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miss holloway stimboard with witchy/magic themes for @lulubee2603 !

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Kashmir (a stranger things fanfic)

Title: Kashmir Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Eddie x plus-size femme reader Word Count: ~5000 Summary: First time with Eddie. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional notes, tropes, and content warning below the cut.

Notes: Our beloved Eddie was taken from us too soon (and in my personal opinion a victim of regular old bad writing). I could not sit idly by and let our boy die a virgin so here you have it: a soft and sensual first time fic; explicit but not too kinky. Tropes & Content Warnings: anti-fatness (alluded to,) first time, love bites, oral (cunnilingus,) orgasm denial, p-in-v, thigh-riding, witchy shit

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face / And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space / To be where I have been

You assumed–perhaps naively–that Eddie kept a condom in his wallet for the same reason you always carried a tampon: because you never know.  That was really the theme of the year, after all.

Like that guy Billy Hargrove–an absolute Neanderthal for the short time you had known him–dying last summer saving a bunch of kids from that horrific Starcourt Mall fire, which was both utterly tragic and completely fucking weird.  But all the more reason to seize the day–life was short–and you wanted to lay down your v-card before it was too late.  

You and Eddie had been “official” for almost a year.  Even longer if you counted the time you made out in Reefer Rick’s boathouse when the whole Hellfire Club tried acid after Eddie failed his senior year the first go-round.  (Eddie usually did, but you insisted the relationship actually started when he finally asked you on a proper date.)   Even though you didn’t know what would happen after graduating, you trusted Eddie more than anyone; it just felt right.  

There was a lunar eclipse coming–a blood moon–Eddie promised to take you to an out-of-the-way spot he knew where you could moon-gaze in peace.   You had read every pulp romance in the library; you were as ready as you’d ever be.  This was your moment.  You hadn’t told Eddie explicitly that you had christened him The Chosen One to finally divest you of your maidenhead, but you had certainly left him a trail of breadcrumbs.  

Last week when you snuck out to the picnic table in the woods behind the football field between periods to make out.  You hiked up your skirt and straddled his thigh, grinding against him and moaning in his ear as he peppered your neck with kisses and gentle love-bites.

“Feels good, mama?”  Eddie murmured in your ear.  You panted something approximating agreement as you rocked against him.  

Eddie had one hand on your back, the other gripping the meat of your ass–you could feel his rings leaving indents in your soft skin.  Their mate was safely nestled between your breasts, hanging from the leather chord you wore around your neck.  You probably could have worn it on a finger, Eddie’s fingers weren’t much bigger than yours, but wearing it around your neck felt more feminine and special.  

You sealed your mouth over his.  You could feel his hard on pressing against your leg where it was tucked between his and traced circles against him with your knee to see how far he’d let you go.

“Careful,” he warned, patting your leg between soft, wet kisses.  “If I cream my pants, I’m gonna miss Zelinsky’s big test and wouldn’t it be tragic for me to be cramming for my GED next year without you.”

You sighed, sitting back, making some space between your bodies.  Eddie laughed, noticing the dark patch you had left in the torn denim of his jeans.  

“Are you marking your territory?”  

You grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer with a sharp tug.  A growl rumbled in your chest as you snapped at him, baring your teeth like a wild thing.

“Point taken,” Eddie cleared his throat.  “Left leg.  All yours.”

On the big night, you left your parents a vague note that you were staying over with a friend and Eddie picked you up in his beat up Chevy van.  After a quick stop for gas and snacks, the two of you drove just outside of Hawkins, up the big hill overlooking Lover’s Lake.  For a spot that was mostly used for drug deals, it was actually kind of nice.  

Eddie cut off the lights but left the radio on as you opened the back doors of the van, spreading the quilt you had brought out in the back where the bench seats had been unceremoniously ripped out to make room for amps and other equipment for Eddie’s band.    

“So when’s this party getting started?” Eddie asked, looking up at the sky with his hands on his hips.

“We won’t be able to see the total eclipse in this part of the world,” you explained, taking a seat in the back of the van.  

“The Farmer’s Almanac said the moon would be entering umbra around 1 AM our time.  That’s when we’ll start to see the shadow.  As long as these clouds don’t get in the way.”

“We’ve got some time to kill, then,” Eddie said.

He slipped off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders like a cape before sitting down beside you on the bumper.  You turned your face into the lapel of the jacket, breathing in the comfortable, familiar scent.  Eddie always smelled faintly of pot and the vanilla extract he dabbed on his wrists to try to cover it up mixed with old leather and clove cigarettes.

At least the stuff he smoked smelled a hell of a lot better than the shit he sold the ramp rats who always stank up the stairwell behind the art room.

You had tried pot a couple of times, but it always seemed to make you more anxious instead of less.  Apparently different strains worked better for different people, but at the end of the day you figured it wasn’t worth burning your throat all to shit to find the right one.  Eddie had offered to make edibles, just as soon as Wayne fixed their oven, but you both knew that was never going to happen. 

“You can smoke if you want,” you said.  “I don’t mind.”    

Eddie shrugged, leaning back on his elbows, legs swinging off the back of the van.  He reached over to brush his fingertips up your arm.

“I’m always high when I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes and Eddie cracked a smile.

“Cheese-ball.”   

You found your Twizzlers in the convenience store bag and tore open the package. You pinned one between your teeth, letting it hang from the corner of your mouth. Eddie chomped at the air beside your face, trying to catch the long end of the Twizzler while you nibbled it to a smaller and smaller nub.  You giggled as his efforts became more exaggerated and ridiculous.  As you sucked the last piece between your lips, Eddie gave you a soft kiss and put his arm around you. 

You weren’t afraid anymore to say you were built like the noble hobbits, who valued good food and good cheer above recognition and hoarded wealth.  Eddie was taller–but not too tall–all long limbs and sharp angles.  He wore mostly dark colors–heavy jackets and metal jewelry and, while you had certainly relieved him of a few of his more comfortable t-shirts, you still tended to favor a softer look: colorful crystals, lacy shawls, and long skirts in earth-toned florals.   And yet somehow you always fit together: the town freak and the village witch.

“Did you bring your cards?” Eddie asked, leaning back on his elbows.

“Always,” you replied, digging through your bag for your tarot cards wrapped in silk organza. You had carried them everywhere since the day Eddie had given them to you.

You shuffled them deftly, which had taken a great deal of practice for your small hands, and held the deck out to Eddie with one hand.

“Cut.”  

Eddie ran his fingers down the gilded edges of the deck lifting up a stack of cards, holding the bottom card up to face you.  A horned winged figure crouched over a man and woman–who bore a passing resemblance to the Lovers–in chains.  You rolled your eyes.  The Devil.

“I know this guy,” Eddie said, holding the card up to his face and sticking out his tongue.  “You can really see the family resemblance.” 

“Stop it,” you nudged his shoulder playfully.  “The Devil represents the dark parts of our psyche–the things we’re taught to reject or hate about ourselves.  If you try to hide it or push it down, you get stuck, you feel trapped, but if you learn to work with it, you bring your shadow back into the fold.”

You took the cards from Eddie’s hand and began to re-shuffle.

“Is that what they teach you in witch school?” Eddie asked.

“Carl Jung,” you frowned.  “You really did bomb Zelinsky’s test, didn’t you?”

“D+” Eddie rolled his eyes back in his head.  “Would have done better if I wasn’t so distracted.”

Eddie bushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your neck as you shuffled.

You stopped when your intuition told you it was time and lifted the top card off the deck.  Another of the major arcana, number 13: Death.  This time Eddie burst into laughter.

“What the fuck is wrong with us,” he said, leaning into you.    

“Nothing,” you said.  “It’s not literally Death.  It’s about change, transformation, letting something go, so something else can take its place. I love this card.” 

You held the card out in the hazy moonlight, your other hand still resting on Eddie’s head as he leaned his cheek against your bare arm.  You loved being this close to him.  

“You know in D&D, when you have to choose between two paths–the party can’t decide so you flip a coin.  When you see it lands on heads or tails there’s a split second where you feel excited or disappointed and you suddenly know what you wanted to do all along.  It’s the same thing with tarot.  How does it make you feel?  And what are you going to do about it?  The magic is inside you.”

Eddie plucked the card from between your fingers and replaced it on the top of the deck as he pressed his mouth close to your ear.  

“What if I already know what I want,” he murmured.  

From the front of the van an unmistakable guitar riff thrummed through the speakers as Robert Plant crooned.

You liked Eddie’s music, though you were still pretty far from a bona fide metal-head, given that you considered Stevie Nicks a personal style icon and had Rumours on repeat every day after school since 5th grade. Still, there was something undeniable about the electric crescendo of guitars and bass that you could feel tugging in your chest. 

You placed a hand on Eddie’s head as he kneaded your breasts, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat.

“Hey Eddie,” you said, tugging on his shirt to get his attention.  “Eddie.”  

He paused, looking up at you, his eyes a little glassy.  You waited for them to focus on your face.

“Do you want to have sex?”

Eddie blinked, sitting up with a jolt.  “Wait, seriously?  Right now?”

“Yeah,” you stammered. “I mean, not if you don’t want to.  I just thought–”

Eddie raked a hand through his hair, making part of his fringe stand on end.  His formerly languid limbs now vibrating at attention.  

“No, I want to,” he said.  “It’s just…I’ve never…actually gone all the way before.”

“Oh,” your lips parted with a sigh.

You were surprised, but not shocked.  Eddie had been your best friend since freshman year; if there had been someone before you, you probably would have heard about it.  You had put ‘older and more experienced’ on your ‘Pros' list when weighing your options, but now that you were confronted with an alternative, you thought it being both your first times made it even more special.

“Me, too,” you added, encouragingly

“Yeah,” Eddie said, sitting back on his heels, shrinking into himself.  “It’s different for guys, though.  Don’t you think?  I might be bad at it.”

Eddie didn't show vulnerability easily; he was all hard on the outside, soft on the inside. There was something special about him admitting to being unsure. It made you feel even closer to him. 

“You masturbate, right?” you said.  

“That’s a little different, babe,” he said. 

“Yeah, but what do you imagine doing?”

A blush was rising up under the collar of his shirt, turning his ears beet red.

“Do you think about me?” you prompted.  

A little muscle in Eddie’s jaw twitched; that was a yes.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you slid your fingertips down his arm.  “I want to know.  What do you think about?”

Eddie crossed his arms, looking out the darkened window.  You reached out to touch his face, coaxing his gaze back toward you. 

“That we’re in love,” he said.  “Some place nice–not in my shitty van.  That I make you feel good.”

“Oh, Edders,” you took threw your arms around him.  “You really are the sweetest.  I’m happy being here with you–that’s what matters.  And if you want to make me feel good, I can show you how to do that.”

You reached up your long skirt, shimmying out of your underwear and tossing them aside.  Eddie moved between your legs as you laid back on the quilt, supporting yourself on your elbows.  He slid his hands up your legs, gathering your skirt up over your knees.  A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked down.  He looked so thoughtful and serious; you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” he said, leaning over, pressing his face close to yours.  “I’m just taking it in.  I fuck this up, I might not get a second chance.”

You could feel his breath on your skin.  You knew Eddie well enough to understand that he was just as hungry for approval and reassurance as everyone else.  You took his chin in your hand.

“Eddie,” you said.  “I want this.  I want you.  And the only way we’re gonna get good at this is if we practice, right?”

Eddie softened against you.

“Here, give me your hand.”

You moved his hand between your thighs, guiding his fingertips between your soft folds to the bundle of nerves at the hood of your clitoris.

“Right here,” you said.  “Make circles right here.”

You sucked in a ragged breath as Eddie traced his fingertips around your clit in slow, careful circles, guitar-string calluses rough against the sensitive nub.

“Is that okay?”  he asked.  

You nodded with a soft moan.  

“Feels good,” you breathed.  “A little more.”

Eddie nodded, biting his lip in concentration, pressing a little harder, a little faster.  You put your arms around him, moving your hands across his back.

“Just like that,” you said, arching into him.  “Don’t stop.”

Eddie relaxed.  His nimble fingers kept up the rhythm as he returned his attention to kissing you under the ear, down your neck.  His free hand slipped under your shirt, sliding up your belly, squeezing the roll of flesh padding your side ribs.  

While the tension coiled like a serpent in your low belly, you did your best to unbuckle Eddie’s belt and open his jeans with shaking hands.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, catching your hand before you could shove it down the front of his underwear.  “Can I go down on you?”

You blinked hard, considering the proposition.

“I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m willing if you are,” Eddie said, punctuating each phrase with kisses across your collarbones.  He paused to look you dead in the eye.

“I want to know how you taste.” 

“Shit; yes!”  you gasped, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. 

Your breath hitched in anticipation as Eddie slid back, lifting your ankles as you settled onto your back.

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home,” Eddie chanted, tapping your ankles together above your head. 

“Eddie!” You shrieked with laughter.  “Focus!”

“I am shutting right up,” Eddie agreed, hitching your knees over his shoulders as he lowered himself down between your legs.

He pushed your shirt up under your breasts, placing a trail of kisses across your belly.  

“Shit,” you gasped as he dipped his tongue into your naval.  “That feels weird.”

Eddie paused, resting his chin on your belly as he looked up at you with his giant chocolate-brown eyes.  “Do we like weird?”  

“I think so,” you nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself.  “It’s kind of intense, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I will,” you said.  “You too?”

Eddie nodded, pushing himself up enough to kiss the inside of your knee.  His mouth traveled down, opening his lips to press his teeth against your thigh.  His eyes flickered to your face to see if you would protest before he bit down, not hard, but enough to leave an impression in the delicate skin. 

You closed your eyes and took a breath.  Eddie’s van smelled like stale beer and sweat mixed with Tide detergent and your mother’s Calvin Klein perfume still lingering on your old quilt.  Your heart was pounding; it felt like there was electricity buzzing under your skin.  It was all too intoxicating.

Eddie brushed his fingertips along your tiger-stripe stretch marks, holding your hips with his face pressed against your groin, his mouth open, his tongue trailing hot and wet across the underside of your belly, moving lower and lower. 

You reached your hands down his back, feeling his ribcage lift with each inhale.  You gasped as he pressed his tongue into you and barely managed to stop yourself from accidentally boxing his ears with your thighs.  

“Holy shit,” you sighed, running your fingers through Eddie’s hair to ground yourself back into your body .  

You could feel his nose pressed up against your clit as his tongue explored your opening, tentatively at first.  You resisted the urge to pull on his head, needing more.  

“Can you–um–make your tongue wider?” You panted.  You knew it wasn’t much of an instruction, but the sensation changed as Eddie followed your lead.  “And more up and down.”

Eddie hummed an affirmation as his tongue trailed up the expanse of your vulva as you saw stars. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, your head falling back against Eddie’s leather jacket, still bunched up under your head.  “Don’t stop.”

Eddie placed one hand over yours where they were still tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Sorry!” You loosened your grip, but he wrapped his fingers around yours, closing them tighter.

“Okay,” you agreed, tugging gently.  “Say when?”

You pushed Eddie’s head a little harder against you, carefully watching for signs that he was ready to tap out.  Just when you were having serious concerns over how hard Eddie’s nose was pressed against your pelvic bone, he lifted his other hand to give you a thumbs up.  His tongue moved in long steady strokes over your clit.     

The sensation was incredible.  Even better than you imagined; somehow relaxed and vibrant all at once; the knot of energy coiling tighter and tighter at the base of your spine.  

“Eddie,” you moaned.  “God, that’s good, Eddie.”

“Say that again,” Eddie said, extracting himself from the dense brush padding your mons just enough to be audible.

You smiled to yourself.

“Eddie,” you called, louder this time, your toes curled in excitement.  “I’m close, Eddie.  So fucking close.”  

Eddie hummed against you, sending warm vibrations up the length of your spine.  You squeezed your eyes closed; red sparkles danced behind your eyelids.

“Fuck!  Eddie!”  You let out a long sigh as the bundle of energy in the deepest part of your core finally unfurled.

Eddie popped up from between your thighs like a daisy.  His hair was sticking out at odd angles, a tangled mane around his face; his mouth and chin glistening in the dim light.

“Did I get it?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement.  

“You definitely got it,” you assured him with a laugh, realizing his button nose was bright red and still a little squished.

“First try!”  Eddie pumped his fist triumphantly.

“Come here,” you ordered, grabbing a fist-full of his shirt to pull him up, pressing your mouth over his. 

It was a little surreal, tasting your own salty-sourness on Eddie’s lips and in his mouth.  You felt hot and swollen and wild and strange.  

“I want to do you,” you said, grabbing the waistband of Eddie’s Levis.  “Can I?” 

“It’s, uh, kind of a one-and-done thing on my end,” Eddie cleared his throat.  “At least it takes a bit to get warmed back up for the encore.”

“How long do you think?” you asked, rooting the convenience store bag for a can of soda, cracking it open and taking a long drink to cool your throat.

“Half hour,”  Eddie said. “Maybe a little more.”

You paused to consider.  It really wasn’t that long, after all, you had planned a whole night of star-gazing, but you didn’t want to wait.  You felt ravenous.  

“Thirsty?”  You held your drink out to Eddie.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie took the soda and gulped it down, tossing the empty can aside. 

“Okay,” you sat up, brushing your sweat-damp hair off your face.  “Do you have a condom?”

Eddie nodded 

“I think we should do it,” you said.  “All the way, right?  Let’s just fucking do it.”  

It seemed strange to tip-toe around the words now.  But what were you supposed to call it “real sex?”  As though what Eddie had just done to you, for you didn’t count?  

“I think I’m ready.  I want you inside me.  I’m fucking soaked,” you said.  “Do you need me to do anything for you?”

“You’ve done enough,” Eddie said, pulling you into him by the neck and kissing you hard.  

You giggled against his lips as he toed off his shoes, letting them fall to the ground outside the van doors.

“She’s laughing,” Eddie said, sliding out of his jeans.  “I’m taking off my pants and she’s fucking laughing.”

“I’m happy,” you said.  “I’m laughing because I’m happy!”

Eddie fished his wallet out of his now discarded pants, digging through it for a foil wrapped condom.

“It’s been a good run, buddy,” he announced, tearing it open with his teeth.  “It’s your time.”

Eddie slid his checkered boxers down past his knees to roll on the condom and you stopped to look.  Without much to compare it to, he seemed a respectable size.  Not huge, but that was quite alright with you.  From what you knew about trying to work more than three fingers inside yourself, you had never understood the girls in the locker room proudly declaring that their boyfriends were hung like horses. 

Eddie was your Goldilocks, always just right.  

“Like what you see,” Eddie noticed you watching and pulled a face, hands on his hips, erection bobbing.  “I have to say it’s a titty bit nipply.”    

With anyone but Eddie, you’d be horrified by the showboating and spectacle, but Eddie made everything easier.  

“Can I be on top?” you said.  

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded.  “You got it.”

Eddie exchanged places with you, laying down on the blanket.  Despite his bravado, you could feel him tremble a little as you knelt over him.  

You freed your top from where it was tangled up under your boobs and pulled it off over your head.  

Eddie rested his hands on your thighs, stroking them lightly.  He sighed as you unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders and setting it aside.

“Best seat in the house.”

Eddie slipped his little finger through the ring hanging from your necklace and tugged gently, guiding you down into another long kiss. His tongue moving against yours, exploring the roof of your mouth and the insides of your cheeks. 

You reached down between your bodies.  Eddie gasped as your fingers found his cock under the draped fabric of your skirt.  You bit your lip in concentration as you guided him to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself down.

You stopped, feeling a sharp tug.  Your muscles clenched.  You gripped the back of the driver’s seat with one hand and took a deep breath, willing your pelvic floor to relax.

“Here,” you ordered, grabbing one of Eddie’s hands and placing it on your breast.  “Touch me here.”

Eddie let out a low moan, his face scrunched up, cute little wrinkles creasing his nose as he palmed your breasts.

You moved Eddie’s hands as if they were your own, no performance or hesitation, guiding them over your breasts, your throat, your stomach.

It felt strange, reveling in being touched on the parts of your body you had always been told you should be ashamed of.  But it was impossible to be ashamed with Eddie.  He never expected you to be quite or make yourself smaller.  He always made enough space for you to be fully yourself.  

You lowered your own hands to Eddie’s chest, comforted by the warmth of his body.  You sank a little deeper.  You felt tremendous relief when you realized your weight was resting fully on Eddie’s hips. No pain, just firm pressure, verging on discomfort, but still somehow pleasurable.   

“Is that good?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty fucking good,” Eddie stammered.  

You walked your hands up from Eddie’s chest, placing them beside his head, leaning over him.

“You like it?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, biting his lip, pressing his face into the soft skin of your breasts.  You whimpered softly as he traced circles around your nipples with his thumbs.

“You?”

“Yeah,” you said.  “Feels kind of…full or stretched.  I think I just need a second.”

“You take all the time you need, babe,” Eddie said, his voice sounding tight, like after smoking too many cigarettes.   

As you felt the tension of your inner walls release a little more, you walked your hands back toward your knees, experimenting with lifting your hips and lowering them back down.   It felt new and exciting, but didn’t measure up to the wave of arousal you had felt with Eddie’s tongue on your clit.   

“Shit,” Eddie ran his hands down your body, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.   

Emboldened, you lifted yourself up, moving toward standing on your knees and dropped yourself back down. 

“Christ, that’s good,” Eddie gasped.

Eddie pressed his eyes closed, as you moved against him.  You felt a sudden wave of gratitude for your own body and the pleasure it could feel; the pleasure it could give.

You laughed, body pitching forward.  You noticed a phenomenal gripping sensation as you rocked your hips forward and back. Like grinding against his thigh in the woods, but deeper, more of a push than in and out.

You had taken months to prepare for this moment.  You had read every book you could get your hands on and eavesdropped outside the girls’ locker room before cheer practice. 

Hell, you had even loitered outside Family Video for an hour waiting for Steve fucking Harrington to take his break so you could sneak into the adult section of the store.  Robin had given you the side-eye–you couldn’t really blame her–but she was no narc. 

You thought if you had all the information you would know what to do, but now that you had found your rhythm, you found yourself relying on pure instinct.

“I’m close,” Eddie warned.  

“Not yet,” you whimpered, feeling the tension building deep in your core.  “Not yet.”

Judging from the look on Eddie’s face, your pleading was not helping the situation.  Just when you were certain he couldn’t wait for you any longer you reached between your bodies, pressing your thumb hard into the base of his shaft just above the balls.

“Fuck!” Eddie shouted.  Loud.  “What kind of Jedi mind trick was that?” 

You were worried you might have hurt him, but Eddie’s good-natured teasing put you at ease.   

“Patience is a virtue,” you offered him a polite grimace.  

Having bought a few more minutes, you shifted your weight forward, lowering yourself down. Eddie ran his hands up your back, placing one hand on the back of your head, moving the other to hold your face as he bucked his hips up into you with slow but insistent strokes.  

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he panted.   

You whimpered, digging your nails into Eddie’s shoulders.  You could feel the tension unfolding inside you as your inner walls clenched around Eddie’s shaft.

“That’s it,” you sighed, riding him through the sensation.  “You feel amazing.”

Eddie’s face scrunched as he reached his own unimpeded climax with a deep moan that you could feel deep in your core.

Your body felt supple and relaxed as you rolled over to lie down beside Eddie.  The breeze coming from the lake felt cool against your sweat-damp skin and carried the smell of wet grass and pine resin.  

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”  Eddie panted, turning his head to meet your gaze.  “Cause I’m pretty sure I just saw God.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, smacking his arm gently.  Eddie chuckled.

“You’re like a sex prodigy,” he said, turning onto his side.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Eddie put his hand on your shoulder, meeting your gaze.  Just outside the sky was still overcast, but the moon entering umbra cast the earth in a pinkish glow.

Eddie took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Hey,” Eddie said.  “You know I love you, right?”  

You nodded.  “I know.”   

[shiishki]

okay wait, i changed my mind. you should answer all of these questions as well, if that's what you want from me >:)

oof there's a lot of it, that's what i get for wanting to be ✨aesthetic✨

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

vowels (and the importance of being me) - hunny

honeypie - jawny

pretty young thing - michael jackson

mirrors - justin timberlake

sunflower - red orange county

paradise - rude-a

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

a therapist.

ok someone else.. uhh,, my grand grandma because i only have scratches of memories but i dunno if that counts since she passed away...

*rummages through ancient scripts* uhh ok someone who isn't dead.. uhm,, tommie? yeah I'd like to meet them if i could meet anyone on earth

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

ok, the closest german, english or polish book? nvm i have english

"suddenly was. So I just said thank you a few times too, and Mum" ironically this is one of the normal lines in this book

4: What do you think about most?

the fact that I'll have to do something after school. and I don't know if i want to go to college or get a job bc i have no legitimate idea on what to do with my life. it gets overwhelming, just the lack of knowledge about the actual experience.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

Ok

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with, tho i sleep with just shorts in summer

7: What’s your strangest talent?

not sure if it's a talent, but i can fall asleep anywhere

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

girls are pretty. boys are pretty

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

by me, yes. no one else has written a poem about me specifically. nvm, tommie wrote one and it shall rest on my wall, or desk, i need to find a place for it

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

uhh i think last month?

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

i don't think so, but i am hella afraid of the possibly gigantic, terrifying things in the ocean depths that humans haven't discovered yet

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

yep, beloved legos as a lil child

13: What’s your religion?

i can't ever remember the name, but i believe gods (from all religions) exist in some way or form. so i believe in different pantheons and etc.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

walking my doggo, skateboarding, thinking about how to make the lives of my characters worse

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

uhmm the arctic monkeys? or the strokes

17: What was the last lie you told?

i know what i want

18: Do you believe in karma?

yes, the rule of three specifically

19: What does your URL mean?

i don't know. it's something me and my sis came up with and that's just my whole identity now.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

uhh greatest weakness.. i can't finish things. strength is that I'm very stubborn so maybe I'll finish that thing out of spite

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

i grew up thinking crushes were like unicorns. my ex was odd enough to argue with that i didn't love her if i didn't have a crush on her. but I think if i had to guess.. selena gomez, especially in the role of alex russo in wizard of weverly street

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

nope

23: How do you vent your anger?

i write angry letters. sometimes they're sad letters. i write a lot of letters. except i never send them out and no one made a movie about them :}

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

jars and witchy bottles, books? scented candles

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

phone calls are stressful enough as is, i don't need you to see my reading off what i frantically wrote to not stumble over my words

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

i think so, yes, but that won't stop me from becoming better

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

hate flies buzzing right by my ear, love cat purring

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

what if I'd been born in a place where it was illegal for me (nonbinary) to live, in a time when others thought of me as a curse?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

they be chilling.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

right arm, doggo, left arm, pillow

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

fresh air and doggo, because doggo is with me and I can't live without open windows

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

i dunno tbh

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

which one is less homophobic?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

every gender is my opposite gender. selena gomez and justin timberlake

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

to make it easier for people down the line

36: Define Art.

make thing, thing goes woo

37: Do you believe in luck?

yis

38: What’s the weather like right now?

it's nice actually, very sunny, slight breeze

39: What time is it?

12.59 am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

i don't, but i once crashed into a fire department vehicle with my bike. bike ded.

41: What was the last book you read?

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

i legit ass don't know what gasoline smells like.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

many variations of my name, aka. Luce

44: What was the last film you saw?

i think it was Robin Hood: King of Thieves, but it might have been that half of spider-man homecoming i managed to watch with my poor internet

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

oh man i dunno... it's not an injury, but i was very sickly as a lil kid and almost died :)

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

once, years ago

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

hmmm horizon zero dawn i think

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

proud pansexual ^^

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

not really, i don't think they're big enough to be actual rumors,, meh

50: Do you believe in magic?

yis

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

meh. they suck, i know they suck, that's it.

52: What is your astrological sign?

cancer ♋

53: Do you save money or spend it?

i attempt saving. attempt

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

for my own money, sweets. i bought lizards for my cats so they can brush their teeth from my dad's amazon acc

55: Love or lust?

luv

56: In a relationship?

nope, i buy my own cookies

57: How many relationships have you had?

1, kinda toxic toward the end, very stressful, don't recommend

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nu ><

59: Where were you yesterday?

on the fields walking my doggo

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

yep, a pastel pink hoodie in my closet uwu

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

yis, thicc warm socks

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

cuddles and food.

64: Where is your best friend?

bold of you to assume i have a best friend.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

tommie-hildebrandt, kageyuji, nekomas-kuroo, joyful-soul-collector

66: What is your heritage?

I'm a demon boi from Poland tho that's not a thing to be proud of, i mean, look at the economy. awful.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping, trying to sleep.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Pinkton. or Satan.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

this is such an odd combination of words i had to look it up. yea.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

a friend who won't laugh at me when i ask them to order smth for me because I'm too anxious to.

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

excuse me? i am saving the doggo wtf. f u boss, I'm gonna sell my tragic story to the news.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) i tell my parents. b) live the hell out of them uwu c) nope uwu.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

trust.

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

history maker - dean fujioka :]

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

3332

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

communication, trust, some more communication.

77: How can I win your heart?

let's not pretend to be something else to please each other, and bring some bitter chocolate.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

maybe. it could. i don't have a say in it since my sanity is held by tape.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

eat the pizza. stop caring about others not liking me/parts of me. just living for myself uwu.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

uh i dunno how the american sizes work and i don't wanna look it up so, 39, 40 fits too.

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

demon boi

82: What is your favourite word?

socks.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

the bloody organ that sits in your chest and pumps blood into your body so you don't die.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

uhm im not sure if that counts as a saying, but fake it till you make it

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

blinding lights - the weeknd

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

oh a normal question people use for ice breaking, sea blue and pastel variations of it.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

like my wallpaper? or the actual picture that sits on my desk? or how my desk looks like atm? it's ugly, a lot of papers and pens and schoolbooks.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

donald trump. or the next asshole who'll try to take the rights of the lgbt and poc away

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

this. this is the question.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

yo there's a pizza somewhere in the refrigerator, want me to heat it up? we can have a sleep over and talk about our feelings :3

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

telekinesis! or shapeshifting! i could do such fun things with telekinesis ^^ yeah I'd totally eat some radioactive veggies

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

that time my "friends" got me into shoplifting, half-hour is more than enough to punch some sense into my brain and develop good music taste

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

can i save this one? i don't think i have an experience horrible enough to be erased haha

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

sleep as in.. uh no thank u. but I'm down for a sleep over with sam smith ^^

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

just me? what about my pets? my fam? it's lowkey illegal for me to go just anywhere without them owO

uhhmm, greece. imma become part of the greek pantheon out of pure spite. and maybe toronto canada.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not any that i know of o.o

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

i think i may have but i honestly don't remember

98: Ever been on a plane?

nope, i dunno if i like planes, but I'd probably sleep if i were on one.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

yeet.

[incarnateirony]

Belief and Reality

So with a recent shift in my asks -- in lieu of SPN content being widely available -- towards generalized witchery, a conversation that one of my witchy group chats was holding felt worth formalizing and sharing.

Arthur C Clarke was a fiction writer, but one that dreamed of the future and what technologies may come with eerie accuracy. Such a phenomenon in creative minds is not new, and to this day we speak of “Orwellian realities” or some-such almost daily.

He had several points about science against witchery, which modern thinking has tried to divide to the point of nonbelievers aggressively arguing points that witchy-folk blink, and nod along to, because it doesn’t in any way conflict with theirs -- with a wide chasm of understanding of witchery as somehow divided from science.

Clarke’s 3 Laws:

When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.

The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Now if left at this point, this reads as a feeble attempt to say “you can’t say my belief is wrong, neener neeee! All beliefs are equal! The unicorn in my basement says so!”, which is *not* the same. This is just the beginning of the discussion.

Law 3 is going to be the most pivotal here. I have a question folks... what do you think lithium batteries are? Why do you think houses use copper or other metals for their wiring? 

Because... science!

Right, okay, sure. But witches around the world were telling you these things worked for thousands upon thousands of years, to be dismissed as “just witchcraft.” The same goes for medicines, cures, and healing.

Are there parts of “witchcraft” that haven’t been scientifically tested? Absolutely. Are there parts that have? 

"I am sure many of you will be puzzled to know how the study of as morbid, mystical and exotic a subject as witchcraft can contribute to a better understanding of the foundations for the development of science. [...] ...Revolutionary paradigm-switches, analogous to the reorganization of the perceptual field noted by gestalt psychologies, are induced by the accumulation of anomalies, i.e. findings which cannot be reconciled with what may be expected to follow from the prevailing paradigm. New paradigms are sought in order to eliminate these anomalies, and they tend to be espoused by younger scientists less committed to the old styles of thought. One of Kuhn's opponents, Watkins, makes a perhaps distorted but nevertheless expressive contrast of Kuhn's position with Popper's when he affirms that Kuhn's view of the scientific community is of an 'essentially closed society, intermittently shaken by collective nervous breakdowns followed by restored mental unison', whereas Popper's view is 'that the scientific community ought to be, and to a considerable degree actually is, an open society in which no theory, however dominant and successful . . . is ever sacred' (Lakatos and Musgrave 1970: 26)"

--Witchcraft and the Epistemology of Science --M. G. Marwick Science and Public Policy, Volume 1, Issue 11, November 1974

These are things we all know and understand. Science is a changing field. Not so long in the collective scale of humanity, it was Stupid Witchcraft to have understood how gravity works, or that the world orbits around the sun and not the other way around, and yet for the love of all things holy, “witches” had been waving their arms for centuries telling you this.

Witches* built ancient batteries. Witches built ancient computers. Witches built starmaps centuries ahead of their time. Witches made ancient medicine. Witches did a whole bunch of shit.

*I am using “witches” as a general statement here as “practitioners of various forms of magic as was appropriate to their culture.”

Witches told of the principles of stones and crystals and all sorts of inorganic things long before someone else “okayed” it by having what was considered a Sufficiently Peer Reviewed(TM) Inorganic Chemistry Class teaching Crystalline Structure and Vibration Frequencies, which is then A-OK Atheist-Scientist-Approved!

Do you use a cell phone? 

Congratulations, you’re a fucking wizard, Harry. 

It’s a giant conduit of crystal cores and metallic wiring and stuff pulled out of the ground to retain a bunch of energy and even generate it to catch invisible waves of communication that can’t be heard until translated through the right device.

Sounds mystical and witchy as fuck when you put it like that, huh.

But “witches” have been telling you all about these things for thousands of years only for a “scientist” at the age, who would rather argue against it than test it to build a wall until there is enough pressure from a community to test it over and over again.

We have people dead-ass testing, scientifically, if the universe is conscious and debating what is considered consciousness from something in a scale that we can’t communicate with, but at what point to consider our limitations as just-that rather than demanding everything be limited to our communications.

“Traditionally, scientists have been stalwart materialists. But doing so has caused them to slam up against the limitations of materialism. Consider the chasm between relativity and quantum mechanics, or Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, and you quickly start to recognize these incongruities.” -- PHILIP PERRY

THE UNIVERSE MAY BE CONSCIOUS, SAY PROMINENT SCIENTISTS” AT BIGTHINK, JUNE 25, 2017

Does that mean every idea made by every baby witch mindlessly regurgitating something they found on witchtok is accurate? Of fucking course not. Not any more than any random joe blow on twitter is a science wizard because he successfully passed highschool science classes. Neither know everything. The best, most famous scientists will tell you that they still know very little. The art is literally about experimenting and testing in things that you are uncertain about, and those who fail to consider, experiment and test are failing at the art.

So sure. Some things have been tested. Others haven’t, or at least not to a standard people trust yet. Nobody is saying you have to believe in all of the things, either. But the defacto division of “well there’s magic and then there’s science” as a hard cleaver dividing them is in direct opposition to what magic actually functions on.

Chemistry birthed out of alchemy. Medicine birthed out of herbalism. Conductive metals were in use by practitioners long before anybody ever flipped on a light bulb and rediscovered how to make batteries thousands of years later before deciding we were modernly smart as fuck. I find it wild that the same crowd that screams how much better natural marijuana is than overprocessed medicine has a segment of people that turn around and yell about how stupid and primitive other herbal uses are, then like go to an oxygen bar to use aromatherapy for happy smells to fix their mood or some shit.

So this is the issue I have whenever I hear someone break out “but SCIENCE!”-- hasn’t disproven anything. Science has actually proven, and even chosen to utilize, great portions of it. Science just hasn’t sufficiently tested everything, and if you don’t want to believe until it’s tested, that’s fine, but that’s the line between agnosticism and atheism; the line between not believing until you can study versus assuming nobody in the world has any form of experience or study that is valid simply because you don’t.

And it’s a very loud line.

[holylulusworld]

Chained Hearts - Part 5 - FIN

Summary: The world ended and only two camps with people survived in this desolated world. Kidnapping the leader’s daughter of the other camp believes he can make a good deal. But deals aren’t always that easy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Chuck, Crowley, three well-known guys

Warnings: angst, characters death, blood, soul consumption, fighting, violence, language, witch!reader, possible S15 spoilers???

Chained Hearts Masterlist

 “Come and get me!” You yell as the Winchesters and Castiel follow you into the battle…

It doesn’t take the enemies long to surround you once again. There are too many and you slowly but steadily get angry.

“Fuck off! I got better things to do. I’m back in town and want to nail my boyfriend!” You curse.

“Can you concentrate on fighting?” Sam mutters wielding a branch in front of him. It’s a pitiful weapon but so far you didn’t make it to the Impala.

“Shut your cakehole, Sammy. Now I’m going to toast these assholes and later I’ll ride Dean till he can’t take it any longer.” You squeal concentrating on combining Amara’s powers with a fire spell. “Ready if you are zombie assholes.”

Darkness bursts out of your body to meet a powerful cloud of fire. Using all your strength to control the cloud you throw it at the undead enemies. Burning their bodies.

“Nice trick.” Dean pants glancing at more enemies farther away. “We should get the fuck out of here. We need to reach the bunker.”

“Great. We need to find Chuck and kill this asshole…”

“I never thought I would say this but let’s find a way to kill god…” Castiel sighs running toward the Impala.

“I hope Jack is still alive. We spend quite some time in Pleasantville.” Dean curses entering the Impala.

----

Driving along the streets you can see burning houses, abandoned cars and blood splattered all over the cars…houses…everywhere. “He did a great job in such a short amount of time.” Your eyes search for any sign of enemies as you feel a strange sensation.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?” Castiel asks getting the same feeling. “He’s close…”

“He?” Sam’s eyes meet yours as he let your words sink in. “Chuck…god…or however you want to call this asshole, Sammy. He’s calling for me, or rather he’s sensing his sister's powers. God is drawn to me.”

“Great. How can a man compare with god?” Dean snickers as you toss your shoe at Dean who loses control over his car for a moment. “Damnit, Y/N.”

“Park over there. I’ll talk to him. Maybe he will stop this insanity.”

“No way. What if he kills you, Y/N?”

“Dean, I don’t think he can kill Y/N. Why keeping her hostage in this fantasy instead of killing her?” Sam hopes he is right, if Chuck kills you, all hope is lost.

“He’s scared, Sammy. Zachariah was right. This was the only way to stop me to gather enough power to kill him.”

Dean’s eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror. His forehead crinkles, not liking what you tried to tell him.

“The darkness, she’s consuming the rotten souls. The more I kill, the stronger I’ll become. Amara almost killed Chuck back then, I think her powers are the only weapon against him. We need to end this fast. If every enemy you, Sammy and I along with Castiel ever killed is back, we are in trouble…”

----

You find your way toward Chuck. He’s sitting onto a bench, watching some birds fighting over a bloody piece of bread.

“Evolution…” God chuckles. “They are more into the blood than the bread by now.”

“Nice. You created a killer Tweety Bird. What do you want?” Your eyes narrow as he gets up, holding out his hand.

“Come with me. I’ll create a new world. I could need your help. Light and Darkness, together as it should’ve been…” Chuck is giving you are a charming smile, waiting for you to cave in.

“Light?” Huffing you look around. “The world you created looks like we are in a bad horror movie, there is no light in you. Amara carried more light than you ever could. We know by now; you are the villain in this story.” Turning to leave you feel a hand touching your shoulder.

Your eyes darken, power radiates through your body as you use Amara’s powers to slam Chuck into a tree. He needs a moment to get up, his forehead is bleeding. Stunned Chuck touches the wound, surprised to see his fingers covered in blood. He’s clapping his hands, smirking. “A worthy enemy, I guess. My sister made you a wonderful gift, but it won’t save this world. They are back, all of them.” Now Chuck's features darken. “All of them…” He repeats and a cold shiver runs down your spine.

“Well…this means our allies too?” You ask nonchalantly as Chuck’s features go slack. “Awe…did you forget we had friends, powerful friends? Hmm…let’s see. If Crowley is back, Jack and all others, we are going to roast your ass, Chuckie boy. See ya later. I need to rail my boyfriend first.”

----

“Shit, you are exhausted,” Dean mutters carrying you toward the bunker. “I fought with God himself, stop nagging. At least we know I can hurt him. God was bleeding after my attack.”

“I’m not amused at all…” Crowley mutters standing outside of the bunker, soaked from head to toe. “I was killing some monsters in purgatory, ended up in a lake but here I am - waiting for Moose and Squirrel once again. Uh…little Witchy is back too.” The demon snickers giving you a wink.

“You’re back, Crowley?” Castiel eyes the demon suspiciously, poking his arm with a finger.

“As good as new. Well, I’m not the only one. Shall we go in and meet up with the others? Don’t be afraid. We are all pissed and ready to rip Chuck apart. Alone we have no chance, united we need to stand.” Crowley snickers walking toward the bunker.

“I hate him…” Dean groans.

“Dean, he’s right. I was able to hurt Chuck, but I need more souls.”

----

“Holy fuck!” Dean curses looking into a familiar face. There’s a doubleganger or rather two of him standing in the room. The demon he once turned into and the archangel using him as a suit.

“How?” Gasping you move around the duplicates of your boyfriend. “Why are you in this form?”

“May I answer this question?” Another familiar face enters the room. White suit fitting him perfectly Sam smirks at you. “He brought us back in this from to confuse you.”

“Awesome.” Dean deadpans glancing at the demon watching you with darkened eyes. “I loved the way you screamed my name…”

“Dude, focus.” You clap your hands, glaring at the familiar faces. “I can defeat Chuck, but this victory will come with a price.”

“Name your price.” Michael rumbles. “I need your souls. I need to consume them to strength Amara’s powers. Two archangels, a knight of hell and Crowley should be enough.”

“Oh-come on! I just came back from the dead. Not fair.” Crowley curses. “Fine, I’ll volunteer. Eat me, little Witchy.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to outnumber father instead of consuming our souls?” Michael asks glancing at his brother. “To let you take over the world?” Lucifer snickers.

“Guys make your decision. Yes or no. If you are not here to help, get the fuck out!” You warn ready to attack the archangels.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Lucifer’s answer surprises you but Sam is not sure this is a selfless decision. “What if he takes over control, Y/N? I don’t like the idea at all.”

“Sam, relax. He can’t take over control, I made sure of it by sealing my soul. None of the consumed souls can get close…”

“Let’s begin then…” Michael’s eyes flash blue, giving you a dark grin. “I’d like to rip daddy apart using this nice body. What a pity you were dead while I was inside of my favorite suit…”

----

Michael’s lips press against yours as you open your mouth starting to consume his soul like Amara would've done. His whole being starts floating your body and for a moment you fear he could be too strong but then his powers radiate through your body and your eyes flash blue before Michael’s body turns into dust.

“That was creepy watching you kissing the enemy.” Dean shudders as Lucifer strides toward you. He’s more demanding as his lips claim yours, snaking his or rather Sam’s tongue into your mouth.

“You know…Sammy always had a thing for you. I can see why.” Lucifer’s is harder to consume. His soul is dark, sinister but deep-down hidden underneath distress and darkness there is a tiny piece of light.

Power is radiating through your body as Lucifer’s body turns into dust like Michael’s before. “My turn I guess…” Crowley chuckles licking his lips.

“Wait!” You hold out your hand, shaking your head. “The demon over there first, Crowley…”

“Bloody hell! First two archangels and now this knight of hell guy?”

“She likes real men, little boy…” Demon!Dean snickers walking toward you. His hands pick you up, slamming your body into the wall as he devours your mouth. You enjoy the feeling a bit longer before you grab his hair to consume his dark soul.

“That’s even more disturbing…” Dean shudders as his demonic self disappears.

“Finally, my turn,” Crowley states.

“Nope, Crowley. We need you here, alive and nagging.” You chuckle as his jaw drops.

“You changed your mind?”

“No. I just needed to make sure they believe I need them all. I never planned on consuming Crowley. Sorry, pal. You’ll stay alive a bit longer…”

----

“It took you a while to come here, Y/N…” Chuck is standing on the same field you remember from the day Sam jumped into the pit. A self-satisfied grin plastered all over his face he looks at you.

“Needed to fuck the life out of Dean first.” You retort. “Now…shall we end this?”

“I’ll end it now. One snap and you are gone.”

His index and middle finger meet his thumb before he snaps them but nothing happens. Only a high-pitched giggle leaves your lips.

You walk toward Chuck, circling the man like your prey, scenting his fear. He can sense all the souls inside of you, even Michael and Lucifer.

“Bringing them all back was a mistake.” You mock. “You never imagined we could collaborate to kill you?”

“What will you do without me?” He gasps as you poke a finger into his arm. “The same things we did before you came back from your ‘vacation’ to ruin our day. Now turn everything back to normal, undo all of this or…” Your eyes meet Chucks as you lick your lips. “I’ll rip you apart with pleasure.”

“I can’t undo it. I don’t have the powers…” Chuck smirks, lying straight to your face. “…or rather I don’t want to do it…”

“What a pity…” You mirror his action. Pressing your fingers to your thumb, smiling. “...I liked this shirt, shame to ruin it with your blood.” You chuckle before you snap your fingers…

THE END...

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Where the Water Tastes like Wine Pt. 3 OC x Valerius series

Part One, Part Two (Lemon), Part 4, Part Five

Valerius paced back and forth in his study, occasionally looking up at the clock, enraged.  

It had been two hours since he had sent his servant for the witch and she had not appeared. He was not going to go without his noontime glass.

 “BOY!” he barked. Within moments the young servant with black hair and pale green eyes appeared.

 “Where is the witch?” He demanded. “It’s been several hours.”

“Yes S-sir.” the boy stammered. “I went to her rooms to fetch her, and she said she would be along shortly.”

“YOu told me that an hour ago fool,” Valerius aimed his words  at the like daggers.

“S-Sir, I did, Sir...forgive me...I…” the boy whimpered

“Spit it out!” Valeried snapped.

“I went back to get her sir, I said it was urgent. She just waved me away and said she would come, that she was busy with more pressing matters.” he quivered, eyes not daring to look up from the ground.

 Valerius felt his jaw clench, and bawled his fist. She was what? He seethed. What business could have pressed her more than a summons from Vesuvia’s Consul? Nothing that’s what, he answered his own question. She was just making him wait. Making him suffer.

“You bring her here,” he said through clenched teeth, “Now.”

 The boy ran out of the room, too frightened to bow before exiting.

To the Consul’s relief, the boy came back a quarter of an hour later, exhausted and out of breath. Valerius was pleased.

“Announcing Fury, palace magician, my lord,” the boy said through ragged breaths.

When Fury entered, he waved the boy away. The boy bowed and left quickly, happy to escape the ire of his master.

Valerius stared at her in silence, watching her shift uncomfortably under his gaze. Good, he thought. She was nervous. She should be for making someone of his standing wait. The nerve.

 She was wearing a sapphire blue dress of the finest silk, long sleeves, with a plunging neckline showcasing a gold necklace with a raw emerald that dangled between her almond brown chest. Her dark coils hung around her like a halo, a gold band keeping them from falling to her face. 

 Though her gaze was penetrating and intelligent, Valerius couldn’t figure why everyone at the palace had become so taken with her. She was plump and curvy, and he took note of her hands tugging nervously at where her dress hugged her hips and thick thighs. 

What was it about her that interested him so? She had a strange sort of beauty, and he admitted that he found her attractive. But he had lovers who surpassed her. If he really thought about it, perhaps there was nothing to her. Afterall, she was just the apprentice of that Harbor Rat Magician, he shouldn’t even find her remotely appealing. 

But he did. Even with her cheek. Especially because of it. 

He turned his expression away in boredom.

"You wished to see me Consul? The apprentice asked, apparently annoyed at the prolonged silence. 

“Is it some witchy custom to keep their betters waiting, or is that just your usual impertinent behavior?” Valerius droned.

“I’m investigating the Count’s Murder,” she said curtly. “Unless you have any additional evidence, anything else is secondary. Wouldn’t you agree Consul?”

Damn her, Valerius swore. He kept his features cool and even, steepling his fingers and reclining into his chair. “Apologies, Magician. Given your qualifications and experience in such matters, I had forgotten Nadia had appointed you as investigator for our beloved Count.”

 Fury ignored his remark and asked, “Was there something I could help you with?”

 "Yes,” valerius answered, pulling a glass of wine from seemingly out of nowhere. 

"Fix this." He commands placing his wine glass on the table and sweeping his had across it with a flourish. 

 Fury gave a sly smile. "If the Consul wishes to have more wine, I'm sure a servant would be better suited to assist you." 

"Don't mock me, witch!" Valerius snapped. "You know what you've done, and you will undo it immediately!" 

 Fury straightened and held up her forefinger. "First of all," she began, " I'm not a witch, as I've already told you." 

 She took a few steps towards him, eyes cool and dark. "Perhaps the Consul has forgotten so I'll say it clearly. I'm a magician. Ma-GI-cian," She clapped her hands assertively, emphasizing the syllables. "My powers reach far beyond that of some common witch," she explained," If I were a witch I’d turn you into the ass you  are and not-" 

"Not resort to childish antics as cursing my wine to taste like water?" Valerius quipped. 

"I was about to say not deal with your condescending bullshit." Fury countered, hands on her wide hips. 

"Watch your tongue," Valerius snarled. How dare she take that tone with him.

 "I thought you were doing that already, Consul." She shot teased, smirking when she saw Valerius’ cheeks flush pink, eyes shifting away from her. Embarrassment was an emotion he rarely felt, but one he dealt out gratuitously.

 Valerius changed the subject, quickly. He wasn't going to let that tricky little witch distract him. He put on his customary sneer, "SO you admit that pathetic little display of yours was meant to curse me." 

 She scoffed, waving her hand as if swatting a fly. "I didn't say that. What I am saying is that I'm in no inclination or obligation to assist you.That 'pathetic little display', as you put it, was meant to make sure you didn't break eye contact while I was working my magic, and it worked." She said smiling." You couldn't look away, could you Consul?" 

 Valerius furrowed his brow. He couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused. She was making a fool of him and she knew it, and he had no recourse. 

 He straightened himself, and rose from his desk stepping coolly towards Fury."As the palace magician-" 

 "As the palace magician I've done nothing but been ridiculed or undermined by you, Valerius. You've made a point of trying to belittle my decisions and recommendations to the Countess from day one. You make snide remarks at court about my hair or my dress. You seem to relish making my place here difficult. Yet despite all that, I've managed to do my job. And  I do not have time to waste dealing with your problems." Fury was not having it today.

“A problem you caused!” Valerius hissed, pointing his finger accusingly at the magician.

 “No, Consul,” Fury said softly but strongly, “A problem you caused the moment you decided to insult me in front of the entire court.” 

Valerius stared at her for a moment, not sure what to do or say next. They stood together in silence, neither of them moving, neither giving way until Valerius watched the magician approached his desk and come upon the wine glass.

“You’ve decided to remove your curse, witch?” he sneered.

“You’ve decided to apologize?” she quipped.

Valerius laughed at the thought. “For what reason? You’ve had your fun and gotten your revenge. It’s not necessary.” he said sighing. He hoped his show of indifference hadn’t enraged her enough to change her mind.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She said cooly, keeping her eyes away from his.

 The apprentice took Valerius' glass and pressed it to her lips taking a small sip.  

"Tastes fine to me," She shrugged. 

 "I know it does damn it!" He snarled," Don't play games. You cursed me. Not the wine. It only tastes like water to me."   

Fury sighed,"It's all about you isn't it. Your position, your status, your wine. You didn't  even bother to ask me what I want." 

“I don’t give a damn about what you want, witch.” he cursed, infuriated. “ As Consul of Vesuvia I order you to remove the spell, or I’ll have you arrested.”

Fury laughed. Whether she was being haughty or was actually nervous, Valerius couldn’t tell.

“I’ve already told you. You have the ability to break it yourself. There was no need to send that poor boy to come drag me from my work.”

“Exactly how could I have done that? I’m no witch.” he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, trying to stave off a building headache. When he opened them he could have sworn a look of concern had crossed Fury’s face that passed as quickly as he caught it.

“Surely you know your Latin, finely educated as you are. And as I’ve said the problem is your answer.Or rather the answer is the problem.” She sighed stepping closer to him. So close to him that  Valerius could smell the same scent that reminded him of a field of oats bathed in sunlight. It was almost calming, enticing. He could picture himself walking among billowing stalks of grain, like the ones bordering his vineyard.

He was finding it hard to be angry with her now. “Help me please.” he looked into her eyes, and stuck him arm out to her, “There’s no need for this to go any further. Remove the curse, and apologize, and I’ll forget the whole thing.”

If it wasn’t for his last words, she might have given him the answer. She was actually hoping he wasn’t as actually as bad as she thought. First impressions are often wrong but...Apologize? He expected her to apologize? Absolutely not. He had humiliated her, and hadn’t even given it a second thought. The whole point of this was to make him respect her, to let him know that while she might be quiet and kind, that didn’t make her an easy target for his japes. 

“I can’t help you,” she answered quickly, “It’s within your own power to resolve, I’ve given you the answer.” She turned away. “If you’ll excuse me I need to use the library.” she said over her shoulder as she walked briskly towards the door.

Valerius was livid.  “Don’t you walk away from me, witch!” He bellowed,“You were not excused! COme back at -” 

The only sound he heard was the sound of the large oak doors closing behind her. 

He would have considered going after her if it wasn’t for his pride. He resolved to break her curse, he wasn’t going to beg. 

But he’d make it his business to bring the witch the witch to her knees.

No one walked away from him.

I knew this took awhile, but I’ve had some other ideas, and other wips, and I’ll be finishing the next part by this weekend. Probably the next one will have some fluff/smut. IDK where Fury is going with this. Honestly, I don’t think she does either. Also I’m trying to learn how to draw so I can show her to you all. Thanks! 😃

[thethirdencore]

Eagles and Jimmy Buffett in Minneapolis, June 30, 2018

Here's my complete review of the Eagles concert at Target Field in Minneapolis, MN.

Now that I've gotten my thoughts together about Saturday's Eagles concert in Minneapolis, it's time to post about it!

First off, I want to mention that the venue of Target Field was... hectic, to say the least. There was seemingly one entrance to the whole stadium where everyone had to file through and go through bag checks and metal detectors. Apparently there were over 42,000 people at the show, so you can imagine the pace of just getting through the line to go in!

It was incredibly hot, surprisingly, for a Minnesotan summer day. Jimmy Buffett even called it "tropical." It would have been considered uncomfortable and almost unbearable if the anticipation of seeing the Eagles play hadn't set in. But, Jimmy Buffett came first as an opening act, and thankfully arrived promptly to the stage right at 7.

I'm no "Parrothead," but I found Jimmy and his Coral Reefer Band's set to be enjoyable. He played all of his recognizable hits, like "Cheeseburger in Paradise," "Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes," "Come Monday," and "Margaritaville." He also played "Knee Deep" and "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere," songs that were originally recorded with Zac Brown and Alan Jackson, respectively. I was also impressed with his cover of Crosby Stills and Nash's "Southern Cross," a crowd-pleaser that brought everyone together to sing along to the chorus, as well as Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl." He also included the live rarity "Gypsies in the Palace," which he attributed beforehand as a co-write with his late friend and former neighbor, Glenn Frey.

Walking around the stadium and seeing the droves of fans, I found it striking that so many of them had on Margaritaville t-shirts and parrot hats. One guy seated in my section was swinging his hips to "Fins" wearing a belly-baring tube top, a skirt, and a hat piled high with an assortment of fruits. He looked like the mascot for Chiquita bananas!

After reading the review of the show in the Pioneer Press, I was surprised that the reviewer called Jimmy's music "terrible." Are his lyrics filled with deep meaning? For the most part, no. But his music is something enjoyable that you can get up and sing along to. It's also the first show I've seen where the crowd bops beach balls back and forth throughout the whole stadium. Something about that was oddly appealing to me, even though I got hit in the face with an errant ball not just once, but twice. 😂 His set just gave off a chill, easygoing vibe that I think set up the Eagles show pretty well. And I'm sure Jimmy doesn't care one bit that the Pioneer Press called his music terrible... I'm sure he's laughing all the way to the bank, considering he's got a successful Broadway musical to his name, as well as Margaritaville retirement communities and his own Land Shark Lager beer.

FUN FACT: According to the Wikipedia article on "Parrotheads," Timothy B. Schmit was the one to coin the term during his tenure with the Coral Reefer Band.

Now, onto the Eagles set. They opened the show promptly at 9 PM with "Seven Bridges Road," which I thought was a great song for an opener; it was a song that I thought should have been in the set list for the History of the Eagles tour. The three remaining Eagles' voices meshed with new voices Vince Gill and Deacon Frey perfectly, and it shows that they've really been working at perfecting the harmonies in this new phase of the band. The second song was "Take It Easy," which introduced Deacon Frey on lead vocals. Later when Don introduced Deacon to the crowd, he said, "We are particularly delighted, our hearts are full, and we are grateful to have Glenn's son Deacon up here with us." The crowd erupted into applause as Deacon emerged into the spotlight to soak it all in for a few seconds, wearing a Minnesota Twins jersey with "Frey" emblazoned on the back. As the applause died down, Deacon thanked the crowd and went on to say that he had spent some time in Minnesota before, saying, "My dad used to take me fishing in Brainerd." Some can recall that Glenn played a concert with Deacon in Brainerd in 2008 at the Manhattan Beach Lodge. It was probably one of the first, if not the first time that Deacon took the stage with his dad publicly. Fast forward ten years, and that young man's playing in front of 42,000 people at Target Field! I'm sure Glenn would be so proud of how cool, calm, and collected Deacon is onstage! He delivered solid performances on "Already Gone" and "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I honestly believe that he's perfectly capable of handling more of Glenn's songs in concert.

The third song was "One of These Nights," and I was honestly in awe that Don Henley could still hit those high notes almost spot-on, after all these years! Next up was "Take It To The Limit," which introduced Vince Gill on lead vocals, and, in my opinion, it was perfection. He seemed to hit all the high notes just right, and I would venture to say that it's the best I've seen the song performed since Randy Meisner sang lead vocals on it in the 70s.

Can we just talk about how great Vince Gill is for a second? Not only does the guy have the voice of an angel (seriously, look up his solo work if you aren't familiar with it), but he can keep up and hold his own playing guitar licks, too! I'm thrilled that he's playing with the Eagles now, because I've been a fan of his for a long time. His backing vocals add something special to the mix, too, especially on songs like "I Can't Tell You Why," where he's singing harmony to Timothy's lead vocals. Vince recorded his own version of "I Can't Tell You Why" for the Common Thread album of Eagles covers, and that's a great listen, too!

Some reviewers have said that Timothy's voice sounds "rougher" than it used to, but in my opinion, it still sounds really good. As I said before, Vince and Timothy's voices compliment each other well, and Timothy gave great performances of "I Can't Tell You Why" and "Love Will Keep Us Alive."

I was pleasantly surprised to hear a track from Long Road Out of Eden played at this show, with Deacon and Don trading lead vocal duties on "How Long." I actually captured a video of the full song, so I'll post that soon. It also shocked me that Don didn't sing as many songs as he used to during this tour, but instead chose to stay in the background, playing drums. I suppose this is all by design, to get the audience acquainted to the new faces in the band, but I still missed hearing him sing songs like "The Long Run" and "Victim of Love." Still, his live renditions of "Witchy Woman," "Life in the Fast Lane," and "Those Shoes" can't be beat!

Another welcomed surprise was the addition of a Vince Gill solo song to the mix, "Don't Let Our Love Start Slippin' Away." Vince traded a few guitar licks with Joe Walsh and Steuart Smith, and the audience ate it up. I heard a guy in the stands behind me yell, "Atta boy, Vince!" Atta boy, indeed.

Speaking of guitar riffs, I should mention that this latest incarnation of the band has not just one or two, but THREE skilled guitar players between Joe, Vince, and Steuart. I have no other words to describe Joe's playing on Saturday except that he kicked ass! In my opinion, he's got to be one of the greatest guitar players of all time, and it still shows to this day when he just blows everyone away with his guitar licks. From "Funk #49" to "Rocky Mountain Way," Joe had the audience up and energized!

Just to mention a few random tidbits:

•Don began the show by saying, "We are gonna play about two and a half hours of music for you... because we can!" 👏 👏 👏 I was so relieved to hear that the Eagles are still a band that plays 25 awesome songs every night!

•The horn section is back in action! They played a big part in the performance of "Funk #49" and the instrumental horn introduction to "Hotel California."

•Since I mentioned "Hotel California," I'll mention that NOTHING beats the sound of 42,000 people singing right along with Don, and the rhythm of that fantastic guitar duel between Joe and Steuart... absolutely nothing!

•The screen graphics for this tour are pretty cool. Songs that had graphics that stood out to me were "Witchy Woman" and "Hotel California." Both gave off a creepy-in-a-good-way vibe, with "Witchy Woman" panning past scraggly-looking trees and barbed wire fences in a night lit by a full moon, and "Hotel California" passing through the empty, tiled corridors of the mysterious hotel. My description doesn't do it justice... just go see a show to see it in person!

•A photo of Glenn was projected on the screen at the end of "Peaceful Easy Feeling," and I came close to crying. Not out of sadness, totally, but for the fact that Deacon was up on stage, doing such a great job of keeping his dad's legacy alive.

•The main difference I noticed between this show and the one I had seen when Glenn was alive was how much I missed Glenn's jokes. Now the joking is almost solely Joe's thing, and I miss hearing, "This was written for my first wife, Plaintiff," before "Lyin' Eyes," among other things.

•I also miss Glenn's band intros. We all know that Glenn was an illustrious master of ceremonies at Eagles shows, and he always took the time to introduce each and every member of the band, along with where they were from.

All things considered, the Eagles still know how to put on a good show, even without Glenn. Moving forward with Deacon and Vince singing Glenn's songs is keeping his legacy alive for future generations of Eagles fans. And while things will never be quite the same without Glenn, I'm sure glad that these guys chose to continue playing together, "because (they) can," and I can't wait to attend another show!

[kalcpsics]

GUYS . i’m a mess . this summer class combo’d w my work drama to kick . my . ass . i’m taking the final tomorrow , so i’ll finally be able to be around a little more before fall semester starts . that being said , even though i’m . . in the process . of typing out full bios for my characters , i may have . . . accidentally , caught muse for a few other characters . i wanted to post a little introduction for them and if anyone sees a connection for one of them hit me up ? b/c i might not take ALL of them up right now lmao . some of them are longer than others but i can promise you that ALL of them are a full on messes . 

INSPO : eve rosier . pansy parkinson .  + octavia park was raised in salem , ma. with her mom and two sisters . being the middle sister she sort of became obsessed with the idea of finding herself from an early age . she wanted to set herself apart from her sisters , and after a school field trip to a ‘ haunted mansion ’ on halloween , she found it ! she loved horror , the idea of paranormal activity & magical things . she started learning more from a local lady who taught her how to read tarot hards & become ‘ in tune ’ .  (  even though it was a journey she had to take alone  )  . being raised there she easily fell into the witchy side of salem & as she grew older , she became more sure of herself . 

despite all that , she’s still very outgoing & will chat anyone’s ear off given a chance . she’s also really into a sarcastic back & forth and maay take it too far every once in a while . being that she wanted to do something with horror , she started to explore different things . she joined her theater department at school & eventually discovered that she liked doing special effects makeup ! she started to invest a lot of time into it but her school plays didn’t really need gory makeup & everything else seemed boring to her . so , she packed her bags & moved to LA . she has a few friends who live in cali who have some connections with jobs . so , right now she’s mostly reling on freelancing until she can get hiried on a set or more solid .  she still reads tarot cards when she’s worried / in need of guidence & totally at every family gathering . give me her roommate who had to walk in to a horror movie scene everytime she was practicing on herself / others . (  wc  )

when she was in middle school she started dying her hair & she still gets bored every once in a while and dyes it again . when she moved out of salem , especially , she began to turn her wardrobe towards the gothic side . she admitted , it’s probably her way of coping with leaving her town , but she likes it & who’s going to say something ? !

INSPO : jessica day , princess belle .  + seo-hyeon ‘sunny’ rhee moved to kola three years ago . previously , she’d lived in brooklyn with her parents where they owned a small cafe (  think . ‘ house of small wonders ’ AKJSDFSD . )  in the lower east side ! their shop had always done well for itself , even if sunny had to spend most of her freetimes working / reading . but it wasn’t until they were featured on someones youtube channel ( if your muse has a travel / food youtube channel or even a popular blog ? hmu ! ) that they began to get really popular . they were featured on a few magazines & then one day , her father won the lottery . it was amazing . her father was able to get rid of the best that he had from the house & he even had his brother move to new york to help him run things . her father spoke to her about investing money in a second cafe . as her parents were growing older , the cold winters in new york weren’t doing them any favors . & they’d heard about kola before from one of their cousins who lives there ( wc ! )  . so , he asked her to go scout out a new location for a new cafe , she wasn’t opposed . she would go to the east coast , somewhere a little part of her always wanted to see , find the location , set everything up & go back to manage the new york location while her parents came to kola . it seemed simple , & thankfully , her best friend ( wc ! ) contantly comes and visits from new york and she’s been known to fly off any time she can , so she didn’t have too much time to miss home . & she’s always in new york for the holidays ! 

at first , she thought she would only be in kola for a year , at most , but finding a place that was perfect was hard . she’d even spent a full two months touring places just in la before turning her search back to kola . but she couldn’t find the perfect place . if the inside was beautiful , it didn’t have enough windows . she’d found one place that had good location , but the last tenants treated the place badly , the floors would have to be completely re done , the electrical wiring had to be checked , and she REALLY didn’t want to stay away from home that long .  it wasn’t until the year was almost up that she was resigned that she would just have to take the place in kola that she’d found & renovate it completely . ( i’d love to see the carpenter & interior designer she’d working with ! maybe some sort of brotp ? ! ) 

BUT  it also gave her the opportunity to build the place from top to bottom , & that was going to take time . so she rented the place just about the shop & got to work . now she’s ( finally ! ) starting to go through the process of buying decor & finding local sources for the pastries . ( anyone have a baker muse ? ! ) . she’s still as obsessed with reading as she was when she was in new york , & she’d still very much a wallflower , but she’d just really kind , and wants the best for people . 

INSPO ; emmett cullen . monty green . + jun jin kim , or JIN , has lived in kola for most of his life with his father . played a lot of sports in school & fell into the popular crowd . he can sometimes be on the butt end of the joke because he can be sort of daft .  while he was in high school he eneded up being captain of the soccer team & got a scholarship because of it . (  thank god tbh because his grades weren’t going to get him there . ) while he was in college , he met the girl of his dreams . & basically became the Biggest Dork over her , (  in his defense , he already was a big dummy so it wasn’t that far off .  ) probably asked her out every five minutes / complimented her . unfotunatly , his mom has been sick & hasn’t been able to come to kola in over 8 years , whcih is really taxing on jin . his siter is over there taking care of her and even though he saw her two years ago , he just really misses his family but still has to build his life in kola . he’d been working as a bank investor may / may not be planning on proposing soon . ( his gf is a wc hmtfu ! ) . 

INSPO : sirius black . jess mariano . dong - min kim moved to seattle when he was 8 and then to kola when he was 14 . it took a full two minutes of being at his new american school to drop his first name from dong - min to just MIN . & he gladly threatened anyone who tried to call him dong after realizing what it meant in english . was that kid obsessed with dragons & drew all over his notebook while he was supposed to be taking notes . 

by elementary school , he’d decided that he wanted to draw comic books & all that was left was to do it . by the time high school came around he met his best friend ( wc ) & he couldn’t have been happier . except . . his parent’s didn’t approve of him . he’d always been too curious as a child & when he started getting detentions , they didn’t know what to do with him . they grounded him , of course , but it didn’t stop him . so he was the Worst and hardly passed .    (    really , the only reason he ever did pass was because of his partner . or paying someone to do the work .  ) 

once he was out of high school , where he streaked at graduation after the principal called his full name , dong min kim , (  it was the only possible way he felt he could respond  . especially since they couldn’t do much about it now , could they ?  ) he tried working with someone else for a comic book and hated it . there was no freedom to it and the storyline was already set . so , one day , while he’d sitting getting his second tattoo that month ( that he ! drew ! himself !  ) & realized that he could definitely love to tattoo for a living . his mom was even less of a fan of this job than she was of the last . the strain on their relationship was heavy and at some point , min decided that he really didn’t need to come home expect for the holidays , despite only living an hour away from them . if he ever wants to pick up a few bucks , he usually works at a dive-y rock bar at night . he hardly does this anymore , but from his time there  he has a few friends ( wc ) that have been coming around for a while and made a ‘clique’ with . 

INSPO : kol mikealson . james potter . the scorpion album ( cough , sandra’s rose , cough )  . + marcus sok moved from chicago to kola five years ago to attend college . he didn’t expect to leave for college that far , but after a push of encouragment from his mother , he left his family and went over there . ( which , for him , was a pretty big deal since he didn’t think he’d ever leave chicago . )  ever since he was a child he was very sure of himself , of his decsions . it was something that got him into a lot of trouble growing up but he was so set in his ways that he really didn’t care about what they thought . all he could think about what the ‘ bigger picture ’ . 

when he moved to kola , all he saw was oppurtunity . if he was going to be spending this time away from a family that desperately needed him , he was going to make it worth his time . so , he studied , did more than his fair share of partying , and during his junior year he KICKED ass in an internship he worked his ass off to get . working with a marketing team for a new ( totally hipster ) company , he had about a million ideas . working with another one of the interns ( wc ) , they came up with an idea that put the company over the top , rapidy gaining popularity . 

being the loud mouth entrepenour that he is , marcus went ahead and boasted about it on instagram , and some of the attention shifted to him where he gained a pretty large amount of instagram followers . so , it might have given his ego and extra boost and enflated his head JUST a little bigger than it already was , but he’s also just , genuinely happy , so it’s hard to be mad at him for it . now , he works full time for the same company , by a MIRACLE . (  trust me , he knows it’s a miracle and he doesn’t let anyone forget that he’s so lucky to be where he is bc he’s just happy that his fam is in a stable place for once JFHAKSKD.  ) lives in kola while his mother / fam still live in chicago .

also in drafting stages : 

noah centineo / andres pabon / the cute foreign exchange student / studying to become a doctor / + kind  + studius - withdrawn - shy / INSPO : cedric diggory + remus lupin .

fc undecided / isabella rousseau / french sweetheart / + unmaterialistic - flighty + kind + enjoys simple pleasured - unthinking - doesn’t think about the future at all . / INSPO : kiki from kiki’s delievery service . lucy pevensie . ivy from the originals .