#you can take this as a prequel for like two of my childhood friends to lvrs fics lololol

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

#another childhood friends one whats new #can you tell this is my fav trope teehee<3 #Idk if you can tell but it is #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble #katsuki bakugo fluff #you can take this as a prequel for like two of my childhood friends to lvrs fics lololol

[bogleech]

MY DRAGON QUEST MONSTERS THREAD

Dragon Quest Monsters: The Dark Prince is the first DQM game I've ever gotten to play after admiring the series since childhood. The bad news is that it leaves out exactly the three DQ monsters I love most. The good news is that everything else about it is great. I've been taking regular screenshots as I play and I am going to start adding things about it to this post, so it is going to get long. First of all here are exactly my next three favorite monsters in the franchise, which they fortunately did include, and were all available to me by almost the first area:

"Mad Mollusk" or in other dq games "taileater" is great because it has a sad flabby slug face at one end and a fanged leech mouth at the other end. When it uses magic, it reveals giant eyeballs in its antennae somehow?! Love how big the "carnivorous" mouth gets in the attack animation. What a stretchy guy!

"Lunatick" is just called "meda" (eye) in Japanese, I'm glad they decided it was like a parasite thing in the localization.

Finally there's DROHL, a classic DQ enemy that looks like...well I'm not gonna say what it really looks like but I think it's a cool little freak unrelated to that and I think it talks exactly like Droopy dog. Oddly it's known as a "Drohl DRONE," and I believe there are other "castes" in other DQ games, but only the "drones" are in this one sadly. I've yet to find this in the wild; I got it through the breeding system!

....Which is by far the most addicting thing about this game. The actual gameplay is good solid turn based RPG stuff, if a bit basic, but every monster can be bred with another monster to unlock a slew of other species. This is one of the first games in which they actually call it a "fusion" system now, I guess dropping the word "breed" from the English localization, but all other in-game dialog still calls these the 'parents' and 'offspring' and even makes jokes that they're getting married, so yeah, it's still breeding. What happens when you breed a slime with someone's dead grandpa??

.....There are multiple monsters you can get from that, but one of them, and the one that makes the most sense, is Slimeshroom! This is a new DQ slime that's some fungus! What's also fun is that every monster has up to three skills, and each skill actually unlocks a ton of spells, attacks, boosts and effects as you spend skill points on them. Then when you breed two monsters, you can give the baby any three skills from the parents. Any at all! I used this to make my Slimeshroom both a healer and a fire mage in the early game. This catches you up with the same progress I talked about when I first got the game almost two months ago so here's some things that have happened since:

I bred a flying cat and a vampire chinchilla to get a.....sexy bat??

I helped a fat rat - that's the name of his species - rescue his son

I bred a people ghost with a lamp ghost to get a bag of dirt!

I fought this bastard giraffe man who called an elderly wizard a "naughty boy" and put him in candy jail.

"Duffer" from the Giraffe quest is also best friends with Eileen the eye demon, and when you rescue him, they become your loyal subjects! BAD NEWS: this entire game is actually a prequel to Dragon Quest 4, and the player character of this game is the villain of Dragon Quest 4. Duffer and Eileen are also in Dragon Quest 4. They die :( .......Maybe this game gives you a chance to fix that future??? I don't know.

#dragon quest #dragon quest monsters

[readychilledwine]

i’m sorry that i was unclear with the az x assassin reader🤍, but i meant that she used to be one and she turned her life around but still gets bored/ the urges for a good hunt. Azriel helps her in whatever way he can bc he doesn’t want her going back to her old ways. I haven’t read hauting adeline so idk but if it’s possible could this fic have the reader be a bit dark. or whateever you think would be fitting otherwise feel free to just ignore it, the ask was kind of weird🥲

No worries, love! I just wanted to make sure I understood and wasn't going to write something way off.

Cat and Mouse

Summary - After reports of Illyrian males torturing females and children hit Rhysand's desk, he, Cassian, and Azriel bring you to the camps for the first time in search of answers.

Warning - inferred smut, mentions of blood, inferred torture.

A/N - enough requests came in I caved and gave. Check out Paradise Lost, the prequel to Cat and Mouse!

Part 1 Part 2

You and Azriel shared a look as Devlon threw another insult directed at him, Rhysand, and Cassian. He squeezed your hand gently before moving to stand behind you. One of his muscled arms came and wrapped from shoulder to shoulder, keeping you tight against his chest. He pumped love and tranquility down the bond clashing against the rage you were feeling. 

Rhysand leaned back with a mask of indifference on his face. "I could have her slaughter you without second thought, and she would be able to do it without hesitation." 

Devlon's eyes flickered to you lingering much too long for your and your mate's liking. "She doesn't look like much," he dismissed you easily. "Just the whore you used to plan battles. She used to be better. Worth something. But you tamed her. Now she's a harmless declawed cat."

You felt Azriel's grip on your shoulder tighten. "Down boy," you muttered under your breath. 

Azriel still growled. "Insult my mate again and I will take your tongue. Do you know where they went or not?"

Devlon shrugged. "If I did, do you truly believe I'd tell you the truth?" You all knew he wouldn't. The group of males, from rumors and whispers, consisted of his youngest son and several of his friends.

You shook your head, sharing a look with Rhysand indicated you would find the illyrian males yourself. You had been trained for countless years as an assassin, learning to blend into any surroundings, learning to identify as no one. You were one of the deadliest females they'd ever encountered, and the three of them would forever thank the Mother for that bond snapping before you actually made a killing blow on Azriel.

You had been paid to take the shadowsinger out. You tracked him for weeks, learning his habits, his hobbies, his routine. He had not even noticed you until it was almost too late. He'll never forget the look of shock on your face, nor the way you instantly gave yourself over to him, the second that blessed bond snapped for you two.

It took Rhysand months to repair the brainwashing that was done. You had hardly remembered your own name, your family, your childhood. They had all but wiped you of everything that made you special in order to create the perfect tracking and killing machine.

Now you served him and his court. Only going out on missions when it truly called for it, and working by Cassian's side with battle planning and strategy. You were irreplaceable to him, to all of three of them, and he knew that if Devlon would refuse to give away the information he needed, you would just take it.

He knew you would find them by the end of the night. He looked at you, nodding back. "Then this meeting is over. Y/n," Rhysand stood and moved to you. "Find them and bring them to Azriel. Alive enough to answer questions preferably." Your mate dropped his hold on you as you silently nodded and left the worn down cabin to change. 

The black leathers were familiar and enchanted to adapt to any environment. An advantage you would desperately need against a group of 7 Illyrian males. You strapped countless weapons to your legs and body, only pausing as you felt Azriel enter your shared room. "Do not kill them unless you have to, little hellcat." Your face broke, a soft smile coming at the nickname they had given you many years ago.

"I didn't plan on killing them. Maiming them to send a message to the peabrained male who leads this camp? Yes. Killing? No. Even if I really want to." You sighed and pulled your hair back. "Following or staying? We haven't played cat and mouse together for awhile, my love."

Azriel rose a brow at the offer. "I prefer to play cat and mouse when it is just us." Yoy shiver at the baritone of his voice, at the small smirk forming on his lips. "Winnow them to me once you have them. We will take them to the Prison from there." 

You kissed him, lips lingering a little longer than planned. His fingers dug into your hips. "Find them within two hours, and you can watch me torture them. Then I'll fuck you in an empty chamber. It has been a while since I suspended you." You felt the bond purring at the idea and nodded, sealing the agreement with a pinky promise.

The males appeared in front of Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian one by one. "She's missing one," Devlon said before inspecting the deep bruising decorating one of the male's faces. He turned to reenter his cabin. "Like I said earlier, not much anymore. A tamed kitten."

He had not noticed Rhysand's glazed over eyes, the feather light twitch in his jaw. "One of them put up a bigger fight. She killed him."

Cassian hid a smirk behind his hand, scratching the longer facial hair he was allowing to grow in per Nesta's request. "Good riddance. I'm assuming based on who we're missing, it's Devlon's son? So I get to-" Rhys nodded, interrupting Cassian's sentence while pointing. The general groaned loudly. "I'm never going to stop being turned on by that."

The three of them locked eyes on your emerging form. You moved out of the fog of the Illyrian forest like a ghost. Long limber limbs gliding across the muddy ground with cat like grace.

When you came closer, Rhys realized what you were holding and went silent. You were drenched in blood as if you had slit his throat with him on top of you, throat covered in light bruising. You were limping slightly, signs of an arrow wound evident in your left calf. That had not stopped you from taking the head of the male who had inflicted the most injuries. Azriel was silent, his hands tucked behind his back as you approached and threw the head at his feet.  "It was still under an hour."

"Yes, it was," pride leaked into his voice. "But you killed one."

"For good reason. I want the last part." 

Azriel nodded. "And you will have it. Where did you leave his body?"

It was your turn to smirk. "Nailed in bits and pieces to the walls where they've been torturing countless females and children." You dug a heel into one of the wounds of another male who put a fight, smiling sweetly at him as he whined. "I sent his father his favorite part of him, though. Where is my friend Devlon?"

A loud yell had your head snapping to the cabin, and a wicked laugh left your throat. Rhysand looked at you, amusement gracing his beautiful, calm face. "I thought we were past this?"

"He asked for the night court's assassin by challenging her," Azriel said. "He got her. Come love, we have prisoners to take and promise to make well on."

A scarred hand reached for your bloodied one. Winnowing you and males the dark chambers of the Prison. "I want you in that room, naked and waiting in the chair for me." Azriel pointed down the hall to your favorite room. You watched as he dragged the bound males one by one into individual rooms before he stared at you in the dark hall. "I will not ask again, y/n." He pointed again. "Go."

You went, a smile forming as you took off each buckle and freed yourself from the confines of your clothing. And now, true to Azriel fashion, you waited for your reward in anticipation as a shadow teased you endlessly and without mercy.

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fic #az fic

[justmeinadaze]

Him and I (Steddie X You)

Prequel to Without Me / Part 2: You Should Be Sad Here

A/N: ENTER WITH CAUTION! Like my previous chapters THIS WILL MAKE YOU FEEL! Its angsty and dealing with dark themes of addiction. I WILL STILL LOVE YOU IF YOU CHOOSE TO SKIP THIS STORY!

Warnings: Toxic Steddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, I wanted to show the two parts of them and how the treated her before and after they started getting worse with their vices. The first half involves loss of virginity for the reader, dirty talk, kinda rough but more passionate I would say, The second half is definitely rougher, more dirty talk, degrading (whore, slut, etc), spanking, choking, Y/N is a willing participant in both instances!

Some FLUFF, they really do love her and vice versa but unfortunately they love their addictions more.

ANGST: DARK THEMES OF ADDICTION! Steve is an alcoholic and Eddie is a drug addict. Reader mentions more in Without Me how she's addicted to them and I feel like that's explored a bit more here. She gets on them a lot about their vices and every time they are dismissive. There are mentions of their childhoods and we do get an interaction with asshole older Harrington here (he belittles Steve and smacks him).

The accident from Without Me is here but with some details. Its more about Eddie and Steve's interaction before they ran and left her. We also get a glimpse of her in the hospital waiting for them.

Again NOT A WARM FUZZY STORY! I won't blame you if you choose to skip it <3

Word Count: 7874

1982

“That was…the grossest fucking thing you two evil people have ever shown me.”, Steve shudders as the three of you exit the theater. 

You and Eddie cackle as you follow behind him out the front door. 

“Oh, don’t be a fraidy cat, Harrington. It wasn’t even scary.”, the metalhead teases.

“I thought it was creepy. What would you do if I started to transform into some evil screeching alien?”

“I would still think you’re beautiful, honey.”

“Aw, Steve Harrington, you’re so sweetheart.”, you joke as you stick out your tongue.

Tonight was a much needed reprieve from all the chaos you and your two best friends had been dealing with.  Junior year at Hawkins high was shaping up to be an exhausting one. Steve’s dad was on him much more and with more vigor than he had before reminding the younger Harrington that his future was looming just off in the distance. 

“Steven! It’s time to buckle down and really focus. No more playing around, son. You need to focus on bringing up those grades and being a better athlete so you can get into a good college. I don’t hire losers at my firm!”

The older Eddie got the worse the town and student body seemed to be with him. 

“What’s wrong, freak?!  To busy focusing on your satanic shit? Get lost and take off that fucking Dio vest! You look fucking stupid.”

He did everything he could to focus on other things but idiots like Jason Carver and the other jocks were always around to make his life hell. 

That’s probably why they both seemed to “let loose” more than usual or at least that’s how they described it to you the first time you noticed them excessively drinking and doing drugs. 

“It just takes the edge off you know?”

“Is it? Steve, you have a flask now that you carry with you. Why would you need to do that?”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N. It’s not like I have a real problem or anything.”

“Yeah, it’s just to relax. Here, sweetheart, you look like you need to chill out for a bit.”, Eddie adds as he offers you some of the white powder from the bag you noticed on his dresser. 

“Um, no thank you. I think I’m ok weed.”, you giggle trying to laugh off the worries that bubble in your stomach. 

You had started worrying about them more and more since this past summer. When you guys started high school, you noticed a change in them that wasn’t just normal adolescences. Steve’s words started to slur more throughout the day and whenever you three would spend time together his breath would smell so strong like a bar that you’d have to take a few steps away from him so you wouldn’t cringe every time he opened his mouth. 

Eddie’s personality would shift at random points. In the mornings he would seem like the metalhead you befriended and then by lunch his behavior would be so erratic that it would frighten you sometimes. By the final bell, you would notice him staring off into the wall or even find him passed out in the back of the library.

Your mind always explained it away with different excuses almost as quickly as the ones they gave you when you asked questions. 

“Hey, do you guys want to come over? My parents are out of town this weekend.”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.”, you beam up at him.

***

You woke up that following morning on Steve’s bedroom floor with Eddie beside you and the other boy passed out leaning against the wall with his long legs stretched out towards you both. Quietly, you got up to use the bathroom, checking your reflection in the mirror before you ventured downstairs to grab some breakfast. 

Your eyes scanned the photos along the stairs, sympathy washing over you as you noticed Steve’s uncomfortable demeanor in all of them. His house always had a sad air surrounding it. It never felt exactly lived in and when his parents were home, neither seemed happy. Both he and the metalhead spent a lot of time at your place which you didn’t mind. You loved their company and you wanted them to feel safe. 

Your parents always treated them like family and that’s how you saw them as well. You knew what both boys had been through and were still going through. Anything you could do to make things easier for them, you did with little to no question. 

After opening his pantry, something immediately caught your eye. Within the trashcan were a ton of empty liquor bottles. Not just single beer containers but bottles of whiskey that should last a long time in a house with one occupant, emptied and discarded. 

“Hey Y/N. What are you doing up?”, Steve groggily asked as he entered the kitchen. 

“Steve Harrington, what is this?”, you inquire back showing him the contents within the trash. 

The man’s eyes widen and it takes him a moment before he nervously chuckles. 

“Uh, my parents had a party last week so—”

“Your parents weren’t home last week. You told me they were on a business trip which is why you spent the night at my house because you didn’t want to be alone.” The two of you stared each other down until you finally continue. “You drank all this by yourself?”

“It’s…it’s not a big deal, honey.”

“DON’T you honey me, Steven!”

“What’s going on?”, Eddie asks after loudly banging down the stairs. 

“Did you know he was drinking this much?!”, you shriek as you show him what you found.

“I mean, it could be worse, Y/N.”

“HOW?! How can it be worse?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Rock bands don’t even drink this much!”

“Y/N! Come on. You’re making this into a big deal when it’s not!”

“Fuck you! I’m not going to watch you drink yourself to death. I love you but this is excessive!”

Stomping past them both, you head for the front door but the man hastily cuts you off and blocks you from leaving with his body. 

“Y/N, please. Shit… I’m sorry, okay? You’re right. I have been going overboard lately. It’s just everything with my dad and school… I promise this will never happen again.” As your arms fold over your chest, his beautiful eyes scan your angry frame. “You’re the only one that ever cared about me, Y/N; you and Ed of course.”

You sigh as your demeanor softens. 

“I DO care about you a lot, Steve. You know you can talk to me about anything and I’ll be there for you no matter what. You both don’t have to numb yourselves the way you do.” Eddie nods as you turn towards him, his head hanging in shame. “I worry about you two so mu—"

As you swivel back towards the other boy, you’re surprised when you are met with his lips on yours. You had never been intimate with them in any fashion up until this point, always seeing them as your best friends. You’d be lying, however, if you didn’t say Steve’s lips tasted good. 

He pulled away from you for a moment, the two of you panting into each other’s mouths as you process what just happened. Before you could do anything or even respond, a ring covered hand grabbed your arm and yanked you against a bare chest as Eddie’s own lips connected with yours. 

You could still hear the other boy’s heavy breaths causing you to groan at the sound. Lifting you onto the end table by the door, the metalhead hastily tugged down your pants and panties while Steve came up beside you to lift off your shirt and toss away your bra. 

Eddie’s fingers dug into your thighs as he opened your legs wide and kneeled in front of you, making you whimper when he shoved his face into your cunt. 

“Wa-Wait. I’ve—fuck—I’ve never done anything s-sexual before.”

A heavy growl emitted from both men as the long-haired boy sucked and flicked his tongue along your clit while Steve’s lips attached to your neck. Moving his friend out of the way, he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the couch.

You watched with wide, lust blown eyes as Steve pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock, spit in his hand, and stroked it along his length. 

“St-Steve, you’re so big. It won’t fit.”

His honey brown eyes met your own and it was almost like for a moment he had forgotten it was your legs he was between. Tenderly, he leaned forward to kiss your lips. 

“It will, honey. I promise. I’ll go slow, ok? Unless…do you want me to stop? I just…you are the only one to care about us. I love you so much, Y/N. Let us make it up to you.”

Your gaze momentarily shifted to Eddie who was looking at you with the same gentleness that you saw when you first met him all those years ago. Licking your lips, you kiss him again before shaking your head. 

“Just…go slow…and keep talking to me…please.”

Your arms clung to his neck when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat as he began pushing in and on instinct you tried to push him away from you. 

“No, no, baby. You’re ok. E-Eddie, fuck, can you—”

Eddie quickly came up to your side and held you still with his hands as Steve pushed another inch into your hole. 

“God fucking damn it, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”, the other boy whispered in your ear.

“Hurts.”

“I know, baby. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.” His lips comforted you as he kissed your cheek and your head arched back as the other boy slide further into your body. Eddie licked his fingers and reached between your bodies to rub slow circles into your bundle of nerves as Steve kept going.

“Fuck, Eddie!”, you screamed causing the boy inside you to grunt when your pussy clenched around him. 

“Y-You like that, honey? You like Eddie’s fingers on your clit. Fuck, you’re doing so good, Y/N. I’m almost all the way in.”

“Steve…you’re so big…”

His cock twitched at your words and you groaned as the pain began to slowly dull. When his hips connected with yours, your eyes rolled back as his length grazed against that sensitive spot inside of you, you didn’t even know existed. 

Leaning on to his knees, his palms held your calves as he pulled himself almost all the way out before roughly thrusting back in.

“Steve!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep shouting my name like that, baby.”

Eddie’s hand petted your head, as the other boy set a steady pace.

“You’re doing so well, pretty girl. You look so beautiful like this. You deserve to feel good to. Does it still hurt?” He smiled when you shook your head. “How does it feel?”

“G-Good.”

“Yeah? Tell him, sweetheart.”

As your eyes scanned over Steve you couldn’t help but marvel at him as you view him through this new filter. Usually, you only saw him as a friend. You never really thought about his gorgeous eyes or perfect lips. The way his broad hairy chest looked so sexy glistening with sweat. You never noticed that one lock of hair that fell just so as his head tilted forward or how low and gravelly his voice was when he was turned on. 

“You feel so good, Steve.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Tell him how you really feel. It’s just us.”

The boy tilted forward, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and you moaned as your fingers tangled in Steve’s hair. 

“F-Fuck… your cock feels so fucking good. I-I can feel you in my stomach.”

His lips trailed up your chest to your neck and your eyes fluttered shut as you turned your head to the sound of his voice in your ear.

“I feel good, baby? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve—I’ve never had a pussy that felt this amazing before. You were made for us, honey.”

“Steve, I… I feel… Something’s happening.” Your arms circle tightly around him as he thrusts into harder and faster. “Steve!”

“That’s it, pretty girl. Oh my god. Cum all over my cock!” You screamed his name as an intense, pleasurable feeling you had never felt before washed over you. “Goddamn it.”, he grunted as he quickly pulled himself out of your quivering entrance and you watch with heavy eyes as he stroked his length over you, releasing his seed on your belly. 

Lost in a haze of bliss, you barely felt both boys switch places and Eddie flip you over positioning your ass in the air. When his tongue licked a long strip up your folds, however, you gasped as your body shuddered against the couch. 

“So sensitive. I like that. Jesus, sweetheart, you taste so sweet. Are you ready for me?” When you don’t answer, his chest presses against your back as his fingers move your hair to the side. “Are you ready for me, Y/N, or did you want to stop? We can stop if you want to, baby girl. We’ll still love you.”

Craning you neck slightly, you able to meet those beautiful chocolate eyes. You had never noticed how intense they were especially when they were full of care like they were now. You never noticed how kissable Eddie’s lips were or how seductive they looked when they pulled back into a smirk. It never occurred to you how much bigger his gorgeous hands actually were compared to yours as he balanced himself so he wouldn’t crush you as he whispered in your ear. 

“You both love me?”

Your question threw them both off guard. 

“Of course, we do. There’s no one else in the world like you.”

“You helped make us who we are, Y/N.”

Steve’s words hit you like a train. You just found a trashcan full of liquor he had been hiding from you. They were both utilizing drugs and alcohol to a degree that was beginning to become concerning. Maybe…maybe they’d be worse if it wasn’t for you. Maybe you could help them get better and heal so they wouldn’t need to turn to that stuff.

“I love you to. I’m ready, Eddie.”

You both groaned as he ran his mushroom tip between your puffy lips, collecting your slick before he gradually began guiding himself inside of you. Your back arches up, pushing against his chest as he stretches you open. It didn’t hurt as bad as with Steve but Eddie was thick and it still felt like you were being ripped in half. 

“G-God, Y/N. Steve was right…how can you still be this tight?”

His arms wrapped around your body as he began pounding into you. In this position, you were feeling all new pleasurable sensations that had your toes curling as he grunted into your ear. 

“Do—mmm—do I feel good to, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.”

“Keep talking to me, Y/N. The way you did with him. Really let go, babe.”

“Your cock…feels so good…Eddie. You’re so…deep.”

Lifting himself onto his knees, he yanked you up with him, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the house. 

“K-Keep going.”

“I can’t. Fuck. I’m…”

“Yes, you can. I can feel your pussy squeezing me. Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you cum like he did.” When you didn’t answer him again, he placed his fingers on your clit, moving them so fast as he matched his own rhythm.

“Eddie! Oh my…Please! Make me cum. I want to cum again! Please…”

The metalhead pushed your face down into the sofa as he did what you asked, slamming is cock into you till the coil snapped and you shouted his name as you came. He soon followed, moaning obscenities as he pulled out and came on the meat of your ass. 

Unsure of what happens next, you remained frozen in that position as you listened to Eddie’s heavy pants. You were a complete mess, naked, hair frayed, and everyone including your own arousals dripping from your body. 

 “Whoa! Hey, it’s ok. I’m just picking you up to take you upstairs so we can get you clean.”, Steve explained when he felt you flinch. 

You sighed exhaustedly as he lifted you up and you clung your arms around his neck. Eddie ran ahead and as soon as you both entered the bathroom your bath was ready. Sitting there quietly, you starred off into the tile in front of you as they ran a washcloth along your skin. 

“Y/N?” The metalhead reached for your chin and gently turned you to face them both. “Are you alright? We didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”

When you shook your head, they exchanged a glance.

“What are you thinking about, honey?”

“Why? Why now? You two have had so many other girls in your life—”

“None like you.”, Steve interrupted. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I love you. My dad doesn’t give a fuck about me, my mother is never here, the girls at school just want me because I’m ‘popular’.”, he rolls his eyes. “You’ve never wanted or expected anything out of me. You treat me like I’m not fucking worthless.”

“Because you’re not, Steve.”

“When my mom died, I thought I’d never be happy again. Then I met you guys. Baby, I love you to. Even with Wayne sometimes I feel like I’m burdening him.”

“You’re not, Eddie. He loves you.”

“I know but I get what Steve is saying. We hear all this bullshit enough and it just sinks in you know? But with you…”

“We’ll still be your best friends, Y/N, even if you don’t want us like that.”

“I didn’t say that.”, you smirk as both their gazes shift towards you. “I would like to be wined and dined though.”

“You wanna go out on a date?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can check out that new Star Wars movie and then—”

“We can take you to dinner.”, Eddie beams. “Treat you like a princess.”

############

1983

“Wow, Steven, you suck at this.”, Eddie teases as you giggle from the side while you both watch Steve try to shoot one of the balls on the pool table into the corner pocket. 

“Well shit, Edward. Do you wanna wrap your arms around me like you do with Y/N and teach me to be better.”, the pretty boy slurred as his cue missed the ball entirely. “Fuck.”

The metalhead extended out his arms toward him as he began to sing. 

“Love lift us up where we belong.”

“Don’t you touch me.”, he laughs as they both flash each other a toothy grin. 

“Come on, princess. Show him what I taught you.”

Playfully swaying your hips as you saunter over, your eyes flick to them as you line up your shot. Steve tosses back the liquid in his flask and Eddie lights his fourth cigarette in a row. He’s getting antsy which means soon, he’ll excuse himself to the bathroom where he’ll snort his powder and come back with half lidded, glassy eyes. 

You savored small moments like this where you could. Where you three were having fun and they weren’t totally clouded over by their vices. Tonight was a regular date night and you were so happy that they didn’t seem to be in a bad mood. You always knew how ever it wouldn’t take much for that spark to ignite though. 

Beaming at them, they clap for you obnoxiously loud as you make your shot. 

“That’s our girl!”

“Shut the fuck up, freaks!”, Jason Carver hollers from the corner of the bar.

“Go to hell, Jason!”, you shout. 

The jocks cackle at your comment as Andrew’s eyes rake across your body. 

“Little girl has a mouth on her. Maybe we can show her how to use it.”

Eddie stomped towards them before you could stop him. 

“Say that a little louder, asshole. I don’t think I heard you correctly. That ‘little girl’ is my best friend and you willshow her fucking respect!”

“Go to hell, Munson.”

“HEY! Knock it off or I’ll kick you all out!”, the owner shouted as he glared where you guys were standing. 

“Come on, Ed. Let’s get out of here.”, you try and sooth him in a calm voice. “Please.”

Angrily turning away, he barrels out the door as you run after him. 

“Eddie, it’s ok.”

He ignores you as he opens his van door, pops open the glove box, and pulls out the little glass vile of his drug. You watch with helpless eyes as he pours some on the edge of his hand near his thumb and snorts the contents.

“That’s not going to help anyone.”, you growl.

“Yeah, well, no one fucking asked you. Let me ask you something. Why did you want me to stop? Huh? Do you want to fuck Jason and his stupid friends?”

“Have you lost your fucking mind? Of course, I don’t.”

“Pfft, please. Little whore like you can’t help herself.”

“Fuck you, Eddie.” 

As you turn and try to walk away, he grabs your arm and tries to keep you from leaving. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“I’d rather walk than deal with this bullshit.”

“Guys…”, Steve slurs as he appears beside you. “Can we do this later? I’m fucking exhausted.”

***

Driving his van for them, you all went back to Steve’s house and let them talk you into staying over. Around two in the morning, yelling startled you awake causing you to panic when you realized Steve wasn’t beside you. 

“Eddie.”, you murmured forcefully as you shook him. “Eddie!”

“Jesus H Christ, WHAT?!”

“Something is happening downstairs. I think Steve needs our help.”

“He’ll be fine. Just shut the fuck up and go back to bed.”, he grumbled as he rolled over. 

Ignoring him completely, you quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom and leaned against the railing as you listened to Mr. Harrington screaming at his son. 

“This is a $500 dollar bottle of bourbon, Steven! I save it for important clients not my idiot kid and his friends.”

“For the thousandth time, I didn’t drink it!”

“Oh, so all of my alcohol just disappears then. Even though you, the freak, and that whore are here a majority of the time alone.”

“Don’t call her that.”, Steve grunted through gritted teeth.

His dad stepped forward and smacked him hard across the face. 

“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice.”

Running down the stairs, you put yourself between them. 

“Leave him alone! He’s not drinking what’s yours.”

“Everything in this house fucking is mine, little girl. I paid for it with my hard-earned money. What the fuck has he done? Nothing and that’s all he will ever be. The sooner you figure that out the better.” Mr. Harrington raises his finger and points to his son. “You owe me $500 dollars or I swear to God, Steven.”

With that his dad furiously left the house, slamming the front door for emphasis. Quickly facing him, you cup his cheeks in your hands, and check him over.

“Are you alright, baby?”

“Why the fuck did you do that, Y/N?”, he asks in a sharp tone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Marching towards the kitchen, he opens cabinets till he finally finds a bottle of whiskey that actually still has some liquid within it. You glared at him as he knocked it back, panting when he finally removed his lips from the glass. 

“You both promised me you would slow down on stuff like this.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t answer to you, honey. If you don’t like it, you can fucking leave.”

“Maybe, Andrew is still at The Hideout. He can give you a bed for the night.”, Eddie sneered as he rounded the corner and leaned in the doorway.

“Fuck you both. I’m fucking done.”, you spat. “You want me to leave? You got it.”

You headed towards his room, throwing off his clothes so you can put on your own and head home. You knew better. You knew you should have just left but part of you was hoping they’d beg you to stay, groveling at your feet as they told you they loved you. You wanted them to fight for you…show you that they needed you as much as you felt like you needed them. 

And they would…in their own inebriated way…

“Why the fuck are you still here?! I thought you were leaving?!”, Eddie shouted when he found you. Grabbing your pants from the floor, he threw them down to the first floor with your shoes and socks. “Get a move on, baby!”

Ignoring him, you banged your feet loudly down the stairs but as you bent down to grab your jeans, Steve came up behind you and captured your wrist turning you to face him. 

“You made things worse by butting in.”

“No, Steve, you make things worse by continuing to drink. Why?! Why do you two do this?”

The man rolls his eyes as he takes a swig from the bottle in his hand. 

“Please. Like you fucking care. You’re going to break our hearts just like they did. May as well just leave now, honey, and leave us in peace to destroy ourselves. It’s what Eddie and I are good at, right bud?”

Eddie’s only response was a deep inhale that you knew was his him snorting his blow. 

Shaking your head, you turn to leave but he doesn’t release you from his hold. 

“I thought you said I could leave, Steve. That’s what you want right? To fulfill your own prophesy of me abandoning you.” You try to yank your arm back but he just tugs you close to his chest, glaring down at you with angry eyes. “It’s not like I’ve been by your sides and both your best friend since we were little kids.”

Sarcastically, you laugh knowing what you say next will rile him up but you don’t care. In this moment, you were in so much pain after the way they spoke to you. You were fully prepared to give them a taste of their own medicine. 

“Your dad was right. You are nothing.”

In one swift motion, he released your wrist and took hold of your hair, leading you to the couch where he bent you over the arm.

“I’m nothing, huh? HUH?!”, Steve shouted near your ear as he leaned over your back. “Say it again, little girl! Come on. Let me hear it!”

“You’re nothing, Steve Harrington! I thought you wanted me to fucking leave! I’m going to abandon you anyway, RIGHT?!”

His palm came down hard on your behind, making you yelp before he moved the cotton blocking your core and abruptly pushed two of his long, thick fingers into your sex.

“You’re not going fucking anywhere tonight, babe. Not until we’re done with you.” You groan as he curls his fingers inside you and spanks you again. “You always talk back but you’re still so fucking wet for us, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”, he yells as he hits you again.

“YES!”

“Fuck, just listen to that pussy, Munson.” The sound of your slick fills the room as he thrusts his fingers at a faster pace. “Fucking whore is always ready.”

“Probably why she can’t help but eye fuck this entire town.”, Eddie condescends as he comes around to sit on the couch in front of you. 

“Please…”, you moan as the coil tightens in your stomach. 

“Please.”, he mocks making you growl before his fingers roughly pinch your cheeks. “Control the fucking attitude, Y/N. Since we’re nothing and we do nothing for you, might as well use you one last time and I’ll be damned if you’re going to look at me like that.”

Steve spanks you again causing you to whimper as your pussy clenches around his fingers and you cum hard around them. After literally ripping off your panties and Eddie tugging off your shirt, the other boy loops his arm around your waist, carrying you around the front of the sofa, and tossing you on it. You wince as you fall a little harder than you should of making both boys freeze. They don’t genuinely want to hurt you; they never have. You know what they’re doing right now is an outlet especially for Steve after what happened with his dad. They needed to feel in control and so did you. You desperately needed to feel like you could reign them in and keep their vices in check so it didn’t get worse. 

If they needed to use you so they didn’t use themselves, so be it.

Your eyes flick between theirs before a slow, cool laugh leaves your lips. 

“Oh, come on, boys. Don’t pretend like you fucking care now. I’m a whore right, Ed? Steve? Come on, baby.” You coo in a sarcastic tone as you push up on your knees and wrap your arms around the man’s neck. “Prove to me you’re not nothing. Show me what a real Harrington man is.”

With newfound motivation, he manhandled you till you were on your hands and knees facing Eddie’s lap. You mewled, biting your lip at the feeling of Steve’s spit hitting your cunt before he pushed down his shorts enough to free his cock and roughly thrust it into your entrance.

Ringed fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back till you were looking at the metalhead’s angry face. 

“You’re going to suck my cock, little girl, and you’re going to take all of it. No whining or complaining. Sluts do what they’re told.”

You nodded with heavy eyes as the man behind you abused that sensitive spot inside you over and over till your toes were curling. Shimming out of his boxers without letting you go; his dick sprang free and you wasted no time taking him into your mouth. 

Eddie groaned as you did what you were told, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you drooled around him. Every time you moaned at Steve’s thrusts, his fingers gripped you tighter as his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. At least that bratty mouth is good for something. Shit.”

Looping his arm around you, Steve’s hand reached between your legs and began rubbing fast circles into your clit that had you screaming around Eddie as you pushed back against his hand.

“Fuck, Steve!”

“Yeah. That’s the fucking spot. I know. No one knows you better than us, little girl. Cum. Cum hard on my cock, Y/N!”, he demands as he spanks you with his other palm. 

As the ball drops, you moan his name as your pussy quivers around him. 

“Fuck. That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”, Steve grunts as he pounds into you chasing his high. 

Clinging to your hair, Eddie holds you still as he thrusts up into your mouth and fucks your face as you gag. 

“There you go, you little whore. Choke on my dick.”

Steve’s rhythm falters and he grunts as he releases his spend roughly into your cunt. As he fills you up, the metalhead pushes you lower onto his lap and growls loudly as your throat constricts around him. They both pull out of you at the same time and Eddie forcefully tugs you onto his lap facing him. 

Your jaw falls open as he grips your waist and brings your down onto his cock, your hands clinging to his shoulders as he guides your movements. 

“Harder, Y/N! Fucking make me believe that you fucking care!”

As you wrap your arms around him for leverage, you bounce faster and harder on his lap, throwing your head back as you moan loudly. 

“E-Eddie, please!”

“Fuck.”, he grunts, lifting you into the air without pulling out, sitting you on the sofa while his palm grips the back as he takes over thrusting into you. “God, you feel so fucking good. You’re ours, little girl. This pussy belongs to us.”

When all you do is mewl and nod, his fingers take hold of your jaw, and force you to meet his intense gaze.

“Say it, Y/N. So we know you fucking understand.”

“I-I…my pussy be-belongs to you. Fuck.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You two.”

“WHO?!”, he snarls as he rolls his hips hard.

“EDDIE AND STEVE! Fuck, I’m gonna—”

The metalhead’s ringed fingers grab your throat and you whimper as you cum again. Eddie’s grip tightens and you feel your air slightly cut off. Right as your panicked eyes find Steve’s, the other boy paints your walls as he fucks it deep into your core. 

Steve reaches over and tugs at his friend’s wrist, signaling for him to release you which he does. His chocolate eyes scan you over with worry, when he hears you cough as you catch your breath. 

“I…I…shit. Y/N, are you…okay?”

When you don’t answer, they swiftly kick into action as Steve lifts you into his arms and carries you to his bathroom where he gets the tub ready. Eddie appears next to you with a bottle of water but as he offers it to you, you turn away. 

“Sweetheart, you have to drink something.”

“Like either of you care.”

“Honey, of course we care.”

“DON’T! Don’t you honey and sweetheart me! I’m a whore who wants to fuck the entire town, right?! I’m butting into your business and making things worse, right?! I don’t love you and you don’t care if I leave, RIGHT?!” Pushing Steve away, you wince as you lower yourself in the warm water and bring your knees to your chin. “What do I have to do to prove to you that I only want you two? That I’m not going anywhere? Why does it have to be this way?”

They hang their heads as they silently clean you and you allow it. After drying you off and finding you a new pair of clothes to wear, you continue to ignore them as you climb into Steve’s bed and close your eyes. Both boys do the same, placing themselves on either side of you as Eddie presses himself against your back looping his arm around you and pulling you to him while Steve tenderly caressed your face. 

“We’re sorry, baby.”, he whispers. “You deserve so much more than this. We’re fucking assholes.”

Steve watched your bottom lip quiver as Eddie held you tighter to his chest and he pressed his face into your shoulder as he began to quietly cry. 

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to grab you so hard. I love you. You’re not a whore. You’re our perfect angel. We can be better, Y/N.”

###########

“Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? You look tired.”

“Oh, thanks Glen. You know I’m trying this new routine—”

“Ok, ok, I get it. That was a little rude.”, he laughs. “You know, you always look beautiful.”

You softly smile as you turn towards your locker. These were the moments you wish you could tell people that you, Eddie, and Steve were more than best friends. Glen was a nice guy but you were in love with someone else. You knew it bothered them (especially Eddie) when men hit on you and it equally upset you when girls would do the same with them. 

They knew better though just like you. You knew when Steve stumbled into a room with a girl on his heels they were probably just talking. Whenever he would call you over at 2am sobbing about something you couldn’t understand under his slurred words, you were positive that the perfume you were smelling was most likely yours from days ago when you spent the night. 

They made sure you never had to worry about things like that…

As you opened your locker a note tumbled into your hand.

“Hey pretty girl, 

We just wanted to say we love you so much and miss you. 

Can’t wait to see you later tonight. 

You deserve the world, angel.

-Steve X Eddie”

“Are you, um, going to the party tonight?”

“Yeah.”, you answer him as you hold the note to your chest. “Steve is probably going to pick me and Eddie up.”

“Oh. Ok…I thought, maybe, you’d want to ride with me.”

“Glen…I…thank you but I’m just not…”

“Hey. No worries.”, he grins. “I’ll still be your friend and think you’re cool.”

***

“Geez, this fucking house is insane. How many people live here?”, Eddie asks as he takes a sip of the “punch” in his cup. 

“I think 3 but…”, you laugh as you wonder around with them. 

“Pfft. Jamie’s parents and herself makes three people who are never home.” Steve picks up a figurine and shows it to you with confusion before putting it back. “I will never understand why rich people buy these massive houses but are never in them. Our house isn’t that big but it’s just me or the three of us 99% of the time.”

“Ok, got it. When we move in together no big house.”, you giggle causing him to stick out his tongue at you. 

“That’s too bad. When I became a rockstar I was going to buy us a HUGE mansion.”, the metalhead muses as he glances up another spiral staircase that was blocked off. After looking around, he tugs down the ribbon, and grabs your hand to guide you up to the next floor. 

“Hm, baby. This reminds me of The Shining.”, you whine.

Eddie chuckles as he turns around and wiggles his index finger in front of your face. 

“Redrum!”

“Stop!”

Continuing to laugh, he pulls you to his side as you wrap your arms around his waist. You loved these moments; the moments where they seemed like their old selves before things had gotten worse. It gave you hope that you could save them; that you could bring the Eddie and Steve you first met on those swings back to you. 

“Hey guys. Come look at this here.”, Steve calls as he opens a random door. “This must be her parent’s room.”

As he stared at the massive sized bed with a canopy, you ventured into the bathroom while Eddie looked around the closet. 

“Jesus Christ, this is bigger than our fucking trailer.”, he scoffs as he flashes Steve who followed him in some of the clothes. “If you need a bench in your closet, maybe the closet it too big, yeah?”

The other man took a swig from his flask as his eyes scanned everything around him. 

“I don’t think I’ll every be rich enough to give her this.”, he mumbles causing the metalhead to abruptly turn his way. 

“Don’t say that, Harrington. Just because your dad is a douchebag doesn’t mean you won’t own a company one day. It doesn’t have to be his.”

“Pfft, said the rockstar.”

“Ha! Yeah. That’s if I can get my fingers to do what I want them to do.”, Eddie sighs as he begins digging his is pockets, finding his little vile. “Or my brain for that matter.”

“Maybe…maybe we really should slow down, ya know?”, Steve whispers. 

“It’s not that serious, Steven.”

“You almost choked her out.”

“And you fuck other cheerleaders. Do you really want to play that game right now?”, Eddie hisses.

“Shhh! I don’t…I don’t mean to. We go somewhere and then I wake up the next morning…”

“Yeah, tell her that.”

“I love her.”, Steve growls. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Well, I love her to.”, he sighs before patting his friend’s shoulder. “Everything’s fine, man. Trust me.”

The sound of you jumping onto the bed brings them back into reality as they exit the closet and find you sprawled out with a wide smile on your face. Crawling in beside you, the three of you lay there in comfortable silence as you listen to them breathe.

“I love you both…for who you are…I hope you know that.” You feel their eyes shift towards you as you continue. “No matter what. It’s always been just us and I’m always going to be here for you. I don’t care if we have a house like this or… a tiny trailer.”

“We’re not going to let you live your life in a tiny trailer, sweetheart. I don’t care what I have to do but that’s never going to be your reality.”

“Whatever WE have to do.”, Steve clarified. “We’re always going to be there for you, honey. You put up with a lot when it comes to us. Soon it will all be worth it.”

“Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we ditch this party, go back to my place, and watch some spooky movies that will make Harrington pee his pants?”

Nodding, you giggle as Steve rolls his eyes. After running down the stairs, a face you recognized abruptly stopped you to say hello. 

“Hi Glen. I’m actually about to leave!”

“Really? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” His nervous eyes scan Steve’s stumbling frame as Eddie bounces on his heels waiting for you. “You’re leaving with them?”

“Yeah of course. We’re going to go hang out at Eddie’s trailer.”

“You’re driving right? Or, maybe, even I can.”

“Oh, um…” Your own gaze shifts towards them, taking note at the longer you take the more annoyed their eyes seem to become. “His place isn’t that fair. It’s not a big deal. I appreciate the thought though.”, you smile as you give him a quick hug.

Before you can turn away, Glen holds you in his grasp.

“Don’t go with them, Y/N. Please.”

Holding your smile, you pull away and nod your head, slightly assuring him that everything would be alright. 

“What did he want?”

“Just to say hello. We have a couple of classes together and we help each other sometimes.” As you three search for Steve’s BMW, you anxiously watch him fumble with his keys. “Stevie, baby, maybe you should let me drive.”

“Pfft, I can drive, honey. I’m barely even drunk.”

Eddie’s arms wrap around you from behind as he tenderly kisses the nook between your neck and shoulder. “Come on, princess. You can sit in the back with me.”

***

Steve frustratingly tries to yank at the car door but it won’t budge. 

“Steve…”, Eddie calls to his friend as the sirens begin to wail in the distance.

“I can’t…the door…” Desperately, he falls to his knees and tries to reach for your hand through the shattered window as you dangled upside down from where you were still buckled in. “I can’t reach her…Y/N…w-wake up.”

“S-S-Steve.” The sound of sirens got louder as the metalhead panicked going into sensory overload. The sirens, Steve grunting as he tried different ways to get to you, the smell of metal and blood. “STEVEN! We need to go. NOW!”

“Eddie, we can’t just leave her here!”

The long-haired boy tugged at his friend’s sweater, dragging him to his feet. 

“Yeah? And you’ll never see her again if you get arrested for drunk driving and me for possession. She’ll be fine. They’re almost here. They can get her out!”

Steve had his own internal battle pausing only for a second when he heard the sound of you groan. 

“I-I-I…FUCK!”

Both boys run and disappear just as Hopper’s police car skids onto the scene.

***

“Hey, Y/N. This feels like a stupid question but how are you feeling?”, the police chief asks as he takes a seat beside your hospital bed. It had been almost two weeks since the accident and people could barely get anything out of you. 

Your parents had been by your side the entire time, holding your hand, and caressing your hair as you cried through every painful process the doctors put you through. Your mom and Hopper exchange a worried glance as you ignore the question, continuing to stare at the phone by your bed. 

“I’m not going to bug you too much but I was hoping to get some more details about what happened. We know you weren’t driving because we found you buckled in the backseat.”

Again, no response.

“We, uh, got a tip that you and some friends left a party at the same time. Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington? The car in the accident is also Mr. Harrington’s.” Your eyes start to tear up and you quickly suffocate the notion by closing your eyes. “Um, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, may I have a moment alone with Y/N?”

After your parent’s leave, Hopper comes to sit on the opposite end of the room directly in front of you, his gaze soft as he scans you over. 

“Y/N, you’re not in trouble. I know you didn’t cause this. I also know that you’re very loyal to your friends but, honey, you’re not helping either of them if they don’t face the consequences for what they do.” Your eyes open finally meeting his and he doesn’t faulter as he continues. “No one is in trouble here. I just want to help them and you. I also want to make sure no one else gets hurt.”

Shifting you gaze towards the phone again, a montage of everything they had been through ran through your mind. Eddie had lost his mom and his dad was abusive before going in. After moving in with Wayne, things got better at home but not at school or in Hawkins. People bullied him relentlessly making him feel like he was a freak who would never be anything but. 

Steve had basically raised himself being alone most of his childhood. His asshole father and absent mother were always away on business or even pleasure leaving him behind. When they were home, his dad said terrible things to him and broke him down constantly telling him he was worthless. While the boy was popular school, adults constantly seemed to underestimate him adding to his insecurity. 

They didn’t need prison, they needed you. It was just you and them against the world. Yeah, they hadn’t called yet but they would. They would give you a rational reason for leaving you behind and comfort you, telling you everything would be ok. Then things could go back to how they used to be or even better. Maybe this accident would wake them up to the damage their vices can do…

“I don’t remember who was driving. I just remember something darting into the road and then waking up here.”, you whisper. 

The police chief sighs as he nods. He can’t force you to say what you need to say. If that’s the story you want to stick with, he’ll write his report and give it to the insurance companies. 

“I see. Ok, Y/N. Thank you for your candor and I hope…I hope you feel better. I’m always here if you need to talk.”

Softly smiling, you turn your attention back to the phone as you continue to wait. 

They’ll call or come by. They love me. We need each other… I know it.

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#steddie #toxic! steddie #steddie angst #steddie smut #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #fan fiction #joe keery #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve harrington smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson stranger things #toxic!Steve harrington #toxic!Eddie munson #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #steddie x reader #steddie fan fiction #toxic love #toxic relationship #Spotify

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in July 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #52 |  ko-fi | fic recs

—Louis/Harry—

🦩 7 Up by @cherrystreet

(E, 52k, childhood friends) Very loosely based on the British TV show "The Up Series" and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years.

🦩Darkest Before the Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 50k, fashion au) Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

🦩 an ocean in my veins (you'll be diving in) by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 31k, uni au) harry and louis hate each other and niall just wants everyone to get along

🦩 When Love Takes Time by sitandadmire / @niallziam

(M, 26k, friends to lovers) Turns out Louis planned a cruise to Hawaii, just for the two of them. The problem? They've been best friends for years, and Marcel is secretly in love with him.

🦩 'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(NR, 26k, a/b/o) When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. 

🦩 what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(E, 22k, fwb) A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for.

🦩 taken by lust’s strange inhumanity by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 20k, a/b/o) The one with all the jealous snarling, awkward first kisses and one unforgettable night.

🦩 Trapezing Secret by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 10k, a/b/o) What will happen when your lazy coworker slash biggest knothead you know discovers your secret? Omega Harry doesn't get the time to ponder his answer.

🦩 The Way to My Heart by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 6k, a/b/o) Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular. The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

🦩 Truth or Drink by @kingsofeverything

(M, 6k, exes to lovers) Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.

🦩 On That Note by @allwaswell16

(E, 6k, a/b/o) Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building.

🦩 Write You A Song by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(G, 5k, neighbors) Harry’s new flat is great but the acoustics are even better. They’re so good in fact that his daily shower concerts start to entertain an audience besides his shampoo bottle.

🦩 Livin' In A Daydream by @lululawrence

(NR, 3k, roommates) Harry originally had thought that the sock he had pulled out was just another one of Louis’ sport socks he left balled up, but when Harry pulled the cuff out, he realized the actual sole of the sock felt… crusty.

🦩 In Time by @allwaswell16

(M, 2k, timestamp) Harry's uncertainty about their relationship began before he ever stepped foot on the plane to Amsterdam. A prequel/timestamp to the fic Bitter Ends Turn Sweet

🦩 Fingertips Putting on a Show by cherrylarry / @beelou

(E, 2k, girl direction) Harry just wants a relaxing self love session in the bathtub when she gets interrupted by a knock on her door.

🦩 Harry, That Kills People by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 2k, organized crime) If there’s one thing that Harry hates, it’s getting his clothes dirty. If there’s one other thing that Harry hates, it’s murder.

🦩 Yours and Mine by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, timestamp) Louis goes to the library with his favourite people, his boyfriend Harry and his son, Max. A Bitter Ends Turn Sweet timestamp

🦩 seven, seven by @nouies

(NR, 1k, a/b/o) “Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

🦩 Completely Oblivious by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(G, 1k, friends to lovers) an interaction with a stranger helps these two finally figure their shit out.

🦩 I'll Get You Through by @hellolovers13

(G, 1k, friendship) Louis will always pick up when Harry calls. Always.

🦩 A Cure for First Show Nerves by @haztobegood

(E, 776 words, canon) Harry calls before Louis' first show.

—Rare Pairs—

🦩 if you want it you can have it by eynap / @panye

(E, 5k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall and Shawn have a drunken one-night stand that turns into more than a few surprises.

🦩 a life that's lived without you by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 1k, Zayn/Liam) In all of his 116 years, Zayn has never quite felt this way about anyone. Liam is so incredibly human, in the worst and best ways. 

#28th appreciation #ficrec #1dficvillage #hltracks #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource

[adaptacy]

Pre-drabble :)

the gears are turning. they are turning. they are SO turning. the fanfic brain is working. and leland is my next target (/pos). so here's a prequel drabble to something that hasnt even been written yet!

Cw: they're so fucking cringe and in love ugh i can't eyeroll (i can)

Survivor!Leland x Afab!Reader (third person)

There was something about her smile. Something so sweet. So innocent. Reminded him of the girls in college. The ones who were in sororities, who'd never faced any sort of trouble- a shiny, practically gleaming, shimmering smile. The kind of smile that your childhood best friend would have.

He could remember a time when he smiled like that. Untouched by the world. Practically on top of the world. He didn't see that kind of smile anymore. He'd stopped seeing them years ago. Stopped searching for them.

He still tried to give that kind of smile, to wear his classic cheesy grin, but people knew, and people talked. People didn't believe his smiles, so he'd stopped giving them. But he was smiling now. Not a toothy grin, but he was smiling. And she was talking, and rambling about a childhood story, and he could've listened forever.

"Oh, there I go again. I'm sorry, what was your question?" She laughed, scratching the right side of her neck.

Leland shook his head. "That's alright, it was a good story. I just wanted to know if you had any extra bags," he asked, looking down at the small container hooked onto her hip, and she nodded.

"Yeah, of course!" She reached into the container, removing a thing plastic film. He took it from her, slipping it into his pocket. "Is he a rescue?"

The man looked down at the gray dog by his ankle, who wagged his tail and looked back up at his owner. "Yeah, he is. Harrier?" He asked, motioning towards the white and brown dog by her side. Her jaw dropped, and she scoffed, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Damn! You're good. Most people assume she's a beagle mutt. How'd you know?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"Been 'round a lotta dogs. You start to pick things up."

"Do you work with them or something?"

"Uh, you could say that, yeah. I help out at a shelter sometimes," he chuckled. "May I?"

"Yeah, totally. She's super friendly," she giggled. Both of them knelt down, and she ran her palm over the mutt's head, and then her fingers came underneath the bottom of his jaw, scratching underneath his neck. "Oh, he's precious," she cooed, her smile somehow growing at the interaction.

He was staring, and he looked back at the Harrier in front of him, who tenderly sniffed his hand. The smaller dog seemed hesitant, and he took his time, only patting her head when he was sure she wouldn't be caught off guard by it. His head tilted, finding the dog somewhat familiar. "Is she a rescue, too?"

"Yeah, I got her about a year ago," the girl replied, letting out an umph as Jacs' head slammed into her shoulder, demanding more pats.

"Jacs, easy," he commanded, but the dog seemed to have caught onto the same magnetism that he did. She didn't complain, simply gave him a kiss on his snout and rubbed along his neck. "Is she from the shelter on the corner of Hansen?"

She looked over at him, and both of them realized how close they were. He took a small step backwards with his knees, and she merely looked away, returning her attention to Jacs. "Yeah, she is. Why?"

"That's where I volunteer," he chuckled. "Kelly, right?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "No way. I mean- yes, but I couldn't let them get away with giving a dog such a human name. Her name's peanut," she giggled, and he couldn't seem to take his smile off of his lips.

It wasn't long before his smile was on your lips too, enjoying the small vibrations of your giggles against his mouth. It drew laughter- real, genuine laughter from him, and you lay on his chest, your head turning to glance at the two dogs on one large dog bed, curled up against one another. There was quiet country music coming from a stereo in the kitchen, filling the air with a sort of domestic tranquility.

"Lee?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I think we should move in together," you said, and his heart fluttered at the thought. He didn't reply immediately, so you continued. "It's just- Peanut and Jacs get along really well, and my lease will be up soon anyways, I mean, not that I need to move in with you, I can always find somewhere else, but-"

"I'd love to," he assured, running his hand up your back. You smiled again, your charming, impossibly sunny smile, and he wanted to kiss you, but he feared that he'd ruin the smile. So instead, he brushed his nose against yours, and you giggled once more.

You suddenly sat up, rolling off of his body and darting into the kitchen, turning the knob on the stereo. "Sing it, Glen!" You laughed, cranking the volume up loud enough that the dogs woke up, stirring from their sleep. Leland sat up, watching as you twirled your way over towards him, outstretching a hand.

He took it, and you yanked him off of the couch, holding it as you twirled.

"Get a house in the hills, you're payin' everyone's bills," you sang, and Leland laughed, joining in with you.

"Country boy, you got your feet in L- Ow, Jacs," Leland grunted, stumbling on his feet as the large dog pawed at him, his tail harshly wacking into Lee's ankle. Peanut barked, jumping up, and you reached down, picking up the dog and twirling with her. Jacs barked, and Leland reached down, rubbing the dogs head, laughing as he did so.

Peanut was placed back onto the floor, and Leland held out a hand, which you took without hesitation. The two of you danced together for a while longer until the song came to a close, and Leland pulled you in close, simply hugging you, appreciating you. And you hugged him back, your hands sliding up his back, but you heard his breath hitch, and you moved them back down.

His smile was soft, and you gave him a gentle squeeze. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he let out a gentle "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too, Lee," you replied, enjoying his warmth for a while longer before you finally pulled away. "Dinner?"

"Hmm... Grilled cheese?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Sounds great."

#adapting to leland mckinney #tcm #leland mckinney #leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney fluff #leland mckinney x reader fluff #leland tcm

[only-in-december]

Hello, I was the Kirk bros anon haha. Two things I would love to have discourse about: one, I feel like Sam isn’t going to make it off the Gorn ship 😭 and if we get a Jim reaction scene I think it’ll actually kill me, and two, do you think that Jim and Sam had nicknames for each other as kids (am I writing a fic? What? No…) like J or JT or Jimmy and Sammy or even Georgie. I have a lot of feelings about this. 😪

Well, howdy, Friend! Oh boy do I have a lot to say on all of that!! Before I get into it all, I want to apologize for taking so long to respond to this. Work has been long lately lol.

So. Let's start with the Gorn Ship part. Sam making it off the Gorn ship is something I deem highly probable, personally based on one key point: SNW is marketed as a direct prequel to TOS. (This isn't saying that I personally see it as being set in the same timeline, but that's a different discussion.)

Canonically, Sam Kirk doesn't die until Stardate 3287.2, and according to Memory Alpha, Hegemony takes place in Stardate 2344.2 which is a few years prior. (Although Stardates aren't always the most consistent. So take that with a grain of salt.) I do hope think we'll get to see more of Jim as they get Sam (and everyone else, I guess) away from the Gorn. But I don't think Sam will die, because of "Operation--Annihilate!" being such an iconic episode, so he's got a little bit of plot armor there.

But Jim's reaction to his brother being taken by the Gorn? Oh My Lanta, I might cry at the thought. That sounds heartwrenching regardless of Sam's survival. I am always up for conversation about this sort of thing, so feel free to disagree with me!!💙

But onto your second question. Childhood nicknames. Those can be tricky, especially coming from siblings. I do think that Jimmy and Georgie were used frequently by their parents, but between the two of them, it's a little more nuanced.

One of my favorite SNW headcanons that you can pry from my cold dead hands, is that Sam didn't really start going by "Sam" until he left home. Jim was the only one who called him that when they were growing up. So in a way, Sam is his childhood nickname. For Jim, I think it was a combination of things. Jim, Jimmy, Jay, JT was a good one too. But really, I think that he probably had some stupid 'brother nickname' like "Mocking Jay" or "Sonny" or something. One of those nicknames that requires like a full ten layers of context that just leaves everyone a little bit confused. I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts on that, though!!

#star trek strange new worlds spoilers #snw spoilers #star trek snw spoilers #star trek strange new worlds #snw #sam kirk #james t kirk #thank you so much for the ask #i absolutely love talking about them!!! #kirk brothers #my sons #babies the both of them really

[princessofxianle]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

well THANK YOU for asking, you are the first to!

tbh ive been meaning to do this on my main blog bc I take these wayyy too seriously lol but ANYWAY heres my top 10 faves (in no particular order) that I can think of (tbh theres prob more i forgot about, or i wanted to keep only 1 per fandom... except tgcf)

Huge Spoiler Warning: for ALL of tgcf, 2ha, aot, AND JJK MANGA!!!

1. Feng Xin (tgcf)

do i even need to explain this one? loyal to a fault, just a cute lil puppy, one hell of a sculpted archers back, and he's head over heels in love with Xie Lian (but tbh same) i have a lot of thoughts about him on a daily basis on this blog (and also theres the #fx backstory au tag)

2. Noé Archiviste (the Case Study of Vanitas)

MY BABY

the absolute bestest boy of EVER... with a LOAD of unprocessed trauma (yknow the typical stuff like seeing your childhood bff get decapitated in front of you) and a lot more to come once we find out how he kills his boyfriend best friend, Vanitas...

i ALSO think about him a lot but over on @noes-pillow

3. Sejanus Plinth (The Hunger Games: tbosas)

hated reading as a child... HATED it... picked up the og trilogy when i was 12 and i was a goner. The funny thing is i still hated reading for YEARS up until i picked up the prequel novel then in 2020, and now ive read all of tgcf, 2ha, and more fanfic than i could ever imagine... all because this stupid boy (i love him) chose to trust the WORST person as his friend, rip sejanus my baby

the movie is v good btw, if you havent seen it you should

4. Xie Lian (tgcf)

*Taizi Dianxia Fang Xin Guoshi General Hua Xie Lian*

how this man survived 800 years of being physically unable to die and never went insane is a mystery i will never be able to fully comprehend (aaand im in love with him... hmm i wonder why...)

5. Mihael "Mello" Keehl (Death Note)

the chocolate-addicted blonde boi that was my first anime crush... by proxy I must also add Mail "Matt" Jeevas because they are a package deal

these two are also the reason i started writing fanfic so they will ALWAYS hold a special place in my heart

6. Xue Meng - (2ha)

*sigh* he's just everyone's fav peacock (yes technically the image is XM 0.5 but he had a cool ass bird so im using this photo bc its COOL anyway...) mengmeng is another one of my trauma bois who has lost next to everything and yet is STILL kicking ass and taking names #thatsmyfuckingsectleader so proud of you my son

also this might get me into hot water here but imma go ahead and say it...

this is what i wanted Jiang Cheng to be... (i LOVE my angy grape but...) through thick and thin, despite EVERYTHING, and even mo ran fucking abandoning him he will still call mo ran his "ge"...

fgjhdfhfdg THEYRE BROTHERS, OKAY???

7. Howl Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle)

ok this one i just simply do not need to explain... if you think i do, go watch this whole movie and then there ya go thats your answer...

GENDER

8. River Song (Doctor Who)

aside from being the character that unlocked my unhealthy obsession with :) Main Character Death :) at the ripe ol' age of 8 YEARS (although Will Turner from POTC also helped on that front... Orlando Bloom my beloved) River's story was a stroke of absolute GENIUS from start to finish and i simply love how Alex Kingston played her...

"You don't expect a sunset to admire you back."

I just love the doomed ones, okay...

9. Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

look... theres *gojo girlies* uwu and then theres GOJO GIRLIES... i couldn't give 2 shits about how he's fan-serviced (tho im not complaining) but have you SEEN the amount of grief pumped into that man? he could explode in a fit of fucking insanity at literally any moment and take the whole goddamn world down with him bc what happened with suguru WASNT FAIR to him and satoru has more than enough power to go apeshit... but he DOESN'T... even after losing so many of his co-sorcerers... he still puts on a brave face to the end in order to protect the childhood of his students even tho his own youth was stolen from him during hidden inventory...

SEE? The DOOMED ones!

10. Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

i read the manga during my last year of uni and when i tell you i SOBBED at the end... yes ofc for obvious reasons, but mostly bc my little Levi loses EVERYTHING. He is the SOLE survivor of the veteran scouts. He's missing multiple fingers, an eye, and the ability to walk. He was the strongest (yowaimo) but wasn't even granted the mercy to die at the end of his narrative! Broke my fucking heart.

BONUS: Morph (Treasure Planet)

he's a morph!!! nuff said <3

fin

#thanks for the ask friend! #gonna rb this to my main too bc i needed a new one of these #alex talks #asks #i swear im gonna wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night remembering a character i forgot lol oh well i tried

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i was going to make a joke here about how the OG anti jedi movement was started by george lucas and is called the prequel trilogy (and they are like garbage as films but not because of that) but i realized that actually as someone whose family luckily is not in star wars a more salient irritation to me is the conversation about The Luke Of It All and like i could go on about this at length but mostly what i want to say is that in high school i decided i wanted to celebrate my eighteenth birthday by having all my friends over and having a marathon of the original star wars trilogy, which we had all grown up with and loved except one girl who had never seen them and when this came to light we were like WHAT????? HOW CAN THIS BE?????? and we were all a little judgmental when she got bored and went to bed halfway through. because we all had been star wars fans since childhood and thought the movies ruled. we were obnoxious and superior teenagers who went to the last two prequels preparing to hatewatch and eager to make fun, and it was consensus (not shared by me, a lifelong lover of critters) that the ewoks were dumb, but our love for star wars was deep and sincere. my dude friends probably had some knowledge of the world beyond the movies even from like video games and maybe some novels idk. anyway. so we sat down on my birthday to watch these movies that we all agreed were awesome and great. and one of my friends was like, “i should count every time luke whines onscreen.” and we were all like LMAO HAHAHA THAT’S SO FUNNY YES DO IT. and he got to like 110 whines by the end of a new hope and then abandoned the bit. but like. one thing that makes me feel insane is if you’d asked me in november 2017 “how do star wars fans feel about luke?” i UNHESITATINGLY would have said, “oh they think he’s a whiny bitch and the most lame character in the movies and also that mark hamill can’t act.” like i can’t emphasize how much this was the reality i knew as a person who liked star wars but in a normal way. i swear i wrote some line to this effect into a piece of fiction at one point. and in fact as a person who tends towards generosity once i’ve decided i like something i also could have told you of the years i spent alone in the luke-loving trenches, coming to his defense because yeah he does whine a lot but that’s part of his charm. it’s part of the magic of the movies, went the argument i swear to you i had made, that if luke is on the screen he’s probably whining. it wouldn’t be the same any other way! this was, i stress again, as per all evidence available to me, a niche opinion. like it was a really hot take to be like “yes luke whines so much… but i like him anyway! and i think mark hamill is pretty good once you get to empire.” so like i feel really truly berenstain/berenstein bears about this universe i portaled into 5 years ago where apparently longtime star wars fans have always thought that luke was awesome and cool and a total hero. like setting aside all debates over artistic merits and narrative consistency and how to read the best star wars movie of all time (the last jedi), it just makes me feel fucking crazy that people would act like “luke sucks” is a concept invented out of thin air by rian johnson in 2017. like it goes against everything about my experience of being a person who has thought the original star wars trilogy is pretty great since i was 8 years old in 1996.

#the serious adult artistic beef i have with this #is that to me the heart of the movies and the most compelling scene by far is the lightsaber duel with vader in return of the jedi #which is another way of saying #that the most memorable and significant thing luke ever did #was to fail - fail hard - fail brutally - fail in a really ugly and disturbing way #and then having failed - having given in - find it somehow in himself to make a different choice #so… like just putting that out there #my dumb and petty beef is that it is insane to me that people carry a grudge about this #but will forgive jj abrams for deciding that han and leia broke up and also raised a school shooter #i think i would be a lot less idiotically capable of reacting to bad tlj opinions #if not for the fact that the culture has decided to act like the force awakens is like #Fine as a film and a totally acceptable entry to star wars canon #it is not and it was not.

[mmkin]

Spoken Truth (Ming-Hua x Ghazan)

Mingzan, because Mingzan. For my fellow Ming Hua x Ghazan fans. A fun, smutty one-shot. NSFW/18+ but no triggers. For those who prefer to read it on AO3, link is here. Story is included under the cut.

Spoken Truth

StrawberryCatBeans: Not only do I and my co-author Haefaciel have our Tahnorra ship in common, but we also love Mingzan, and just as we did for Tahnorra, we put our minds together for this delightful work you see before you. We actually started this years ago and are pleased as punch to finally be able to bring it to the eyes of our fellow Avatar and Mingzan fans. Enjoy!

HaefacielSmilingTitan: It was a pleasure to roleplay Ghazan and Ming Hua because they both had awesome character designs, and watching these baddies kick ass with lavabending and water arm tendrils was entertaining to watch. They work so well as a team. Bolin’s comment about an “unspoken” attraction between the two characters planted the idea that hey, maybe Ghazan had feelings for Ming Hua a long time ago and now he can express that interest. We gladly had these characters enjoy some loving because villains need love too, lol.

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra does not belong to us and is the property of DiMartino, Koneitzko, and all other copyright holders of the franchise. No profit is made off this, we're just Avatar fans creating fun content for other Avatar fans! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated.

I have another Ming Hua story, called Arming Oneself, that happens during her childhood/teenagehood. It’s a short 3-chapter story that can be seen as a prequel to this though I wrote the two projects separately. Reading it is not required, but if you like Ming Hua, there it is because there’s little enough Ming Hua content in the world.

Content Warning – NSFW/18+ content (all consensual) Ming Hua/Ghazan

The story is set after Bolin made his observations about Ming Hua and Ghazan and their unspoken attraction.

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Ming Hua rose from the campfire after dinner, in more than a mood for a bath after their recent tussle with Mako and Bolin and their time with the Earth Queen. She glanced over at P’Li. "Want to join?” the Waterbender asked her friend.

"Not tonight, but thanks."

Ming Hua shrugged and nodded, going over to the pond that lay just beyond the trees and used her water-arms to start stripping herself as she thought about how Ghazan looked at her over dinner, remembering what Bolin had said about them. It was surprising how much truth there was in the young man’s words, at least when she was concerned. She’d admired Ghazan for years, and it felt good being around him again, even just as a friend.

She’d been lonely in the volcano, and had felt almost overwhelmed being with her friends again, and had chalked it off to the high of freedom. But it’d been a while now, and she still felt the same thrill around Ghazan.

Now stripped and her clothes in a safe place, Ming Hua slipped into the water, eyes closing as she felt her element envelop her. With the warm dusty air, the water was a cool welcome, and she felt her muscles relax as she floated in the water for a bit of time.

As Ghazan reclined near the fire, he thought about the teenage Earthbender's words about unspoken attraction. Had the kid just been joking, and his prediction was a silly game that turned out to be an amazing coincidence? Or had he seen something between Ming Hua and himself? Either way, his thoughts about Ming Hua seemed to take a sharper focus ever since that comment and how Ming Hua responded, looking away from him. Yet she seemed to like being around him and they got along. It was confusing. Ever since Bolin made his comment, there seemed to be a bit of a shift between the camaraderie he had with his longtime friend.

He rose to his feet and made his way through the woods, hearing the quiet splashing of the pond. He paused, realizing that purposefully coming across someone taking a bath could be – was – pervy.

Before joining the Red Lotus, Ghazan had wooed a few women. His relationships with those women didn't last long, but he knew what things to say and do that were likely to make a woman melt. Ming Hua wasn’t like most women, though. Would she find a pick-up line charming?

As Ming Hua started moving water along her body, closing her eyes and enjoying herself, she heard the faint crack of a twig being stepped on and spun in Ghazan's direction, ice-blades coming from her water-arms and stopping within inches of him as she saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I just wanted to take a bath too," Ghazan said, giving Ming Hua a non-threatening smile, and raising his hands. He briefly saw her breasts and toned curves, but now wasn't quite the time to admire her physique while she had ice blades drawn on him.

"But... we don't do that," she said, an edge of confusion in her tone. As most people did, she bathed either by herself or around those of the same sex. Not out of distaste for her brothers in the Red Lotus, but as with most people, it was ingrained into her by society.

"That may be true, but Zaheer is always preaching about a new era with no governments and how we are all equal. Men and women should work together and see each other as partners and all that. Who needs gender roles?" he said, parroting some of Zaheer’s words in a light tone. “… Besides, we’re friends. You know I wouldn’t hurt you and besides, you’re in a pond. I’d have to be pretty stupid to try anything there.” He gave her a warm smile.

She wanted to argue for modesty, but Ghazan did have a point. And how long had they known one another? It was a big enough pond, right? "I suppose," she said, conceding the argument to him. "Just let me know when you need the soap and I'll toss it to you."

She then moved into the deeper water and washed herself, turned away from Ghazan, yet she couldn't help but watch him out of the corner of her eye as she guided the soap and water along her body. He sat down beside the pond to take off his shoes before standing up to take off his shirt. Then he slid off the rest of his clothing, bundling them in a loose pile near her clothing, and she had to fight back the urge to stare at him full-on.

He waded into the water until he was chest-high and dunked his head. She heard a sigh of satisfaction after he broke the surface of the water, shaking his head.

“Hmmm. The water feels nice,” he commented. She was blushing from the glimpse of Ghazan's privates... he had a cock that matched his body, long and thick. It caused an ache of arousal in her, and she knew she'd be masturbating with a water whip later. She washed herself and then tossed him the soap, now simply massaging herself, guiding her water arms to work out the tension in her back.

Ghazan watched her, admiring what he was able to see. Her back was pale under the moonlight, and he wondered how it would feel if he ran his hand along it.

"You know, while I was imprisoned in a cage on that wooden boat in the middle of the ocean, I would often think about you when it rained."

She smiled a little at that. "And your face would have been a welcome sight in my cell. I was surrounded by lava, you by water. Funny how that worked out." He was gratified to see that she seemed more relaxed now.

"Being incarcerated for so long did make me think about you. I have desired to be with you before we got caught trying to abduct the Avatar. I thought I'd never get the chance but look at us now. Free from our prisons, naked in a pond together..." he stopped the sentence, smirking, trying not to be too lecherous, but he was sure he was failing. Dammit, it'd been a long time since he'd been laid.

"To be honest, I never thought that you might feel for me that way. I'm an armless woman, few men want that as a partner and the ones that seek out women like me are just… ugh." Ming Hua whispered. "I've admired you for your determination to master your element and life, and... I had the feeling that you respected me before and then Bolin said it and I caught you looking at me..." She was blushing now.

"I admire how you can use your Waterbending, arms or not. As for these idiots who only see an armless woman… well, I've seen you kick way more ass than most men who had arms. You’re pretty cool." He slowly made his way closer to Ming Hua. “I have a lot of respect for you.”

"But do you... really want me? Do you find me attractive at all?" She noticed what he was doing, and took a shy step back.

"Yes, I want you. You're a strong, beautiful woman. I enjoy your sarcastic wit. During the clear starry nights in my prison, I would picture your face in the constellations and I would miss you terribly."

"Oh, Ghazan." She had a misty smile on her face, and when he stepped forward, she did not move away. her heart was pounding from nervousness and excitement as Ghazan's biceps became more visible in the moonlight. Oh, to have arms so she could run her hands along these biceps…

"Ming Hua," Ghazan murmured as he reached to cup her face, leaning down to give her a surprisingly chaste kiss. She melted into the kiss, leaning into her would-be lover, her breasts coming into contact with his chest. His other arm wrapped around her as he deepened the kiss, seeking entry by prodding her lips with his tongue.

She felt the gentle probing at her lips and relaxed them, letting him pull her close. As she felt the arm wrap around her, she complied with it, allowing him to pull her body flush to his own, so she was able to feel his manhood against the inside of her hip.

Ming-Hua tasted like water to him and he loved it. His hands roved over her curves, enjoying the feel of her. He broke the kiss, groaning softly when he felt his manhood against her flesh.

With a shift of her hips, she ground against his pelvis, getting a good estimate of its size as she regarded him with a small smirk. "Being alone in prison with no pussy must have been hard, huh?"

"Fffff, yes." he groaned as his hand grabbed a breast and kneaded it carefully.

"Then... why don't we make up for lost time? Think of the things you've wanted to do to me while you were in prison, Let's do them." she purred. He stared at her for several moments, like a man who’d just been told that he won the lottery.

“Yes. Oh gods, yes,” Ghazan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he realized that he was finally about to deepen this attraction that was now spoken. She smirked and wrapped herself around Ghazan, her legs around his middle, and her water arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

“Baby… you have no idea how this makes me feel,” Ghazan whispered, cradling the back of her head with his hand as he pulled them out of the water. There was some nice and thick grass along the pond, and she shivered as she felt the blades on her back as she was lowered to it. Ghazan was a glorious sight in the moonlight, naked, his cock becoming even thicker in the warm evening air, and she felt a fresh stab of arousal as she imagined how he would feel against her, and within her. Under the moonlight, her water arms looked ethereal, glinting as they reflected the moon while they writhed around his neck and shoulders.

“Can I taste it first?” he asked, gaze moving downward. She gave out a velvety laugh of delight and nodded, loosening her grip so that he could position himself. He descended upon her hungrily, spreading her open with two fingers so that he could admire and taste her folds, feeling her shiver and clench as he slid a finger and then another inside. She sighed in enjoyment as his tongue flicked across her clit, massaging it as her thighs pressed against his cheeks.

His cock ached, but for the moment, Ming Hua was the star of the show and he treated her as such, loving up on her, using his fingers and mouth to the best of his ability, hearing her muffled squeal as she reached the peak of her pleasure, grinding herself against his face. He felt her water arms writhe against him, his cock throbbing afresh as he tasted her juices, continuing to work her with his fingers in a languid manner.

“Mmm. You enjoyed that, didn’t you,” he asked with a knowing purr as he raised his head to look down at her. The moonlight washed out the color in her pale skin, but her cheeks were rosy.

"I couldn't even touch myself in prison. Without water-arms, I was very bored, indeed." she moaned, welcoming his attention.

"Well, I'm glad I could lend you a hand. Let me know and I’ll do it for you any time." he joked before his tone became more serious. She looked beautiful in her afterglow, her eyelids fluttering, her breasts moving slightly with each breath.

She smirked at that and shivered as he sat up, his erection in view. It ached for attention, thick and hard. She rose to reach with a water tendril, giving it a firm stroke. It twitched under her touch, and she wrapped the water around him, letting the smooth appendage glide along his heated flesh. It wasn’t the first organ she had seen, but the first one she would deign to allow inside of her. It was a bit silly that she should feel so nervous as she’d not been a teenager for a good while, but a first time was a first time. At least she had found a worthy partner.

"Mmm... like that?" she whispered, seeing how he arched into that, oozing a bead of precum at the tip as she gave his erection a firm squeeze.

“Oh… yes. Way better than my hand, even if the water's cool." He wiggled his hip forward, highlighting the taut planes of his lower stomach and thighs.

"Yes, that feels good. Keep doing that." he grinned. She grinned and did just as he asked, wiggling her body closer to his. "Did you fantasize about me when we were in prison?" she whispered.

"How could I not fantasize about you?" he purred, reaching up to caress her face with his fingers. She leaned her head into his hand.

"And is this... living up to your expectations?" she smiled as she sat up. She let the water slide away from his cock before lowering her head to start kissing and licking him, tasting the warm, clean flesh, pushing back the foreskin so she could suck on the head.

"Ah! Yes." he groaned. Plenty enough fantasies to be had. A few about P'Li, and even Zaheer, but most of his fantasies centered around Ming Hua. Water snaked up and around his balls, giving him a massage, and he had to resist the urge to just shove her head down on him.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to…” His orgasm was coming up on him faster than he’d expected. Probably from being pent-up for so long.

"I do believe that is the point," she quipped before she increased her ministrations, giving him his long-awaited release, which she happily swallowed, her head bobbing up and down. His head lolled forward as he watched her, running his fingers along her dark hair. It was so erotic to watch her lick him clean, and he felt his flesh stir to life again.

"Do you want to go further?" he asked. She nodded at that as she kissed her way up his chest, taking delight in the well-sculpted flesh, feeling his heartbeat as she kissed his solar plexus. She kissed up his neck and the side of his face.

"Ghazan, I would have no one but you to take me..." she whispered into his ear, happy that he was asking her, even though she would have let him do it anyway.

She felt his hands caress her sides as he eased her onto the grass, and she felt her heart pound a bit out of nervousness. She looked up at him as he pried her knees apart, caressing the inside of the joints with his thumbs as he did so, giving her a reassuring smile.

“I've thought so often of this. Of you like this, waiting for me, wanting to receive… and share… my passion. Fuck, but you're gorgeous, and I can't believe I'm finally getting to do this. This is a dream come true." His hands slid along her body, feeling her writhe happily in response.

“You’re not quite there yet…” She lifted her pelvis, wiggling it at him. “There’s one more thing to do, big boy.”

He laughed at that before his hands slid to her hips and he positioned himself at her quivering womanhood. He half expected to wake up and find out that this was all just one intense dream. She looked at him, lifting her chin in a gesture of invitation.

He took it, plunging forward, feeling her gasp and arch against him. When he was firmly ensconced within her, he gave her hips a firm squeeze.

“You good?” he asked, feeling her squirm around a bit.

“You’re so big, so thick,” she breathed, and he felt her clench around him, her lithe form responding to its girthy intruder.

“Few compliments please a man as much as that,” he replied glibly as he rolled his hips, causing her to give out a quiet keen.

“Ghazan… Ghazan…” She arched as he picked up the pace, shoving his thick flesh within her previously untried tunnel. There was an edge of pain, but the more he moved against her, the more that faded, her body acclimating to and then welcoming the intruder. She could sometimes feel the ridge of the head as it moved against her strained vaginal muscles, wondering how something could feel so good.

No wonder Zaheer and P’Li liked to sneak off to do these sorts of things. Looks like she would be doing the same in the future…

When he orgasmed and they kissed and cuddled for a bit, she roused him again and climbed on top, using her water arms for leverage.

“I’m never going to get tired of this,” the lavabender groaned as he thrust up into her, her head and breasts shaking with each jab. He reached up to grab one of her tits, massaging it and feeling her grind against him in an appreciative response.

“Fuck, I hope not,” came her gasping response before he rewarded her with a particularly sharp thrust that had her seeing stars.

If he could choose any one day in his life to relive over and over, this would be it, Ghazan mused to himself as he lay there with his lover who was loosely spooned to his side. One of his hands slid along her body idly, taking comfort in her presence. Even though he knew she did not register touch through her water arms like one would with flesh arms, he still took comfort in the water arms that were sliding along his body. He knew she had some sense of his form and skin, and whatever else she might manipulate with her water arms, and if she enjoyed touching him, then he wasn't going to stop her.

“I suppose we have to return to camp sometime,” Ming Hua said with a small sigh. “Only I don’t want to sleep alone…” Zaheer and P'Li shared their tent. Now that she was lovers with Ghazan, why sleep by herself, especially when his body was so warm...

"You're welcome to share my bed." he smiled. "We should get back to camp before Zaheer or P'Li come looking for us."

She nodded and slowly rose to her feet, looking glorious in the starlight with her naked body. She smiled and looked down at him, sprawled out on the grass. "I'm tempted to climb on top of you." she teased.

"And ride my ‘drill’ again? I think we would both enjoy that," he quipped.

She let out a soft, velvety chuckle at that. "Well, there's always tomorrow night," she said sweetly.

He grinned as he stood up and started to dress himself, Ming Hua doing the same. She filled her water gourds and the two of them ambled back to the campsite. Zaheer was meditating, P'Li was not seen as she was in Zaheer's tent. “Night!” Ming Hua called out. Zaheer gave a brief nod of acknowledgment, and she let Ghazan take her blankets and put them in his tent, mixing them with his own for added warmth.

The two of them cuddled, and she felt warm and happy in his arms. However later on it started to become warm in the tent, and her shirt started to feel too warm for her, especially with Ghazan shirtless. In the tent she did not have her water arms, so she tried to wiggle out of it without waking him up but was not successful as he rolled over, staring at her blearily.

"I'm hot," she whispered. "I was trying to take off my shirt and didn't mean to wake you up. Would you mind taking it off me?" Under the shirt, she had her tank top.

"Sure." He sat up and helped remove her shirt, placing a few kisses along her neck as he did so. "Is that better?"

"Mmm, yes." She smiled and laid back down, resting her head against his arm. She felt his hand gently slide along her side, relaxing under it.

“I’m glad I came to see you tonight,” Ghazan said. “After what that kid said, it was stuck in my head, and I came to realize that there was a reason why it was stuck there in the first place, right?”

“Out of the mouths of babes…” she said, shaking her head. She and Ghazan were no longer young. But they could still make up for lost time, come what may.

#writing #strawberrycatbeans #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #ming hua #mingzan #avatar the legend of korra #ming hua x ghazan #ming hua/ghazan

[tyrahmen]

I know I’m 15 years late, but I need to talk about the Professor Layton prequel games.

Includes spoilers for Last Specter, Miracle Mask and Azran Legacy. Because I have words to say.

As a kid, I was a huge fan of the original three Layton games. Even though it was a long time ago, I still have fond memories of pouring over the riddles with my brother. We also watched the movie together some time back then, but only recently upon rewatching it did I find out that it belongs to a prequel series of games.

I got my hands on them and immediately my love for the games was reignited. I absolutely adore Last Specter, it was everything I still held dear in my memories and more. I finished the game at almost 100% in only two days or so. I’m planning on replaying the original games soon, but Last Specter might just stay my favourite game of them all.

Then I jumped into Miracle Mask and… I don’t want to say I hated it, but I struggle to find a less intense word to describe my disappointment. I really disliked the 3D graphics, the new controls, and most importantly, almost every single screen of the game. Professor Layton, for me, equals a cozy but slightly mysterious setting. It equals calm. Monte d’Or is anything but. It’s colorful and visually noisy, and that combined with the 3D graphics I dislike made for a very exhausting experience. I ended up rushing through the game to get it done instead of enjoying it and seeking out every puzzle I could.

I guess I went into Azran Legacy with lower expectations, because I found the graphics and controls much more tolerable there (even though I still don’t quite like them). It’s still competing with Miracle Mask for least favourite in my list simply because of the story.

Now don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy the story for the most part. It just… takes away so much from the other stories, especially from the previous two games. I loved the Layton stories in great part because they are so personal – the mystery is meaningful because it means something to characters we love/get to love throughout the game. Azran Legacy’s story is too grand. It affects the whole world, takes place throughout the whole world, and feels like it spreads itself too thin because of it. It doesn’t have enough time for individuals because there’s so much to do. And in the face of such high stakes, what was the meaning of saving a single town in Last Specter or Miracle Mask? That Garden of Healing, that was so important at the end of Last Specter because it means Arianna can live, is now relegated to being “just one of the Azran ruins”, just like the ruins of Akbadain (or however you write it, I can’t quite remember sorry), which had so much meaning to our beloved Professor and his childhood friends. Which, by the way, despite being alluded to being incredibly vital in unveiling the Azran Legacy, have no role besides like a half-sentence in the third game.

And… the ending. I refuse to accept what they did to Emmy as canon because it feels less like a plot twist and more like a “Oh, we forgot these are prequels and we need a reason for her not to be in the other games”. It doesn’t fit her character at all. It’s not a betrayal from her, but from the writers – they made this really cool character that we love and care about, and then, three games and a movie in, go like “haha jinx, she was against you this entire time”. Like—no?? Have you read your own characterization of her? Because I did, and there wasn’t a single line that didn’t read “she genuinely cares about the Professor and Luke and EVERYONE THEY MEET”. She saw how Targent treated people. No way would she still be unquestioningly loyal to Bronev, especially after knowing the Professor for a while. If you wanna drop this kind of “plot twist” on a main character, making them go completely against their morals and their previous characteristics, you have to have at least one thing, literally anything that foreshadows it. The Professor more or less got closure with his family matters there (which also seemed a little bit shoe-horned in, in my opinion, they could have just left it out and it still would have been fine), but the conclusion of everyone else’s arcs felt… so unsatisfying. Emmy I already went into way too much detail about. But Aurora too – her death was so cliché I couldn’t even be sad about it. They literally did the exact same with her as with Loosha, the “sacrificed herself so we don’t have to figure out the consequences of her existing in this universe”. I already didn’t like it in Last Specter, but I could accept it. But them pulling the same thing at the end of the series just feels cheap.

I think this is enough of a rant. If anyone ever reads this far, thank you! Feel free to let me know what you think/thought about the development of the games, and which one of all of them is your favourite.

I’m gonna go replay Curious Village now. It’s been so many years I barely remember the story, so let’s see if I remember any puzzles :D

#professor layton #professor layton and the azran legacy #azran legacy spoilers #last specter #hershel layton #emmy altava #miracle mask #eternal diva

[thedosianexplorer]

Hagging Out - Veneration

This is a prose-only entry this month (click here for the adorable prequel image) and it is late because, well, *gestures at this human existence in 2022 America*. I haven’t shared my writing in some time but it is one of the many ways I venerate privately. Content mentions for US current events re: the Club Q/Pulse shootings, Supreme Court rulings, the general experience of being a queer American and former Catholic. Other relevant content mentions are in the tags below!

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Veneration used to mean a holy water font booked to the door, laminated prayer cards, statues of Mary that were given to the students who learned their catechism the fastest, the clack of rosary beads. Plastic, wood, metal, semiprecious stones. Clouds of incense wreathing our church calendar and our photo of Pope John Paul II. These things were in my childhood home to remind me that down the road was the church, and we had to show that we acted like we were in that church always. God, the Son, the Spirit, Mary, all the angels and saints, and the host of beloved dead. The Church Triumphant trumpeting loudly onto focus on every room. I made my first shrine this way, to Mary. Besides the obligatory Precious Moments crucifix nailed to my wall (yes, really, these exist), my shrines were to her, my prayers to her, and besides her, the saints, the Spirit, and the angels preoccupied me. I am proud to be an apostate of my old faith, but I was born on a Marian feast and she of any of them can find me still. Now she just has to share space.

My shrines are one of the first things you see walking into my home. They’re like comfortable seats for surprise visits from friends or older relatives. Veneration is still an act, but it no longer feels like a graded performance. This is my home and my temple. My gods know where to find me.

It is the first day of November and my partner is in the worst pain I have ever seen him in, which is saying something about a man for whom subluxations are a frequent enemy. Frigg finds me in the medicine cabinet pulling together the medications that can stand in for the stronger stuff in a pinch. Her light is a thrum across my shoulders as I call dentists, wrangle insurance, make sure there is enough food in the fridge. I often ask Her to help me find abundance and work with it. Patience yields a lead, an open appointment later in the week when every other clinic won't be open until March. The clinic opens doors with a referral, a consultation just five weeks away. The medications start to work. At Frigg’s altar (my kitchen) I mash up leftovers of beef stew and stir in dried basil I grew for Her.

Freyja has another cat for me and this one looks like he’s here to stay. I take care of the outdoor cats as a devotional act because She has kept mine safe. I’ve rehomed many strays over the years and gotten young ferals used to human company. Cryptid came to me just before Samhain two years ago, and this year the Sunday after Samhain my partner found a little black kitten curled against our porch. Within minutes, my partner decided. “His name is Zagreus.” It was the afternoon before the temperatures would drop below freezing at night, and he was barely weaned. His eyes were still blue and he clung to us immediately. I brought him up to Her shrine to say hello, and to ask for help getting him to the vet. As it happened, there was an opening at the same time I had to drop Cryptid off for surgery (this is an exceptionally rare occurrence at my vet). He is healthy, and the other cats have accepted him and taught him their catlore with a readiness that surprised us both veteran cat owners. He’s sleeping next to me now, and his eyes are turning a brilliant amber.

Cryptid’s surgery comes on a Wednesday, Odin’s day. I offer strong coffee for safe travels and our Lyft drivers are swift- they even wore masks! I am wrung-out with anxiety but of all my gods he understands that. Even though I ache through with stress and the toll of new kitten energy I feel cajoled to a Wednesday night walk, my usual ritual with him. I go, and go, and walk farther than I expected, and the old man smiles with a gift: a pristinely kept, solid wood and wrought iron coffee table the perfect height for my reading chair just… placed under a streetlight by the dumpster. He has left other gifts this way- a natural quartz point smoothed with years of rain, a solid copper candle-holder, and now this ideal replacement for the table that just broke. I whisper, “Odin give me strength” and somehow I can heft this heavy thing all the way home.

Macha is who I turn to when I am tired of running or being beholden to the whims of unjust rulers. She knows the burdens of both well. Until February (or longer), all of my student loans are forgiven now but a single Trump-appointed judge in Texas just decided to derail the already delayed day that forgiveness comes to pass. Now it’s up to the Supreme Court who have already decided to curtail my rights in other ways to decide. I didn’t have much to talk about with Her besides that coming right after the midterms, but I was glad to have Her shrine to stop at and catch my breath. 

The Transgender Day of Remembrance falls on a Sunday, Hel’s day in my home. Each year I write the names, light the candles, sing the death songs, and this year it comes early. The news from Colorado Springs finds me in 2022, about to sleep, and in 2016, in the memory of too-bright hotel sunlight. The way of the gods is not linear and neither is grief. In my bedroom my partner and I check on friends and pray. I remember the Sunday morning when the joyful frenzy of AnimeNext fell silent with 49 names from Pulse. Hel is there as I walk the convention floor and listen to a mother’s worry that she wants her teens to be safe wearing those flags with their costumes. I do not tell her that my family doesn’t know I’m queer, that this is the first time I have heard a mother want her children to be out and proud. I tell her something but the words are lost with the sight of her daughter watches the doors behind her friends’ backs and fidgeting with the flag draped over her shoulders. Hel guides me home, bone-white and corpse-blue, cloaked in late autumn fog. She is with me, cemetery silent, in the late hours of grief. For hours I weep for people I will never know. She is much larger than I, and shoulders the weight of what I cannot. I make crockpot applesauce spiked with red wine and honey to warm us both. 

Badb is never far. She found me first, before I knew Her by name. I can find Her in rage, in fear, in triumph. This month has brought it all in plenty. I offer pomegranate wine and angrily wrest my peace back from all that subdues it. She is with the part of me that is left when I think there are no more logs to toss on the fire, the choice in every ember to catch or snuff out entirely. She guides the discernment to see which is needed. 

Mórrígan shares war wisdom and cold comfort as I wait on hold with insurance to remind them that, yes, I do still need the medication I’ve been prescribed since birth and yes, that medication I have taken every day for the past twelve years too. I pour out the acid in the pit of my stomach and imagine it full of the chilly cave water that runs through Her fit abode. I drink my ice water and the panic attack passes. A crow flies overhead as I walk the several miles to the pharmacy. I spoke up and my medication is the cheapest it’s been in years. I honor Her with the victory.

Loki popped in the last Tuesday of November to tell us that if we didn’t take a fucking break we’d keel over. By which I mean, we found ourselves with a massive Postmates coupon, a rainy drizzle, toasty pajamas, our massive beanbag chair and five cats that want nothing more to hibernate with us. I usually bake with them but as tired as I am, I know he enjoyed the heaping portion of tiramisu and cannolis. Even though we only had a few free hours that night it felt like a whole day of rest. 

#witchy things #hagging out #alcohol mention #food mention #homophobia #us current events #pagan #norse heathenry

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Posting this because it's a perfect segment to a fic that will likely never be finished or published. Part of the very long and involved prequel to my VDL Verse.

1930s au Geralt and Eskel as children feat badly translated Polish, vague allusions to the rest of the fic.

June 10th 1932 - Vesmir 

“... no papers, no one waiting for ‘em” Harlow is saying, leading Vesmir through the rabbit warren passages of the Ellis Island detention center “We were gonna send ‘em back but I remembered you mentioning wanting to see any orphans we got and thought of you” Vesmir winces at the implications of the sentence; here in the concrete and tiled hall voices carry and Harlow is about as quiet as a fog horn. 

“Send them back where?” Vesemir asks instead. He’s sweating beneath the brim of his stetson, in the June sun the hallways of Ellis Island become an oven, fit to bake people alive. 

Harlow shrugs “No idea. Neither of ‘em speak a word of English. The towhead is Polak I think but I’ve got nothing on the other - speaks no language I’ve ever heard before”

"If you take one you have to take 'em both" Harlow continues, taking out his ring of keys to open up one of the steel doors lining the hallway "had to take the older one for lice treatment a few weeks ago and the towhead nearly scratched my orderly's eyes out. Screamed themselves hoarse both of 'em poor mites" 

The cell is spartan, bare walls, two empty wire bedframes, a single barred window out of which Vesemir can make out the glitter of Manhattan Bay. The boys have built themselves a nest in the corner; mattresses pulled from the bedframes, blankets piled into a wall. They're sitting on it when the door opens, all wide eyes and terrified frowns, pressed together close despite the oppressive heat. 

The younger boy is less towhead than albino; hair a silvery-wite rats nest and eyes an odd sun-bleached brown, nearly yellow. He hisses at Vesemir and Harlow, curls close against his companion’s side. 

His companion is closer to double digits in age, face angular with starvation and dehydration, olive skin stretched thin over the fine bones. He has dark hair, closer to black than brown, and eyes like deer’s eyes; deep brown and soulful. He doesn’t make a sound at their approach, just maneuvers himself so his companion is at his back; a shield, a protector. 

Vesemir loves them both already. 

He kneels down to get closer to their eye level, takes off his hat to show more of his face. They flinch from him. He tries not to take it personally.

“I’m a friend” he says “I’m here to take you somewhere safe”

The boys look at him blankly. 

“Told you” Harlow says “not a word of english between the two of ‘em” 

“Aby zabrać Cię w bezpieczne miejsce” he tries, the language of his childhood feeling awkward on his tongue “pomogę Ci” 

The albino perks up at the familiar words, a sudden wash of understanding and relief crossing his face. His companion remains baffled; wide eyes darting between Vesemir and Harlow and back again as though searching for a threat.

“Jak się nazywasz?” he asks him. 

“Geralt” the child replies, voice whisper quiet, small fingers going white-knuckled around his companion’s wrist as though afraid someone will try and separate them. 

“And who is your friend?” he continues in Polish, gesturing to Geralt’s protector who, as though realizing he’s being spoken about stands a little taller and glares a little harder. 

“Eskel” 

"Tell Eskel it's going to be alright. I'm here to take you boys to a new home, a new family. I'm not going to hurt you" 

Geralt nods solemnly and taps at Eskel’s cheek. When the other boy looks he begins speaking in gestures, nearly too fast for Vesemir to follow. He wonders if the other - Eskel - is deaf or if this is just the way the two of them have figured out how to breach the language barrier. 

Back in the present Vesemir watches from the doorway of Eskel’s hospital room as Geralt's hand moves against Eskel’s limp palm. Signing in that old familiar language they'd shared before the spoken word "safe" he signs "You're safe. You're safe"

Smart he thinks resourceful. They're perfect. 

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Eskel doesn't respond, doesn't move. 

Geralt’s eyes when they meet Vesemir’s are red-rimmed and exhausted, full of the sucking emptiness of a pain too great to bear. 

#vdl verse #geralt of rivia #Eskel #my fic #my writing

[fauxkaren]

Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 - 9/10

The heavens blessed me and granted me a sequel (well... sort of a prequel for some characters) series to one of my all time favorite dramas and it didn’t suck! Since most dramas are envisioned to just be a single series, I’m always nervous when there is a second series because I don’t know if they can really recapture the magic. But I think that this series was a worthy successor AND it seems like it was setting up for a third series so I am thrilled about that. 

SO. The plot. Lee Yeon is living happily in 2023 after the events of the original series when he is sent on a mission back in time to the year 1938 to retrieve the Guardian Stone. Back in 1938, he meets the 1938 version of his younger brother Lee Rang who died to save him in 2020. He also reunites with his childhoods friends, with whom he trained to become a mountain god. As Lee Yeon is stuck in the past for a month, he works to protect the Guardian Stone and to stop the thief who stole it in the first place.

My precious son, Lee Rang, made me cry again. So you know, I have to love this series. lol. I would say that this series was way more concerned with the interpersonal conflicts vs the larger magical goings on which is 10000% fine by me. Obviously the interpersonal relationship that I went into the series with the most investment in was the complicated sibling relationship between Lee Yeon and Lee Rang, and this sequel series did not disappoint on that front!

The other interpersonal relationship at the center of this series is the deep bond of friendship between Lee Yeon and the two other mountain gods who trained alongside him. (The fourth mountain god who was in the first series is MIA and gets like one throwaway line mentioning him, and I have to assume that the reason for this is that Lee Kyu-hyung who played that character was booked and busy, lol. So they just kinda pretended he was irrelevant? idk.)  As children, they were the best of friends, but now find themselves at odds with each other.

My one major criticism is that they chose to set this series during the Japanese colonial period which is a really fascinating backdrop to choose, but then it feels like the show doesn’t really take full advantage of it. It seemed almost like an afterthought. And, honestly, this feels like a direct result of the series being 12 episodes vs the standard 16. If there had been a full 16 episodes, I think the show would have done more with the historical setting. As it stands, the independence fighter storyline felt like an afterthought until the end where they needed to center it in order to give the finale a big battle while still leaving the Old Mountain God storyline open for a third series.

#karen watches kdramas #tale of the nine tailed 1938 #lol i will probably start spamming you all with gifsets of this show soon

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Cook of Love

Cook of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x OC (July niece of Leonardo)

Prompt: Day 4 [august 12th] - Cooking // "Well, I tried to warn you."

Part of  Napoleon week 2022 held by @xxsycamore and @batteryrose

Tag: Domestic Fluff Secret kisses

Word Count: 1.466

Author’s Note: Sort of prequel of Ambition of Love

Created to show my love for Napoleon with gratitude to the creator of thsi wonderful challenge, here it is a piece centered around our boy and his native island, along the adventure he has with his childhood lover and future bride July, appearance of their families and of his sibling Joseph, who by the way always has been easy to boss around for his younger and more determined brother Napoleone, for their names I used the corsican language version they must have spoken in reality. 🧐

I hope so much you will like it and I can not wait to hear my dear mutual @kissmetwicekissmedeadly opinion on it. 😉

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it. 😊

Corsican summer were famous to be warm gifted by a sun whose heat know no boundaries, bathing everything in sight in his bright rays as a gentle breeze brushed through flowers bushes and fruits trees carrying their scent in the air amidst the village houses where a peculiar mediterranean melody was being played with clangor of pots and cutlery resonating along hearty laugh and chit chats, dog barking in the distance accompanied the screeching of the seagulls and the sounds of the cicadas typical of the lazy atmosphere taking over the village after meals with adults busy to talk over serious stuff, such as politic and dowry matter sipping coffee and light liquors like amaretto all accompanied with sweet treats while children playing freely around the grass fighting and making peace in few seconds, bonding over to sneak unnoticed some sweets to hide in their clothes to eat together away from prying eyes to avoid getting scolded.

Meanwhile a peculiar pair of youngsters preferred to stay inside, where a boy was too busy preparing a lavish dinner to waste time outside, helped by his best friend, who even though was guest of his along her family preferred help him rather than facing inappropriate questions about engagement and marriage, things she did not confessed but dare say despised to think when not involving him but too shy to confess her desire she chose to hide away in the kitchen with him, the one and only boy who caught her eyes and stole her heart since the first time he protected her from the bully pestering her, sticking with her ever since.

All the home was by sunset warmed by the heat of boiling pots as a delicious scent was carried over by the air reaching even the open aired leisure area, its warm colors tinting everything in sight as a pair of voices resonated in the little kitchen melted with accomplices whispers and hearty laugh of the two improvised chefs, seeing her intensely looking at the red juice boiling happily in the pot he was stirring he dipped a spoon in it, blowing lightly over it before giving to to her

“Careful is hot.” she nodded swiftly before sliding a side of the wooden spoon with the tomato juice between her lips savouring it, letting its rich taste invade her palate even though he was not wrong about the temperature and she should have listed to his advice, wasting no time she took poured herself a glass of water from pitcher, gulping it down trying to refresh her burning tongue 

“It is not hot Leone … it boils.”

“Well I tried to warn you.” he shook his head faking exasperation at her friend stubbornness but then her green eyes took on such faked sad expression pouting like a child he could not help surrender to her adorableness, reaching to caress her cheeks as he murmured softly 

“You should have been more careful July.”

“I know…but your cooking is delicious and I wanted a taste.” she confessed an innocent smirk curled her lips 

“Ahh my impatient little nunuche, what should I do with you ?” a foxy expression glimmered in her green eyes as she smiled at him “Maybe a kiss can heal it ?”

“You are such a naughty girl.” he murmured, caressing her chin “How can I deny you something when you ask so nicely ?” gently he leaned over melting his lips softly on her, feeling the grip of her fingers on his shirt as she tried to steady herself, slowly they pulled away panting heavily as he leaned his forehead to her whispering few inches from her lips

“Je t'aime tellement ma Reine, toujours et pour toujours.” 

“Je t'aime aussi mon Roi, les mots ne me suffit pas.” 

A sudden noise make them jolt back toward the door, her hands reaching for his squeezing it in fear as he reassuringly brushed his thumb over her back to reassure her, hiding them both behind his back as an unexpected visitor popped up in the kitchen, short brown hair and meek hazelnut eyes stared at them hesitant in his words coming out in a mild quiet voice

“Someone out there is a bit hungry and they sent me to ask how it is going ?” he confessed shyly looking up at his brother, whose authority never failed to make him obey every command of his spoken with the wisdom and might of an older brother the same he should have had but failed to, shifted to his determined and ambitious younger sibling.

“Everything is almost ready Giuseppi, you can start adjusting the dining room.” 

“Alright Napulione if you need a hand call me.” 

“Thank you but I already have one.” she chuckled lightly as he squeezed her hand 

“We were lucky it was him.” he said as he slide away to obey his order 

“I know… we have to be careful.” 

“We should but you are too cute … I want to spend all eternity kissing you.” 

“Me too.” she left a light kiss on his cheek enough to leave them desiring for more to which both yearned to give in once they would have been properly married after their engagement or so their families said, not before dowry and house matters would have been settled down that was.

They continued to cook side by side until everything was ready to be served, yielding compliments to the chefs all through dinner they both accepted radiating with happiness but humbly brushing them away, their cheeks flushed with shyness as their gazes were locked to one another smiling softly at their kisses a secret only for them to know, looking away only when their parents started talking again as they found themselves involved in their discussion, unknowingly brushing their fingers over their lips where a certain warmth lingered from the forbidden deeds they gave in away from prying eyes in the kitchen, far from being the first time eliciting in them emotions making them feel like it was.

By the time the dinner finished it was so late his family invited them to over, free to take the place they so often occupied in two guest room of the house, leaving the moon only witness of the peculiar exchange of bed later that night as a certain girl slide noiselessly around the house to sneak into his best friend bedroom leaving his older brother sleep soundly in what should have been her bed, his jade eyes widened with surprise as a triumphant grin appeared on his lips making hard for him to suppress a laugh at her boldness but after all he was not surprised for this was far from being the first time she dared to do such naughtydeed for too many nights to count were spent that way thanks to the bond between their families, still they were no children anymore and they were well aware that what was once an innocent act was now becoming dangerous and forbidden, an heavy sigh escaped his lips as he was looking wistfully at her sliding carefreely as usual under the covers, the air was not so frizzy but a cold shiver run down his spine at the thought someone could have discovered them, they were doing nothing wrong but still rumors would have very much spread around town at this her reputation would have been irreparably tainted more than his, the mere idea of not seeing her anymore forced to a displeasing marriage was enough to make his heart clench painfully, he shook his head clearing his mind setting aside his fear only to make her happy, a glimpse of playfulness flickered in her green eyes smiling proudly at him brushing off doubts and fears with her sweet voice “Good morning Leone or better good night.”

“You never learn do you ?” he smiled softly at her sliding his fingers on her cheeks whispering softly “Mia piccola nunuche.” she giggled softly proceeding to sweep away the tension he felt a moment before with her innocence and carefree chats and sooner than he realized they found themselves engrossed in talking about dreams and expectations, sharing secrets and projects with light forbidden kisses chuckling like children under the warm comfortable duvets faking to sleep whenever they heard strange noises around the house, the aster only witness of that peculiar sleepover engulfed in love.

Switching places only at dawn smiling conspiratorially all through breakfast ready for another day they would have spent together, enjoying every moment of that lovely warm summer they would have always come back to recall to one another, smiling happily in their shared bedroom in the Royal palace all their to rule their country from with the deep rooted love they felt for one another all eternity.

Mia piccola - My little

#napoleon week 2022 #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon #my writing #original character #ikemen vampire july original character #ikevamp

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

STEVEN UNIVERSE HUMAN/MODERN AU’s:

The two AU’s are under the cut, let me know what you like if you want. I’m open to ideas, but only if you want.

Universe one: Modern with magic: Lapidary.

Homeworld is a continent where the magic comes from. The diamonds are the original source, but were spread across the world to expand their reach under the guise of regular business. Blue is in Ireland, Yellow is somewhere in the US, White stays on the magic Mainland.

Pink and Rose are separate people, the latter making a smear campaign against her and the other diamonds. Pink stages a faked death to get away from everything, Rosalia changes her name to Rose and Pink’s secretary Pearl comes with her on a new life.

The diamonds send their forces to catch her, but fail to find any sign of the legendary Rosalia.

Ruby and Sapphire were originally from the mainland, but after inadvertently mixing their magic, they were outcast and escaped to the rest of the world. They eventually ran into Rose and Pearl, becoming close friends with them before leaving to England. They have a daughter called Garnet, who shows signs of developing powers at twenty years old, and they decide to have her join an old friend.

Amethyst was one of the potentially younger test subjects in Pink’s business, but escaped when things shut down. She spent time on the streets, doing what she wanted before being found by Rose and taken in.

Over the years and fighting off whatever monsters prowl the land. They become family.

From here, things progress how you’d expect, Rose meets Greg, they fall in love, Rose dies in childbirth, and her friends and husband are in the middle of something unprecedented: caring for A half magic child.

The magic is more low key. Every character has a specialty. Garnet, being a mix between two magic wielders, has future vision and heat immunity. Pearl has holographic creations. Amethyst has shapeshifting. And Rose has plant based abilities and healing capabilities. Her powers were more enhanced, being designed as a frontline soldier.

Others: Lapis has hydromancy, Peridot has magnetism, Jasper has increased healing and endurance, Yellow has electricity, Blue can project her emotions as a field of energy, White can project her thoughts into others, and Pink can bring people back to life and act as a power boost to other magic.

I don’t really have major plans for this AU if I decide to properly use it, but maybe I’ll do episodes with a human context or character studies.

Universe Two: Pure human Universe: Love me like you.

Pure human world. The Crystal gems were formed early Garnet and Pearl met when they were in high school, Amethyst was a few grades below. Despite clearly different personalities and backgrounds, they eventually hit it off and become a squad with Pearl’s childhood friend, Rose.

Pink and Rose are the same, Pink running away from home and changing her identity as you do. Blue and Yellow are sisters and they probably run a jewellery business somewhere.

Crystal Gems was the name of their old garage band, and they all have fond memories that keep them together when Rose dies in childbirth.

Pearl did ballet, so she’s a bit of a performer by trade. Garnet does boxing and moved from England with her parents. Amethyst found Rose as a better parental figure than her own mother, so she’s kind of in a similar boat with Steven.

Years pass, the gems grow and meet Greg, maybe they collaborate with music, and Rose decides to take a chance at creating something new.

When Steven is born, the three are faced with the challenge of parenthood, and the secrets of an old friend.

This one would be considerably more of a general slice of life type story. Maybe some prequel stuff about how the trio met, maybe the homeworld gems are kicking around somewhere, but I feel the focus would mostly be on our favourite family.

So, yeah. Those are my two ideas. I feel that they both have their own strengths and weaknesses, but I’m open to read your thoughts.

Thanks for reading.

#revelations and stupidity #steven universe #lapidary au #love me like you Au