AMAB bodied reader/AFAB Scara/Lyney because gender bend, 3somes, attempt at writing lesbian sex and who can forget out fave SiZe KiNk

Smut MDNI

Pt 1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Despite the black out curtains, sunlight still managed to seep its way into the bed. Still half asleep, you find the two huge, warm pillows to your left and hide your face from the heinous light. When that fails, you find the much smaller pillows to your right side, and curl into them, despite the fact they were smaller. Only problem now is the fact your tail wouldn't stop thrashing around the pillows’ cores and a faint groaning could be heard from your left side. 

Why are these pillows so loud? You muse hazily, half asleep. 

You felt something wet and hard between your legs, and wondered if it was your darling cat boy trying to initiate morning sex again. Only problem this time was the fact that it felt more attached to you than normal; almost like you could feel every twinge and tickle it felt. You roll over to the bigger set of pillows and find something akin to a lollipop and start sucking on it, your hips grinding with every suck.

“W-worst candy ever,” you basically purr, voice heavy with sleep. As you fall back asleep with the candy in your mouth, you end up biting a little too hard, fangs causing the candy to leak out a sweet but bitter liquid. A grunt could be heard when you bit down, but you just snuggle right up to the warm pillows with candy. 

There’s a throbbing in your core that is attempting to wake you up even more now than ever. You reach down and absent mindedly scratch your groin when you realize the usual folds weren’t there anymore. Sitting straight up like a zombie arising from a coffin, you realize that you were somehow only a bit more than half your size, still had cat ears and tail, and now fangs, and to make it all the more shocking: your breasts and pussy have disappeared, replaced by a wash board of a chest and a cock between your legs. 

Trying to stifle a scream, you notice a relatively huge cat girl with long blue hair with purple highlights draped over her shoulders and chest, and a fair face with smudges of red eyeliner. You couldn't help but stare in awe at her beauty, skin glowing and mouth half open while she slept. Her hands were curled up like a cat's paw, nails long and shiny, not unlike your own cat boy. How lucky were you to bed this amazing looking woman. That is, if you managed to score last night. 

To your other side, there is a cat girl with medium length blonde hair that strikes a shocking resemblance to Lyney’s sister, Lynette. She is snoring happily, mumbling something about magic shows and “don’t let the birds escape.” She was decently sized compared to you, however still rather small compared to the purple haired cat girl on your other side. 

“Wh-who are you girls?” You timidly ask. “A-and why do I have…uh…you know…” You for some reason expect the blonde to have an answer before the bluenette. You have a sneaking suspicion who they are, but you want to double check before jumping to conclusions. 

The blonde cat girl wakes up first, looks down at her chest, then down at your crotch, then to your head. She then proceeds to have a panic stricken look on her face, lilac eyes wide with confusion and a bit of mischief. 

“Aha,” she held one finger up like she had a revelation. “I might have cast a spell before I fell asleep last night.” 

“W-wait…Lyney?!” you scream softly. “And God dammit stop casting bull shit magic, for fuck's sake. Scara's gonna be pissed.” 

Lyney chuckles weakly, rubbing his hand behind his head; he knew that he had messed up, but seeing a massive cat girl in his bed along with having his very own set of tits and a vagina made him quite curious. He mentions maybe using the gender swap to learn how to pleasure each other better under his breath, but you couldn't be sure.  

The blonde then reaches his hands down towards your morning wood and rubs the tip between his fingers, a moan spilling forth from your lips. Your body felt like it had an electric current running through it, tingling down your spine. It wasn’t as powerful as with your original parts, but this was nice in its own little way. 

“A mon cheri, who knew that you could make such beautiful moans as a man,” Lyney teases you. 

In revenge, you allow your hands to wander down to his folds, stimulating his sensitive bud as only you knew how: gently but passionately. Rubbing circles around and applying pressure, you knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum. You insert your fingers in him, with the other hand, him gasping at the sensation. Lyney starts grinding on your hand, desperate for even more relief. When you can sense him almost getting there, you rip your fingers out from  his needy hole. 

“If you want some more, you have to pleasure me first,” You reach up to whisper in his ear, tail wrapping around his wrist. He was still quite a bit bigger than you, but he didn't resist you using your tail to keep him in his place. Climbing on top of him, you start to kiss him while your small arms have issues reaching his folds. 

An idea popped in your head: shrink him and mess with him even more. You quickly make work of stimulating his clit, the little nub twitching under your fingers. You lean down to explore his folds, admiring the enlarged clit to the way the slick made every glisten. Giving the bud a lick and little nibble, you feel it tense up before finally releasing all over your face. 

Since you were the one in control, he started shrinking faster than normal, and at this point was about the same size as you were when you woke up. You use this chance to grow to be about three quarters of your original height;the still unconscious cat girl is no longer as formidable as she once seemed. Towering over Lyney, grab his tiny body and place it on top of yours, dick between his ass cheeks. You prop him up and tease his over stimulated clit and folds with your weeping cock, savoring the juice that had flowed out earlier. Gently shoving your cock in, Lyney moans and gasps, clearly still over stimulated from earlier.

“Now I know why you guys crave this so much,” You say with a haze in your voice, ears flat with pleasure. “I-it’s like I’m home again.” 

As you bottom out, you wrap your tail around his now even slimmer waist. You could see the definitive shape of your cock in his stomach, filling him up, kissing his womb, or might have even been in his womb at this point. Lyney moans and starts grinding himself down on your cock, desperate to make you cum, or at least make himself cum. Enjoying the sensation of his impossibly tight pussy for a few moments, you then decide to hold his hips in place, halting his grinding. 

“ B-but y/n, why?!” Lyney exclaims, his tiny face flushed red with pleasure and lust. The shape of your cock was still firmly there, although not moving, head about half-way up his slim belly. 

“I don’t pleasure bad magicians who keep messing up twice, Lyney,” You warn him. “The only reason why you would even get any type of pleasure is so I can watch you shrink away underneath me.” 

“Y/n, are you ok? You’re acting a bit weird,” Lyney says nervously, eyes darting over to the purple haired cat girl who still hasn’t woken up despite all the chaos. He honestly was starting to feel a little scare, panic flashing through his eyes. 

“Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m just about to live out a fantasy.”

Quickly, you position yourself to be able to suckle on the purple catgirl’s(who you were pretty sure was Scaramouche) boobs again, only a tad disappointed that there would most likely be no milk. The girl was starting to stir, mumbling something about her- no his chest being so heavy. 

“Good morning, Scara,” You greet him, Lyney still impaled on your cock. 

He looks at you, then to Lyney on your cock, to Lyney’s pussy, eyes wide. The cat boy then looked down towards his own assets, huge tits blocking his view down and a wetness between his legs, eyes widening even more. Scaramouche gives his breasts a few squeezes, flicks and rubs the nipples just to ensure he's not dreaming and they are, in fact, real. 

“L-lyney?” His voice is still groggy with sleep. “What the fuck did you do? And why are you guys already fucking first thing in the morning?”

“Ehe, well you see,” Lyney says, trying to keep his composure under the angry gaze of the cat girl god,despite being way smaller. Scaramouche’s eyes flare at the magician’s lack of composure. He debated choking the poor cat girl still balls deep on your cock, but decided on something a little funnier. 

He starts kissing you and massaging your chest. Despite no longer having any breasts, it was still surprising how sensitive you still were; not sensitive enough to cum just from this, but the cat girl still on your dick made the sensations even better. You thrust your hips up into him, his breasts bouncing in rhythm. Hearing him moan stimulates you even further, cock twitching inside of him. If you weren't careful, you'd end up spilling inside of him and shrinking yourself. Scaramouche's large tongue lap at your chest, before he sticks one finger in his mouth and prods your back side with it, before signaling where he wants you. 

You attempt to stand up with the shrunken cat boy on your cock before falling back down straight into the wet finger. Scaramouche smirks, immediately finding the sensitive bean in your back end. It was almost like he had done this his whole life. Scaramouche moves his fingers back and forth, sending even more shivers up your spine, the bean vibrating under his fingers. 

Before you knew it, you spilled inside Lyney, who started growing, smirking on his face. You keep a reminder in the back of your head to not let him get too big, since it was his fault you were in this position to begin with. Once you two were about the same size, Scaramouche easily flips you to face him, then climbs on top of you two, squishing Lyney in the middle. Lyney’s nipples were rubbing against your own, sending electric shocks down your spine, his tail rubbing against Scaramouche’s own buds.

“Want to reenact that one scene from that trashy anime that you forced me to watch the other day?” Scaramouche breathes in your sensitive ears. Thinking back to which scene he was talking about, you realize that he was going to have to shrink by quite a bit. He towers over you at this point, about double your current height. You start smirking, amused by the idea of eating him out, or better yet, you and Lyney double teaming him to make him cum over and over again, whittling him away as you do. 

You nod, excited to actually eat a girl, or in this case-a cat boy in a cat girl’s body, out. Lyney looks at you confused, but you promise him that it’s going to be fun, but you guys were going to have to make the other cat boy cum at least once.

First, you pull Lyney off of your cock to better initiate the plan. You two both then use your combined strength to push Scaramouche backwards onto his back. Lyney started suckling on his nipples while you went straight for the clit. The sensitive bud was already pocking its cute little head out, awaiting for you to lick it. As you licked his clit, you feel his walls start to clench, grabbing at something that should have been there that wasn’t. You briefly consider sticking your dick in him, but you needed him to cum first, not you. 

“Ahhn,” Scaramouche moans, clearly already overstimulated. “M-More. I need more p-ple-” he covers his mouth in embarrassment. You smirk into his cunt; you’d never thought that you would ever hear the word “please” attempt to slip past his lips.

“What was that, Scara?” Lyney teases him through a mouth full of nipple, Scaramouche was not lacking in the top real estate, making getting his tiny mouth around the nipple a bit of a struggle. His tail flicks in amusement at the cat boy’s purring and sudden submissiveness. “Maybe the gender swap was a good thing after all, my dear. Shows off your true submissive nature.” 

“I-I am NOT submissive, you damn tw-twink~!” You tease his clit a little more and insert two fingers into his needy pussy while they are bickering. His reaction was a bit more than you could have ever anticipated and you quite frankly wanted to do it again.

You insert another finger into his hole, causing him to shift up onto the bed as if to almost try to escape the sudden intrusion, but his body kept telling him to shift back down. You can tell that he’s almost close to cumming, and to expedite the process, you sit up and decide to remove your fingers from his needy hole and replace them with your own cock instead. You catch Lyney’s eye and he starts sucking and biting on Scaramouche’s breast even harder, the latter catboy’s moaning could be heard from the heavens. Who knew that he could make noises like that? Maybe you’d have to turn him into a girl again some day; his girlish moans were something to be savored. 

“Y/n! Lyney~!” He’s practically screaming in pleasure at this point. “I-I’m…I’m gonna c-c-um.” Poor cat boy was barely making coherent sentences at this point, although that was not good enough for you.  You feel his wall start to take a choke hold on your cock, but right before he could cum, you pull your small dick out, staring up at him, smirking. He hisses at the sudden loss of warmth in his hole; he craved being filled up from the deepest pits of his hole. 

Seeing his huge eyes watering from denial struck a chord in your heart and you decide to give the poor cat boy his release by sticking your dick back in him. To expedite the process, you use your tiny hands to stimulate the clit a little bit more because he squirted all over your hands. Curious to what it tasted like you taste a taste while the cat boy is shrinking on your growing cock. 

The shrinking stopped and you and he were about the same size with Lyney being smaller than both of you. You pick him up with ease and place him on your cock as you lie back and motion Scaramouche to sit on your face. Scaramouche was sizing up Lyney, looking at his perfect lips and lilac eyes before kissing him passionately, larger mouth almost swallowing his lips whole. Lyney moans in Scaramouche’s mouth, vibrations turning him on to the point of almost cumming from the kissing alone. His tail wraps itself around Lyney’s slim wrist while his hands cupped his face to bring him closer. 

Thrusting into Lyney makes the experience all the better for both of you, cock just barely visible in his stomach. Scaramouche's folds on your face were also tempting, but you allow him some time to recover from his last powerful orgasm, although if his clenching pussy suggested anything, it was that it wanted more. You stick your tongue in his folds and moan into his cunt, very much like he has done to you many, many times.

The two catboys continue making out through all their stimulation from below, rocking back and forth as they do, both about to cum on your cock and face. Scaramouche starts playing with Lyney’s chest, pinching the nipples harshly, twisting and pulling at them while he continues making out with the slightly smaller cat boy. The bluenette bites Lyney’s lip, drawing blood, causing him recoil in pain, though his movement was limited due to still being impaled on your cock. The sudden jerk makes Lyney’s gummy walls close in on you, wanting to squeeze you for every drop you were worth. 

After not long of having both of them ride you, feel yourself spilling inside the smaller cat boy, whittling away underneath them as you do. Not long after the two of them rubbing their nipples together and making out cum on your cock and face, stopping you from getting too much smaller while the one impaled on your cock stays about the same size, Scaramouche shrinks to the point of now being shorter than Lyney. Lyney has a wicked grin on his face, and pushes the now smaller cat boy back on his back, using his bigger hands to stimulate his clit. 

You deline any further activities, cock and mentally spent. Though you feel your dick start to harden while watching the two cat boys make out, the inclination to join them was not there. 

Lyney sits on top of Scaramouche, cupping his face with one hand and the other reaching for his tiny clit. His hand is almost the size of his face, fingers delicately stroking his cheek. Scaramouche wears an almost indignant expression on his face, though some of the pleasure was seeping through; he always hated being short, especially compared to others. His eyes flutter, trying to resist orgasming but Lyney’s soft, delicate fingers are hard to resist. They move from playing with his clit to thrusting in and out of his needy hole, clenching harder and harder with each movement. He can only fit two fingers in Scaramouche’s tiny, tight pussy as he stretches it. 

The sounds of your cat boy moaning send shivers down your spine, erecting your cock to half mast, despite being drained of everything. Your hands start to move towards your half hardened member and start touching it gently, stroking and playing with it. The boys look over and see your cock now starting to drip with pre cum, and Lyney starts kissing Scaramouche even harder now, eyes glancing back at you to watch your reactions. 

Lyney’s fingers piston in and out of the tiny pussy before the raven haired cat boy reached climax and once Lyney’s fingers are shoved out of him, there is an audible pop, much like a balloon pop and you look down, and your member is gone. Your breasts have returned as well, and you look over to see the cat boys are their normal heights again, cock and balls and all,

“I swear to fuck Lyney,” Scaramouche seethes. “If you ever cast that shit ass magic again, I won’t partake in any more activities with you like this.”

“Aww,” Lyney playfully moaned. “But you were having so much fun, weren’t you, my dearest Scara, and y/n too. I bet you had always been curious as to what it’d be like to have a dick, didn’t you?” He winks at you. 

Scaramouche had come to sit on your lap before you had even realized it, nuzzling the crook of your neck. You realize that he’s biting at your neck while falling asleep; this morning activities had really exhausted him. You nudge him gently, but the poor spent cat boy is already asleep. His tail was draped across your thigh, swishing contently. You motion to Lyney to start making breakfast so that you guys could hurry up and get home before Lyney’s family could return. Lyney nods, contemplating what to make before settling on scrambled eggs with cheese and some sausage and bacon, with a side of toast. 

After he finished cooking, you and your cat boy were passed out on the bed and the room smelled of all the sex that had happened not even an hour before. He chuckles under his breath, knowing that the both of you would eventually want to try some of the size magic again, although it worried him if you tried it on your own without him. He was mostly worried for your Scaramouche and your somewhat sadistic urges, but that was a story for another time. First things first: gently wake the both of you up and eat a happy breakfast.

The smell of the bacon wakes you from your slumber. You hadn’t even realized you had passed out, resting your head on your cat boy’s. It was a miracle that his constantly flicking ears didn’t make you sneeze while you were asleep. The smell of the food also stirs Scaramouche from his slumber, his sensitive nose twitching. His mouth starts watering at the smell of the bacon and because Lyney’s was ever in tune with the both of you, he magics up a plate of the chewiest bacon he could muster before the cat boy’s face. Lyney also hands you your own plate stacked full of food. 

 Scaramouches' eyes widen at the sight before eventually digging in, offering some of the bacon to you. Jealous, Lyney puts some of the eggs on a fork and pokes your cheek with them, motioning you to open your mouth. As you did, you can feel your cat boy staring daggers at Lyney before he offers you some of his own eggs.

“Guys, I can feed myself. It’s not a competition; I have my own plate,” You say, flustered. While it was nice for them to want to feed you, you have your own plate. You also were not fond of how they made it a competition. Once you call them out on trying to over stuff you, they grumpily go back to eating their food. 

Once everything was cleaned up, you and Scaramouche bid farewell. Well, you bid farewell, Scaramouche just sat there scowling. You chest was filled with anticipation: What kind of kinky adventures would the world bring you next time?

So I am looking for suggestions I hit severe writers block with this one. I will NOT write

Scat, Piss, gore/vore, etc. I reserve to the right to reject your suggestions if the make me uncomfortable

[lostfirefly]

Thank you, driver, for getting me here, you'll be an inspector, have no fear, I don't want to cause no fuss, but can I buy your Magic Bus?

I swear this fic came to me in a dream! Even dialogues! I just tweaked them a bit :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: You and your sister are taking the bull to the farm. You board the only bus that can transport bulls, the driver of which is Buggy.

Warnings: Buggy and F!Reader. Just a stupid shitty shit.

Words: 2137

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @yujo-nishimura

The title is taken from “Magic Bus” by The Who.

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“Here! It's coming!” You stood at the bus stop with your sister and watched the bus approaching.  “Hanse, stay still.” 

“Are you sure this is the bus we need?” Your sister asked you, pointinng at the carriage.

“Yeah, it's the only one that carries bulls.” You pointed to a brown bull with a bell around his neck that you were holding on a rope. “Thank God Freedom Farm has agreed to take him in.” 

“God, I never thought we'd be rescuing a bull.” Your sister replied. 

A yellow bus pulled up to the stop and you and your sister entered through the back doors. 

“Hanse, let's go. Come on in. Good boy! You'll be safe soon.” You got the bull into the bus and put him next to you. 

More people came in after you. 

“Shit! I realized I only had enough money to pay the bull's fare.” You checked all the pockets of your jacket, pants, and wallet.

“Beautiful, sister! Just beautiful! What are we gonna do?” 

“Let's hope that one day the control doesn't get on the bus, and we get to the farm safely.” You shrugged and straightened the leash.

You had traveled about thirty minutes when the bus suddenly stopped and two controllers entered the cabin. They were tall men wearing gold necklaces around their necks. They began to check the tickets of all the passengers. Finally, it was your turn.

“Your tickets, girls.” Asked one of the ticket checkers. 

“Look, here's the thing. It's a totally stupid situation. I lost my wallet and I can't pay for a ticket.” You were smiling at the checker.

“Is this one with you, too?” One of the men pointed to the bull.

“Yes. We're taking him to the farm.” You looked from the checker to the bull and then back to the checker. 

“Have you bought the ticket for him?” One of the men asked sternly.

“We were just about to do that, sir.” You spoke with worry in your voice.

“All right, but since you only have money for the bull, I must fine you for traveling without a ticket. And you know how we mark people like you.” He took your sister's hand, then grabbed her finger with his fingers and was about to cut the phalanx. 

“No, no, please! Wait a minute!” You rushed to the bus driver's cab.

“Sir, sir! Mister!” You knocked on a small window. 

The cabin's window lowered, and you saw a man with a big red nose, blue hair and a clown makeup on his face. 

“Oh, my God.” Suddenly it came out of your mouth. 

“What do you want?” The driver answered rather sharply.

“Sir! You see. I have this situation. My sister and I are taking the bull to the farm. Your bus is the only one that can transport them. But we only have enough money to pay for Hanse.” You took the money out of your pockets and handed it to him. “The controllers want to penalize us, but please, can we ride for free? I'll pay you back later.”

He looked at you without any emotion and lifted the window.

“Hey!” You knocked again. “You didn't answer!”

There was silence in response.

“Asshole!” You mumbled.

You slowly walked back to your sister, with the controllers standing beside you. You shook your head, clearly showing your sister that the negotiation had failed. 

“Well, ladies, your hands, please.” The men took your fingers and were already bringing small knives to your phalanges when suddenly the driver's window rolled down.

“Hey, you two.” A clown's head peeked out of the cab and barked at the controllers. “Leave the girls alone. They are with me.” 

“With you? Are you sure?” One of the men asked in surprise. 

“Why would I say that about people I don't know? I know them. Her.” He pointed his finger at you. “And apparently her.” He pointed his finger at your sister. “Now get off the bus, you're making me lose my schedule.”

The checkers shrugged and left the bus. You exhaled and continued on your way. 

“At least go say thank you.” Your sister whispered to you, pushing you in the shoulder. 

“Oh, yeah!” You hit yourself lightly on the forehead.

You got up from your seat and walked towards the driver's cab. 

“Sir! Mister!” You knocked on the window.

“What?” The answer came back to you.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” You answered hesitantly. 

Suddenly, the bus driver's window slid down, and you saw green eyes staring at you in surprise. 

“For what?” He barked.

“Well, you stood up for us. And to be fair, you're the reason we didn't get our fingers cut.” 

“Whatever.” He closed the window. 

“Thanks anyway.” You were walking towards your seat when you got a call.

“Hey!”

You turned toward the voice. A blue-haired head was looking at you again from the cabin. 

“Come back!” He beckoned you with his finger.

You turned around and walked back towards the driver's side.

“Look, since I saved you, if you say so, keep me company.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked in surprise.

“Well, let's have a chat or something while I drive you back to the farm with that stupid bull. I'm terribly bored today. Only old people get on the bus today. And I suddenly got a beautiful girl to make up for it. After all, you owe me. Otherwise, I'll drop you off and you'll walk to your farm.”

“All right! Only standing will not be very comfortable.” With a laugh in your voice, you replied. 

“That's not a problem.” He opened the door of his cabin and pulled out a small bench.

You sat down on the bench and crossed your legs.

“What is your name?” He asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Y/N. You?”

“Buggy. Buggy the Clown.”

“The clown? Why do you drive a bus? Did you get fired from the circus?” You laughed slightly.

“Long story. So, Y/N, are you the bull protector or something? Why are you taking him to the farm?”

“I got it from my grandmother, and I promised her to keep Hanse safe.” You glanced at the bull, who was already snoring peacefully on the seat. “Ok. Another question. Why are you so dressed up?” You looked him up and down. “Bandana, leather pants, striped vest and white gloves. Aren't bus drivers supposed to wear ugly, shapeless clothes?”

“Hah, muffin! I'm a flashy clown. And I should look flashy.”

“Well, this cannot be taken away. You are perhaps the most handsome bus driver I have ever met.” You scratched your cheek.

You noticed how he blushed.

“What do you do in your free time from work, Buggy the Clown? What do clowns do in their free time?”

“I do the same things which men do. Drink beer and eat hot dogs. Hold on, there's going to be a sharp turn.” Buggy carefully turned the steering wheel and turned onto another path.

The bus stopped and picked up new passengers. You heard the grumbling of passengers who asked to tell the driver about the places you were driving through.

“The old ladies are nagging you.” You laughed.

“Really?” Buggy looked out of his cabin and glanced at the passengers. “Fuck them, If they want a tour, let them choose another bus. I have more interesting company here. So, Y/N. Tell me more about yourself. Why are you travelling with your sister? Where is your boyfriend, and why did he let you go so far alone?”

“I would also like to know where my boyfriend is.” You nodded and smiled. “In fact, there is none. And you? Do you have a girlfriend? She probably also walks around in all this.. well.. you understand.” You carefully pointed to his face. “Makeup.”

“Ay-ay, Y/N, what kind of questions.” Buggy clucked his tongue. 

“Hah, that means there is no girl.” You snapped your fingers. “Gotcha!”

“Who told you that?” He raised one eyebrow and looked at you.

“You, and just now.” You pointed your finger at him.

You noticed your sister looking at you intently. You waved her off and made yourself more comfortable on the bench.

“So, Buggy the Clown. We have already found out that you don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t have a boyfriend. You love beer and hot dogs. And you are flashy.” You curled your fingers with every phrase. “Not a bad start, right?” 

“We also found out that you save bulls. Hold on tight, one more turn.” He carefully turned the steering wheel again, and drove along the road between the trees.

“Wow! The forest is so beautiful!” You said, looking through the front window. “Is this the road to the farm?”

“Yes, we're almost there. Another twenty minutes. And I'm glad that I will spend these twenty minutes in the company of a beautiful girl.” Buggy smiled and glanced at you. 

You blushed and felt warmth run through your hands.

“Ok, Buggy the Clown. Let's get back to our conversation. Tell me. What was the dumbest thing you did as a child?” You asked, tapping your fingers on your knee.

He tensed a little, then smiled strangely. “I ate some tasteless crap. And you?”

“I almost sent a hamster into space. I tied him to a homemade firecracker and was about to light the fuse. Thank God, mom noticed this in time and freed the unfortunate Coconut.” You chuckled.

“Is that why you save the bull? Are you making amends to the hamster?” He laughed, turning the steering wheel carefully.

“Hah, kind of.” You glanced at him with interest and cleared your throat. “Listen, maybe you can teach me how to drive a bus somehow?” You asked, leaning on the wall near the cabin.

“Why wait for this shitty “somehow”? Get in!” Buggy invited you into the cabin with a movement of his head.

“Seriously?” You asked in surprise.

“Why not? Just don't kill us all.”

He shifted in his seat and gave you some space. You glanced at your sister, who was looking at you questioningly, you smiled at her and climbed into his cabin.

“Hold the steering wheel like this and drive carefully.” He placed your hands on the steering wheel, and put his hands on your hands. You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Listen, do you invite all the girls to your cabin?” You asked, playfully nudging him with your shoulder.

“I'm deeply offended, muffin. Who do you take me for? Hold the steering wheel.” He held your hands a little tighter and helped you drive the bus. “See! We've been driving for ten whole minutes, and you haven't sent us to another world yet.”

“Asshole!” You laughed. “Overall it's cool. I like it!”

“See? You're doing great, muffin!”

“I'm driving the bus! Yay! Ok! One more question! What are the little things that always make your day better?” You asked, trying not to smile, feeling the warmth of his hands even through his gloves.

“Today it's you!” He replied and blushed a little.

“Liar!” You giggled.

You took three more turns, constantly chatting and reached a large farm.

“Well, we've arrived.” He said, letting go of your hands. “I have to admit, this was the most fun trip I've had in the last couple of weeks.”

“Yes, I liked it too. Thank you!” You didn’t notice how you kissed him on the cheek with joy. You suddenly pulled away. “Sorry. I accidentally.”

You ran out of the cabin and ran to your sister and the bull.

“Let's go Hanse. Everyone is already waiting for you." You took the bull out of the bus and led him to the farm gate.

“Listen, sister. Wait two minutes.” You handed the leash to your sister and ran back to the bus.

“Hey, Buggy the Clown!” You held the handrail with your hand.

“What?” He asked, sipping coffee from a thermos.

“I just had a thought. That one driving lesson is not enough for me. How about we repeat?” You took a piece of paper out of your bag and wrote down your phone number. “Call me if you will need company.”

He carefully took the piece of paper, looked at it, then glanced at you and winked.

You jumped and ran happily to your sister. You brought the bull to the farm, filled out all the necessary documents, said goodbye to him and went back to the bus stop.

“I wonder how long we need to wait for the next bus?” Your sister asked, sitting down on a bench at the bus stop.

“I don't…”

You heard the horn and turned towards the sound. Your eyes widened when you saw the yellow bus.

“Hey, muffin, need a ride?”

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I am too lazy and a little exhausted in the head. Withdrawal systems are difficult. So, I will just use mostly pictures. Here you go...

It was heavy raining outside and the clear and clean glass windows made the luxurious room of the Colonel magical. His room was as usual, clean as a whistle.

You would make the janitor do heavy duty cleaning every three weeks. Then you would do the rest yourself.

A perfectionist you were. The Colonel leaned back against the huge and soft pillow which he placed before the head rest of his King sized bed.

He looked down at your sleeping form. He smirked in arrogance, seeing how his skills in bed always knocked you out cold.

Quaritch couldn't believe he hit the jackpot when he saw you right here at the base. He was here to oppress and colonize. Never expected to find romance. And to the most beautiful girl ever to exist? Too good to be true.

Quaritch stroked your hair lovingly as you continued dreaming. Did you dream of him like he did of you? He smiled fondly.

He put on a green tank top and shorts. He decided to do some bench presses. He went to the cold amp suit room where he had his makeshift gym.

He lifted his usual 250 pounds plates. Whenever he was around you especially fucking the shit out of you, he felt energized. Like he drank some kind of real energy drink. Feeling young as a college boy.

He wondered if love was the fountain of youth. After an hour and five minutes, Quaritch felt sleepy. It was perhaps two in the morning. He decided to join you in bed. While doing so, he saw something or someone.

It was Sully, sitting alone in the empty cafeteria with a dazed look on his face. The Colonel wondered what he was thinking. Perhaps Sully was stressed by the double life as a spy. Quaritch pitied him.

"Haven't gotten lost in the woods, have you son?" The Colonel teased his subordinate. He grabbed a chain and sat in the opposite position leaning in.

"Your last report was two weeks ago...." Quaritch quirked up a wrinkled eyebrow. "I am starting to doubt your resolve!" He flashed his pearly white teeth.

Sully couldn't look at him the Colonel wondered why.

Quaritch rolled his eyes. He told Sully to quit the mission and told him about the approval of his surgery.

To his suspense, Sully didn't seem happy. The fuck is going on? Quaritch narrowed his eyes. Would a Marine choose the side of a science puke?

"I am a man of my word." Quaritch placed his hand in Sully's shoulder.

Finally, Sully looked at him.

"Colonel, if you loved someone. Would change for them?"

Quaritch was surprised as fuck but kept his cool face.

"Met a girl and will change sides?" He narrowed his eyes.

Jake shook his head no. Quaritch didn't believe him. Something shitty was going on. Sully explained he feels guilty when the bulldozers will come and how he will explain it to his friends at the labs.

Quaritch rolled his eyes. He scoffed. "Fuck those bitches. They are not worth the guilt."

"What about Name?"

The Colonel stared.

"you told her yet?"

The Colonel shook his head. "When the time is right. I will give her the reality check as humane as possible." Quaritch didn't tell anyone. Not even you.

Your elderly trillionaire father died eight nights ago. The unhealthy life on Earth with stress and crime rates usually make people die a young age compared to the people in the past.

Your father aged before his time. Worked hard to make the Earth full of plants and vegetation. Like you, he hated the over developed life and industrializations.

The Colonel was bull shitting you. He wanted to kill the Navis and take their shit like the brute he was. He had a soft spot for you. He loved you. Not just your good looks and carnal desires. He just thought you were too naive and living in a fantasy world. He pitied you. Quaritch didn't want to hurt your feelings.

You like your hippie friends wanted to copy Navis' lifestyle. You loved their spiritual connections to the wonderful nature around them. The Colonel found it cute but would keep his mouth shut as you rambled on about making a better life back on Earth if humans copied the Navi ways.

The Colonel agreed to whatever you said. He joked how you will put him out of business. The program will regain peace with the Navis.

His heart broke for you when you actually believed his sarcasm and jokes. You were that desperate and hated life on Earth.

But, that bitch Augustine must have influenced you more than your optimistic father. The poor man is dead and for what? Nothing. The Colonel didn't want you to end up like your dead father.

"I'll be right next to her when she needs me when she catches on." Quaritch pursed his lips. The thought of you crying made him depressed inside. You were too sheltered.

"I take care of my own."

Sully told Quaritch about being a real Navi man. That he has to stay longer with the clan. And the relocation of the Navi after getting their trust.

Quaritch was dying to kill. He was a solider marine leader. But, he didn't want Name to see him as a monster or hate him even more.

He knew he was going to be hated on by you. You will get over it after he makes a house in the woods for you. Then settle down. Then love him back again.

The Colonel was not like you. He didn't believe in fantasy unless you work hard. He got you by his evil actions of blackmailing. You think honest work can get what you want.

You have to think dirty. That's a fact

He stood up. "You better get it done, Corporal."

Sully was left alone.

Quaritch quietly closed his door as he stepped in. He was not stupid. He knew you would try to break up and leave him when he attacks home tree.

He stripped himself bare again and crawled next to your lithe and supple form.

He will have to think dirty once more to keep you in your place and check your attitude.

It's for your own good and both futures of him and you and eventually your future kids...

For now, he will show his true colors when it represents himself when the bulldozers come. Till then, he will act like the Prince charming you always wanted rather than the warrior who would kill to have you in his arms.

[storiesbyrhi]

Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 7: A Hellfire Homecoming

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

6594 word count

Warnings: Grief; mentions of parental abuse; very mild smut; drug use

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull; 6 - Operation '86

Chapter Synopsis: All good things must come to an end.

Author's Note: A thankyou to @brighteyedbushybrowed for letting me steal her ‘Eddie plays The Sims’ idea. There’s a long End Note, but it’s the final chapter, so I’ve gotta say my goodbyes. Alright… Here. We. Go. Here we fucking go.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie had said. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

It hurt you. It felt like being gut punched. But there was nothing you could say. A minute ago, he was laughing, chasing you across the pool house until he had you pinned, ticked and kissed. Then, he was all wet eyes and a bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“I don’t wanna make this about me,” you whispered, reaching out and folding a loose piece of hair behind his ear. If you couldn’t reason him into a better mood, you could love him into one. “But I’m kinda stoked to keep you for a little while longer.”

Eddie was a proud man, but fuck – all it took was a pretty girl flirting just a tiny bit and he was a goner. He smiled widely and mustered the energy to pounce on you again, sandwiching you between him and the bed.

You let him settle between your legs, which you wrapped around his waist. As his weight came to rest on his elbows, either side of you, he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Why?” he asked, the word revealing vulnerability.

Holding back the urge to tease him for wanting glycerin sweet praise, you told him the truth. “This… this thing keeps happening with you. Things that never felt right before do now. It’s just, I don’t know, easy? It’s easy being around you. Which is weird, right? We’re from literally different worlds but-”

You paused to look up at him and almost choked on his expression. He was so intense. So full of emotion and history and brutally magic energy.

“But?” he prompted.

“But it feels like I’ve always known you. Or should have known you. Like… We fit together? And, and, even this. Telling you this. I’d never say shit like this out loud to someone. It’s so fucking cheesy. Dumb. And terrifying.” You sighed; you were all in now and there was no going back. “I can hold your hand and walk with your arm around me and pee without freaking out that you can hear me and I don’t worry about what I look like in the morning or if I smell good or how long my leg hair is and it’s just… I didn’t know. I didn’t know it could be like this.”

Luckily for Eddie, he was a fast talker himself. It meant he could understand the words as they spilled from your mouth so quickly you wondered if the syllables were tripping over each other. When he was sure you weren’t going to say anything else, signified by you looking at him with desperate expectation on your face, he leaned down and gently kissed the tip of your nose.

Eddie pressed his forehead to yours, nodding a little. He needed a second to gather himself and to push back the tears that were on the cusp of forming. With his jaw clenched tightly shut, he closed his eyes.

Your palms were pressed flat against his chest, but as you waited for him to react, you balled his shirt up in your hands.

“I… I’ve always had a pretty open mind, ya know? But there’s shit I’ve believed my whole life. Would have taken to the grave as, uh, I don’t know, gospel. Like how bullshit it is when people say everything happens for a reason,” he said.

Eddie opened his eyes to find yours closed. He kissed your cheek, the other, then rested his chin on your shoulder. He was still on top of you, still pinning you down with an arm on either side. Your legs had gone limp, falling from his waist to rest around him.

Eddie continued, “But this has fucked with that. I know what you mean when you… when you say all of that. I get it. I feel it. And it’s… It’s just too big of a coincidence. You in Lover’s Lake at just the right time? And you being Gareth’s family? What the fuck, man. It’s… It’s something. Has to be,”

“I don’t know why I moved here with Mum; I could have stayed in Philly. Maybe…”

“Not maybe,” Eddie corrected. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was sure now. He was on a roll. “Definitely. And bringing me home with you. Which was fucking dumb, babe. What were you thinking? You’re so much smarter than that. But you did it,”

“I don’t… I don’t know why. I just… believed you?”

Eddie nodded then grinned. “So maybe I was meant to be here.”

He thought of Wayne and felt a lightning bolt of guilt strike through him. Eddie let himself feel it, the betrayal moving through his body and finding home somewhere in his mind. It was okay, he thought. If he were back in 1986, Eddie would have tried to graduate. Tried to turn his life into something. But there was no guarantee he would have done better by Wayne anyway. And if he was thinking in maybes and possibilities, Wayne could have still died within a few short years. Eddie could live with the guilt and grief; he would use it as a reminder of how much he loved Wayne.

“I don’t mind when you touch my tummy,” you said, your voice small but poised.

“Huh?”

“I’m not self-conscious about it.”

You looked at Eddie and he looked at you. When he grinned widely, his canine teeth pointed like little vampire fangs, you realised you’d made a mistake. He was ducking down before you could stop him, wrapping his arms around your body and pushing his head under your t-shirt. His lips were on your warm skin, switching between blowing raspberries like you were a baby, and kissing and nipping.

“Why would you be self-conscious about this soft, beautiful belly?” he mumbled into your skin, making you squirm.

Eddie’s hair tickled and you were on fire with delight. “Okay! Okay, I get it. Stop!” you squealed, subsequently disappointed when Eddie froze immediately.

“Stop as in ‘stop’ or stop as in ‘I want to pretend I’m not into it but I am’,” Eddie asked, still under your t-shirt, his breath against your body. You hummed, amused he could see right through you. He lifted his head out and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

When you shrugged non-committedly, he grinned. “Stop doesn’t mean stop. Red means stops. Green means go,” he told you.

“Had that prepared?”

“You don’t know the traffic light system? Maybe it’s not a thing anymore,” Eddie wondered. “It works,”

“What about orange?” you asked.

“I don’t know. What do you want it to mean?”

Thinking for a second, you replied, “Good, but slow down. Or, change… a bit.” It was a vague answer that definitely relied on the context of the images in your mind, but you knew Eddie would get it. He did. Of course, he beamed with the knowledge you were thinking of him and sex... again.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ve actually got a hot date with this belly. You might know her. She’s real fucking cute.” And he was back under your shirt, his hands wandering off to find other places across your body to explore.

That is how you spent the fifth night of Eddie being in 2022, lost in your bubble for two, switching between cuddling and smoking, sex and The Sims. You were directed by traffic light colours and a mutual understanding that maybe, probably, surely you belonged together.

…

“Munson… Yeah, I’ll hold…”  

Eddie paced the entire length of the pool house while you sat on the edge of the bed, phone to ear.  

“Yep… Oh… Do you know which one? … State. Okay… No, that’s okay. Thanks for trying… Yep. Thanks. You too.”

The moment you hung up Eddie stopped and looked over, asking, “He’s still in State?”

“Uh, no. He died there, a while ago,” you said, heavy with the knowledge you were delivering more bad news. “They didn’t know anything about your mum.”

The morning had been spent firstly, trying to track Wayne’s movements from Hawkins to Lindon, coming through with a good result.

He worked at a plant out there, like he had in Hawkins. The manager was young, wouldn’t have known him, but had read the hardcopy file to Eddie over the phone once he’d found it in the office archives. The manager had done Eddie a huge kindness, and told him that Wayne seemed like a good man, winning employee of the month and earning a promotion.

The person that owned the apartment building Wayne moved to, inheriting it from her parents, remembered him. “Yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about… I was just a kid though. Reckon he moved over from Hawkins. Helped my dad with a couple of our trucks. Don’t think I can be much help though?”

She told you that when residents passed away with no family to claim ownership of their belongings, they were sold off or donated.

“Do you know how he died?” you asked her.

“Ah, shit, let me think… Munson. Munson… Must have been a heart attack or something. Happened here. We had to tell people whenever we rented out that apartment.”

There it was. Eddie knew where Wayne had gone, that he had work friends, stayed kind despite his loss, and had passed away in the comfort of his own home. It wasn’t the life he would have wanted for his uncle, but knowing what happened was the first step to accepting it. The first step in accepting he wasn’t going to see him ever again.

The second task of the morning was tracking down Eddie’s parents. In 1986 his father was in Indiana State Prison, and as you had just discovered, had “…died there, a while ago. They didn’t know anything about your mum.”

“That makes two of us,” Eddie replied, his mind thrown back to being a child, the almost entirely faded memories of his mother. “Guess that’s it,” he added, sighing and sitting next to you.

You were a second away from suggesting that Dustin could probably find out more information or he could ask Suzie to do some lowkey hacking, something she only got better at with age when there was a small knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called, looking up to see your uncle come through the door. His hands were in his pockets and he looked nervous. Eddie stood immediately.

“Hey, man,” Eddie said gently, stepping closer.

Gareth lifted his head by the tiniest amount, but it was enough to indicate a green light. Eddie embraced his friend, holding on tight.

“I’m sorry,” Gareth squeaked. “We looked for you. We went every weekend with Wayne. We-”

“S’okay. It’s okay, man. You weren’t gonna find me. It’s alright.”

It hadn’t really hit you until that point, that Eddie had really truly time traveled. You knew, yeah. You were trying to solve it, yeah. But it wasn’t until you saw your uncle speak of a bygone era simultaneous to Eddie speaking of now that it really hit you.

You sat quietly on the bed while they hugged it out. When they finally did let each other go, Eddie took Gareth’s head in his hands.

“Dude… You got old,” he said, making Gareth laugh in a way you had never heard.

“Fuck… This is… pretty metal of you?” Gareth replied, grinning.

“If everyone’s okay, I have so many questions,” you chimed in, standing and taking stock of one of the weirdest moments of your life.

Gareth sat on the sofa next to Eddie, absolutely beaming. The conversation was rich with history, with both Eddie and Gareth willing to tell you any story you asked for. Eventually, though, the mood grew heavier and Gareth started to pick at his fingernails.

“See you never kicked the habit,” Eddie commented on it.

“Guess not…” he replied. Gareth hesitated then, and you watched your uncle stand. “I, ah… If you’re staying, I have some stuff you might want. Surprised you haven’t found it by now, actually,” he said pointing at you.

As he went to the storage space, pushing past the box marked ‘winter,’ you made a face at Eddie.

“I’d never go through your stuff,” you told your uncle.

“That why the D20 is on your shelf?” he quipped.

“Thought it looked familiar,” Eddie mused as he went to pick it up.

Gareth moved a box out into the pool house, one without a label. He started to unpack it as he spoke. “Before Wayne moved, said we could come and take anything from your room. To remind us of you, you know? Think Dustin got there before we did. And I know Wayne took your acoustic guitar. But, ah, Jeff took… What did you call the Warlock?”

“Sweetheart?!” Eddie said.

You raised an eyebrow. Eddie had given you the same pet name as his guitar? That tracked.

Gareth snorted. “Yeah. He’s still got it. Probably could get it back.” He paused, looked up at Eddie and narrowed his eyes. “You’d have to tell him you’re… here…”

“Might be a problem,” Eddie said.

“Might be. Might not,” Gareth replied with a shrug. You had just never seen your uncle so… at ease. He kept smiling, talking, unpacking. “You should see what Dustin still has. He looked for all your DM stuff-”

“DM?” you asked.

“Dungeon Master,” Eddie and Gareth said at the same time.

“Right,”

“So, yeah… This is what… what I took.”

Eddie looked at the collection of items Gareth had laid out on your bed.

A journal filled with lyrics and music for Corroded Coffin. Eddie picked it up, fascinated at how aged it was compared to when he last had touched it. He opened it at the middle, buried his face in it, and smelt the pages.

An Anthrax band shirt that Eddie would lend to Gareth sometimes, just because he knew Gareth loved them and his parents, your grandparents, would hardly let him buy clothes he actually liked.

“I’m glad you got this,” Eddie said, looking over at Gareth. Although Gareth had taken it, he had never worn it again. Mostly, he just held it close to him and sobbed, grieving his best friend.

Lastly, there was an ugly metal lunchbox that made you pull a face. “What is that?”

Eddie grinned. “You know how I run a business?”

“You sold bad weed to high schoolers. And you’d give anyone that was nice to you a discount,” Gareth said before you had a chance to answer. You laughed.

Eddie playfully pushed at Gareth, which was a weird thing to watch.

“This was my, ah… briefcase,” Eddie told you as he opened up and inspected the contents. They’d been left as they were in 1986.

“Wait. You’d just carry a lunchbox full of drugs around school? Jesus. Times have changed,”

“You have no idea,” Gareth agreed nodding at you.

“Who took my vinyl?” Eddie asked then.

“Wayne. I think…” Gareth hesitated, thinking about if what he was going to say was necessary or if it would just cause his friend more pain. “I think he took anything that would help him feel like you were still around. The music helped. He always had them playing when we went over,”

“You went over a lot?”

“Yeah. We’d meet him there before we went searching. We’d take it in turns to just go see him. Jeff’s mum cooked meals for us to take to him. We tried to look after him.”

You stayed quiet, watched Eddie for a reaction. He put the lunchbox down with the other relics of a life that seemed so far away. He looked at his friend. “Fuck. Maybe I should try to go back?”

Gareth had his arms crossed over his front and he looked from Eddie to you, to the ground. He shrugged and shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to fuck you up,” Eddie told him then. “Everything has happened so fuckin’ fast, man. It was literally just last week we were rolling for initiative. Dreaming of the Garden. And now… Now you’re all fucking adults… But, you gotta believe me, Gee. I didn’t mean to fuck you up,”

“I know. It’s not your fault,” Gareth said, patting Eddie on the back with some weird uncle energy before taking a seat on the sofa again.

That was the moment. That was the moment Gareth knew if he was ever gonna tell Eddie the truth, it had to be then. You knew what he was thinking. The way your uncle’s knee started to bounce and his eyes flicked to you, a sadness in his expression. You nodded once.

“There’s something else I gotta tell you. About ’86,” he started.

Eddie chuckled. “You’re not gonna tell me you were in love with me too?”

Gareth’s eyes went wide and he was stunned into silence.

“What?” you asked Eddie. “Who else was in love with you?”

“To be fair to Harrington,” Eddie began, reveling in the memory of Steve admitting to it. “He wasn’t in love with me. He, you know, cited me as his ‘bisexual awakening’ or something.” Eddie used air quotes, not entirely sure what a bisexual awakening was but was smart enough to figure it out.

“No way,” you said with a grin. “I thought he was like, super popular ladies’ man then?”

“Oh, he was,” Eddie confirmed. “Only took him a couple hours with me to see a whole new world though.” Eddie was very, very proud of himself. “Wait.” And there was the realisation. “Oh.” He looked back to Gareth.

“Yeah. Look, don’t let it go to your head. You were just the first person that was nice to me, you know?”

“Sure, sure. I get it. ’86 and I was starving for some love. Just took time travel to have everyone tell me how incredibly good looking and funny I am,”

“Absolutely nobody said that,” you told him. Gareth laughed.

“It’s the subtext,” Eddie replied. He smiled gently at Gareth. “Seriously though, man. I’m sorry… for it all. Your parents and Hawkins and… it all.”

Gareth just shook his head and stood, making that very specific noise adults do whenever they sit down or stand up. They hugged it out again.

“Well… better leave you… kids to it,” he said.

“Wow,” Eddie whispered under his breath; all his friends were old now.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” And with that, Gareth left the pool house and went back inside. He got a beer from the fridge, sat down in front of the television, and put Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny on. He looked at his phone sitting on the coffee table, considered it, then made a decision.

…

“I don’t know what it means, but those don’t feel like mine,” Eddie confessed.

You’d been reading the journal while he cooked toast for breakfast. When he brought over yours, you smiled up at him, but the smile he gave you back wasn’t quite right.

“I’ve been thinking about what I said last night,” you remarked, trying to sound casual. “About not being a hero,”

“Yeah?”

Eddie came and sat next to you on the bed, side by side with backs to the headboard and legs stretched out in front of you.

“And what Uncle G said, about possibly fucking it all up. What if this is the heroic thing to do? Staying here, I mean. You’re giving up… everything,” you propose, motioning to the journal, shirt, and lunchbox.

“Doesn’t feel heroic to leave Wayne like that,” Eddie mumbled around his mouthful of toast. “Doesn’t matter how we frame it… Don’t think I have much of a choice, but even if somehow one of the fuckin’ Hawkins Sherlocks figures it out, I can’t do it.”

Eddie stared off into the distance with such intensity that he suddenly seemed much older than he was. You watched his stillness, wondered what was happening in his head.

The night before, when you realised Eddie was giving up on a 1986 homecoming, you had naively tried to encourage him, not to push him in either direction necessarily, but to make sure he wasn’t cutting off options before he needed to. You’d said he could go back, be a hero. You realised though, in the illuminating morning light, that it was a cruel thing to put into his head. Desperately, you wanted to unsay it.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

When he didn’t move, didn’t reply, you thought maybe he hadn’t heard you. It took a few beats, but he looked over at you. A took a deep breath in, out, and looked down at his toast.

“It’s not all bad,” he mused. “More food options. Then there’s… you-”

“Me?” you whispered after a fake gasp.

“Big fan. Huge,”

“Well, apparently liking you is literally in my blood, so, you know, the feeling is mutual.”

Eddie smiled. “Didn’t have The Sims in ’86 either,” he added, and like he had reminded himself of it, he put his toast on the bedside table and picked up your laptop off the ground. He resumed the game he’d begun the night before, quickly so lost in his new world that you figured it was a good time to do the things you’d been putting off.

Laundry. The small but growing stack of dishes. And an important phone call to your boss. You wouldn’t be making it into work… like, ever again.

Eddie was as good of a sign as any that life was short and fleeting and full of horror and wonder and maybe you shouldn’t spend yours working a job you hated. Come to think of it, Eddie was a giant fucking green flag that change could be good and right and needed. Big change.

…

Eddie was behind the wheel, a fake driver’s license in his pocket under the name Edward Wells.

“What, didn’t want me to be part of the family?” Eddie had joked to Dustin, who had easily created an entirely new identity for Eddie.

“We’re trying to give you a low profile. Hendersons are not low profile. Besides, Wells! Get it? Because… H. G… Wells…”

“Yeah, I get it, man.”

That was two weeks prior. Since then, you’d packed up your pool house life into only a few boxes. The main house had taken longer, but not by much. Gareth wanted to leave a lot behind, pushing box after box into one of the empty rooms, a sign on the door reading ‘donate.’

The moving truck was loaded and left, followed by your mum and uncle. They would be making a detour back to Pennsylvania before starting their cross-country journey.

You wandered back through the house for the last time, finding Eddie standing outside the pool house, looking up at the sky. “Ready?” you asked him.

He opened his arms and pulled you into a tight hug as soon as you were close enough for him to get his hands on. “I don’t ever want to come back here,” he said. You nodded. “Seriously.” When you just nodded again, he said your name.

“I get it. We won’t. There’s nothing here for any of us,” you assured him.

You locked all the doors and left the keys in the mailbox for the estate agent. After rock-paper-scissors to decide on the driver, you took shotgun and connected your phone’s Bluetooth. Soon, Hawkins became a small town in your rearview mirror and Indiana became a state you’d never venture back to.

By midday, you’d made it to Chicago, a city Eddie said he’d always loved. There was time for lunch and a quick stop in at Bucket O’ Blood before setting off again. The sun was setting as Eddie drove, one hand on the wheel, the other reached over to sit on your thigh.

“It will be dark by the time we get to Minneapolis,” he said, glancing at the clock on the car dashboard. “You should check the map again. Make sure you know where we’re going,”

“Google Maps,” you replied, shaking your phone at him.

Eddie was adapting fast to 2022 technology, but things would still slip through. He imagined flipping through pages of maps, the interior light of his van doing little for the readability of them. He remembered driving around until he found a pay phone, calling with a ‘gimme those directions again?’

“Right, yeah. Hey, when do I get one of those?”

“Dustin says when we get there, he’ll set it all up for us,” you told him.

“Wifi,” Eddie mused, excited at joining the world of online gaming.

Minneapolis came into view around 8:30 pm, leaving time for a faster dinner and cheap hotel check-in. You were both tired from the day of loading the moving truck and driving. There was enough energy to shower, call your mum, and steal some lazy kisses.

Sleep came easy to both you and Eddie; no Ambien required.

The next day was long and quiet. Setting off early, the sun only beating you to wakefulness by half an hour, you took turns driving for twelve or so hours. The breaks were short and fast, and the conversations came in waves.

It was easy to sit beside Eddie, listening to music, watching out the window at the changing landscapes. Through Minnesota, North Dakota, and halfway through Montana, it was peaceful. Another dinner of fast food and another night of scratchy hotel sheets.

“You know, this is giving me a lot of fuel for my-” and Eddie held his hands up and waved them through the air, “Rockstar tours America daydreams.”

He was standing on the bed in only his underwear as you came out from the bathroom. You looked up at him. “Is that what you’re doing… on the bed?” you asked, trying to hide how charming you thought it was.

“Gotta use the imagination until I can get a real guitar again,” he explained, dropping to the mattress on his knees, playing air guitar with sounds and all.

“Billings, Montana. Corroded Coffin headliner gig. And I get front row seats?”

“I mean… You could probably get a backstage pass with that outfit,” Eddie replied, his smirk a dead giveaway of what he was thinking.

You looked down at the plush white hotel towel wrapped around your body. “Really?” you whispered in a tone that Eddie immediately clocked as mischievous. Playful. Responsive. Hot. “Like, access all areas? ‘Cause that would be ah-may-zing. They’re like, my favourite band, you know?”

Eddie moved off the bed and came to stand in front of you. He easily fell into one of his preferred stances, his arms outstretched and resting on your shoulders.

“If you’re real good, I could introduce you to their lead guitarists,” he whispered, to which you did your best little fake gasp. He grinned. “Yeah, and you know what, sweetheart, you’re just his type.”

It started as a joke, but Eddie was too into it for you to let it slide. You fluttered your lashes and played groupie and fed his ego like nothing had before.

The next morning, starting on the road again as the sun rose, you regretted not getting a little more sleep, but Eddie was Mister Fucking Sunshine. A man restored.

Beyond Montana, straight through the north of Idaho, and across Washington’s state lines, it was another too-long day of driving. You played the most chill music you thought Eddie would accept, and tried to not nap while he drove because you knew he’d keep himself awake for you.

It was close to 11:00 pm when you hauled yourselves up the flight of stairs to your new place, nestled in the suburbs of Seattle. It was entirely empty, cold, and quiet. You unpacked all remaining road trip snacks as Eddie blew up the air mattress under your direction. Trail mix, a couple of bananas, and cans of room temperature Coke later, you were spooned together, passing out without even an uttered goodnight.

…

“Are they going to stay living together?” Dustin asked as he looked for the box in the shed out the back of his house, his sixteen-year-old son, Will, helping but still throwing confused and suspicious looks over at you and Eddie.

Will was used to his parents being weird… vague… mysterious. He was used to the ‘it’s for your own good’ talk. Still, there was something especially weird slash vague slash mysterious about the new friends of his dad.

“For now, yeah. They co-signed a lease. It’s just a bit south of Seattle,” you answered. “Mum probably needs more time, after Dad, you know? But I think I saw Uncle G get a Tinder notification the other day so honestly, I don’t know,”

“Good for him. And, ah, I never got to say it, but I’m sorry about your dad. I didn’t know him, but I remember when your mum left Hawkins. Gareth said he was a good guy, so…” Dustin was a bit awkward with his condolences, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“He was. Thanks,”

“And your place? Closer to the city, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied when you looked to him to answer. “Tiny apartment above a Chinese place.”

The online ad hadn’t specified that part, but when you and Eddie got there and it smelt like honey and sesame oil, you had both thought it was perfect.

It had taken a couple of weeks to furnish, finding cheap secondhand stuff online and visiting Ikea twice. Overall, Eddie hated Ikea but was amused at the tiny little houses built within. In lieu of new, Eddie found things behind warehouses and on the side of roads. You didn’t know exactly how he did it but figured the universe owed him a little good luck.

“So, when’s the party then?” Will asked, venturing into the conversation for the first time.

“Party?”

“You guys are going to have a housewarming, right?” Dustin clarified for his son.

“Dude, it’s a tiny apartment. Paper thin walls. We don’t wanna get kicked out in our first month of being here,” Eddie told him, shaking his head.

“You used to be fun, man,” Dustin replied. “Here it is! Good thing Gareth said anything. I really had forgotten about it,”

“Should I take offense to that?” Eddie teased.

Dustin huffed a little and looked over at his son. “I’ve actually had a bit going on, for your information.”

As Gareth had thought, Dustin had indeed kept Eddie’s D&D journals and books. He had all Eddie’s dice and figurines, and some of the magazines and novels that influenced Hellfire campaigns.

Eddie took back ownership of it, like he had Gareth’s mementos. Regardless of how he felt about them then, maybe he’d reconnect to it all at some point. At the very least, it made Eddie feel like he really existed; he had history and didn’t drop into 2022 a blank slate.

You and Eddie stayed for dinner, met Suzie and the kids; Will was the eldest and the youngest had just turned eleven. Their house was huge and full of noise, animals, and computers.

When you had decided to propose a change to your family, to ask Eddie to stay with you, start something, Seattle seemed the obvious choice. Dustin lived in the suburbs of the seaport city, as did Lucas, a little further out. It had been a coincidence the two of them had ended up so close, but you were beginning to believe less in coincidences and more in fate.

On the drive back to your apartment, Eddie was quiet in the passenger seat.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He chuckled a little. “This is… insane. All of this.”

You thought on it, although you didn’t need time to agree. Only a few months prior, you were coasting through life, disengaged and bored to the point it was becoming dangerously pathological. You were swimming in lakes in the middle of the night and smoking alone in your bed. And then, Eddie.

Time travel and monsters and heroes and kids growing up far too quickly. But, still, Eddie.

“I love you,” you told him. It was the only thing that came close to summarising everything you thought and felt.

The car rolled to a stop sign. Eddie looked at you.

“You know, I had a whole plan for this moment. The first ‘I love yous.’ You’re stealing my thunder, babe,” he said with his trademark grin.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll take it back. My feelings about you are mild at best,”

“I know you’re joking but somehow that still hurt to hear,” he whispered. A car pulled up behind you and their horn tore your gaze away from Eddie and back to the road. “For the record, I love you too,”

“Can you still do your plan? Whatever it was. Please?”

“Maybe. If you’re good,” he told you.

Always. You’d always be good to him, for him, whatever, as long as it was him.

…

Eddie looked at the table, adjusting things yet again. From the kitchen, you watched him fuss over details you didn’t understand. He was nervous. Arguably, the most nervous you’d ever seen him, and given the situations you’d been with him in, that meant a lot.

You said nothing, though, letting him go through whatever creative process was happening. If he was actually on the verge of an anxiety attack, you’d step in. That’s not what it was; he just wanted everything to be perfect.

After the snacks were prepared, the Knight in Shining Armour playlist was on, and incense was burning, you got changed into an outfit you knew would distract Eddie as soon as you walked into the room.

When he saw you, he narrowed his eyes. “You’re wearing that on purpose,” he rightfully accused.

“As opposed to accidentally wearing it?” you replied, claiming innocence.

He left his table set up to cross the room, slipping his arms around you and putting his head on top of yours.

“You good?” you asked.

He hummed a sound of affirmation before moving to look at you. He took your face in his hands and kissed you gently. “I love you,” he said. He had said it a hundred times before but each time, you still felt that same sense of awe and comfort that someone like him could love someone like you.

“I love you too. Even if I keep tripping over all your lapping stuff,” you replied with a smile.

“LARP! Not lap. You say it wrong on purpose, don’t you?!”

You absolutely loved Eddie’s geeky outraged voice; it was high-pitched and whiney and a little self-righteous.

“Jeez, Eddie. Wearing a dress on purpose. Lapping on purpose. Soon you’ll tell me I’m saying Dragons and Dungeons wrong on purpose!” He dropped his hands from your face and his expression went blank. You snorted and left him to be supremely annoyed and in love. “Seriously though, I did almost stack it. Can you ask Dustin to keep your stuff with his? He has a whole house!”

Half an hour later, it was time. Eddie kept checking his watch and glancing nervously at the door. You’d convinced him to share a joint out on the fire escape, but there were some emotions that couldn’t be dampened by Seattle grass.

The first person to arrive was Dustin, unsurprisingly. He’d brought a tray of cookies his kids made - “They’re meant to look like swords,” - and Will, who was still suspicious of you and Eddie but didn’t want to miss out on this.

Erica was next, offering wine and respite from the LARPing conversation. Then, Robin and Steve. They had flown in from San Fran, checking into an Airbnb and ready to spend some time with their friends that didn’t involve trying to save the world. Lucas brought the same wine as Erica, and they fought over who stole whose idea. Max couldn’t make it but promised to visit with Nancy for Bumbershoot. Last to arrive was Gareth, who proudly introduced his new boyfriend, Sam, to everyone.

When everyone was seated at the table, which was technically multiple square card tables pushed together in your small apartment, Eddie stood, clearing his throat.

“Uh… Fuck…” He was tearing up before he even started. “Thanks. For coming. And, for… everything. This is weird… But I’m glad I’m here and I’m glad you’re all here. I love you guys... Oh, and to the fresh meat…” With the glass in his hand, he toasted to Will, Sam, Steve, Robin, then you, offering you a bonus wink. “Welcome to Hellfire.”

A campaign began, wine and beer and Dr Pepper were drunk, and snacks and ordered pizza were eaten. You danced with Robin and looked at pictures of Steve’s kids from their most recent Pride festival. Eddie grilled Sam, making sure he was good enough for his best friend, and then gave Will his own mini D&D lesson, like he hadn’t been raised by Dustin Henderson. You made plans with Erica to go homewares shopping and watched as Eddie, Dustin, and Lucas argued about things that happened thirty-six years ago.

As the night came to a close, people began to make their way out, still hugging Eddie like he was going to disappear on them again, and hugging you like you’d done something bigger than take home a broken bird. As each person left, Eddie proudly handed them the party favours you’d spent a fair chunk of money on getting made. Everyone, especially Will and even Steve, was thrilled to receive their own Hellfire Club t-shirt that matched the iconic one Eddie still wore.

Dustin was the last to leave, and as he walked back to his car, his eldest son turned to him and asked, “Did he… time travel here?”

Once the apartment was empty again, just you and Eddie left, you looked around at the mess. Eddie was doing the same. When you made eye contact you both spoke simultaneously. “Tomorrow?”

Within ten minutes, you were under the covers of your bed, wrapped up in each other. You’d changed the playlist to Songs I Need Eddie 2 Love. I Will Follow You into the Dark sounded out as you settled in.

The room was dark, with heavy curtains blocking out both noise and light. As you listened to Eddie’s breathing even out the closer he got to sleep, you felt the question pop into your head like it did every night. Usually, you’d ignore it, push it away and casually gaslight yourself into thinking you were being 'crazy.' But, wasn’t it the start of your new life.

Hadn’t you traveled across the country in search of friends and family and home? Hadn’t you saved a boy from drowning and fallen in love? Hadn’t you put your faith into something close to fate?

“Eddie… If… If tomorrow Dustin said he figured it out. And you could go back and it wouldn’t fuck things up. Another timeline, or whatever… Would-”

“Not without you.” His answer came immediately and with a definitiveness that sounded like ‘I love you.'

“I’d go with you,” you told him.

“And I’d stay with you.”

No matter the place, no matter the time, you and Eddie were meant to be together. Never mind that Eddie was born in 1965 and you were a girl of the twenty-first century. Together, you were bigger than that. You were beyond science and the supernatural. You were kismet, timeless, and every-fucking-lasting.

End Note: 1) The first ‘I love you’ can be whatever you want it to be. I was going to write a big romantic scene but I realised their love is not like that. It was immediate and fated, yeah, but it’s in the everyday. It’s in the shared blankets and paprika and cinnamon and softness. I’ve got my own little headcanon about Eddie’s plans, but I wanted to leave it open for you to imagine your own version too.

2) There are some other details I purposefully left out. Like… For the characters with kids, how many do they have? When did they have them? If Dustin’s oldest is sixteen, he was 35 when he and Suzie had the first kid; why did they wait? Did the others wait, or are their kids older? What was it like for Robin and Steve when they first moved out to San Fran together? Does Robin have a wife? (Yes.) What does Max do that sends her traveling so much? And the others – what are their jobs? What kind of 2022 job would Eddie get in Seattle? I have my own answers, but I want you to have yours too.

3) Well. That’s all, friends. It’s the longest fic I have written and I’m pretty proud. It’s not perfect, but it’s mostly cohesive and it unfolded as I planned. To everyone who left kudos/like and who bookmarked/subscribed/joined the taglist – thank you. To the people who left comments, especially those super long ones, you’re amazing and I love you. And if you reblogged the fic or sent it to a friend, you’re the MVPs here. Thank you for reading my little daydream-turned-story and for interacting with my writing. Please, continue to support your content creators.

4) Find me on AO3 here and Instagram here (where I’m curating an Eddie zine that’s gonna be raaaddd).

All my lalalove, Rhi.

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[pinkcaddyconfessions]

Anything for You Darlin’ Christmas Special

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 957 words

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Child Birth, Language, Mentions of Insomnia(let me know if I miss anything)

Author’s Note: Well here’s the surprise I reference earlier!! We have a Christmas Special from Elvis’ POV! I hope y’all enjoy it! This is in the realm of the Anything for You Darlin’ universe.

Summary: Twas the night before Christmas and Elvis Presley is recalling memories of Christmas pasts.

@mslizziesblog

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Ever since I could remember, Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I still remember the first Christmas i had with mama and daddy at Graceland like it was yesterday. I got the Santa and slight yard decoration. We got the best decorations we could find on this side of the Mississippi. It was truly a wonderful Christmas. When mama died, I questioned how Christmas was gonna be without her presence in Graceland and in my life.

And then a little (Y/HC), (Y/EC) girl named Y/N decided to walk into my life and flip it upside down. I had known Y/N forever, but it was after I returned from Germany that I really noticed her. One thing I loved about her right away was her love for all things Christmas. I remember her first Christmas season at Graceland. The year was 1964. When I drove her up to Graceland, she was in awe of all the decorations that adored the yard. As she as she saw the blue lights that lined the driveway, she asked me if planes had ever confused my driveway for the airport. Daddy had always teased me about it, but coming from Y/N made me laugh because of the innocence in her voice. That Christmas Eve, we curled up close to fireplace in the living room after everyone had left. I never wanted that moment to end. I got to know everything about that sweet girl. I knew right then and there I had to make this girl my wife.

Then in 1966, we spent our first Christmas as husband and wife. She went all out that year eight with the decorations, including getting a white nylon tree which had a rotating base that played Christmas carols. Y/N’s child like wonder when it came to Christmas made my heart melt and reminded me why I married her. The whole house looked like a Christmas card. Once again at the end of the night, we found ourselves wrapped up next to the fireplace like our first Christmas together. During that time, the topic of babies came up. We always knew that we wanted to have kids, but it just hadn’t happened yet for whatever reason. Y/N began to tear up and told me that she was scared it wasn’t gonna ever happen because she thought she wasn’t good enough. I told her that was bull shit and I promised her that I would do anything possible for us to have a child.

Almost exactly a year later, I found myself in the hospital watching my beautiful wife bring our first baby into the world during the wee hours of Christmas Eve morning. I remember feeling so bad that I couldn’t take away my baby doll’s pain whenever the next contraction would hit and tears ran down her face; however, it was all worth in the end. Little Mallory Love had our hearts from the moment she let out that very first cry. That beautiful, precious little girl was sent from heaven by my mama and her birth date confirmed it all for me. Mallory had me wrapped around her little finger when she looked up at me with her baby blue eyes for the very first time. I knew in that moment that every Christmas from here on out was gonna be magical for the Presley family.

Now here we are in 1977. Our family has grown over the years. We now have four kids, with each one of them having their own distinct personalities and looks. This Christmas is significant for many reasons. It’s the last time we’ll have a baby’s first Christmas with baby Kennedy being our last child. Y/N is taking it harder than I thought she would, so I told her to decorate Graceland until her little heart gave out. What didn’t expect was a Christmas tree in my living room the day after Halloween. I almost told her it was too damn early, but she looked at me her those big doe eyes of hers, I couldn’t say it. This girl has had my heart since day one and sometimes I think she uses it to her advantage. By the time thanksgiving came around, the whole house looked like Christmas.

Now it’s the wee hours of Christmas Day and I’m wide awake. The insomnia is really kicking my ass tonight. I turn over to see Y/N sleeping soundly. She looks so beautiful even with her hair all messed up from the pillows. I start to hear whimpering from the nursery so I know that means Kennedy is need of something. I get out of bed and make the walk down to the nursery. Her whimpers start to get louder and turn into cries. I get into the nursery and quick pick up Kennedy and get myself comfy in the rocking chair. I can’t help but to look at this sweet baby girl’s face as I begin to rock and comfort her. Her cries dampen into whimpers and before long she’s out like a light. I hold Kennedy for a little while longer just to make sure she’s asleep.

After I kiss her head and put her back into the crib, I go back to bed to find Y/N still sleeping like an angel. I pull her into my arms. I can’t believe God blessed me with a wife like her and four of the best children that any man could ask for. I can’t wait for everyone to wake up on Christmas morning to see what ole’ Saint Nick brought for them. Hopefully Santa will see the bright blue lights that still line the drive way so he knows where to land the giant sleigh.

[xerith-42]

So in your rewrite why did Araphel destroy Kulzak’s eye and why didn’t Irene heal it. Also do you have any more Kulzak crumbs I humbly beg.

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!

In my rewrites Araphel did destroy Kul'zak's eye, it actually happened during that final fight against him as an attempt to stop Kul'zak from shattering his relic. It didn't work, but whatever fucked up and evil magic Araphel used to destroy Kul'zak's eye was something Irene couldn't heal. She tried to, but the wound always repelled her magic away and just didn't work at all.

After the failed attempts Enki whisked Kul'zak off to one of their vacation homes in Galruk and tried to heal him in a variety of different ways. The one that had the most promise and that is considered a core memory for both of them was a potion that Enki spent almost a year figuring out the components for, gathering said components, and then brewing. It was a long, arduous process, and multiple times Kul'zak told Enki that this wasn't necessary. He was perfectly content living without his eye, it was his idea after all, if this is the price to pay then it was worth it.

But Enki can't live with that. "What's the point of all this knowledge if I can't use it to help the people I love?" In the end it didn't work, but the attempt was greatly appreciated. Kul'zak did their best not to let this keep them down, instead turning to try and understand/love this new aspect of his appearance from an artistic sense. He had paintings commissioned of him that depicted him with this new eye in a beautiful way, hoping to show to his fellow wanderers and everyone who saw him that this change didn't make him any less beautiful or worthy of love than before. He and one of their muses even wrote a song about the "One Eyed Wanderer" to cement that this is who Kul'zak is now, and they can live with that.

Oh yeah Kul'zak is so nonbinary in my brain it's not even funny. Every time I think of Kul'zak I just think "You would use neopronouns". Probably star/starself would be their favorites bc Kul'zak is such an astronomer/astrology girl. It's actually how astronomy started as a science in the ancient days. Wanderers, merchants, sailors, farmers, normal people just looked at the stars a lot and noticed patterns in them, wrote those patterns down, and then theorized about them. I imagine stargazing is one of stars favorite pastimes, something they tried to do with each of the divine warriors at least once, including Xavier who wasn't even divine, just this simp who Kul'zak was fond of.

Kul'zak does have everyone's sun signs memorized and Enki is the only one who fully understands what they're saying. Menphina's in a bitchy mood one day and Kul'zak barks "Stop being such a Gemini," to which she yells back "Shove those stars up your ass!!" Irene understands it kind of because she asked Kul'zak what the hell they meant when star said she was "Being a total Sagittarius." Esmund and Araphel do not understand this weird star bull shit at all, but Kul'zak is having fun and they don't understand half of what he says anyways.

I think a lot of music in the MCD world was composed by Kul'zak. He learned how to play many instruments in his time, and possibly made a few of his own, probably some of the weirder ones that have fallen into obscurity. Some of his compositions are credited to different people, and some don't even have his name on it, but that really wouldn't bother them. As long as there is music in the places star once called home, Kul'zak is happy.

Unlike some of his peers, Kul'zak could honestly care less whether anyone remembers him in the future. His name could fall into complete obscurity, his relic could be left to rot somewhere where it will never be found, and all his findings could be attributed to someone else. As long as there are still wanderers, poets, musicians, bards, travelers, and those with free spirits who let themselves love the world they live in the way he did, they're happy. As long as there's still a world for them, he did his job right.