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[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 4/6

CW: Oral (f receiving), more angst, classism? 18+ only

wc: 5.2k

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You woke up extra bright and early the following day with a smile. As you opened your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back to mind. Even though it was only 6:00 a.m., you walked to the showers with an extra pep. 

The steamy memories of last night flooded your mind, and even with the ice-cold water hitting your body, it couldn’t wash away the heat of Eddie’s touch. It was like he was burned into your skin, the way his calloused fingertips glided over you, how he gripped your hair, how he gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm. 

Your body craved him, you missed him, and you wished you could have slept next to him and had him hold you all night long. Everything you had wanted for so long was finally at your fingertips. You just had to reach out and grab it. 

Reality finally hit you when you shivered; you could no longer bear the icy water. The bitter morning air made everything that much colder, and the dilemma of having something that would cover all of the love bites Eddie gave you was coming to the forefront of your mind. 

You knew you would swim today and chose your baby blue one-piece suit. It covered everything on your stomach but was a different story from the chest up. 

The highest cut tops you owned were crewnecks and hoodies; there was no chance you’d wear a hoodie all day when the forecast was 30°C + weather. So you opted for your forest green Camp Murdock crewneck tee. It didn’t cover half of the love bites Eddie had made, but it was the best you could do without dying from heat stroke. You paired the shirt with some high-waisted light wash cut-off jean shorts. They made your ass look fantastic, and you wanted Eddie to be drooling over you. 

You slowly forgot about your salacious affairs from the previous night as you focused on picking up Eddie a coffee, like every morning. You knocked on the door thrice before entering.

“I hope everyone is decent,” you giggled, entering the cabin.

To your surprise, it was empty, so you walked back to the mess hall with the two cups of coffee in hand and joined the other girls at your usual table, and you took a seat beside Nancy.

“Have you seen the guys yet?” You asked. 

“Missing lover boy already?” Cassie teased. 

“Maybe.” you smile. 

“Here they come,” Robin pointed to them as they came from across the room.

You see Eddie's fist, and Steve, Billy, and Ashton are trailing behind him. They were making their way to the serving counter, and you caught Eddie’s eye and gave a small wave. He smiles and winks at you, and you swear your heart has stopped beating.

You turned back, unable to hide your facial expressions, and the girls started to mock you.

“Oh, Eddie, I love you so much; you’re handsome and funny.” Robin batted her eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

Nancy chimed in after, making the most obscene moans unbothered that we were in a room full of people. “Oh, Eddie!! Fuck me harder, you have the biggest coc—” She was cut off by someone clearing their throat. 

Your heads whipped around to see all four guys standing with jaws hanging open, but Eddie stood there with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Good morning, ladies.” He chuckled and sat down beside you. The rest of them walked over to sit down on the other side.

“Morning,” you and the girls mumbled, a bit embarrassed by their actions. 

Eddie leaned into you and whispered a “Good morning, beautiful” under his breath so no one else heard. A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his warm breath hit your ear. 

“So, uh, the fuck was that all about?” Billy asked, bringing up the elephant in the room. 

“What do you mean?” Cassie innocently asked. 

“You know exactly what he means.” Ashton chimed in. 

“Nancy, you’re the one fucking Ed?” Billy accused. 

“What?! Absolutely not! No offence, Lancelot,” She defended.

“Non-taken,” he laughed, and a discreet hand trailed up your back, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“But you know who is?” Billy questioned. 

“Maybe, but it’s not for us to tell.” Robin’s eyes trailed to you as she spoke, making all the guys, including Eddie, look at you. 

Would Eddie be mad you shared details about last night? 

“I’m hungry. Who’s hungry? Clover? Moose? Oh! Eddie, here is your coffee.” Trying to deflect, you passed over the coffee to him but accidentally tipped it, dumping it all over you. 

The coffee was still scolding hot; your first reaction was to stand and take the burning material off your body, knowing your bathing suit would still keep you modest. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You apologized to Eddie.

 While still looking down at your arms to make sure there was no burn forming it was weirdly silent at the table, so I look up to staring eyes from all the guys. 

“Well, that didn’t take long to figure out.” Steve laughed under his breath. 

“What?” You question him.

“I knew I was right!” Ashton cheered and leaned over the table to give Eddie a high-five. 

“What?” You asked again.

“Bambi,” Nancy whispers to you while circling her chest with her pointer finger. 

Your hands instinctively shoot up to cover yourself as much as possible. 

Eddie takes off his flannel and drapes it over your shoulders, not that it dose anything more, but the gesture is nice. 

“Guess the cat is out of the bag.” Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulder and leans in to kiss you on the temple.

“Fucking finally, guys, it took you long enough.” Steve smiled.

“Jesus, dude, we thought you were marked up pretty bad; you fucking wrecked her.” Ashton laughed.

You buried your head into Eddie’s shoulder, but that only exposed the hickeys more because my hair fell behind your shoulders.

Billy abruptly got up and stormed off from the table without a word. 

“What was that all about?” Robin asked. 

“He’s butt hurt, is all; he’ll get over it.” Ashton shook his head, finally diving into his breakfast. 

You felt a little bad for Billy, but you told him time and time again that it was never going to happen. 

Eddie pulls you closer, hugging you tightly from the side. 

“Sorry, Princess. I couldn’t help myself.” He gives you four little pecks on your cheeks before standing up to get more napkins for the forgotten coffee that spilled on the table.

“Oh, gross. Please don’t tell me you’ll be that couple now.”  Robin rolled her eyes. 

“No, don’t worry, we won’t be like that during work hours; there is no way I’m losing this job.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

-

Due to your different schedules today, you didn’t see Eddie much after breakfast, but you ran into Billy again while swapping activities at the arts and crafts station. 

“So, you and Edward.” He said his name with so much venom in his voice. 

“Yeah, we, uh, it just kind of happened.” You stray your eyes, not wanting to look at him. 

You hated that you were the reason he felt this way. Sure, he’s been an ass, but he was still your friend, the guy from the last summer is still in there somewhere. 

“Well, whatever.” He bumped your shoulder as he passed you.

“Hey!” You yelled at him, but he kept sulking. 

“Coyote!” You grabbed his shoulder so he could turn around. 

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I told you repeatedly that this would never happen." You point between you and him, "I’m sorry, but we will only ever be just friends.”

Billy rolled his eyes and stomped off like a child. 

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Steve approaches you,

“Don’t worry about him; he’ll get over it. He’s only upset because you chose Eddie over him. It’s not like he’s in love with you. He just wanted to get his dick wet.” 

“You sure about that? He seems hurt?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, Bambi; watch by this time tomorrow. He will be going after Heather or Veronica.” he laughed. 

“If you say so…” I still was unsure but couldn’t let this Billy thing hang over your head; it wasn’t your fault.

-

To say Eddie is infatuated with you is an understatement.

Who would have thought Hawkins' very own Princess would also be a freak in the sheets for him? Well, it's not totally freaky. Eddie could have pushed it more, but he decided he best not. He didn’t want to scare you off before you ever got started.

He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Your moans and gasps played on a loop in his memory, the sweet dip in your voice when you screamed for him to fuck you, begging for his cock. He's been wound up all day because of it and needed you.

Eddie didn’t know how he would survive not being able to touch you for the rest of the day until after the bonfire. Time slowed down without you; it felt like forever before Eddie got a chance to sit beside you at the fire.

He had brought his guitar, remembering you said musicians were your type, hoping to score more brownie points. 

Everyone sang the camp songs Eddie played, and then he opened to play some real songs. Eddie was mindlessly strumming when he caught you staring at his hands while biting your lip. He knew he had you right where he wanted. 

You and Eddie didn’t get to talk much after last night’s escapades, but he wanted to stay in that shabby cabin with you all night. He needed to know your favourite TV show, your favourite food, how old you were when you lost your first tooth, your preference for ice cream or popsicles, and your favourite band. Eddie needed to know every detail about you. 

“Hello, earth to Eddie.” You giggled. 

Oh god that laugh could heal a million broken hearts

“Sorry, princess, zoned out a minute there.” Eddie stood up, seeing as though everyone was going to bed for the night.

“Hey, you guys coming to the mess hall after we put the campers to bed? We are playing cards.” Steve asks. 

You and Eddie looked at one another, and you both knew you wanted to be alone with one another. 

“Nah, man, we will call it an early night,” Eddie winked. 

“Gross,” Robin said under her breath. 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that, Bird,” You pouted, and all Eddie wanted to kiss it right off your face. 

“You better be back by curfew, I am not covering for you again.” Steve pointed at Eddie. 

“Okay, man, jeez, what are you, my uncle? What next? You’re going to give me the safe sex talk?” Eddie laughs.

“Could you be any louder?” You gently smack his chest. 

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He takes you by the waist and shoves your bodies together.

“Eddie, not here! I don’t want to get in trouble.” You giggled, but he couldn’t help himself. 

After last night's encounters, Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you any longer. He crouched lower to pick you up, threw you over his shoulder, and ran to Cabin 7. 

You squealed as Eddie dropped you face up on the bed. Then you giggled when he pinned your arms over your head and onto the bed. Eddie finally got to kiss you for the first time since last night. Your lips were warm and soft and tasted like marshmallow, chocolate, and strawberry chapstick.

You moaned into his mouth and couldn’t help but grind your hips on Eddie's firm crotch.

“I don’t know how much time we will have, princess. I can’t have any of the others seeing you like this.” Eddie spoke into your neck, gently kissing over the marks that he had left the previous night. 

"Oh, we're a little jealous, are we?" You giggled again, but Eddie was not joking. "I would rip any guy's head off who walked in here." His tone was stern, and he heard your breath hitch. 

Eddie hoped he didn’t scare you, but that thought faded when you grabbed the back of his head to pull him into another delicious kiss. You got bold and slipped your tongue into his mouth, and you tried your best to fight for dominance; he let you win for a little while, but you both knew you would submit. 

You waited no time to take off your sweatshirt and bra, and Eddie’s hands were on you the second your skin was exposed to him. He slid his hands down your torso and across the soft, pillowy skin of your tummy until he hit the waistband of your jeans. 

“These have got to go,” He says as he unbuttoned them. 

You watched as Eddie got off the bed and knelt on the floor before tugging off your pants. You gave a little yelp when he then grabbed both of your ankles and pulled you towards him until your legs were dangling off the edge. 

“Open your legs for me, baby. Don’t get shy on me now.” He spoke as he pressed his hands to your inner thighs. 

How was someone’s skin so soft all the time? Eddie squished his fingers into your soft inner thighs. 

You couldn’t help but want to hide, raising your hands to cover your face, but Eddie wasn’t having it. 

“Don’t do that.” he crawled back up your body to move your hands. “I need to see you, pretty girl; I’ve been waiting for this all day.” 

You can’t help but whine at his words. Never had you been with a guy who liked to talk this much during sex. 

“Don’t be a brat; you don’t want me to show you what brats get when they’re punished,” Eddie whispers in your ear before slinking down your embody once again, ready to devour you.

A visible shiver runs through your body, and Eddie can see the tiny bumps lining your skin. 

“What if I want to find out?” You bite your lip, and Eddie’s head shoots back up with lust in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wouldn’t ask about what you’re not ready for?” He threatened. 

Eddie didn’t give you any time to respond, he couldn’t wait any longer, the smell of your arousal was controlling his needs. 

He started by making out with your lower lips before he slowly broke through your slit, and your breath hitched when he circled his tongue on your clit. 

Your gasps and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. 

Eddie continued making you sing for him as he buried his face into your pussy. He loved your taste; it was like he was addicted and he needed all of you. 

You moan as Eddie works his tongue from your clit down to your hole. As he sticks his tongue inside you, you can’t help but grind your hips into his face.

“Eddie, please, it’s so good, please.” 

You feel Eddie pin down your hips to keep you from moving. His hold was firm. It didn’t take much effort on his end to keep you still; your difference in size was to his advantage. 

Eddie continued and worked his way back up to your clit; he could see you were close; he watched and listened to your heavy breathing and moans that were getting louder and louder.

“Come on, pretty girl, cum for me. I know you can do it” Eddie clamped back down on your clit only a few more seconds he will have you coming all over his face. 

“Eddie! ohmy—!” you scream.

“Hey there, you guys ar—OHMYGOD.” Ashton screams and covers his eyes.

-

Eddie has you right in your sweet spot; the pressure is building and building, you’re so close just a few more seconds and  

“Eddie ohmy—“ you thoughts are cut off because you’re cumming!  You’re cumming so hard, you’re unaware of the other person who entered the room. Once you no longer feel Eddie’s touch, you hear another voice that is not Eddie. 

“—MYGOD”

“Get out!” You hear Eddie scream as you come down from your orgasmic bliss. 

As you’re still trying to catch your breath you see Eddie marching towards the door. 

Oh god, someone came in; one of the guys saw you! You quickly scramble to hide your naked body under the sleeping bag. 

Eddie is already out the door, but you can still hear everything since he didn’t close it. 

“I didn’t see anything, man, I promise! Dude, I’m sorry, no one told me you were in there!” Ashton was pleading with Eddie. 

“You sure you saw nothing, man?” Eddie’s voice was gruff. 

“Yes! I swear, dude!” 

“Give me half an hour…” Eddie walked back into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

“Fucking hell, that’s why they laughed when they told me to go get the bug spray” you hear Ashton talking to no one in particular. 

You giggled, but Eddie’s face was stone cold, even if it glistened with your juices. 

“Oh, come on, Eds, it was an accident.” You sat up on your knees, the sleeping bag sliding back down. 

That caught Eddie’s attention; his eyes filled with lust once again as you started to graze your hands across your breasts, kneading them and teasing your nipples. 

Eddied stalked your way. He ducked under the top bunk. 

“What did I say I’d do if any man saw you the way I see you?” he growled in your ear. 

You didn’t answer him; you didn’t want to play these games. Instead, you kissed him to shut him up, tasting yourself on his lips. You brought your hands to the back of his head, lightly digging your fingertips into his curls, but Eddie pulled away abruptly. 

“What did I—“ WACK “—Oh fuck!” 

Eddie reached for the back of his head, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact Eddie hit his head on the top bunk.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” You get out between fits of giggles.

“Yea, I think I'll be okay. That hurt like a motherfucker.” The hit to the head seemed to snap him back to regular Eddie. 

“Want me to kiss it better?” You bat your eyes. 

“I can think of another head that you can kiss better.” He wiggled his eyebrows and carefully crawled into the bed with you, avoiding the top bunk.

You were wrapped up together, and the mood had shifted. It was light and fun, playful and giggly. 

After giving him what you believe to be the best blowjob of his life you got so comfortable cuddling you had fallen asleep. 

Eddie shook you awake, you had only been sleeping about ten minutes. Eddie hated that he had to disturb you, you looked so peaceful, but the guys would be back any minute. You reluctantly got dressed but plopped back down on the bed. 

You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder just as you heard a tentative knock on the door. 

“It’s safe. You can come in.” You hummed. 

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, guys. Fuck.” Ashton apologized profusely. 

“It’s okay, Rooster!” You laughed. Eddie gave you a look of warning, but you brushed it off. 

You see Steve and Billy followed in behind him, hysterically laughing. 

“I can’t believe you actually walked in on them, dude,” Billy laughed; you could see tears coming from his eyes. It wasn’t that funny.  

“This your wise idea?” Eddie asked Steve. 

“Nah, man, it was all Coyote, but it’s pretty funny; poor guy had no idea.” Steve laughed. 

“Oh, I see; Billy just wanted to cock block us…” You rolled my eyes. 

“You think this is funny, man? Do you think it’s funny for a girl to be walked in on, exposed and vulnerable? You didn’t stop thinking about how this would make Y/N feel.” You watch, stunned, as Eddie gets up from the bed and walks over to Billy. 

Two things: one, he used your full name, which made your thighs clench in a way you never thought possible, and two, Eddie was getting in Billy’s face to defend your honour. He was possessive and protective, and you couldn’t deny you were getting wet… again. 

“Woah, dude, it was just a joke.” Billy shot his hands up in defence. 

You stand up off the bed to help as Steve pull Eddie back. 

“You need to work on your temper, bro,” Steve whispers to him. 

“Yea, well, I don’t need assholes disrespecting my girl.” He spat. 

Your heart fluttered, and your breath hitched at his words. You hadn’t had time to speak about anything of that nature; you were too busy exploring one another in a different way. But Eddie said you were his.

“Your girl, huh?” Billy scoffs. 

“Your girl?” You asked meekly. 

Eddie's face softened as he turned to face you. His cheeks reddened. 

“Yeah, I mean, if you wanna be?” he asked, reaching for your hands. 

You jump into his arms; he catches you, spins you around, and plants a fat, wet kiss on your lips, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Ugh, get a room.” “So gross.” “Stop my eyes!” The three of them complained all at once, but you didn’t care. Eddie was finally yours.

As you slid down the front of Eddie’s body as he put you down, you could feel him getting hard again. 

“Walk me back to my cabin?”

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” He bowed with his arm pointed to the door. 

The walk to the cabin was not long, only about fifteen feet between Cabin 7 and Cabin 8. However, it seemed to take Eddie and you ten times longer to get there. Stolen kisses turned into make-out sessions and more groping.

Eddie had you pinned up against the back of the cabin, hands down your pants, whispering dirty words about how he’ll have you begging for mercy while he fills you with his fat cock, until you saw the light of a flashlight. The night watch was on duty; you realized it was past curfew and needed rest. 

“Goodnight, baby girl, sweet dreams,” Eddie left you with a head-spinning kiss. 

-

You felt like you were living in a fairytale; everything was perfect—maybe too perfect. Maybe you were being too cynical; it’s only been two weeks, and you shouldn’t think about when the ball will drop… 

Your past relationship wasn’t the best. Then again, you were in the 10th grade and didn’t know anything about relationships, nor did he. You were never cheated on, but you never felt like he was there for you when you needed him the most. 

It also didn't help that your parents disapproved of him. His family was not up to their standards, which you never understood. You were middle class, and your father worked very hard to support you and your mother.

Both of you had been kids, so it's not like you were getting married. But the pressures you felt from your parents and the lack of support in that relationship made your mind wander. You felt like you were just arm candy and nothing more.

There was no depth betwen you and your ex, and you were scared that would happen with Eddie. You have wanted to be with Eddie for so long, and you should be happy...

_

You decided to call Ashley that evening after dinner. She always knew how to make you feel better. It had been weeks since you had spoken on the phone.

Ash’s mom picked up after the second ring. 

“Well, hi sweetie, how have you been? Miss you around here!” 

“I’m great, Mrs. Thompson, thanks! I would be missing home, but there are more Hawkins here than usual.” You laughed. 

“Oh yeah, Ash told me Eddie was also there this summer, such a sweet young man.” she mused. 

“Yeah, he sure is sweet, alright.” You sighed. 

“Y/N, I’d say you have a crush on that boy!” She giggled. 

You always loved Ashley’s mom; she was like a second mom, but one you felt like you could talk to as a friend. 

“That’s kind of the reason I called...Is Ash around?”

“Yeah, just a second, sweetie… ASHLEY SWEETHEART, PHONE!” she yelled. 

You waited a few seconds and could hear her feet padding the floor to answer the phone. 

“Hey, bitch what’s up?” She laughed. 

“You are not going to believe what is up!” you half screamed excitedly. 

“Spill it, now.” You can picture Ash sitting at your shared kitchen table, ready and focused. 

“Do you want me to spare any details, or can you muster up the courage to take it all?” you giggled. 

“Details, now.” She demanded 

“Your friend is the best dick I’ve ever had!” You half-whispered in case anyone was about to come into the office. 

The line was silent for a few seconds. 

“Ash, you still there? Oh god, don't tell me your mom is still there?” Your apartment wasn't the biggest.

“You son of a bitch, you did it! I knew you could do it!” She cheered so loud you had to take the phone off your ear. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” And so you do...

“Fucking finally! I knew you would be perfect together.” 

“That's the thing, Ash. It’s too perfect. What if he realizes he made a mistake?” You bit your nail.

“No, dude, that’s not Eddie. I know that kid like the back of my hand. Once he is in it, he’s not giving up. He’s very set in his ways once he fixates on something,” she reassures. 

“But have you ever considered that we have never seen him with a girlfriend at school? What if he isn’t the relationship type?” You questioned. 

“Did you fall and hit your head? This is Eddie we are talking about. He is in charge of the Dungeons and Dragons Club. He is the biggest nerd on the planet. And you’re concerned he won’t want to be with you? The pretty angel of a human, hot, popular cheerleader?” 

“Well, yeah…” You sunk back into the chair, 

“You must have bashed your head into the headboard while Eddie rocked your world.” She laughed and you can't help but also laugh.

“I don't know; we are two totally different people! We are in two totally different groups. What if it doesn’t work out? What if we are too different? what about my parents?” 

“You and I are in two different groups. You and I are two totally different people, and we get along just peachy. Who says your parents even have to know?” 

"Well, they have to know eventually"

"Why are you planning on marrying him any time soon?" she snorts.

"...No"

Well, any other concerns you want to tell me about?” She quipped.

“Well… don’t kill me, but I told Eddie about our matching tattoos.” You cringed, hoping she wouldn’t kill you. 

“HA! I wish I were there to see the look on his face! Was it priceless?” She laughed. 

Ash and you started catching up with her and her trips to the city pool, and she said she had been going to the roller rink to see the cute counter girl. 

 “There you are, pretty girl.” You jumped as you turned to see Eddie walking over.  

“Shhhh, Im talking to Ash,” You hushed him. 

Before you could tell her he was there, he grabbed you by the middle, lifted you up and sat you on his lap. Then he took the phone. 

“AshCash! What’s up, man? It's been forever. Do you miss the dungeon master yet? Is Jeff holding up as my stand-in?” 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. This boy was talking a mile a minute. 

You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on her end, but you think she said something along the lines of “I’ll rip your dick off if you try anything funny with y/n.” Then Eddie laughed, saying, “Cross my heart and hope to die.” Then he hung up.

“Hey, I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You pouted. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” 

You continued to pout and crossed my arms to hike your breasts up. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” 

Eddie let out a groan of frustration. 

“Come on, princess. We have to go meet with the others; they’re complaining we're being too antisocial.” 

— 

The night continued, and you and your friends decided to let loose tonight. One more night was before the month ended, and the Campers turned over. You would miss your campers but couldn’t wait to meet the new ones. 

As you and Eddie walked over to the pit hand in hand, you could see the others around the already roaring campfire. 

“So, what were you two up to?” Robin asked, wiggling her brows. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You walk up behind her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek. 

“You and Eddie sit on the only free log left, and he wraps an arm around you. 

“You guys are so cute.” Nancy sighs. 

“You are so lucky you live in the same town. That way, you won’t have to break up at the end of the summer.” Steve points out. 

That starts the gears turning in your head. Being at home with Eddie, the thought rarely even crossed your mind. What were you going to do? The only reason you’ve been so yourself with him was that you were here, hours away from home. What were your parents going to think? What was the town going to think? You built up this whole reputation around yourself so people would like you. You needed everyone to like you. What will they all feel when they see you around with Eddie?

They would judge you; you know they would. What will the football team say when one of their cheerleaders is dating the town pariah? 

Your mind was racing a mile a minute, and you lost track of the conversation. 

“Princess” 

You snapped out of your inner thoughts. 

“What?”

“I said I can’t wait to walk around Hawkins with you on my arm,” Eddie affectionately nuzzled his face into your shoulder.

“Oh, uh? Yeah… totally.” You reached for a drink from the cooler. You needed something to calm your nerves.  

“Gunna, show you off to the whole town. Tell everybody that I bagged the prettiest, most thoughtful, most caring, joyful girl in Hawkins. 

“ Can’t wait.” You smile half heatedly when you feel like your heart is sinking. 

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[hemmohaze]

Hot Showers and Cold Bleach.

Warnings: Strong Language and Smut

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!

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April 11th 2019

Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in Boston as she packed for her trip to Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke’s and Ashton’s girlfriends, Sierra and KayKay.

Calum’s friend Roy is also tagging along so Calum doesn’t feel lonely.

They’ve been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel in 2015.

She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talking again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.

Her old youtube footage has obvious footage of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon and laugh.

She held up one blue bikini and one red one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s voice rang through.

“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.

“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.

“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s two rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.

“Mom, no one at Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.

“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the hot sun and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades darker than her whole body.

“Shut up.” She seethed as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle. ‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.

Anna waved noticing Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kalani turned around seeing him, her smile growing as she sees her bleach blonde boyfriend already smiling at her.

“You’re like the cheshire cat. How did I not hear you.” She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed, the dogs jumping on her pillow, taking in her scent that was all thanks to her Valentino perfume she was gifted for their 1 year anniversary last year.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Ford” Micheal waved with Southy’s paw making Kalani smile.

“Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I’ve told you this for almost 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am.”

“If the shoe fits then wear it.” Kalani joked as her mother showed her the bird. “Wait before we go Michael-“ Her parents started.

“Take care of this little firecracker. Don’t let her drink too much Pink Whitney or drink too much for that matter.” Anna said making Kalani stick her tounge out in trauma and disgust. She drank it once her senior year of high school after prom party and definitely got alcohol poisoning. She was throwing up everything she ate in the past three days the next morning. They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“Okay, so I’m gonna wear this Sweetener baby tee with my black mini skirt and these white cowgirl boots from Romwe to see Ariana Grande on Sunday.” She slipped the boots on to make sure she could walk in them and wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Thinking she’ll just wear two pairs of nike socks just in case her feet start to blister.

“And then when we go see DJ Snake. Should I wear this white off the shoulder with these jeans or this oversized blue shirt and these denim shorts?” She showed both options to Micheal as he looked at Moose to make her decide.

“Moose go help mommy pick her outfit.” He urged to the fluffy dog who walked over to her mom, just wanting cuddles and not caring about the clothes.

“Micheal,” She whined holding the outfits lower. “I need your answer seriously. I love you so much though Moose Moose.” As she petted Moose on the belly. She heard Sadie and Southy whine and she smiled at the spoiled puppies.

“You three are too spoiled. Who’s to blame?”

“Not me. It’s your fault.”

“Sureee.”

“Are we still seeing Bad Bunny on Saturday?” Micheal questioned with a raised eyebrow. Ever since Kalani introduced him to Spanish music, it’s all hes been listening to. He even got Calum on board with it.

“Duh of course we are. Oh and I got the whole house situation figured out. We overbooked according to them even though I know we didn’t. So I called this morning after I finished editing my video. Those dumbasses apologized even though I clearly said it was going to be 9 people and 3 dogs. Can people not listen nowadays.” She stated sitting on his lap tracing one long nail against his anchor tattoo once she finished packing for the day. She decided she’ll finish tomorrow morning before they leave.

She ran her white acrylic nails through his fringe, the bleach was slowly growing out so you could see his natural brown roots. “We need to dye this again Mikey. You can see your roots growing back.”

He groaned loudly in her boobs as she chuckled at his silliness. “Ugh, your tits are comfortable.” He commented, his voice coming out muffled.

She laughed as she looked down at him. “Hm I’ve heard that before by someone who goes by the name of Micheal Clifford.”

“He seems like a man who knows his stuff.” He said thinking about the number of times they’ve been in this position when he’d be on top of her while shes a moaning mess for him.

“But we could do your hair now so you can have a fresh fringe for Coachella.” She intertwined their hands as he rubbed her thumb.

“Shower?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Shower.” He confirmed.

*****

Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean and not streaky.

“The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out.” She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.

His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look. “Thats not what we’re here for Mr. Later maybe.” She pointed her finger at his chest

“You couldd wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to help you bleach it.” She batted her eyelashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani back facing him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls slowly and carefully.

Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the water.

They washed out all the product out of his hair and hers before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel. He’s been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but he likes when Kalani does it for him.

She grabbed the muscle shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to slick her hair back in a curly bun.

Micheal rolled the chair in front of the mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.

She placed some gloves on for protection and got to bleaching his hair. “This may burn.” She warned him as he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was done.

“I’ve dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it’s fine. I’m pretty much immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.

*****

After an hour of the smell of bleach and Kalani and Micheal’s laugh, they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they’ve been missing.

She had one leg up and the other across his lap as he stroked the inside of her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn’t have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black Calvin Kiln thong.

“If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask.” She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.

“I was waiting on those very words.” He said with a cheeky smile.

With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation and spread her legs apart.

Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit through the outside of her panties. “Please Mikey.” Her doe eyes silently begged him.

He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.

“Shit your pussy is so pretty my love. Always has been.” He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. “Thank you baby.”

With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was making eye contact with her and every time she wouldn’t look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn’t long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“That feel good baby?,” He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his face.

His beard kept scratching her thighs as she sighed in love. “Fuck it feels so good.”

With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.

“Shit I’m gonna come.” She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.

“C’mon you can come whenever you want. Whenever you fucking want.” He spoke, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times.

“Let it out baby. I know I knooww. I got ya I got ya.” He spoke softly.

He pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.

“I love you.” She stretched over her to peck his lips repeatedly. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

“I love you so much more. I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you at Coachella. To a weekend of music, bonding, and amazing sex.” He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.

“How can a sentence that dirty sound so wonderful coming from you?” She questioned.

“Talent honey.”

“And this weekend to spending time with your band members and me spending girl time! she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.

#5sos fanfic #micheal clifford smut #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #micheal 5sos #micheal clifford fanfic #micheal clifford imagine

[ghost-of-you]

Okay, but like, 3 outfits right? 2 that very much look like what you'd expect them to wear, their street style vs their stage style, maybe who they are and who they present themselves as.

This very much are what we expect them to wear, Michael in all black, or in a comfy sweater/sweatshirt, Luke in converses and graphic tees or soft colored suits and makeup, Ashton with the vest and the ascot or the tank and leather jacked, and Calum with the docs and the long sleeves or the wide leg pants and layers. Calum being in a kilt here really adds another layer with the whole who they are thing considering his heritage. This is them. Alone.

But the 3th outfit tho. While they do look amazing and feel very on brand, for me at least, they feel very on brand but slightly to the left, and at first I thought it could be a who we expect them to be, cuz Ashton looks like sunshine, Calum is in bright colors, but that didn't add up that well for Luke or Michael, then it hit me, it's who they are when influenced by who they love and who loves them.

I put these together because I feel like I can try to explain myself with words forever and it won't make as much sense. We come to expect Luke in a suit, but the style he's wearing it's Calum's style, but with that Luke little twist of the blue eyeshadow. The style of the orange sweater made me think of Ashton but I can throw in some Luke in there too, but he's still wearing wide leg pants and docs. Ashton's outfit felt really Luke to me, and maybe it is because I think stripes and yellow in this bands context and I see Luke for some reason, but I think it makes sense, even the way his posing in the drums feels very Luke, but the sunglasses and the collar picking out are very Ashton. And Michael, my boy is even wearing Ashton's beanie, the sweater very much made me think of that sb picture and the shirt Ashton wore in the old me mv, but Michael's still wearing ripped jeans and his dangling earrings. And I think that that's a cool little nod to even if you are alone the people that love and you love will still make an impact. You still carry the mark they left with you.

#i woke up in a cold sweat with my brain screaming to make yet another post about this so here #i was gonna add more pictures but theres only so many photos of them a girl can look at a 6 am without feeling emotions one #should not be feeling as 6am #i think this makes sense #but it is 7am for me now and I may be half awake so who knows #I'm rambling #mm&i #I'm overthinking and overanalyzing

[softforloki]

Chapter 12: The Park

Chapter List

Word Count: 2,443

Summery: Loki and Selene take Raven and her friend to the park... and meet a face from Selene's past she'd hoped to never see again.

Warnings:  Passing mention of pregnancy, references to past financial difficulty.

. . .

If asked to picture what a “domestic life” would look like, Loki would’ve imagined Selene teaching him to cook, poking through her incense drawer, or simply lazing about in bed with her.

He would not have thought of sitting on a park bench, watching Raven play with her friend, but that was just a disappointing lack of imagination on his part. This was wonderfully domestic.

Loki and Selene huddled together against the crisp air of a windy November day on a bench while they watched Raven and her friend, Olivia Sweeney, climb over play structures, laughing and making up games. Thanks to his Jotünn blood, Loki was unbothered by the cold, yet still relished how Selene would press herself as close as possible to share in his body heat whenever the wind picked up.

“Why did you let me wear this thing?” She grumbled, wrapping the edges of her brown peacoat more tightly around her. “It’s not suited at all for wind.”

“But you look so lovely in it.” Loki chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against him. “And I love it when you huddle into me like this.”

“Jerk.” Selene muttered, but she tucked her head into the crook of his neck regardless.

“Says the woman who can’t seem to get enough of me.”

“I’m cold, asshole.” She snarked back.

“You love me.” Loki accused.

“Ah. Figured me out, did you?” 

“Yes, you ruined it when you told me.” 

“Guess I can’t take it back, can I?” 

He wrapped his arm more tightly around her. “I certainly won’t let you.”

“Oh well.” Selene sighed morosely.

Loki laughed again, pressing a kiss to her brow. “We can stop by that coffee shop you like and get a hot drink on the way back home.” He suggested.

He felt her nod against him. “You’re paying.”

“Of course.”

They fell back into comfortable silence, braced against the biting winds. Loki watched Olivia and Raven on the swings, trying to synchronize their movements. He smiled as they called to each other, trying to slow or change their momentum to swing at the exact same time.

His attention was caught by the family arriving at the bench next to them. A mother pushing a stroller watched in tired amusement as a father tried in vain to calm his overly excited son. The mother lifted her toddler from the stroller, setting him on the bench with her as the father fixed the buttons on the slightly older boy’s coat.

“Be careful, Ashton.” The father scolded, patting his shoulder once he’d fixed the coat. “Alright, go play.”

As Ashton darted off, Selene’s attention also fell to the newcomers. Her brow furrowed as her gaze lingered over the father. She lifted her head from Loki’s shoulder as her eyes scanned the man’s features, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “There’s no way.” She murmured. 

“No way of what, darling?” Loki asked, trying to see what she was seeing.

Not taking her eyes off the man, Selene leaned a little bit closer to Loki to whisper in his ear. “That man looks exactly like Jay, and the more I look at him the more increasingly convinced I am that it is him.”

Loki felt himself stiffen at the mention of the fool who’d walked out of her life. His gaze trailed over the man, sitting himself next to the woman who is presumably his wife and younger son.

He looked unassuming enough: mop of brown hair on his head, checkered flannel and a gray scarf, ripped blue jeans. He was what Selene would have described as a “hipster.” He sat next to his wife, a woman with darker skin and thick black hair that draped prettily over her shoulders. She gently held their toddler by his waist as he stood on the bench, pointing after his brother, who’d found a place on a swing not far from Raven and Olivia.

“Do you wanna go play with Ashton?” The man asked.

The boy shook his head.

“No? You wanna stay with us.”

A nod. 

The man chuckled, and his head happened to turn just enough to glance at Loki and Selene.

This was where Loki began to curse himself. He wasn’t being inconspicuous, he knew that. If he had been, Jay’s vision might’ve simply passed over them without any recognition.

However, drawn by Loki’s gaze, Jay looked a moment longer, and his eyes widened as they fell to Selene.

“Shit,” She cursed under her breath.

“Selene?” Jay asked. He had an accent that Loki was pretty sure was New York-Italian, though he wouldn’t have been able to place the exact area it would be from. “Selene Lovelace?”

“Yup.”

“Holy shit, I haven’t seen you in years!”

“Really? You don’t say.” She replied drily. 

He stood and gestured to his wife. “This is my wife, Stephanie. Steph, this is Selene. We used to date.”

Loki couldn’t contain the scoff that escaped his lips. That was an understatement. Selene elbowed him in the gut.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Stephanie smiled softly, almost guiltily, as though she knew exactly what Jay wasn’t saying. She stood as well, hoisting her small son onto her hip.

“You too.” Selene said, a little more gently. She hauled Loki to his feet. “This is my boyfriend, Loki.”

Stephanie extended a hand with a friendly smile. He took it, brushing his lips politely against her knuckles. He smiled thinly.

“Loki. It’s nice to meet you.” Jay offered his hand, too. “I’m Jay Moreno.”

“I’ve heard.” He replied brusquely, gripping his hand tighter than was necessary.

“Mmm.” Jay grimaced, pulling his hand away. “Uh, this is our son, Griffin. That’s Ashton, on the swings.” He pointed to them respectively as he spoke. Griffin waved shyly from his mother’s arms, hiding his face in her neck.

Selene allowed a smile despite herself. “How old are they?”

“Griffin’s two. Ashton’s seven.” Stephanie replied.

Loki couldn’t help but do the math in his head. Raven had turned ten in September. Jay and Stephanie would’ve likely been married for at least seven years, perhaps fewer. Taking into account the nine months Selene would’ve carried Raven, and how Midgardians tended to date for at least three years before marrying… 

Jay had either already known Stephanie during his relationship with Selene, or he’d met and soon gotten romantically entangled with her less than a year after it had ended. He’d gotten over it quickly. Gotten over Selene and the child she carried quickly. Something about that made Loki’s gut curl unpleasantly. 

One look at Selene’s pinched lips told him that she had just finished doing the math herself, and had reached a similar conclusion. 

“So, how are things? How’s work?” Jay asked pleasantly, seemingly unaware of the unsavory epiphanies Loki and Selene were arriving at. “Still doing therapy?”

“It’s fine. I don’t work much in counseling anymore.” Selene answered curtly.

“What do you do?” Stephanie asked politely, seemingly sensing the tension her husband was unable to pick up on.

“I’m a forensic psychologist.”

“Oh, wow! What does that involve?”

“I work mostly in abnormal psychology, studying and occasionally aiding in the treatment of psychological problems relative to criminal behavior.” She sounded a bit like she was reading the textbook definition. She squeezed Loki’s hand, and did not ease her grip.

I want to leave.

“Oh, that’s neat.” Jay remarked. “You have to go back to school for that?”

“I was taking the classes and working towards my doctorate when we were still together.” She bit out. “Ten years ago.”

Loki couldn’t restrain a smug look when Jay’s face molded into surprise and guilt. “Oh. I didn’t know that. I mean, I knew you were back in school, I just never knew what for.”

“I definitely told you.”

“Huh. I don’t remember.”

Clearly. Loki thought. He had half a mind to grab Raven and her friend and make an escape, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. He was not about to draw attention to Raven, not with him here.

As though reading his mind, Jay suddenly asked, “Hey, which one’s yours?” As he looked out at the playground.

“Excuse me?” Selene raised an eyebrow. 

Stephanie winced. “Jay,” She said gently, warningly.

“Which one’s your kid? It’d be kinda nice to finally meet them.”

“Really? Now you want to meet my kid?” Selene asked, sarcasm bleeding into her voice. 

“Well, yes.” Jay nodded, looking dumbfounded. “It’s my kid, too. Is it that blond girl on the climbing thing? She looks like you.”

Loki glanced over to see if it really was Raven. Shit. Well, at least he couldn’t blame himself for that one. Jay was more perceptive than he gave him credit for.

“She is not your kid, Jay. You didn’t want her.” Selene said coldly, her voice dangerously low.

“But-”

“I’m sorry, did you change the diapers?” She quickly interrupted, her face hard. “Were you there for every shed tear, upset stomach, and scraped knee? Did you have to work extra shifts to make just enough to feed and clothe both you and your child? Did you have to look her in the eyes and tell her ‘no’ to theme parks, vacations, and eating out because ‘we just can’t afford it right now?’ No, because you didn’t want to be there. You wanted to stay out of our lives, and I respected that decision. That means you have to respect mine to keep you out. She’s not your kid, she’s mine.”

The group was silent for a few moments. Loki fought to keep his face neutral, but he could feel his lips twitching upwards in grim satisfaction. Selene’s grip on his hand finally relaxed. He brushed his thumb along her knuckles lovingly.

“Jay? Why don’t you and Griffin take a little walk around the playground?” Stephanie suggested, passing her son over to him.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Thanks.” He heaved the boy up into his arms, nodded uncomfortably to Selene and Loki, and couldn’t get out of there faster.

Stephanie stuffed her hands in her coat pockets, exhaling heavily. “From what he’s told me, that was well deserved.”

“Mmm.” Selene hummed.

An awkward period of silence stretched between them. Loki wondered if I would be too rude to just say their goodbyes and take off while they could.

“Can I be honest with you?” 

“Sure.”

“I know how hard it is to carry and raise a baby- I did it twice.” Stephanie chuckled. “So I can’t even imagine how difficult it must be to do it on your own. You must’ve had to work really hard, and I think that really admirable. I’m really sorry Jay left you like that. It wasn’t fair to you, even if you both agreed it was for the best.”

Selene didn’t say anything. She just nodded.

“And for the record- and I’m not saying this to somehow justify what happened or defend him- but Jay’s a wonderful father. A really good husband, too.” She looked across the park to where he stood with Griffin in his arms, listening to him babble. “Things were… rough for a while when Ashton was born; we had him early in our marriage. Went to couple’s therapy and everything.”

“That’s good.” Selene smiled a little. “I think more couples should.”

“You would, you’re a psychologist.” Stephanie laughed.

“Touché.” Selene chuckled along with her.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, maybe because it might ease your mind? I just want you to know that things are good with him, but I know that doesn’t make up for what he put you through.”

“He tell you he ghosted me?”

“Sure did. Feels really guilty about it, but he figured that after years of radio silence, you wouldn’t want to hear from him once he’d gotten some sense knocked into him.”

“He was correct.” Selene chuckled again. “Thank you. I think that does actually help a little bit.”

“Mama, we’re cold!” Raven suddenly called, running up to her mother while Olivia trailed behind her. 

“Poor baby. Ready to go home?” Selene pressed her hands to Raven’s cheeks.

“Yes.” The girl nodded.

“Let me text Olivia’s parents first, okay? See if it’s okay with them to bring her home with us.”

“I’ll let you all go.” Stephanie murmured, putting a hand on Selene’s arm. “It was really nice to meet you, though. You too, Loki.”

“Yes.” He agreed with a respectful nod.

“Yeah, thanks.” Selene took her hand one last time. “Hope things keep going well for you.”

“And the same to you.” Stephanie nodded. She gave Raven a friendly smile, before turning to rejoin her husband.

“Who was that?” Raven asked, watching her walk away.

“She’s married to someone I used to know. We were just getting to know each other.” Selene said, fingers flying across her phone’s screen.

“She looked nice.”

“She was nice.”

“She seemed apologetic.” Loki commented, leaning closer to Selene to speak directly to her. “You both also handled that awkwardness well- I half expected her to get defensive.”

“I don’t tear down women for stuff like this, it’s tactless and not worth it. She probably felt the same way.” Selene’s phone dinged, and she glanced at the text. “Olivia, your mom says you can come home with us, and she’ll pick you up around one o’clock.”

“Thank you, Dr. Lovelace!” The curly-haired girl chirped. 

“Anytime.” She grinned as the girls began to walk ahead of them. Loki and Selene followed close behind.

Loki cast a look back at the Morenos as they left. Ashton had run up to his parents, wrapping himself around Stephanie’s legs. Jay looked up and caught Loki’s eye. He gave him a sad smile and a nod.

Loki turned back around. He didn’t have the grace to return the polite signal, and he was making an effort to refrain from using a rude Midgardian hand gesture. Selene was right, that sort of pettiness wasn’t worth it. Instead, he watched Raven and Olivia walk and giggle a few steps ahead. He adjusted his grip on Selene’s hand, pressing their palms together and lacing their fingers. She looked up at him, eyes twinkling.

“You did pretty well yourself, handsome.”

“Because I didn’t shout at your foolish ex-lover?”

“Exactly.” She grinned, bumping his hip playfully. “I love you.”

“For not shouting at your foolish ex-lover?” He asked again, matching her teasing smile.

“Among other things.” Selene lifted his hand to her mouth, kissing it.

“Hmm. I love you, too.” Loki said, returning the gesture.

“For having the common sense to not get into a fight with some poor lady over my ex-boyfriend?”

“Among other things.”

#loki x reader #loki #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki laufeyson #loki odinson x reader #loki friggason x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki marvel #marvel loki

[daydadahlias]

would u rather ash wear more blue jeans or wear another lace shirt

you would think this question would be more difficult but in my heart of hearts,,,,,,, the answer is and will always be blue jeans. like, listen, do i love getting an eye full of ashton's tummy fold through a sheer shirt?? fuck yEah i do. but do i love the slutty domesticity of blue jeans even more?? just a little bit. because it's just him. existing. him in a heavy shirt that he plays with the hem of... with sunglasses tucked into his messy hair or a backwards cap on... he's just a Casual Normal Guy. just Some Guy. in blue jeans. and yet he looks like That. something as simple as blue jeans makes that man look divine. that's how powerful he is.

#i am a ravenous monster for blue jean irwin #his Thighs #his thighs.... #i cant talk abt it #pigeon #myle

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Sharing Clothes Masterlist

bespoke (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum G, 500

Summary: There’s something familiar about the shirt Luke is wearing.

coast (with you) (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 6k

Summary: Luke has a type. Dark hair, dark eyes, preferably nice full lips. It’s just what he’s drawn to the most, and he has a long line of dark haired, dark eyed exes to prove it. Which has taught him an important lesson: you don’t try to date the hot dark haired, dark eyed party hook-up. You fuck them and you move on with your life.

don't stop (ao3) - bellawritess michael/calum, pre luke/ashton T, 5k

Summary: Five times one of them asked “do you want me to stop?” and the one time someone else asked them to.

greet another door that opens in (ao3) - mockturtletale luke/calum/ashton E, 9k

Summary: The photographer directs Luke to stand between them, maybe to offset the pinching fight that’s broken out, or maybe for some value of aesthetic that Luke can’t see because he’s in the picture.

i love the way (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: four times calum didn't do anything about luke wearing his clothes and one time he did.

jean jacket (ao3) - allmywill michael/ashton G, 560

Summary: There's nothing Ashton loves more than Michael's beloved jean jacket.

Plaid Shirts and Morning Kisses (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: Luke wears one of Michael's plaid shirts.

My Heart Wants To Come Home (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: Calum didn't know it would be this hard, sitting in Michael's bedroom surrounded by all of his stuff packed up in boxes. He never saw himself as the sentimental clingy type but watching his best friend of eleven years put his entire life away so move off to college almost six hours away. Calum can't even count all the times he's asked Michael if he's really sure he wants to leave and every time Michael's just chuckled and nodded and kissed the top of Calum's head. It's the day before Michael has to make the drive with his parents to move into his dorm, and Calum still is refusing to accept that Michael's leaving him.

Or: Michael goes off to college and leaves Calum behind.

my waves meet your shore (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/calum T, 13k

Summary: OR a (very self-indulgent) Malum Fake Dating AU

staring at the sunshine (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 19k

Summary: And the way those blue eyes are looking at him now. There’s flashes of that heat from before building in them, which is kind of intense. Calum doesn’t usually get this look from Luke. Only sometimes, when they’re a little drunk or a little high and the rules become fuzzy and looks aren’t meant to matter as much.

stolen shirts/hearts (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: There's a sort of inevitability that comes with being in this band. A set of concrete circumstances that never seems to change. They annoy each other to hell, they know every last thing about each other, Calum is in love with Luke, and Luke always steals Calum's clothes.

That's the way it is. That's the way they all know it is, except maybe Luke, who might be ignorant to the third thing on the list.

wrap your love around me (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: There’s an intrinsic tenderness to wearing someone else’s clothes that Calum thinks can’t be replicated with anything else.

you put me on (and said i was your favorite) (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) michael/calum T, 4k

Summary: If Michael had questioned it, Calum would’ve told him that he didn’t want him wearing something so old, so worn down, but the truth is that Calum wanted to keep this one hoodie here with him. The fabric smells like Micael, and when he closes his eyes at night, it almost feels like he’s wrapped up in him. It brings Calum comfort, and ultimately, it’s what lulls him to sleep.

Today, Calum had needed that comfort. That’s why he kept the sweater on all day. It wasn’t just that he missed Michael after four days without him, which he did, but also that he’s been feeling nervous and jittery all day, worried about today’s game, and Michael wasn’t here to help ease his nerves.

your arms around me feel like home (i’m homesick) (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) ot4 T, 5k

Summary: Calum wants a hug. Too bad none of his boyfriends are home to give him one.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #fluff #sharingclothes #sharingclothes masterlist #masterlists

[andrewmoocow]

Little Homeworld Life chapter 12: Samhain Night (originally posted on October 31, 2022)

AN: Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this our town of Samhain Night. Wait, that can't be right! Well, that's the point! Since according to the Crewniverse, holidays as we know them like Halloween and Christmas don't exist in Steven Universe, I might as well produce my own versions of them that are basically the same. Anyways, let's gather 'round, pull up a chair, share some candy and start exchanging some spooky parody stories in the vein of the earliest Treehouse of Horror specials from The Simpsons. Now please be warned that some of these can get pretty dark, so viewer discretion is advised. Okay? Okay. Now then, let the Samhain Night horror begin!

Synopsis: The Gems share spooky stories and candy on Samhain Night.

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl, Yellow Pearl, Blue Pearl, Volleyball

Shelby Rabara as Peridot, Squaridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis, Laz, Zuli

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Navy

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Aparna Nancherla as Nephrite

Gal Gadot as Desert Glass

Maddie Ziegler as Serpentine

Courtenary Taylor as Beryl

Willa Holland as Albite

Hayley Kiyoko as Morganite

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Reagan Gomez-Preston as Jenny, Kiki

Brian Posehn as Sour Cream

Lamar Abrams as Buck Dewey

Susan Egan as Rose Quartz

Jackie Buscarino as Vidalia

Featuring Sarah Jessica Parker as Dumortierite

Cavetown as Diaspore

Bruce Campbell as Lord Ashton

Sam Raimi as Henry the Crimson

With Jonathan Majors as Father Black

And Alex Brightman as Zapupu/Onion

--

"OMG, Jasper, I love your costume!" White Topaz squealed as she gawked at Jasper's purple bodysuit and white cape with shoulder pads, topped off with a matching turban that had a dark purple dome at the top. "I think it really fits you!"

"Thanks, Peridot helped me make it." Jasper replied as she looked at White Topaz's red bodysuit with crab-like claws and a large scorpion tail at the back. "How did you get the scorpion tail, honey?"

"Had to get a little help putting this together." White Topaz answered. "Look, I can even make it move!" She pulled on a string to make it pivot up and down.

Tonight was Samhain Night, the spookiest time of the year when people and Gems alike dress up in costumes and travel around to collect candy. The citizens of Little Homeworld were no different in getting into the Samhain spirit as they threw a big party to celebrate the occasion.

"So then I said, "OBJECTION!", and the guy just responded by taking a sip of coffee before giving his rebuttal!" Teal Zircon, who had her hair slicked back and a blue suit with a golden pin on her chest, said to Desert Glass, who was dressed as a chainsaw-wielding cheerleader with a plastic head hanging from her waist.

"How's my phone booth coming along?" Serpentine asked Nephrite and Albite. Serpentine was wearing a brown pinstripe suit and carried around a strange torch-like device in her hand. Nephrite was dressed in standard pilot gear with a duck bill over her lips, and Albite had on a straw hat, a red vest, jean shorts, and sandals. The two of them were constructing a navy-blue phone box for Serpentine to complete her costume with.

"Coming along quite nicely, Serpentine." Nephrite answered while putting the finishing touches. "It may not be bigger on the inside like you wanted, but I think we did our best regardless."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's take a picture!" Albite declared as she pulled out a camera to snap photos of Serpentine posing with the box.

"Check it out, Demantoid; we're matching!" Beryl cheered as she compared his colorful shooting star sweater to Demantoid's pine tree cap and puffy vest. "Isn't that cool?!"

"I fail to see how we match." Demantoid replied bluntly as Pyrope towered beside her in a red biker jacket, black leggings with white boots, orange gloves with a metal bracelet, and her hair in a much shorter style. Just then, the Warp Pad started humming, and the Crystal Gems disembarked with their own costumes.

"Good evening, everyone!" Pearl greeted her students while dressed as an Amazon warrior in red and blue armor. "Is everyone having fun on Samhain Night?"

"I don't get it!" Black Rutile, dressed in a green cape over a metal suit of armor, declared. "What's the point of all the pumpkin carving and candy anyways? And don't give me any garbage excuses about how it brings us all together or something!"

"From what I've heard, this is supposed to be the end of the harvest season." Holly Blue replied while carving a pumpkin in a drill sergeant's uniform. "Hey, anyone seen Cat anywhere?"

"Last I checked, she was on the prowl for something." Aquamarine, who was wearing a strapless white dress and a matching bolero over it while her hair was styled into an off-center ponytail, responded. Just then, Cat's Eye leaped to the ground while dressed in a skin-tight catsuit with a hood with tiny cat ears attached to it.

"Oh, did someone call for me?" Cat's Eye asked while reaching into the pockets of her suit and grabbing some chocolates to eat. "I was just hunting for some candy, no big."

"Hey, speaking of candy, we got tons of it to share with everyone!" Amethyst exclaimed as she dumped out a giant pile of candy from a bag she kept in her gem, tucked away beneath her red and blue spiderweb-patterned suit. "And in addition, who wants to start telling spooky stories?!"

"Ooh, me, me!" various Gems began cheering as they asked to share their own stories for the night.

"Okay, one at a time, everyone." The fortune teller-dressed Garnet laughed warmly. "Now then, who wants to go first?"

"Hey, I got a story I'm sure no one has ever heard before!" Amethyst proclaimed. "Anyone want to know how I first joined the Crystal Gems?"

"We all know that, Amethyst." Bismuth replied, dressed in a flashy red and yellow costume with an X belt and red boots. "Rose found you in a Kindergarten one day and took you in, easy as that."

"You're right, Bismuth, but I'm not sure if we know the whole story." Lapis, wearing a blue top, brown skirt, black leggings, and brown fur-lined boots with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, pointed out as they gathered around the pile of candy.

"Yes, please tell us!" Peridot agreed as she sat down in her ratty tan-colored robes and pointy eyes hanging off her hair.

--

Extraterrestrials

Many years ago, long after the Rebellion had ended and Homeworld abandoned Earth, the Crystal Gems were left to defend Earth's inhabitants with their former brethren now forced off the planet. However, there was still the problem of their fellow rebels being converted into mutated beasts by the Diamonds' last strike upon the Crystal Gems. Since then, they dedicated themselves to containing the corrupted Gems and hoping they could find a way to save their friends from their fate.

One day, Rose Quartz ventured into a Kindergarten in search of any corrupted Gems to subdue. With the Rebellion over, the canyon was deathly quiet, almost like a graveyard or something. "Okay, Rose, just gotta get in, find some corrupted Gems, and get out." She said to herself. "Easy as that, right?"

Unfortunately for Rose, her mission wouldn't be so easy. Something let out a feral snarl that made Rose flinch in surprise before she dashed towards a hole in the canyon's walls to hide in. Just then, a corrupted Gem with a strange skeletal, biomechanical body, a blade-tipped tail, and an elongated head stalked through the Kindergarten in search of someone to make its prey. The Gem was bronze-colored and had a diaspore embedded in its forehead, indicating to Rose who the monster once was.

"Wait, is that Diaspore?" Rose gasped quietly upon recognizing the corrupted Gem outside. "Oh, that poor thing. She must be so scared and confused." Before Rose could go out and confront her former subordinate, she felt something tugging on the bottom of her dress, and she looked down to discover a little purple Gem trying to keep her from leaving. "Oh, hello, little Amethyst. Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to save you!" Amethyst whispered. "That thing has been going around snatching up Gems that came out late like me and eating them! And I think I might be next, so don't give me away!"

"Came out late?" Rose asked. "Did you not emerge on time like all the other Amethysts made here?"

"Yeah, I think there might've been a war I missed out on, or something." Amethyst replied. "Ever since I came out, I've just been hanging out here by myself, playing with all the rocks I can find until that thing showed up."

"You poor thing!" Rose cried as she scooped Amethyst up in her fair-skinned arms and hugged her tightly. "You must've been so lonely all this time! Don't you worry, I have some friends who will welcome you when I bring you home."

"You really mean it?" Amethyst asked innocently.

"I most certainly do." Rose giggled as she tapped Amethyst's little nose before flinging the tiny purple Gem on her back. "Come on, let's get out of here before Diaspore finds us."

"Is that what it's called?" Amethyst asked as Rose began checking for the Gem she once knew as Diaspore to leave. "I've just been calling it the alien."

"That's a funny name." Rose chuckled at the nickname as Diaspore slowly crept away, giving the two Gems enough time to leave the hole and begin returning to the Warp Pad. "This is called a Warp Pad, Amethyst. Gems can use it to get anywhere in an instant."

"You mean anywhere, anywhere?" Amethyst asked as she admired the Warp Pad before her. "Even to the further corners of the universe?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot someday." Rose said when she looked up to discover the Gem monster looming over them. "Uh, Amethyst!"

"What, something on my face?" Amethyst asked before she looked up to discover Diaspore as well. "Aw farts, it got us." Diaspore then let out a feral roar as it snatched up Amethyst and prepared to rip out her gem with its claws. Rose wouldn't stand for an innocent Gem having her life end so soon, so she retaliated by tossing her shield at Diaspore, knocking it out, and making it drop Amethyst into her arms.

"This site isn't safe; we need to run!" Rose yelled as she ran off with Amethyst in her arms. "Are you okay?"

"Only mildly traumatized, if that's what you're asking." Amethyst replied casually, even though she was nearly Diaspore's dinner. "Where are we gonna go now?"

"Any place far away from that thing!" Rose yelled in fright as the corrupted Gem formerly known as Diaspore got back up and charged at her and Amethyst. "By the way, I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Rose Quartz."

"Nice to meet you." Amethyst greeted Rose. "Anyways, keep running!" And run they did. Rose and Amethyst seemed to have covered the entire Kindergarten to try and escape from Diaspore, but unfortunately, the corrupted Gem seemed to follow them no matter what they did. All the while, the two were followed by this mysterious figure with stringy hair and a blue kimono that seemed to do nothing to stop either party.

"That thing is relentless." Rose panted as she and Amethyst found one last safe place to hide from Diaspore. "I don't think we can keep running for long. It seems we have no other choice but to fight it."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Amethyst said while raising her fists, eager to fight Diaspore before Rose put them down.

"No, Amethyst, it's too dangerous for you to go out there." Rose objected in a stern yet motherly fashion. "You already told me how it's hungry for defective Gems, and I'm not ready to let someone die so disgracefully!"

"But I can still help! Just let me out, and I'll give 'em what for!" Amethyst responded desperately, but Rose didn't answer before she marched out to face Diaspore. "Wait!"

"Diaspore, I know you're in there!" Rose called out to her former soldier. "It's me, Rose Quartz! I'm sorry that I couldn't save you, but I didn't have enough time to gather everyone up! If you'd please stand down and let me talk, I'm sure we can make amends."

"Roooose." Diaspore snarled hatefully at Rose. "ROOOOSE!" Filled with anger at being left behind by her fearless leader, Diaspore pounced on her and let out a feral shriek, revealing a pharyngeal jaw inside her mouth to threaten her with.

"Rose, look out!" Amethyst cried from afar as Diaspore prepared to tear Rose's gem from her belly and turn it into its snack. Though Rose ordered Amethyst to stay put out of concern for her safety, Amethyst refused to watch while this beast killed the Gem who had treated her like a daughter. Reaching for her own gem, Amethyst suddenly pulled out a whip and gazed in awe at her weapon before rushing into battle. "Hey!"

"Hm?" Diaspore muttered as she confusedly looked at Amethyst. Rose gasped in alarm as she discovered Amethyst deliberately disobeying her commands to save someone she barely knew.

"Get away from her, you bitch!" Amethyst screamed angrily as she tried to throw her whip at Diaspore's neck and strangle her with it.

"Amethyst, what are you doing?" Rose asked as she took the opportunity to escape from Diaspore's grasp by rolling away from her.

"Saving you, that's what!" Amethyst replied as she wrapped her whip even tighter around Diaspore's neck. "You did the same to me!" With a final shriek, Diaspore poofed in a cloud of smoke from being strangled by Amethyst, leaving only her gem to be collected by Rose. "You're welcome."

"Oh, Amethyst, I can't thank you enough for saving me from her." Rose sighed in relief before sending Diaspore's gem away. "I think Garnet and Pearl would love having you around. You still want me to take you away from here?"

"Sure, I'd like that." Amethyst blushed at the offer before Rose took her tiny, purple hand and walked her back to the Warp Pad. And the rest, as they would say, was history.

--

"And that was the story of how I met Rose!" Amethyst concluded her tale. "I felt like telling this story to show everyone that despite all the messed up and shady stuff she did, Rose still cared for others."

"Hey guys, what are you talking about?" a bronze-colored Gem wearing glasses and dressed in a white lab coat with a light blue undershirt and brown pants asked as she walked over to join everyone gathered around the candy pile, much to everyone's surprise.

"Oh, hey Diaspore, I was just talking about how I first met Rose." Amethyst said. "No hard feelings about being choked out?"

"Water under the bridge!" Diaspore chuckled before she looked around at the Gems staring at her in surprise. "What?"

"Were you always there and we just never noticed you until now?" Laz asked. She was wearing a blue coat with white fur lining, a darker colored shawl, and a matching Cossack hat to top it off, making her contrast Zuli's costume of a soft purple tank top with a blue swirl on her chest, a khaki skirt and hiking boots, and purple legwarmers over the boots.

"Why did you choose now to show up?" Zuli added just as quizzically.

"Well, I found the story to be quite adorable." Pyrope stated.

"Am I the only one not impressed with that story?" Black Rutile complained with a lollipop in her mouth. "It just sounds like you ripped off a movie or something. And what about that girl with the long hair?"

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Emerald added, just as confused. She wore a blue bodysuit with yellow and white body armor over her torso.

"Strange, I don't think I remember that part." Amethyst pondered as she felt a sudden chill up her spine, followed by the figure from her story looming behind her. When Amethyst turned around, however, the figure had vanished. "Uh, why don't we have someone else share a story?"

"I'll go!" Pearl exclaimed. "Now, to set the scene, if I had to describe my tale in one word, it would be 'groovy'."

--

Pearl of Darkness

"I'm being serious here; you need these refrigerators!" Jasper yelled at a departing customer of S-Hop as they were leaving. "Ugh, another one lost." She groaned. "Pearl!"

"Yes, Miss Jasper?" S-Hop salesclerk Pearl Williams asked her superior before she was tossed the keys to the store.

"You're locking up tonight, Pearl." Jasper said while putting on a jacket and preparing to leave. "And one more thing, don't go near the books section. I hear it might be haunted. Some stock we got recently might be the cause of that."

"Oh, I'm sure it's all just superstitious nonsense, Jasper." Pearl laughed smugly. "In fact, I'll go check on my way out to prove you wrong!"

"Well, don't come crying to me if you suddenly disappear or become surrounded by monsters." Jasper responded. "Have a good night!"

Pearl Williams lived a simple life as a blue-collar employee of S-Hop devoted to doing her job perfectly. She did everything her bosses told her to the letter and always carried an air of stoic professionalism as well. However, it was this night when she decided to inspect the store's books section that would change everything.

"Hmph, haunted book, I'll show them." Pearl arrogantly scoffed to herself as she marched over to check out the mysterious stock haunting the store. But if she would have to contend with supernatural forces, Pearl armed herself with a twelve-gauge double-barreled shotgun from the weapons department. As she slowly inspected each of the books, Pearl thought she had seen a ghost of some kind with long, stringy hair lurking about. But it suddenly disappeared before she could get any answers about who the spirit was. "Oh, you're just seeing things, Pearl."

Finally, Pearl walked over to the horror section of the books and found exactly what was causing these rumors. Looking through each of the horror novels, she discovered one of them that stood out as one she recognized a little too much.

"No, the Necronomicon?!" she gasped as she began getting flashbacks. She remembered how the mysterious book of the dead once hijacked a trip she took with some friends to the mountains as a teenager, and how she had to chop off her hand with a chainsaw to keep herself from getting possessed by the demons the book unleashed. "I thought I destroyed this thing ages ago! How did it wind up here?"

"Why don't you read it and find out?" a strange voice whispered beckoningly to Pearl before the Necronomicon opened by itself and found an incantation for its holder to read.

"Uh, Tar-tra Kanda-Estra, Hudsucker Proxy – Kanda?" Pearl read the incantation confusedly. After a few seconds of dead silence convinced Pearl that this might be a trick, a rift suddenly opened in front of her and began sucking her in. "Okay, I was wrong; this place is haunted!" Pearl cried as she tried to save herself. "Someone save me!" Unfortunately for Pearl, no one could help her escape from wherever, or rather whenever, she would be flung to by the Necronomicon, which was sucked in with her.

--

Moments later, Pearl woke up to a blue sky and a bright sun above her, relieving her that she wasn't sent to the bowels of hell by her curiosity. But what really baffled her were the men on horseback surrounding her. "Um, hello there, sirs. Could you tell me where I am? The last thing I remember was reading from that scary book and landing here."

"Where are you, lass?" one of the men said as a priest confiscated Pearl's weapons. "Welcome to the 14th century! And you might be the hero prophesized to save us from the forces of darkness!"

"Hero? I think you got it all wrong. I'm just an average blue-collar working girl trapped in the past." Pearl said as she was carried away by the horse riders and got an explanation of what she had just heard.

"You see, milady, legend has it that an everyday hero shall fall from the heavens and use the most unorthodox weapons to fight back against the beasts known as the Skeletites and save our land from the evil armies of darkness." The lead horseman explained to Pearl as they got closer to a large castle in the distance. "Perhaps in exchange for your services, our lord Ashton shall lend his assistance in bringing you back to your realm."

"Oh, I would find that most divine, sir!" Pearl exclaimed in delight while she was let off the horse and shown to the castle, where a king with shaggy black hair and a missing hand not unlike Pearl's own awaited her. "Hello there, sir, my name is Pearl," Pearl introduced herself with a curtsy. "And I have been brought here from afar to help your kingdom stop the Skeletite threat."

"About time too!" Lord Ashton exclaimed in relief. "We were in the middle of a war with Henry the Crimson when these creatures suddenly appeared and killed almost everyone! Coincidentally, they appeared around the same time you might've shown up."

"Speaking of which, I was brought here by a book called the Necronomicon, and I think it came with me, but now I can't seem to find it." Pearl explained, causing the king to contemplate her statement for a bit.

"Well, if you need to find this Necronomicon, I suggest you go look for the graveyard in the haunted forest." Lord Ashton revealed. "Once you find the book, speak the phrase Klaatu Barada Nikto to open a way back to your time. Got it? Good." He snapped his fingers, allowing Pearl to regain her chainsaw and shotgun. "In the meantime, we should be expecting some Skeletites coming to raid our castle by sundown, so best be armed. And also, we already had someone prepare you something to replace your hand with."

A blacksmith entered the scene with a mechanical prosthetic hand for Pearl to equip, and she was pleased to have two working hands again. "Groovy."

For the remainder of Pearl's stay in the 14th century, she spent her days fighting off the malicious Skeletites and researching ways to find a way home to the 21st century. Eventually, she would learn where the graveyard where the Necronomicon, and thus her ticket out of Lord Ashton's kingdom, was located. It was in the far reaches of the land where no soul dared to tread, but Pearl took that as a challenge and set out for the graveyard.

As Pearl trudged through the graveyard, she once again felt like something was watching her. Perhaps the same stringy-haired girl that haunted her back in S-Hop. Once again, however, the girl disappeared once Pearl turned around.

"I swear, Pearl, you must be seeing things again." Pearl murmured to herself as she continued her quest. "Guess that's what happens when you're stuck in the past for what feels like ages now." Just then, she heard something rustling in the woods surrounding her. "Who's there? Come on out!" she yelled while raising her sawed-off shotgun. "This is my boomstick, and I know how to use it!"

As if accepting Pearl's challenge, a large Skeletite emerged from the trees and let out a nasty roar. True to their name, the Skeletites were large, skeletal-like creatures resembling the fossils of prehistoric animals, and the one Pearl faced wouldn't look out of place in a pack of woolly mammoths. The Skeletite would soon be joined by its brethren, one resembling a ground sloth and the other looking like a saber-toothed tiger, all of them ready to attack Pearl.

"I don't care what you throw at me, I'm getting that book!" Pearl yelled as she cut off the mammoth Skeletite's tusk with her chainsaw before running for shelter, even with the Skeletites continuing to pursue her. Thankfully, Pearl was able to hide away in an abandoned windmill, where she hoped the monsters would forget about her and move on.

"Oh, as if things can't get any more hectic!" Pearl sighed in exhaustion as she leaned against a mirror in the windmill. However, the mirror wasn't propped up against the wall and fell to the ground before breaking into pieces. Pearl yelped in pain as she fell on her back on the glass shards. "Ouch, ouchie, ow! That stings!" Pearl got up, and the pieces began sliding off her, while she picked up a larger piece to contemplate. "I wonder what will happen next?"

As Pearl walked away, she got her answer in the form of numerous smaller Pearls climbing out of the mirror pieces and gathering around her with devilish giggles. "Hey, big lady, over here!" one of the Mini Pearls yelled with a wicked grin. "Think fast!"

"Who said that?" Pearl asked when she looked down at all the Mini Pearls climbing up her body while continuing their mischievous laughter. "Okay, I think I've officially gone insane!"

"How's this for insane?" a Mini Pearl asked before she and her buddies picked up a large sledgehammer to slam Pearl in the knees with, causing her to fall over while yelling in pain. "TIMBER!"

"AAAAAAH!" Pearl screamed in both pain and terror as she nearly landed headfirst into the fireplace behind her. As the Mini Pearls began laughing at her expense and high-fiving each other, Pearl got back up and cracked her neck before frowning angrily at them. "Okay, you little miscreants, you want a fight? You got one!"

"What are you gonna do, stomp all over us?" one of the Mini Pearls dared with an evil grin, only to quickly eat her words before Pearl tried doing precisely that. As the Mini Pearl tried running for her life, the bigger Pearl started singing.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down!" Pearl tauntingly sang while pursuing the Mini Pearl. However, the Mini Pearl thought quickly on her feet and, just as she was about to get crushed by Pearl's boot, grabbed a nearby nail to replace herself with. "London Bridge is falling d-OW!"

"My fair lady, ha!" four Mini Pearls finished the nursery rhyme in a mocking tone. Pearl began wincing in pain as she tried to slowly remove the nail without hurting herself, but that was easier said than done with her obnoxious smaller duplicates running amok and causing more chaos.

"I think I've just about had enough of you brats." Pearl growled as she got up and tried reaching for her boomstick. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't there. "Oh dear, you didn't!" she cried. "Let me guess, you're right behind me, ready to shoot me with my gun, huh?"

"Actually, no." another Mini Pearl answered, to Pearl's relief. "We're right below you." Pearl then looked down and discovered that the Mini Pearls had taken control of her gun. And it was aimed straight at her privates. "Surprise!"

"Classy." Pearl grimaced in disgust before she dodged the first shot and immediately ran out of the windmill, her escape complicated by the limp gained from removing the nail from her foot. The Mini Pearls stampeded out of the windmill in hot pursuit, plotting to continue their reign of mischief, while Pearl refused to give up on the Necronomicon, even when the Skeletites soon joined the Mini Pearls.

"Come on, just a little closer!" Pearl muttered as she kept fighting off Skeletites and Mini Pearls with her chainsaw, limping ever so closer to the graveyard where the book of the dead was sure to be found. But to her surprise, there was not one, not two, but three Necronomicons awaiting her in the graveyard. "Three of them?! Are you kidding me?!"

As the Skeletites and the Mini Pearls reached the graveyard, the forces of Lord Ashton arrived in the nick of time to hold them off. In addition, the armies of Henry the Crimson were there as well, having sided with Lord Ashton to stop the Skeletite menace.

"We'll handle everything from here; just read the book!" Lord Ashton urged Pearl.

"But which one?!" Henry the Crimson added hurriedly. "There's three of them!"

"I'm trying my best, okay?" Pearl exclaimed while two of the Necronomicons suddenly came to life. One flew around and tried to suck her in, while the other wanted to bite her. However, the third did nothing, implying to Pearl that it was the real book she was looking for. "Bingo!" Once she finally picked up the book, Pearl began to recite the incantation she needed to get back home. "Okay, hope I get this right. Klaatu Barada N-"

Suddenly, Pearl heard a gunshot ring out and swiftly dodged it, interrupting the chant as she saw the Mini Pearls gather before her. "Not so fast, Big Pearl." One of the Mini Pearls snickered. "We still got one last trick up our sleeves!" The Pearls then all gathered together and stood on top of each other to match Pearl's exact height, and then they suddenly merged together to form a replica of her. Only instead, this one was shamelessly evil. "Hey there, Good Pearl, my name's Evil Pearl!"

"So you're basically me, but evil?" Pearl pointed out the obvious.

"Bingo, you little goody two shoes!" Evil Pearl grinned. "Little goody two shoes, little goody two shoes!" Before Evil Pearl could go any longer, the regular Pearl took back her boomstick and fired at her counterpart's face, and snatched the Necronomicon before she began fleeing. "After her!" she commanded the Skeletites fighting Lord Ashton and Henry the Crimson's men.

The monsters gave chase, but Pearl was a far quicker thinker than the beasts realized. With the Necronomicon tucked underneath her arm, Pearl fired her boomstick at the Skeletites and tore them all down with her chainsaw. "Anyone else wants a piece of me?!"

"Just who do you think you are?!" Evil Pearl snarled. "I will swallow your soul!"

"Pearl Williams, housewares." Pearl responded coolly. "Come and get some." With a final charge, the two Pearls swung their chainsaws at each other in their epic clash. While Pearl came out with quite a few scars, eventually, she emerged victorious over her doppelganger and had her buried by the windmill, while the Skeletites were destroyed once and for all. With Evil Pearl slain, now she could finally return home.

"Good work, miss." Lord Ashton thanked Pearl for her heroics. "For your show of heroism in the face of total peril, we hereby award you with this potion made using ingredients in the Necronomicon." The priest who confiscated Pearl's weapons earlier presented Pearl with an elixir to drink. "In just a few sips, you shall fall into a deep slumber and reawaken in your own time!"

"But what about the incantation?" Pearl asked, wondering if her quest was all for nothing as she took the bottle. "Eh, I'll think of it later. Now, bottoms up!" A few chugs of the elixir later, Pearl was out cold for quite possibly the next couple of centuries, though whether she'd wake up home at last is unknown.

--

"The end." Pearl proclaimed. "Hail to the queen, baby!"

"So then, what happened?" Morganite, who tied her hair up into a chonmage and wore a white robe for her costume, asked. "Did she wake up back in her own time or even longer than that?"

"News flash, I don't care." Eyeball rolled her eyes. She was dressed in a lime green hoodie and a blue hard hat with an M on it. "But still, where did that strange girl come from?"

"What strange girl?" Navy, wearing a red pinstripe suit and a balaclava over her head with a cigarette in her mouth, asked curiously.

"I think it might be the same one from Amethyst's story." Squaridot analyzed, unaware that the same ghost was hovering over her. She was wearing a pair of flight goggles, a baggy white shirt, and tight black shorts while carrying around a stuffed corgi.

"Well, if we're done plagiarizing, then I have my own story to tell!" Black Rutile proudly declared, only to be interrupted by Garnet.

"I don't think we should worry too much." Garnet tried calming everyone down as Pearl looked around for the ghost. "Now, let's move on to my story. It's a standard horror set-up, a bunch of rowdy teenagers fighting for their lives against a seemingly unstoppable monster. But there's a twist." She started flickering a flashlight below her face. "THE MONSTER IS ME!"

--

Nightmare on Diamond Pond

It was a warm summer's night at Camp Diamond Pond. A group of rowdy teenagers were camping there for the evening and decided to pass the time by telling each other scary stories by the campfire.

"I got one." Sour Cream said. "It's about this freaky witch lady who was trapped in a mirror as a way of escaping the Salem witch trials. One day, a boy finds the mirror in a pawn shop and accidentally sets the witch free because he thinks she needs a friend. But the witch was using him to escape and seek vengeance on Salem for persecuting her kind, so she stole all the water from the nearby lake and flooded the town!"

"Boo, not scary at all!" Jenny complained. "Anyone else got something scarier?"

"I got one, and it's based on real life." Buck Dewey proclaimed. "This is the story of the Elm Street Smasher. Legend has it that a psycho child killer haunts our dreams and plots to kill us all. It all started when someone didn't leave the door closed at an asylum, and thus the bloodthirsty Garnie Jason was born." He told his frightening tale. "She smashed in the faces of twenty kids in their nightmares before she was found out by the parents, who gave Garnie her just desserts. But even so, her spirit lives on after she struck a deal with some dream demons to become unstoppable. And who knows? Maybe she could be haunting us the moment we close our eyes."

"Wow, that was certainly better than anything I could come up with." Sour Cream declared as Buck finished his story. "Well, I'm turning in for the night. See you guys in the morning."

"Ooh, maybe we should stay up! What if Garnie comes for us?" Kiki jokingly suggested with a laugh, causing the other cool kids to laugh as well. "But in all seriousness, I'm a little worried about her."

"Ah, don't worry, it's just a story." Jenny assured her sister. "It's not like Garnie is real, right?" As the teens went to their tents for the night, a distinct silhouette of a woman with a square head and brass knuckles on her hand lurked about, ready to find someone to kill.

"Yeah, just a story." Garnie Jason smirked evilly as a stringy-haired girl appeared beside her. "Hey, do you mind? I'm going to kill some teenagers here." The girl nodded and abruptly disappeared, leaving Garnet to fade into smoke and enter one of the tents. What happened next would soon turn disastrous.

A few minutes later, Buck and Sour Cream heard Jenny scream from her and Kiki's tent, and they rushed to see what was up. To their horror, Kiki was lying dead on the ground with her face caved in and strange handprints on her neck, almost like someone had strangled her.

"Oh my gosh, Garnie might be real!" Sour Cream exclaimed. "Jenny, did anyone pop into your tent earlier?"

"No, I just heard Kiki choking to death!" Jenny replied. "We gotta call someone; call 911!"

"On it!" Buck said and tried to call for help on his phone. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to pick up. "Seems like we have a bad signal here. Or maybe…."

"Ah ah ah, you didn't say the magic word." Garnie Jason's voice taunted Buck as he realized what he was in for. "The number you have dialed cannot be reached. Please hang up and try again."

"She's onto us; we gotta run!" Buck remarked in terror as he tried to run for his life towards the camp's docks, but Garnie was in pursuit of him via rowboat. When she finally caught up with Buck, Garnie had an oar at the ready.

"Permission to come aboard?" Garnie smirked before she bludgeoned Buck to death with just one swing, sending him flying into the lake and leaving him to drown. "Hm, need to think of better puns."

Jenny and Sour Cream rushed down to the docks, where they found Garnie having already killed Buck, and thus they were the only ones left standing against this psychotic serial killer.

"Friends of yours?" Garnie asked the two surviving teens as she hopped out of the boat. "Apologies, they were trespassing on one of my favorite places to kill people. No hard feelings, right?"

"Oh, all the hard feelings, alright!" Sour Cream yelled defiantly and tried to fight Garnie with a fishing rod, while Jenny protested him not to be so reckless. "This one is for my friends!"

"I guess fishing season must be in." Garnie said coldly as she grabbed the fishing line with one hand and sent it flying back to Sour Cream, tying it around his neck and leaving him to hang on a lamppost, and then she turned to face Jenny. "Final girl, huh? How lucky you must be." She then began to slowly march towards Jenny, who immediately began making a run for it. What happened next was left unknown, but they both had vanished from the camp by the following day.

--

"The end." Garnet menacingly concluded, to the horror of the other Gems. "So, what did we all think?"

"Okay, I'll admit, that was pretty scary." Black Rutile confessed. "The way she ruthlessly murdered all those kids, ooh, it sends tingles down my spine! And what about that freaky ghost in there too?"

"I don't remember a ghost!" Garnet exclaimed as the ghost became clearer and frightened the Gems. However, there seemed to be something on her solar plexus that indicated there was more to her than meets the eye. "I can't believe it; the ghost was real!"

"I shoulda known there was something fishy about her appearing in all our stories!" Pearl added while drawing her sword. "Come and face us!" However, the ghost didn't seem to move, nor did it even acknowledge them as the sword Pearl threw phased right through her. "Hm, that's odd."

"What even is she?" Yellow Pearl muttered nervously while Blue Pearl and Volleyball hid behind her. Yellow Pearl was wearing a pink dress with a big red hairbow, while Blue was wearing a blue dress, and Volleyball was dressed in green.

"Maybe it's friendly." Blue Pearl tried reaching out to the girl, but the girl grabbed her wrist tightly, giving Blue Pearl a scare before Volleyball saved her.

"Is that all it's doing?" Volleyball wondered.

"It's just standing there! Menacingly!" Amethyst yelled. "What do we do?!"

"Well, if it's not going to do anything, then allow me to present my tale." Black Rutile proclaimed. "It is a totally original story that does not steal from any already existing movie. And I call it-"

--

The Black-xorcist

On a stormy night in Beach City, a tall, dark-skinned priest stood outside a house beneath a lamppost. He had been called in by a worried mother and traveled all the way from Dover to investigate her cry for help. After slowly walking towards the front door and starting to knock, the mother answered by opening the door. "Hello there, my name is Father Black. May I come in?

"Oh, thank you for coming on such short notice!" Vidalia sighed in relief. "It's about my little boy, Onion. He's been acting strangely lately since I bought that statue from the thrift shop."

"Now, hang on a second!" Amethyst cried out, interrupting the story and making Vidalia & Father Black look up at the sky. "You're choosing Onion? Wouldn't it make more sense if it were Steven since you hate him so much?"

"I may hate Steven, but Onion absolutely terrifies me!" Black Rutile answered. "I'm not even sure if he's human or not! Now let me finish." The story then resumed as usual.

"Children, am I right?" Father Black dryly remarked as Vidalia led him inside her house and up the stairs. "And you said it was the fault of a statue?"

"I'm not sure yet," Vidalia answered. "But if you want to know, just see for yourself." She opened the door to Onion's room. To her and the priest's surprise, he wasn't there. However, Father Black was completely undeterred as he stepped into the room. "Good luck, father."

"Hello, Onion?" Father Black called out for the strange boy. "My name is Father Black. Your mother summoned me here because she is greatly concerned for you."

"My mother?" a voice rang out across the room as Onion levitated into view, his mouth full of grimy fangs, a long, green tongue slithering out of his mouth, and bloodshot red eyes staring straight into his soul. "Well, yo mama really enjoyed my company, if you catch my drift!"

"You leave my dear mother out of this." Black stoically replied. "Now then, could you please tell me your name and how you came into possession of this little boy's body?"

"Oh, playin' the name game now, are we?" Onion cackled. "But since I'm such a nice guy, you can call me Zapupu. You may remember me for causing the following natural disasters, like the San Francisco earthquakes, the Yellow River Flood, Hurricane Katrina, or whatever gender reveal parties have nearly caused a societal collapse!"

"You fiend." Father Black cursed Zapupu. "How long have you been causing such death and destruction?"

"What do you mean death and destruction?!" Zapupu exclaimed angrily. "I was making dinner; it's what I've been doing since the dawn of time! Heck, you should've seen what I did to Pompeii!"

"Your chaos shall not go on for any longer!" Father Black declared as he picked up a statue of Zapupu that was resting next to a painting of the ghost girl. "Was this how you were able to possess him?!"

"Of course, after some schmuck bought that at the thrift shop!" Zapupu chuckled, making Vidalia hide away in shame. "So go ahead Blacky-Boy, hit me with your best shot!"

"With pleasure." Father Black smirked as he threw the statue at Onion, sending him crashing into the wall and breaking the statue.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that!" Zapupu cried out in surrender. "I'm a psychotic demon and proud of it, but this is a child I'm possessing here! You're a man of the cloth!" To save himself, Zapupu generated a pair of glasses to put on. "You wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you?" Father Black took the glasses off Onion's face and smacked him with them. "You hit a guy with glasses. Well played, big guy."

"May the power of Christ compel you!" Father Black boomed as he prepared to lay the hurt on Zapupu.

--

"And Father Black started beating the boy within an inch of his life to expel the demon!" Black Rutile ended her story in a surprisingly violent fashion, horrifying all her listeners and even the ghost girl as she went into excruciating detail on how badly Father Black beat Onion.

"Geez, man, calm down!" White Topaz yelled. "We get that you find Onion creepy, but do you seriously want to kill him?!"

"I don't know." Black Rutile answered. "I'm not even sure if he can be killed, to be honest."

"Well, that sure was gruesome." Pearl declared awkwardly. "Well, anyone else has a story to tell?"

"I got one." The ghost girl declared in a high-pitched voice. "My name is Dumortierite, though some of you may just know me as the Lighthouse Monster."

"Wait, I think Steven told us about you." Amethyst realized. "I kinda thought you were another Topaz. Plus, where were you this whole time?"

"That's the thing; I was an archivist." Dumortierite revealed as she presented her gem on her solar plexus. "I'm supposed to be in charge of gathering data, which is how I was able to enter all your wonderful stories." She then demonstrated her telekinetic and flight abilities by grabbing herself some candy to eat from the pile. "I was trapped in that lighthouse after being corrupted, where I was embittered by all the hatred and toxicity humans showed each other, even close friends."

"Yeah, that's bound to happen." Black Rutile proclaimed. "Now, go away so I won't have to listen to your generic sob story, Dummy."

"I said it was my turn!" Dumortierite yelled angrily, causing her eyes to turn red with fury and blood-red veins to appear on her body, but she immediately calmed down and continued. "When I was freed of my curse, I would be given a different curse—the curse of rejection. I felt alone and scared in this new world, so I hid myself away and tried going from town to town for a place to belong. But unfortunately, they all turned me away."

"Oh dear, poor thing." Pearl said as she gave Dumortierite a warm hug. "I can assure you; humans aren't all like that. They're just afraid of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, they're scared of what they can't control and all that!" Black Rutile commented sarcastically as she walked away. "Go ahead, Dummy, move in all you like, just don't get into any of my business."

"You're welcome to attend Dumortierite. Just keep an eye out on Black Rutile there." Garnet assured Dumortierite. "She's planning something big, and while we know she plans on accessing other dimensions, we have no idea what she'll do afterward."

Meanwhile, Black Rutile had returned home and pulled off her iron mask to reach for Rasputina's spellbook in her gem. "Now, let's see where I can find this Seer." She muttered as she continued to check its pages.

--

Later that night, everyone was standing around in a field presenting their costumes to each other, and Teal saw fit to comment on one of them. "Hey, Serpy, I really like your Inspector Spacetime get-up!" Teal complimented Serpentine's costume. "Which one are you supposed to be again? I always keep getting them mixed up."

"I'm the one who hates pears, FYI." Serpentine answered before turning to Desert Glass. "A cheerleader? How quaint."

"Not just any cheerleader, a zombie-killed sexy cheerleader!" Desert Glass proudly proclaimed. "What gave it away, the head?"

"What kind of cheerleader carries around a decapitated head?" Yellow Pearl asked. "Luckily, my costume is far less violent."

"And what are you supposed to be, Garnet?" Peridot asked about the fusion's costume. "Some kind of flying carpet racer?"

"Far from it." Garnet answered. "I'm actually a fortune teller with the power to generate fire, but I didn't have enough time to get a flame chicken."

"Well, I can see you all have wonderful costumes, everyone." Pearl declared. "Now then, anyone up for more candy?"

"Did you need to ask?" Amethyst replied with a smile.

--

This is probably the most ambitious chapter of any story I've written yet. Having to write four stories in one chapter certainly took longer than I thought, but I hope it was all worth it! Happy Halloween everyone, and stay tuned next week for the Christmas special to close out the season!

#steven universe #steven universe future #fanfiction #steven universe alternate future #little homeworld life #jasper #white topaz #garnet #amethyst #pearl #lapis lazuli #peridot #bismuth #black rutile #aquamarine #holly blue agate #cat's eye #eyeball ruby #navy ruby #nice lapis #mean lapis #demantoid #pyrope #yellow pearl #blue pearl #volleyball pearl #teal zircon #nephrite #desert glass #serpentine

[normallyxstranger]

Fictober22 Day 4 —  “How would that even work?”

featuring Nancy Pritchard & Taran — characters from The New Ashton Chronicles, written & role-played by F.R. Southerland (@normallyxstranger | @frsoutherlandauthor | www.frsoutherland.com) © October 2022

original fiction

general warnings: strong language

     He crumpled the bag noisily before he tossed it. It fell short of the garbage can and littered the floor with other snack bags, wrappers, and empty Mountain Dew cans. His fingers were stained orange from the Cheeto dust and as he licked them clean, he watched his queen.

     A sullen look had crossed over Nancy’s pale face, her blue eyes drawn to the ugly-looking gem dangling from the chain at the end of her finger. The stone was red—maybe a ruby or a garnet—placed in some weird gold setting. Something ancient, Taran suspected. Certainly wasn’t the sort of jewelry she liked to wear. So why did she spend huge amounts of time and money acquiring it? 

     “Why are you so bummed out?” he asked, wiping his hand on his jeans, leaving a smear of saliva and snack residue across the fabric. “You got what you wanted, right?” He gave a dry chuckle, watching the pendant swing slowly in circles. “Dunno why you want that ugly-ass thing, but you should be happy.” 

     The black makeup around her eyes had smeared at some point during the night, giving the appearance that she’d been crying but there were no tears there when she narrowed her glare at him. “I should be happy,” she repeated in a husky-voiced monotone. She scoffed, closing her fingers around the chain and pulling it to her. “But I ain’t. I’ve been fucked, Taran, and not in the way I like.”

     He sat up in his seat, no longer reclining with his legs dangling over his arm. “What? How?” His tongue automatically went for his labret, habitually wiggling it back and forth. 

     “This ain’t it.” Light momentarily caught the gem as she brandished it in his direction. “It ain’t the Bloodstone. It’s some fucking fake.” 

     “How do you know? Looks real enough to me.” At least, from where he sat, but what did he really know? One magical, mystical artifact was the same as any other. He couldn’t tell a fucking difference. 

     “Don’t feel right,” she said, voice dropping to a murmur. Her lips drew back in a sneer, her fangs showing white against her dark-painted lips. “There should be some magic to it. Some… feeling or some shit. And this? It’s a hunk of junk. Fucking useless.” Disgusted, she tossed the thing away from her. It clattered to the floor at Taran’s feet.

     Leaning forward, he picked it up. “Damn, this thing’s got some weight to it.”     “Yeah. Tie it around your neck and drown in the river,” she said, with a throaty laugh. 

     “What is it? I mean, what’s it supposed to be?” Nancy was right about there being no magic to it. Magic should’ve had a tingle to it or something. Even a lowly human like himself should’ve felt that. Or maybe not. What the fuck did he know?

      “Do you ever fucking listen? A Bloodstone. Powerful godsdamn to us vamps.” 

     “Huh.” Well, maybe he hadn’t been listening before when she’d droned on about it, but he’d been sleepy and riding that fun little after-feeding high—right before the less fun fainting part. The sweet spot. “So what’s the deal with it? How would that even work?”

     Nancy scoffed again. “Beats the hell outta me. I was gonna figure it out as I went along. Supposed to unleash a vampire’s true power, make ‘em unstoppable—but that fucking black market dealer sold me shit I can’t use. Must’ve had some fake illusion magic on it, because it felt powerful as fuck. Prick.” 

     With the way she screwed up her mouth, Taran knew she was pissed at herself for the swindle more than she was the guy who’d tricked her. He also knew she wouldn’t admit it and to avoid her wrath, he chose not to say anything. Instead, a thrill of what might happen next went through him and he leaned forward, dangling the fake artifact between two fingers.

     “Wanna go after him? Tie this thing around his fucking neck and drown him in the river?” he asked.

     Nancy shot him a look. “Well, duh.” 

     His mouth pulled to a grin. “Let’s go then. Show that bastard he can’t fuck with the vampire queen and get away with it. Make sure he won’t pull that shit again.”

     She considered for only a second before she grinned too, grabbed the pendant from him, and stood. “Fuck yeah.” 

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[hoodharlow]

those jeans jack was wearing in that post are giving luke or ash

My mind went straight to Ashton in Mexico

Credits to @kindahoping4forever for the blue shirt picture. The other 3 I gotnoff Ashton's ig

#anon 😌😌😌

[ilikedrita]

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[lashton-is-my-drug]

Ash showed up on Drew Chaffee’s (associated with Spacebar Society, the company that worked with 5sos recent music videos) ig story.

September 13, 2022

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[thefivesosdiaries]

Take My Hand World Tour.

July 8, 2022 - Uncasville, CT

July 9, 2022 - Boston, MA

You are my getaway, you are my favorite place.

Nine hundred thirty six days. This is the amount of days I spent without seeing my favorite band.

Today is July 11th, 2022. It has been two days after being reunited with 5 Seconds of Summer for two nights. I’m honestly having a difficult time trying to put the words together but I am definitely going to try.

I had first day of school nerves on Thursday night, preparing my outfit for the following day. I woke up before my alarm on Friday morning which could have been due to my excitement for what was to come. It definitely was. For months, I spent so much time driving myself crazy over how good I wanted to look and feel for these shows. I would be awake into all hours in the morning trying to put together outfit ideas and have a desire to get back to the gym so I could look good in my clothes. I became obsessed and I think it was due to the pandemic stalling out these shows and my creative juices flowing. Friday morning, I felt none of that pressure I had put on myself. I was more than pleased with the look I had put together and felt even better wearing it.

My friend Heather and I got to Mohegan Sun close to the show starting. I have many memories with 5SOS inside Mohegan Sun so I was sure seeing the signs and walking through the casino in my sparkly blue boots the emotions would start to overwhelm me, but they hadn’t just yet. I told the staff member at the door I wanted to take a picture of him finally scanning my ticket because of how long I had waited for this day. He chuckled and could tell how eager I was to get inside. I received so many compliments on the 5SOS5 themed denim jeans that I hand painted walking to our seats. I’ll admit that I simply could not breathe initially putting the pants on but I knew dancing around the entire show would surely break them in. The opening band Pale Waves played a half hour set to get everyone excited, but it wasn’t until they were off stage where the butterflies really kicked in. The informercials 5SOS filmed for their anniversary show played every so often to keep us entertained while we waited for the band to take the stage. Around 8:50, the song “Are You Gonna Be My Girl?” played at max volume and I could sense the pre show playlist was coming to an end. There is no other feeling that compares to when the arena gets dark before the band walks out on stage. A wave of emotion hit me the minute this happened and a spotlight beamed down onto the stage. The music intensified and the single light turned into a cone and inside of it appeared the four boys I had waited 936 days to once again be reunited with. The beginning chords of “No Shame” began and at this point, my hands are full on shaking trying to capture everything on camera. I went into this tour purposely avoiding everything I possibly could. I had no clue what the stage looked like or what songs would be played. In that moment, screaming along to “No Shame,” it felt like my very first time seeing 5SOS. I was home.

As expected, the setlist didn’t disappoint. It never does. I was genuinely surprised to hear “Who Do You Love?,” “Disconnected,” and “Castaway.” My favorite parts of the set were the “Easier” to “More” transition *chefs kiss*, Ashton soloing which lead into “Red Desert”, and at the number one spot, everything about “2011.” I surprisingly didn’t cry when the band appeared on stage and even several songs into their set. But before the band performed 2011, a TV montage rewinding through their talk show appearances and music videos over the years absolutely wrecked me. The minute the opening guitar in the song began, I was in tears. The anniversary show is my safe space and getting to hear them perform such a meaningful song highlighting the band and fans’ relationship, there was no way I’d get out of there without crying. The first note of “She Looks So Perfect” will always get me as well. It is a song I always skip on shuffle but seeing it live, I will sing like it is my favorite song. A very important side note that is worth mentioning is that fans who sing the live versions are my kind of people. It is downright impossible for me not to hear the ad libs and note changes from live versions of certain songs when seeing 5SOS perform. For example, the “why can’t we choose them?” and “my heart” during More.

All of the new 5SOS5 songs sounded amazing live and the final song “Youngblood” had the prettiest visuals. By the final bow, I was about ready to rip my sparkly boots off and which I shamelessly did walking around the casino barefoot. Leaving the show, I felt a hundred different emotions. I felt content that I had really cherished my time, living in the moment. My voice and body were tired from screaming along to all of the words and dancing along to every song. My ears were ringing and my feet were spent but my heart felt so fulfilled. All the time spent waiting was so worth it. And even better, we got to do it all over again the next day. We arrived back at Heather’s place and all I wanted to do was look back through my videos and relive everything all over again. Laying on her couch while Degrassi played in the background, I plugged my AirPods in and just cried watching all of my videos. My adrenaline was so high and it felt impossible to sleep, all I wanted to do was keep reliving the night I had over and over. I didn’t fall asleep until 4 AM.

The following day, Heather and I left her place around noon in order to get to Boston for our soundcheck check in. The weather in Boston could not have been more perfect once we arrived. We checked in at the VIP Nation booth where we were given our laminates and soundcheck lineup numbers. I could feel the stares as we walked to find the end of the line, everyone admiring my pants that I decided to wear for day two as well. We were organized by our soundcheck numbers and placed right next to the water which made me really take in and cherish what a beautiful day it truly was. I had a few girls verbally tell me they loved my pants and even had all of the girls from 5SOS’ team compliment them as well. It will always feel different the way my stomach lights up when I talk about my history and dedication to 5SOS. You can imagine my excitement when a member of their team running soundcheck asked if she could take a picture of my jeans and the cherry on top was the girls in line behind me making sure she saw the back pockets as well. After about two and a half hours baking in the Sun, we were finally allowed into the arena to begin the soundcheck experience. My last soundcheck was in 2018 for the Meet You There tour and although I’ve done it for every 5SOS North American headliner, I still got nervous waiting in anticipation as if it was my first time. There were a few girls complaining about how long the band kept us waiting but after experiencing a pandemic and not getting this experience for two and a half years, I wish people would have been a little more grateful. Once they walked out, I immediately gawked over Ashton who was sporting the brown 5SOS trucker hat paired with an oversized black and white print shirt and brown pants. Don’t get me wrong I am a Michael girl through and through, but Ashton on this day deserves an honorary mention. I pushed the brim of my glasses closer to my eyes just to get a good look at them and take it all in. To this day, I can’t believe they’re real.

I love the soundcheck experience because it feels as if you are just hanging out with your really talented friends. These four guys who you’ve watched grow up before your eyes. They performed “Valentine” and again I will mention my fellow live version lovers in the audience saying “Boston, let’s fucking dance” before Calum began singing and “so fucking deep” during Michael’s verse. They answered a few really good questions including ones about their fashion evolution (I’m looking at you, Luke Hemmings) and making them pronounce different Massachusetts cities. They were also asked which one of their songs would they go back and make a music video for if they could. Ashton mentioned Beside You and said they were probably ten years late at this point haha. They grabbed their instruments to play another song and gave us the option to choose between “Long Way Home,” “Babylon,” and “Vapor.” I personally wanted to hear Babylon but was happy we got Vapor. It sounded amazing in the year 2022. Goosebumps galore, let me just say. After soundcheck, we braved the food and merch lines in order to get what we needed before finding our seats for the show. The chicken tenders with fries Heather got me hit so different while waiting in line for merch. After seeing Ashton in soundcheck I really wanted to add the brown trucker hat to my list of merchandise to buy but unfortunately all of the stands were sold out. I had no regrets charging $269 to my credit card and happily walking away to find our seats. We got to our seats in section 2 and I almost threw up from how close we were. The red bull I had just chugged could’ve contributed to that. I have seen 5SOS in all areas of the arena, up high and down below. But the shows where I get closer and closer always feel so surreal. My energy is the same no matter where I’m sitting and that’s all that really matters. Seeing the boys appear underneath the spotlight cone sent shockwaves all over me seeing it up close. They absolutely nailed the opening to this tour. I tried not to spend too much time focusing on the fact that with every passing song, soon my final night of seeing 5SOS would be over. Calum always make this speech before “Amnesia” addressing the fans who have been with the band since the start. Amnesia is another song that I always skip on shuffle but hearing it live always makes me emotional and nostalgic. I had to leave the sparkly boots at home for night two because there was no way my feet would be able to dance the night away in them for a second night in a row. I decided to wear my sandals which I literally never do but I still danced and jumped the night away in them. I want to give a special shout out to the girl to my left who gave her absolute all into the entire show. Her energy made my night that much better. I will always love knowing there are so many people out there who love this band as much as I do. As the band began playing “Youngblood” I tried not to focus on how the night would soon be coming to an end. Instead I belted every lyric and jumped and danced the entire song, giving it my all one last time.

Although I am saddened that I wasn’t able to experience as many dates of this tour as I originally was supposed to, I can wholeheartedly admit that walking out of the Leader Bank Pavillion that night, I felt so fulfilled and my heart was full of joy. It wasn’t until I was in my room sitting in silence after the show, when this wave of emotion hit me. I was so eager to begin putting together my frame commemorating the last two days to add to my 5SOS wall. The year is 2022 and by the end of the year I’ll have been a fan of this band for nine years. And even after almost nine years, I will never be able to properly explain what makes things so different with them. The feeling has always been the same, the spark is so prominent and so bright. There are bands that make me happy and then there is 5SOS.

#post

[baccaralily2]

[]BASICS[]

|Angelic Name|

Rhaella

|Mortal Name|

Blaire A. Dormer

|Nick Name(s)|

Angel

Little Love

|Title(s)|

Fallen Angel

Wingless

|Age|

22 Years

|Gender|

Female

|Sexual Orientation|

Straight

|Species|

Fallen Angel

|Status|

Alive

|Affiliation|

The Braille Bones

|Position|

Future Gang Leader

[]APPEARANCE[]

|Looks|

|Hair Color|

Blonde

|Eye Color|

Deep Blue

|Apparel|

When concerning Rhaella's angelic apparel, the female would stick to lace gowns and pretty, flowing clothing. Everything was light in color, and she was adorned with simple, pretty jewelery that was golden.

However, in the human realm, things were undoubtedly quite different. Now, with the name Blaire, her attire has come to leather jackets and ripped jeans when she's on the job. In her down time, Blaire is privy to oversized sweatshirts and leggings. She really only wears her leather when she needs to be seen as a more intimidating figure. Truthfully, the female enjoys much simpler and lighter clothing, but few would ever guess that from her.

|Tattoos/Scars/Peircings|

Blaire has quite a few scars along her soft skin, but none that are seen as very grizzly or severe. Fights within gang life were more than normal. She is adorned with many tattoos, but her most significant one is the braille lettering along her wrist, signifying her old alliance. She has her ears pierced, but nothing further.

[]PERSONA[]

|Detailed Personality|

Back in her Angelic life, Rhaella was a sweet and gentle tempered young female. She had all the dignity and grace that one could imagine, with a beautiful smile and laugh that could simply draw someone in. There was no end to her kindness and willingness to help out of the goodness of her own heart. Rhaella loved children, and to play sweet melodies upon her harp. The fine arts brought her a peace that nobody else could understand. The young Angel was curious and adventurous, and had very nurturing characteristics. She wouldn't have hurt a fly, and she was an admired individual. One could only describe her as perfect.

Now, in the mortal realm, Blaire is but a shadow of her former self in most aspects. She is strong willed, and has a quick temper when her patience runs thin. Though she seems angelic in beauty, she isn't in conscience. Many men and women have died under her knife, and she has no hesitance in taking the life of another. She has a brilliance when it comes to learning how to lead, and has a very quick mind. Blaire is skilled and disciplined, and nobody would question her loyalty to her gang. There are few things that could sway Blaire, as she has a strong resilience. She isn't one to crack under pressure. However, there is a softer side to Blaire, one that is only reserved for very few people. Her old personality shines through here, and she is just as every bit as kind and gentle as she was before. For the people who deserve her care and love, it's one thing you would never want to let go of.

|Likes/Dislikes|

Likes - Blaire enjoys having a nice drink with friends, and having a long draw from a fresh cigarette. Surprisingly, she has a knack for playing musical instruments, but few know of her talents.

Dislikes - Blaire isn't one for hot or sharp tasting foods, she never has been. The female also doesn't like much talk of the past, as it is a bit of a touchy subject.

|Submissive/Dominant/Both|

Blaire comes off as more dominant, but in the bedroom, she's more than submisive. She will play around, but in the end, she's much happier letting the control go off to someone that she trusts.

[]RELATIONS[]

|Family Tree|

John Dormer ~ Father ~ Dead

Alice Dormer ~ Mother ~ Dead

Rowan Dormer ~ Older Brother ~ Dead

|Mate/Spouse|

Ashton Radcliffe ~ Fiancé ~ Alive

|Crush/Love Interest|

Ashton Radcliffe ~ Fiancé ~ Alive

|Children/Offspring|

None

[]EXTRA[]

|Theme Song|

Won't by Darci

|Back Story|

Blaire was once apart of an old gang known as The Braille Bloodhounds. She was the daughter of the leaders of the gang. Her entire life changed in the course of one night, when bombs were planted in the gang building without anyone's knowledge. The building was blown to pieces. Everyone inside perished. Blaire was on her way home from a friend's house when it all happened. She came home to find the building destroyed, and her family and entire gang dead. She soon ran away after the occurance, and vowed to avenge her gang, whoever had done this. She soon built up a gang of her own, known as The Braille Bones in honor of her old gang, with her fiancé by her side.

|Other|

Blaire has been been betrothed to Ashton for one month now, and their binding towards moving leading the Braille Bones to greatness is fast approaching. There is little to sway her mind from her intended path, and she is determined to avenge her parents of their death.

#Spotify

[ghost-of-you]

Okay I have thoughts but I don't know if they make sense, so I'm sharing and y'all can tell me. So they all have 3 outfits, me, myself and I, sure, but there's something that's their street style, something that is their stage style and something that's a bit out of their comfort zone? Like Luke is in a blue suit with makeup, that's very stage Luke, Luke is in a graphic tee with wide leg pants and converse, that's very street Luke, but that black suit with the holes is not something we see him in all that ofter. Michael street style and stage style are very similar so both the all black and the stripped sweater feel very Michael, but the all black it the boots is very stage Michael and the stripped one looks like something he would wear on his streams, but the light blue jeans, patterned knitted sweater and a green beanie are not something you expect Michael in. Calum with the black and the kilt, even tho he hasn't worn a skirt this tour, feel very stage Calum, the sweater vest feels very casual, very grampa Calum as we've been teasing him lately, but the orange? I'm doing a series on Calum wearing colors and I don't think I can't think more than other 2 occasion he was in orange, and never that bright. And Ashton, the vest and the ascot, I'm pretty sure he was in that exact outfit on stage this tour, the leather jacket and the tank, very out and existing Ashton, but the bumblebee fuzzy sweater? I love it and it looks amazing but still slightly to the left of what you expect him to show up in. And I think they are kinda showing us the contrasts between who they are, the person they present as and who they want to be? Maybe also who we expect them to be? Cuz they are wearing stuff that we praise them for, you know, fluffy sweaters and colors and stuff. I don't know, does this make sense?

#My brain is foggy I can't articulate what I mean all that well #Anyway #i'm rambling #I'm overthinking and overanalyzing

[cottoncandyreaper]

New characters?? Yes...Yes I think I will

Gabe(Gabriella)

24(June 18th)

5'4"

Shoulder length auburn dyed hair(originally blond), Golden brown eyes, light freckles across cheeks, ring lip piercing, wears glasses(contacts on special occasions), comfy clothes only~leggings and soft t-shirts~

*hates showing to much skin

Gabe is a genderfluid asexual werewolf that has deemed pack life to much thus does not associate with any pack within the radius of town and the woods(close to 30 miles). Working, living on their own and handling the world as best as possible given that without a pack...Gabe left herself to deal with many wolf ordeals alone.

    When shifted, Gabe's wolf form is a warm caramel with shading mixed delicately of the dyed auburn she had done herself. Golden brown eyes become strictly gold.

    Gabe is stubborn, set in her ways only thanks to a fear of change. She often refuses help of any kind but the moment someone needs assistance she's the first to jump in and help in anyway she can.

~loves all kinds of music, mainly rock

~nests, blankets and pillows on her bed for dayyyys

~often found with headphones in so not to be spoken too

~favorite colors are burgundy + royal blue

Ashton

25(December 4th)

5'7

Black hair cut in a fade;top part slightly longer then normal fades, light brown eyes, scar over left eyebrow, beauty marks side by side on throat, nose piercing, ears pierced and industrial on right ear. Enjoyer of skinny jeans and soft t-shirts, boots all the time, leather jacket in the winter, wears a ring his grandfather gave him on right thumb.

*hates swimming but loves long baths

Ashton is the pack leader of the west domain pack and the first trans man in any pack history. He was kicked out of his original pack where his family still resides for beating the alphas right hand man in combat when he was only 21. They had deemed him, *unacceptable* for a years years by then. The words stung of course but he found joy in knowing he was stronger then one of the top-members, even risks it to visit his parents too close to the pack land still as often as he can mamage. The pack Ashton created from the ground up is of other wolves banished or simply packless for other reasons. They are all very loyal to him and support his ways.

    Ashton's wolf form is as black as his hair, eyes as bright as the ocean, though still slender Ashton packed on enough muscle to hold the alpha title even in wolf form.

    Ashton is generally laid back but with a title comes responsibility and can shift attitudes when needed. Loves to tease and annoy the others if the chance ever raises.

~started hormone therapy when 15/top surgery when 21

~loves playing with kids

~mega fall out boy fan

~favorite colors are any shade of purple + greens

~The pair are moonlight mates, this meaning that unlike normal mates who find themselves on a normal day to day basis: Ashton and Gabe seem to form a connection through random run ins with the final connection forming on a full moon night. This is because as each random passing accures their wolves slowly yet naturally pull to each other in yearning which starts their time together officially.

#writers on tumblr #werewolves #trans character #asexual #genderfluid #they/she #they/he #i cant stop thinking about it #theyre so cute #i will love them so much #puppy love #i havent wrote werewolves in a long time