#fallen cinder block

[tillman]

Dastardly need someone to make me a warm stew or soup rn holy fuck

#its a headcold as it turns out. I think laying on a fallen tree for an hour in 10 degree weather wasnt very good for me oops! live and lear #txt #feels like theres just a big cinder block in my sinuses rn halp. the recent mouth events probably arent helping that one #ah well. its not anything bad. im just a baby who hasnt been sick beyond period stuff in like a year. booo #I was gonna ask about job stuff today but oh brothwr.

[starfallsturniolo]

head over heels | M.S

This is my first fic, in a hot sec, so sorry if it's ass lmaoooo. Also it's long as fuck

Warnings: Drinking, Smut (don't read/keep scrolling if you don't want to or are uncomf or are a minor PLEASE), Dom!Matt, Angsty, Praise Kink (if you squint) I think that's it lol.

Word Count: 3.7k

Something happens and I’m head over heels. I never find out until I’m head over heels.

It had hit her like a truck. A semi truck, an 18 wheeler to be exact, carrying something so extremely heavy like granite slabs, or tons of cinder blocks, or even fucking boulders. And it was something so simple as waking up in the morning. She just looked over one night and something had happened, suddenly she was head over heels.

They had gone out for dinner and went to a small gathering after, and that’s where she found herself now. In the bathroom, face flushed, blood thrumming in her ears, hands shaky. There was no way she could have feelings for Matt. No way. The world had to have completely fallen off its axis right?  

There had to be another reason why she feels the way she feels. Seeing him smirk at his brother sent butterflies a flight in her stomach. Seeing him talk to another girl and brush her arm with his hand while laughing sent her heart to the middle of her throat. The laugh that roared out of his throat at something she said made her fists clench.  No. There’s no other reason. She was truly, terrifyingly, falling for Matt Sturniolo. She looked at herself in the mirror, willing to get a hold of her mind and body. Deep breaths she thought, just get through this night and you’ll be fine. Coming out of the bathroom she was faced with Madison, a knowing half smile on her face.

“I was wondering where you got off to. You practically ran out of the room. Anything you want to tell me?” she cocked her head.

“No” I shake my head “Just got a little overwhelmed for a sec, I’m fine though” 

“Whatever you say girl. You seemed a little – put off by something. Wouldn’t have to do with the girl Matt was talking to, would it?” Her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Wha-What are you talking about?”

“Don’t think I don't see how you two look at eachother.” What. “Oh come on. You both look at each other whenever the other isn’t paying attention. You watch as the other walks out of the room with this almost longing in your eyes. You both do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I say as I gesture for her to move so we can exit the bathroom. 

Walking back into the living room, I grab a cup and quickly down ice cold water, feeling it cool down the fire in my veins. I could do this, I could. 

“Slow down there kid.” I hear a rumble from behind me. I turn to see blue eyes, lighter than the ones I see in my dreams. 

“Chris,” I smile, “Just water buddy, don’t worry.” I do my best not to look over to where Madison returned, where Matt is. Still talking to that girl.

“She’s annoying the shit out of him, just so you know.” My eyes widen at the statement. 

“I don’t kn-”

“Oh cut the bullshit.” He snaps at me. I swallow the lump in my throat. “You know it. I know it. Madison and Nick know it. Hell, I bet every random person knows it.” He sighs. “You both need to get balls and just say something. Literally anything. Because it’s painful to watch.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper. “I didn’t think I really knew until now. Until I saw him with that girl over there. That’s painful to watch”

“You know it’s mutual right?” He says gently.

I scoff, “You don’t have to say that. I don’t want to be pitied.”

“I’m not pitying you. Or lying. It’s mutual. I know my brother, and I’ve only seen him look at someone the way he looks at you maybe twice in his life. And it’s been a while.”

My head was spinning, my breath coming fast. I knew Chris wouldn’t lie to me but I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. The doubt and feeling of not being good enough clouded my thoughts as I just stood staring at him. 

“You should talk to him. And talk to him soon.” He says with knowing eyes. “Nick and I have tried to get through to him on the matter but he refuses to listen, kid just makes excuses and changes the subject.” I nod at him. 

“I need time to just- I don’t know, process? This is new and weird and insane and I don’t even kno-”

“Relax. I’m not saying it has to be tonight. Take your time, but I do think this will all be alright.”

He walks away leaving me alone, but just momentarily as Madison comes back to me.

“Shots?” she smiles knowingly.

“Shots.”

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He’s still talking to the girl two hours later. And they’ve moved to the couch, his arm loosely around her shoulder and her hand on his knee. I feel sick, the burn of the alcohol starting to come up. Tears prick my eyes as I make eye contact with him. He tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows in a way to ask You good? I plaster on a smile and nod. Turning back to the counter to grab another beer. 

A hand on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts.

“What’s up? You look fucking miserable.” I turn to see Nick behind me, worry in his eyes.

“Just tired, thinking I may head home soon.” “Don’t go yet, come over to the couch and talk with us. Chris was just getting started on this insane story of what happened in this house last time he was here.”

“I’ll be over in a sec, just gonna run to the bathroom.”

After washing my hands, I run into a body leaving the bathroom and get slammed back into the door. 

“Christ, sorry it’s fucking packed in here.”

“You’re good.” I laugh softly looking up. Jesus, he was hot. Something about it seemed familiar. Blue eyes, floppy brown hair, tatto- fucking hell, he’s just like Matt. 

“Need another drink?” He nods to the empty beer bottle in my hand.

“Probably if I’m going to endure this for another hour or two.” I mutter. “What was that?”

“Yeah, yeah. Was just gonna grab another.”

“What a coincidence, so was I.” he smirked. Lord, he was hot. I follow him down the hallway, trying to squeeze past the bodies crammed into the few square feet we were trying to maneuver through. 

Next thing I know, we’re in the kitchen and Nick is calling my name. The blonde girl nowhere to be found.

“I told my friends I’d join them over there.” I say with a sympathetic tone. 

“Ah, gotcha.” He says with a small frown.

“You can… come if you want?”

“Yea, I’d like that.” He smiles. He walks behind me as I sit on the couch, him sitting on the arm.

“Hey, this is-” I stop in my tracks. I don’t know his fucking name. 

“Theo.” He pats my leg. I sense Matt’s eyes tracking the movement.

“Well Theo, welcome to the group.” Chris smirks. 

After 20 minutes of conversation and introductions, I find myself reaching the brink of my tolerance. One more drink and I’d probably be on my ass. Madison can obviously sense that as she hands me her cup of water with a raised brow. I nod in thanks. 

“You good?” Theo whispers in my ear.

“Perfectly fine.” I smile at him. I hear a deep breath from across me and look towards the sound. Matt. He looked furious. What the fuck?

“I think we’re going to get going.” He huffs out. Ok something was definitely wrong. Madison, Nick and Chris stand up following his lead.

“You coming?” Madison asks me. My heart stuttered. Do I go? Or do I stay, and try to fuck the feelings and thoughts running through my head away.

“No, I think I’m gonna stay a little longer.” I can see Theo smirk out of the corner of my eye. And, unfortunately, I can also see Matt’s jaw clenching, hands in fists, and his back go rigid. Chris shoots his eyes from me to Matt. Back and forth about five or so times. He definitely thought this was a bad idea. Madison’s trying to hide the proud smile forming on her face. I knew I would be getting a phone call from her as soon as we woke up in the morning. 

“Ok, well remember, we’re meeting at ours in the morning. You got the key?” Nick asks.

“I got it. I’ll see y’all tomorrow.” I nod, trying not to look Matt or Chris in the eyes.

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I woke up to a pounding headache and an arm draped over my waist. My heart dropped into my stomach. Matt? No. No, not Matt. Theo. Jesus Christ what was I doing. 

After getting back to Theo’s I had completely forgotten about my revelation earlier in the night. Well, kinda. He looked so much like him. Almost to an absurd level. He could be be their quadruplet for fucks sake. 

He was a good fuck, I had to admit, although I wasn’t surprised. I looked to my phone to see the time, 10:15. I had to get going, and fast. I slipped out of bed finding my clothes from last night, wiping the mascara from under my eyes. My hair was an absolute nest, and I sure looked thoroughly fucked. 

“Hey.” Theo mumbled into the pillow.

“Hey, I gotta get going.” I say sheepishly. See this was new for me. Not the fact that I fucked a guy hours after I met them, no that I did frequently. One time I only knew the guy for a mere 30 minutes before I went back to his place. But I never stay the night. Ever. 

“Let me drive you. And here.” He starts getting up and throws me a shirt. I bite my lip. I want to get out of here. Now.

“No, no it’s ok I can get an uber.”

“Please. Let me drive you.” God WHY did he have to be so nice. Fuck it.

“Ok.” I say slowly slipping the soft shirt over my head. 

We pull up to the triplet’s apartment after 20 minutes of staring out the window in silence, save for a dry ass sentence here and there. I felt bad, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak much. I was anxious as hell. The mixture of staying over, the hangover, him reminding me so much of Matt and knowing that was probably the reason why I fucked him, seeing Matt sober for the first time after what I realized last night. It was a lot. 

“Can I get your number?” I need to get out of this car now.

“Sure.” I type it into his phone, knowing that the chances of him getting a reply was scarce.

“Great. Maybe we can grab drinks later this week.”

“Uh, sure yeah that sounds great.” No chance at that either.

I shut the car door and take out my keys, finding the spare and unlocking the door. I take a deep breath. And then another. And another. The nausea was creeping in and it wasn’t from the obscene amount of alcohol I had consumed last night.

I slip off my shoes and pad into the living room.

“Well it’s about damn time.” Nick says loudly. 

“Nick. My fucking head. Shut up you literal idiot.” Chris groans.

“Hey it’s not my fault you came back and downed another two beers.”

“Shut. Up.” He throws a pillow to the couch.

“Well. You look…” Madison begins.

“Disheveled. New Shirt?” Nick finishes, silently laughing. 

I scoff, “Yeah thanks guys. Exactly what everyone wants to hear in the morning.”

“I was extremely surprised to not find you on the couch this morning when I went to pee.” Chris looks up at me, a small smirk on his face.

“In the five years I’ve known you, I have never woken up and not seen you on the couch after a night out. Even when you don’t initially come home with us.” Madison purses her lips trying to hide a smile. 

“Time for the morning after debrief!” Nick yells.

“Would you stop fucking screaming you big yellow beast.” Chris screams back.

“Yeah well who’s yelling now” Nick throws back.

“If I could stand up right now without falling over I would kill you Nick”

“I’d like to see you fucking try you big baby.”

“Fucking. Quit. It.” Matt says sternly. I look over to the chairs at the island in the kitchen. I hadn’t seen him when I walked in. He meets my eyes, no emotion to be seen. 

“Alright back to the debrief.” Nick throws a gatorade at me. I sit down next to Madison.

“What? You don’t want to change first.” Matt says glaring at me. Everyone goes silent, looking between the two of us. Turn my head back to Nick.

“Debrief.” I nod, ignoring Matt. I don’t know who shoved something up his ass this morning, but I was not ready to deal with him. And what the actual fuck is his problem. I’ve seen him hungover multiple times, but I’ve never seen him get an attitude like this.

After Nick, Chris and Madison talk about how they all ubered home, Nick almost vomiting out the window, not because he was drunk but because the driver was a “fucking maniac” he excused. It rounded back to me. 

I took a breath, picking at my fingernails.

“We left probably half an hour after you guys, Theo had a friend who wasn’t drinking so he dropped us at his place.”

“And? How was he?” Nick gestured for me to move forward. Usually I was really open with this stuff around them. But for some reason this morning, after the shock of last night, it felt so weird. I could sense Matt’s eyes boring into me.

“He was, uh…”

“Oh come on.” Chris sits up. “Don’t hold back. What kind of freaky shit did you get into?” My face screwed up.

“God, nothing like that. He was good, great actually. Better than the last few.” Matt shoots up out of the chair, stomps to his room and slams the door.

“What the fuck is his problem?!” I throw my hands into the air.

“I think- I think it’s time you tell him kid.” Chris shoots me a solemn look.

“I hate to agree with Chris, but I agree with Chris.” Nicks looks at me, Madison nods. I groan.

“Not yet.”

“Yes. It has to be now. Or else we’re going to have to deal with this for the foreseeable future.” Madison states.

“Fine.” I huff out and stand up. Slowly walking to his room, trying to swallow my pride and praying to the universe I don’t make an absolute fool out of myself. 

I approach his door.

“Matt?” I knock.

“What do you want?” He snaps from behind the door. I open it, staring at him on the bed looking at the ceiling.

“Did I say you could come in?”

“Ok what the fuck is your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Obviously you do.”

“Maybe that’s you projecting. Maybe you obviously have a problem. Whoring yourself out to any guy you meet within a few hours. What number was this? 25? 30? Did you even remember his name? I bet you forgot, bet you mixed it up with one of the many other men you’ve slept with in the past few months.” He growls. My jaw drops to the floor, hot tears filling my eyes. He’s never spoken this way to me. Never spoken to anyone this way before in the years I’ve known him. Legs shaking, I start walking to the bathroom knowing I’m seconds away from tears. I try to shut the door but he wedges his body in between.

“I didn’t mean that.” Anger still present in his voice.

“Then why the hell would you say it Matt?”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. All I know is that the minute I left that party I could not get you out of my head. Actually. That’s a lie. Every time you go home with some random guys I cannot get you out of my head. And it’s driving me. Fucking. Crazy. I couldn’t sleep, sick to my stomach picturing him with you. His hands on you, I-” I cut him off.

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t know. All I know is.. Fuck it.” He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me roughly, slamming the bathroom door shut with his foot.  I open my mouth to breathe but he doesn’t let me, pushing my body against the sink. I let out a moan of pain as my spine connects with the tile. I can feel his smirk against my lips. He then takes my bottom lip into his mouth and bites softly. I let out a whimper. 

“Shh. We can’t have them hearing us can we?” He whispers, then attacks my neck. He lifts me up onto the countertop. He lifts the t-shirt off my body. “Get this fucking thing off.” He growls. I go to cover my boobs as he bats my hands away. “Never. Fucking. Do that.” He says, his voice the lowest I’ve ever heard it before. He flips on the bathroom fan adding some noise to conceal the fact that we’re in here. 

He brings his mouth down to my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth then blowing a cool breath before moving to the other. Shivers run down my body. 

“Matt.” I start.

“I told you. Be Quiet.” He barks out. He starts moving lower, working me out of pants, leaving me in my underwear, smirking at the sight. He works his thumb over my underwear, and I blush knowing how I wet I am, and the fact that it’s probably visible through the fabric.

“Already?” He smirks. He pulls my underwear down, running his fingers up and down. “No one else gets to touch you ever again right?” I whimper. “I said right?”

“Yes. Yes. No one else, just you.” I whisper.

“Good girl. Use your words. Does this feel good?” He asks as he brings his mouth to my clit, softly licking. 

“Y-yes.”

“And this?” He adds a finger inside of me, groaning at how wet I already am. I moan in response.

“I said. Use your words.”

“Yes Matt. Feels so good.” He smiles as he continues, adding a second finger and pumping slowly. It’s not enough. It’s slow torture, it’s burning, it’s consuming me and I’m having trouble breathing. 

“Not enough, Matt. More. Please.” He rises up, pulls me off the counter and flips me around.

“I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see that no one else can make you feel this good. I want you to watch yourself come undone on my cock.” His words alone have my head spinning. He slowly enters me, bottoming out and my jaw drops.

“Fuck. So. Fucking. Tight.” He says in between thrusts. “So. Fucking. Beautiful. All. Fucking. Mine.” He pulls my hair back exposing my neck. “Isn’t that right baby?” All I can do is nod.

“I’ll let that slide since I can see I’m fucking you speechless.” He growls into my ear. I can feel myself getting close, so close to the edge. He brings his hand forward, slowly circling my clit, too slow.

“Matt. Faster please.” I plead. He picks up his pace, both his fingers and his hips. His other hand covers my mouth, sensing what’s going to happen. I hit my high, squeezing my eyes close, my mouth dropping open behind his hand, silently screaming. He grunts and I feel him dripping down my thighs. Were both panting, sweaty, and shaking. I let out a soft laugh, rubbing my hands over my face, shaking my head back and forth. 

“Wha-” I begin but he cuts me off with a kiss. 

“No. Don’t start over thinking. I’ve wanted to do that for months. Hell, years. I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else.”

“Last night, when you were talking to that girl. I couldn’t fucking see straight. Matt, I fucked that guy last because he looked like you. And I hated myself this morning. I didn’t even want to speak about it.” I start spilling the truth.

“I felt the same. When you left with Theo” He spits his name out. I smile softly at him. “And I swear it. I didn’t mean anything I said. I was jealous and mad and out of my mind. And I will never stop apologizing.”

“I know” I kiss his collarbone. “I know.”

“I mean it. No one else touches you.”

“No one else.” I nod, now unable to control my smile, him mirroring the same back. I go to grab toilet paper to wipe between my thighs.

“No. Leave it.” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s hot” He shrugs and I blush. “No need to get all shy on me when I fucked you stupid against the counter not even two minutes ago.” I shove him gently back, going to grab my clothes. He grabs the shirt and throws it in the trash. “Do not put that fucking thing on.” He tosses me his shirt and pajama pants, ducking into his room to grab new clothes. I stay in the bathroom as he slides back in, running his hand through my hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” He grins, “Can’t get enough. Now let’s get back out there.” He slaps my ass gently, pushing me through the door.

As soon as I’m in eyeshot of the three on the couch Madison’s eyes go wide, Nick’s jaw drops and Chris has the biggest smile on his face.

“Fucking finally!” He screams. “Holy shit, ow Chris, now you’re killing my head” Nick slaps him. The whole room erupts into laughter as Matt and I plop on the couch, his arm laying around my shoulders. And it’s then that I know, we’ve fallen head over fucking heels.

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Day 5: Sweat- Twilight

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Sweat, licking of said sweat, country boy

This is Day five of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

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Everyone knew that farming was a…taxing business. Being a ranch or stable hand was not an easy job. Certainly not one anyone could do. They had to be born and bread or carved out of the depths for it. 

Twilight had been born, bred and raised on farm work. Anyone with working eyes could see that. See the way his biceps had bulged and curved, or with how broad his shoulders were. Made for carrying heavy stacks of feed or, in his case, wrangling Ordonian goats. Not an easy task by any means, but one he was more than willing to take up. The feeling of pure dopamine after a job well done kept him hooked, and the steady, slow consistency of it all brought him comfort. But more than anything, it made him work. Made him push his own limits to the point of nearly snapping, only to drive right past those pre-conceived notions of restrictions and carve out new ones for himself. It had made him sweaty, yes, and gave him an odor that eventually even the goats would avoid, but the feeling of pure accomplishment won over any negatives. Threw them to the ground like worthless maggots as he trampled his way forward. 

His shirt had long since been shed as he continued moving around hay in the back of the barn, his entire chest coated in a sheen of sweat that shined in the dusk of the ever falling sun. It was getting late, and you would worry in that same adorable way you always did, but he had wasted too much time in talking to Rusl this morning and had fallen behind on his chores. He’d feel guilty for the rest of the night if he didn’t finish, even if Fado had long since waved him off. It was his own conscience that wouldn’t let him rest until the day's work had been completed. Although, he wasn’t overly excited to delay going home to you. You’d understand, it’s who you were. Just as hardworking and resilient as he was, if not more. You believed in seeing a job until it’s end, even if it wasn’t necessarily a good one. You were just perfect like that. One of the many, many things he positively adored about you. 

Throwing down the pitchfork, he ran his forearm along his forehead. It came back, coated in sweat, but it was shaken off. The job, at last, had been finished with the last goat’s pasture finally cleaned, and he was free to leave. Free of the torment of his brain and it’s need to torment him. 

Just as he turned to make the trek back to you (After a dip in the river of course), he nearly shouted at the sight. You were there, hanging onto the pole of the stall and staring him down much like a predator would it’s prey. Your eyes never left his chest as your other hand fiddled with the gold band on your finger. 

“Ya’ okay there, darlin’?” He dared to ask, hoping his racing heart calmed itself. “Scared me half to death back there.” 

You blinked then shook your head, as if snapping out of some sort of trance. “Yeah, yeah, just…Do you trust me?” 

What a foolish question. He would rip out his still beating heart and give it to you if you asked because he knows you’d use it for something worthwhile. He’d tear the kingdom right out of Dusk’s grimy claws if it meant you could have it because he knew you’d run it perfectly. He would side with Ganon should you so wish since he knew you had his best interest at heart. 

Still, he nodded. 

You stepped forward, hands reaching for his chest before they glided against his pecs, thumbs brushing just against his nipples. It wasn’t something new, you had an odd fascination with his pectorals and he knew it, but the look you were giving them was something he had never seen from you. It was hungry and laser-focused, nothing deterring you from whatever you had deemed necessary in this very moment. 

He licked his own sharp canines. “Sweetheart-” His mouth suddenly clamped shut as his entire body went stiff. Your tongue dragged right between the valley of said pecs, licking up to the curve of his collarbone before flicking away with the sweat collected. Your saliva, which was quickly cooling along his skin, shined much in the same way the sweat did, marking no real difference to what you had done. Not to the visible eye at least. But to Twilight? 

His entire head was screaming at him, pushing him to move or do something, but it was as if he just couldn’t. He was stuck. 

“Sorry, I just- I don’t know what came over me, but-”

“Do it again.” 

You paused. “What?” 

He gently grabbed your hands, holding them away from your chest. “Do it again. Lick e’ry inch a’me until ya can’t taste anything else. Until every time ya look at me y’er reminded of what ya did. Do. It. Again.”

You swallowed. When you hesitated, he leaned in close with a gruff growl. 

“I said, do it again.”

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[daydream-cement]

Heavenly Aether Ch. 5

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Betrayal and bonding.

Sorry this update has taken forever! Thank you for the beta my dear husband @bri-sonat.

Miranda must have apologized a dozen times by the time she walked you into an empty jail cell, but each and every time you left her without a response, staring off into space as you fumed about her betrayal. You had placed your trust in her in a matter of days - yet here she was, quickly breaking that trust for reasons unbeknownst to you. 

“You will only be here for a few hours. I promise. I can take you straight home in the morning. I’m so sorry.” The constable towered above you as she removed your handcuffs, her hands grasping your wrists carefully once the metal had fallen away from your skin. Her thumbs gently rubbed against where the cuffs had been, massaging away any soreness. 

Finally, you turned your gaze upwards to meet her eyes and you watched her posture slouch ever so slightly when she saw the coldness in your eyes. You hadn’t yanked your hands away from Miranda’s grasp as an invisible force kept your feet pinned to the floor directly before her.

Miranda ducked her head low as she spoke in a harsh whisper. Her hands pulled on your wrists, tugging you closer to avoid having to speak too loud, “Please, Y/n… I’m doing everything in my power to move this case forward. This was out of my control. I can’t help you if I get demoted or removed from the force…”

You gazed into her eyes defiantly and tried to ignore the fact that Miranda’s face was inches from yours. Why did she have to be so endearing when you were trying to be angry with her?

“I’ll bring you something for dinner. I’m sorry again…” 

The constable gave you a final remorseful glance before backing away and leaving you alone in the holding cell. You couldn’t be more furious with Miranda or the situation you found yourself in. This was beyond a waste of time. 

For a long while, you sat glaring at the painted cinder block wall, stewing on the betrayal from the woman you had begun to repose such trust in. Miranda dropped off dinner and you continued giving her the cold shoulder, not interested in letting her off so easily.

She left you alone after a long while of trying to explain herself once again. Her reasoning for betraying you was built on a solid foundation of not wanting to lose her job, but you were filled with righteous justice for all the lives that had been lost so far. 

Eventually, the anger subsided to be replaced with anxiety and panic when you reached to absentmindedly play with the flash drive that hung around your neck only to find it missing. No one had taken it when you had to hand over all your belongings before you were placed in lock-up. It must be in your apartment. 

Your mind began racing at all the possibilities: Were they going through your apartment as you sat here in this cell? Would they find the flash drive that was sitting on your nightstand? 

If the wrong corrupted individual were to get their hands on that flash drive, your decades of research would disappear without a trace and an additional few would be fated to die.

Miranda hadn’t returned to the cell to see you until the next morning. You had slept in short spurts throughout the night and when she entered, her voice accompanied by a gentle shake of your shoulder pulled you from your sleep. “Y/n… Wake up…”

Immediately as you were roused from your slumber, you shot up as you were reminded of the severity of your missing flash drive. Your hands gripped her forearms as you searched her eyes - your tone as frantic as your gaze. “Miranda. The flash drive. Where is the flash drive? I left it- They might have it. I-”

“Shh… It’s gonna be okay. Let’s get you out of here.” Miranda retracted her arms so she could take you by your hands, giving you a soft pull so you would shift into a standing position. Once standing, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you from the cell, hushing your concerned chatter as she retrieved your belongings from the lock-up desk. 

“Miranda, what is-” 

The Aussie cut you off, her tone loud and overzealous so as to prevent others from thinking she was plotting something with you. “I’ll give you a ride, ma’am.” 

“Ma’am? What are you talking about?” You furrow your brow at the strangely formal title she had given you. 

“You have had a long night. I’m sure you are ready to get home, huh?” She guided you through the police station with a hand at the small of your back, pushing you towards the back entrance you had arrived through. Once out in the parking garage, your line of questioning continued as you couldn’t understand why she could be behaving so erratically. 

“Mira- Stop. What are you-”

“No need for any fuss. Get on in and I will drive you home.” Miranda repeated as she helped you into the passenger seat. You were growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of communication from the constable. The least she could do was clue you into the reason she was acting so strangely. 

“Mir-” As you struggled to get a word in edgewise, the blonde shut the car door in your face, leading your anger to bubble to the surface. When she rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, you laid in on her. “What is it you think you are doing? Is this kidnapping? You haven’t told me where we are going! You just up and take me from the holding cell like a madwoman!”

“Shh! I am getting you out of there! They searched your apartment last night.” Miranda lost all of her timid kindness as she launched her own verbal attack back at you. She shifted the car into reverse and pulled from the parking place, needing to get away from the station as quickly as possible. “They were looking for that little flash drive of yours, but…” 

The constable reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out your flash drive on a chain, sending an automatic jolt of relief through your body. The feeling of relief was soon replaced with a wave of nausea at the fact you had treated her so poorly over the past 12 hours. “Miranda, I’m- I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I- I should have listened…” 

“It’s okay, Y/n. We need to get you home.” Instead of handing over the flash drive, Miranda leaned over in her seat and looped the necklace over your head. The act felt extremely intimate, especially when her hands came back around your neck and moved your hair out of the way so the chain could lay comfortably around your neck. “Do you need anything to eat? You didn’t have much of your dinner last night.”

“Uhm, yeah. Sure.” Your breath hitched and a blush spread on your cheeks when her fingertips graced the back of your neck. Her touch was brief and left you wondering why you craved more. You finally felt like you could breathe again when Miranda pulled away - her focus shifting to driving you home and potentially grabbing a coffee.

“I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but they found a computer and some documents in your home. It will take time for the non-corrupt higher-ups to figure it out, but it was an illegal search. They wanted that flash drive. I was thinking, if you are okay with it, that I could sleep on your couch tonight. Just in case they send anyone again…” 

Your fingers twiddled with the flash drive that hung from your neck, mind swirling with what may be the potential state of your apartment when you return. She had already been making you nervous through her lingering touches and kind eyes, and now she wanted to stay in your apartment with you?

As Miranda parked her car in the parking garage near your home, she began filling you in on the plan she had formulated with Robin while you were locked up. “So we have been looking into the organization a bit more and it seems as though there is a recruitment event coming up. I’m thinking we could go undercover and see what we can learn about the church. Robin says she would be willing to run ground interference if you and I pose as potential members, although we might have to put you in a wig or something. They may recognize you.”

“Undercover? With me?”

The blonde seemed delighted with the prospect of going undercover with you, immediately making you feel more at ease with the idea. You couldn’t help but watch the sweet little grin that grew on her face as she explained her desire to go undercover with you. “Uh, yeah! We could gain plenty of valuable information and…. It might be a little fun.” 

You listened carefully as Miranda parked the car, saving your reply for when you walked side by side. “Don’t you need approval from your superiors for that kind of thing? It doesn’t seem as though they are really on our team here.” 

“Robin worked an in she had at the courts. She explained our predicament and they approved the undercover work and said getting a search warrant wouldn’t be too hard either if we went through them.” Miranda followed your lead as you guided her down a staircase and over to your building. From there you began walking her through a side door and up a floor to your apartment. “So I’m thinking you get your best dress and you and I can be some affluent lesbian couple or something?”

“A couple?” You giggle as you unlock your front door, unable to believe your ears. 

“Or something?” Miranda laughed in return, but her attention was soon taken up by the messy apartment before her. The constables who had been in your apartment left objects strewn everywhere as they sought out your technological belongings. Before you were able to express your frustrations with the state of your apartment, Miranda’s soft voice rang in your ear, “I’m so sorry. I can help you clean a bit, but I’ll need a little direction from you.”

It took you a few minutes to calm down and comprehend the possessions broken and damaged by the carelessness of Miranda’s peers. The constable helped you shelve books and put the cushions and pillows back on the sofa.

The conversation slowly shifted from the case at hand to personal stories surrounding your knick-knacks and photographs. Next thing you knew, the two of you were giggling on your sofa, a few empty bottles of beer littering the table before you and a half-full bottle in both of your hands. The two of you had started your conversation at separate ends of the couch and now you had met in the middle, the back of Miranda’s knuckles gently rubbing your shin.

“There is no way!” You shouted, arms reaching out to grasp Miranda’s knee to shake her back and forth. The laughs you had begun to share were endless as Miranda’s joy was simply contagious. The worries of the case at hand and your recent arrest were all but a distant memory for the time being.

“I really did! Look for yourself.” The blonde lifted her shirt to display a few-year-old healed wound on her chest. At first, you assumed her ‘life-threatening wound’ was just her being hyperbolic, but now that you saw it with your own eyes, you had no choice but to believe her.

You couldn’t help yourself when you reached forward and pressed your fingertips against the scar. Lingering your touch against her soft skin, you tenderly began stroking your fingers back and forth. You only stopped when Miranda’s hand caught your wrist, sending your gaze up to meet hers to see she had gone serious.

“You are very beautiful…” Miranda’s voice was barely a whisper when she pulled your wrist to her mouth, her lips coming to place a gentle kiss along your skin. 

You found yourself creeping closer, your spare hand resting on her thigh as your faces drifted closer together. “We should be careful…” 

Her lips ghosted over yours - the soft breath of her words could be felt across your lips. “I agree… We should stop before this goes too far…”

The alcohol in your system certainly wasn’t helping your decision-making process. You knew you wanted Miranda regardless, but you had been keeping yourself from it for the sake of the case. The two of you seemed to be growing closer in spite of your anger from earlier today which only made your adoration for her stronger. 

Now that you were a lips distance away, you could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. Her fingers against your thigh were making you feel delirious, but it was her beautiful eyes that drove you mad.

Miranda’s usual kindness had disappeared, and been replaced with a hunger you hadn’t witnessed before. There was no going back from what you both wanted, and the repercussions were minuscule in comparison to the way you began to ache for one another

“Yeah…” You mumbled before closing the gap between your lips and hers.

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All too well

┕━» Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

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Rating: angst angst ANGTS, flashback fluff and a bit of smut.

Summary: a bit inspired from all too well by taylor swift. it’s your last prom. you and eddie were together but you broke up in a bad way. you go at the prom and eddie watches you from outside, because it’s too painful for him, so he stays in his uncle’s car writing you a letter.

tw: arguing, swearing, crying, just a mention of a miscarriage

Word count: 6k

english is not my first language!

(every time i have to say this, there are a lot of similarities to my wattpad fic “Together, until the end”) taglist

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21 May 1986, Hawkins High School prom

As you well know i’m not a prom type, i don’t like being with too many people.

My perfect evening is spending time with the Hellfire members doing one of my campaigns or being alone in my messy room strumming my electric guitar. But today is the last prom. I made it, i’m going to graduate, i can’t even believe it.

Of course i’m happy about it, i’m finally gonna run away from that fucking school and start spending more time with my band, like i’ve always wanted. But that means that i probably will never see you again.

You look gorgeous. You are so beautiful.

Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist, your wavy hair left loose swaying around your shoulders as you move softly.

You put on a matching eyeshadow. You feel ridiculous. Everyone is smiling, the other girls from the cheer team are so excited to attend to their last prom, but you’re feeling the opposite. You’re not happy, you miss something or…someone.

The gym is full of tables, covered in table cloths and ornate centerpieces.

Decorations cover the cinder block walls and the photo booth sits beside the tables, full of drinks and food. The front of the gym leaves an empty space for the dance floor.

You watch as people stand up from their seats at the tables around the gym and head to the dance floor. You can see Chrissy, your co-head cheerleader, Chelsea, Tara, Lindsay, Amber, Stacy and the others. All happy while they complements each other’s dresses.

Every once in a while you watch into the crowd, but no, he’s not here with you.

And i’m here. I can’t enter, i…just can’t. It is too painful. I’m sitting in my uncle’s car, watching you.

Oh, your sweet disposition

And my wide-eyed gaze

And I can picture it after all these days

And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more

And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all

'Cause there we are again on that little town street

To be honest proms aren’t your thing either, but this is your senior year, and you’re the cheer captain so you have to be there.

We would’ve been the cutest couple in hawkins, if we hadn’t hidden our relationship for so long.

But let’s be honest, we were very unexpected, who could’ve ever guessed that the hawkins high head cheerleader would’ve fallen in love with the town ‘freak’. Yes, you are popular and all, but different from the other jocks. You are sweet, caring, kind, sensitive to the others, even baddass when it was necessary, and absolutely stunning.

Before you i didn’t have time for stupid crushes, heart palpitations or anything.

I had always mocked the interpretations of attraction with heart-shaped eyes. I’ve always been a guy who flirts with anyone who's spent more than five minutes with me.

But the butterflies in the stomach?

The overwhelming feeling of losing your head over someone?

That excitement running through the veins? Never

But you. You.

In a tight little cheer skirt.

13 September 1985, cafeteria

"Maybe if you stop staring at her and actually approach her and talk, you might have a chance." Dustin intervenes as he sits next to them, slamming the lunch tray. "Your eyes will burst out."

Eddie realizes that he was biting his lower lip when Dustin and Mike stare at him.

He put immediately his gaze on the newspaper to cover himself.

"Is it a crime to look at a beautiful girl, Henderson?"

"You're creepy." Jeff adds "Also I don't think you're her type”

"Shut up... and how do you know I'm not her type?"

"Yeah but you’ll never know if you stay here” Gareth replies “You said you were gonna talk to her last year…and the year before…and the other before too-”

“Okay yep, get it”

“Get her flowers or play something with your guitar. Girls like those shit" Dustin adds

"She's a senior now. And I'm sorry, but who knows if you're gonna graduate this year... maybe you should hurry up and ask her out." Gareth says "Yes... I mean, this should be your year right?"

"Exactly."

At the sound of your laughter a curve forms on the boy's face.

"LOOK! You get that stupid smile on your face every time she smiles or talks or does anything." Dustin exclaims pointing to the older boy

Eddie's eyes meet yours for a heartbeat, his eyes widened in an instant as you both immediately move away your gaze. And here are the boy's cheeks painting of a light pink, but before they can notice he returns with his eyes in the newspaper covering his face.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me

Wind in my hair, I was there

I remember it all too well

I often found himself daydreaming about you.

It didn't make sense. You are a cheerleader, the Hawkins High gold girl, in the middle of a bunch of high school losers like me. Quite everyone had or has a crush on you and i have never been attracted to popular girls. There was something about you.

I’ve been watching you since he was in the eleventh grade, so it has been three years. The way your lips curl in a smile when your chatting with the others. The way you move your hair from a shoulder to the other. I was- am completely lost in you. I tried to deny it, but i couldn’t.

I, Eddie Munson, have a crush. And you’re so beautiful. You have a beautiful smile, you have a beautiful laugh, that glow in your eyes when you look at your friend. And i said ‘i have absolutely zero chances’

6 October 1985, woods

“May i?” a voice brings you back to reality. You rapidly dry your cheeks

The first time we two talked to each other you were sitting at the bench in the woods. That is my drug dealing spot, but of course you didn’t know it.

“I’m- i thought no one ever comes here” You peer up to see no one other than Eddie Munson stepping into the little clearing at the picnic table.

“True…huh just me. We’re you…crying?” he asks concerned, your eyes are bloodshot. Your cheeks and the tip of your nose are red.

You don’t respond but he can see that you are pretty nervous.

When you looked at me i though my heart was gonna explode.

“All right, just gimme the word and i’ll go away and i’ll leave you alone”

“No no it’s okay, i don’t want you to go” you hurry to say as he takes the sit in front of you “I often go into the woods when i’m upset or stressed” you say looking around you

“Yeah me too. You want to talk to me about…this?”

You shock your head sightly

When you look up at him, his heart skips several beats, your eyes meeting his and the corners of your lips turning up in a smile before your cheeks turned rosy and you look away.

How could someone be so beautiful while crying?

“What were you listening to?” he asks pointing to your walkman trying to distract you from your thoughts

“Huh Abba…The smiths”

“Abba? The smiths? Really?” he gasps

“They’re great! I’m not a huh metal music tipe as you”

“Is it that obvious that i listen to heavy metal?” he says looking at you raising an eyebrow

“Are you seriously asking me that? i mean look at you! You have like those cool hair, and those pretty tattoos. And obviously you’re wearing a Metallica shirt so…”

He gasps again dramatically, putting a hand on his heart and falling to the ground making you laugh “Look at what you’ve done You just hit me in my heart!”

You laugh harder, warmth spreads across your chest to his goofy movements to standing up, but your eyes are still filled with tears. “Oh my bad i haven’t introduced myself yet” he walks back to the table, placing his palms against it and looming over you with that large grin of his face “Eddie Munson, my pleasure to meet the Hawkins High golden girl”

Every time you looked at me it felt like somebody has a hand wrapped around my chest and they're squeezing really fucking hard, trying to make my heart pop out of my throat.

“So” he fixes his hair, moving them out from his face “You want to talk about what happened?”

“Why? Munson you don’t even know me”

“True but i would like to help you” he nods swiping some tears left under your eyes “If- if you let me to”

To me, all that mattered was that i was able to make you smile in that moment.

11 October 1985, your house

You turn to the side of the window and notice

"Munson?" You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, there's the brown long haired-metalhead-puppy eyed outside your window.

"Uhm sorry I-I'm here to bring you back your book...uh you left it at school and Mr Higgins told me to give it to you. Sorry for the trouble."

I think we both know that it was just an excuse, i needed to see you. Yeah you forgot your book, but i begged Huggins to be the one to bring it back to you.

You have so many questions to ask him starting with why the hell is he outside your window and he didn't knock on the door?

"Don't worry, no trouble. Do you want to come in?" you giggle. You are alone today and you wouldn't mind his company

"Yeah, why not," he replies, scratching the back of his neck "How are you?" he smiles, he's really cute when he smiles

"All right, a bit tired but I'm fine"

You both sit on your bed, you raise your legs to your chest with my back to the wall while he stays at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed. Until a few weeks ago, I never would have said that Eddie "the freak" Munson would be in your room talking to you and that you would’ve enjoyed his company.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time.

"You know, you're one of the few people, maybe the only one who makes me feel appreciated in that horrible school. I don't think you can say the same about me, I mean, the freak" he lowers his head, you can feel a pinch of sadness in his voice.

"To tell the truth I never thought this about you and I never will" you tell him sincerely "And yeah I appreciate your presence" you see a spark in his eyes as he hints one of the most spontaneous smiles you’ve ever seen.

"Wait- Let me just-" Slowly he puts a hand on your cheek an then moves behind your ear the hair that fell on your face. You follow with your gaze the movement of his hand as you feel a slight shiver on your back. He wears a lot of rings, they've never made you crazy about but they fit him perfectly.

"You know I like these rings," you say taking his hand in yours.

You liked my rings? Iwas going crazy, on the inside of course. I hoped you couldn’t be able to hear my heart beating.

"Choose one" you can feel his look on you as you analyze his warm hands that contrast with the cold metal rings. Notice the one on his fourth finger in his left hand

"This" you point touching the cold metal 

"Here" he stick it on your right ring finger "Okay maybe it's too big, let's put it here"  he chuckles and puts it on your middle finger

"I really appreciate that, thank you Eddie”

“First time you call me by my name” he grins

“Look at that, very metal” you giggle, showing it better to him.

I know you still have my ring, at least i hope so. You’ve never given back it to me.

Since then i knew i wanted you in my life, like really.

17 November 1985, Starcourt

I asked you out and i remember spending entire nights to think about how to tell you that, even if that would’ve meant being face to face with rejection. It wouldn’t even be the first one.

“So a cookie dough for the lady and a double chocolate four you sir” you both thank the kind ice cream man

“I think the flavor you choose sucks” Eddie says as he begin to eat his ice cream

“Mhm mhm Munson you’re so wrong. Try it”

Eddie cautiously put a little spoon in it and picks it up examining it.

“Eh its not like it’s gonna kill you”

He fakes a laugh and pulls out the spoon form his mouth, widening his eyes “Shit it’s good, decent enough to eat”

“I know you liked it, let me try yours” you do the same thing and put the little spoon in your mouth “Ew, all yours, no i don’t like chocolate” you do a disgusted face

“What? Who on earth doesn’t like chocolate?!”

“Me”

I remember it, the only person in the whole world who doesn’t like chocolate.

You both laugh, he places his hand under your chin wiping your lower lip with his thumb as you look up to him deep into his eyes.

“Hey uhm” he clears his throat while you move your hair on one shoulder “I have to tell you something”

“Yeah?”

"I fell so fucking hard for you” he admits to you. You stare at him with wide eyes, not being able to believe your ears.

“I can't stop thinking about you, Every time I fall asleep all I dream about is you. Whenever you're around I can't think straight, i become a blushing mess…and-“

“Listen, Eddie-”

“And i know…cheer captain, town freak. You don’t like me and i get it…i- i mean-“

“Damn it Munson-”

“I just- i needed to tell you this because i’ve never felt like this before with no one else. It’s something new to me and-“

You sighs closing you eyes, resting your right hand on the boy's warm neck so he stops rambling "God i could kiss you right now"

“I- i-” Eddie is interrupted by the delicate touch of your lips against his.

Kind and soft. It’s a very short kiss. You detach from his lips as Eddie freezes. He had never felt like this, his cheeks slightly pink that and unable to utter a word for those few seconds. He blinks a few times, stunned from what had just happened and there it is: blushing mess.

I remember i could feel the blood rush to my face as i began to ramble, and an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in my stomach.

God if only you knew what you did to me.

“Eddie i like you, a lot …you didn’t notice” you admit taking his hand in yours “We should do that again”

After a few moments of disbelief, he returns to himself, bringing your lips again close to his. His lips so soft on yours. This kiss is more passionate, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips, you can taste the ice cream flavor on each other’s tongue. Your fingers rests behind his neck while his hand cups your jaw. Your skin feeling like it is burning under his touch.

I didn't think that you liked me like that, like ever.

You both are unable to open your eyes for a few seconds, lips redden cause of the kiss. When he opens his, he sees a big adorable smile spreading on your features.

In this moment Eddie is like a child, he also can’t hold back the smile.

All i wanted was you, and i finally had a chance.

I wondered how long you had liked me, and i cursed myself for not telling you my feelings sooner.

I also remember i pinched myself on the leg to make sure that it wasn't a dream.

27 December 1985, Eddie’s trailer

A faded Led Zeppelin song in the background, played by the radio. You walks back to his room and linger in the doorway, he’s asleep. The warm sunset golden light enters from the roller shutter glowing on him.

He’s spread out over every free surface on the bed laying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around the pillow, wearing just his boxer and a Dio shirt.

I remember that afternoon. The fate has you to have a polaroid with you.

He looks so peaceful. With a dopey grin, you sat down beside him, taking the camera in your hand and taking a picture.

At the flash light he squints and groans. “I have a bad news sweetheart” he stretches out, whitening his words “I thing you’ve just blinded me, now i can no more look at your pretty face”

“Well at least i have a beautiful photo in which you look very cute” you grin before pulling kissing his cheek. That caught him off guard and a pink light flush spread across his cheeks.

I remember it all too well

Photo album on the counter

Your cheeks were turning red

I still have that polaroid, but i have to disagree with you, i don’t look very good in it as you said.

He puts his arms around you, squeezing you delicately, causing you to fall on top of him. His hands leave your waist and move cupping your check bones, starting peppering kisses you all over your face. Forehead, each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and chin.

“So you can see my face uh dorky nerdy boy?”

I scrunched my face to that nickname but it was…cute.

You place one of your hands to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him into a proper kiss, his hands go down to your belly causing you to flinch

“And look who ticklish here!” he exclaims tickling as you burst out in laughter falling into his pillow next to him.

“EDS S-STOP! TIME OUT” you ask for mercy pushing him away, his head in the crock of your neck you can feel his smile on your skin while his curls tickle you.

“Okay okay all right” Eddie smiles at you pulling away, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he lets his head fall back against the pillow, still hugging you. "You're so so pretty, Eds" you murmur as you lean forward and place gentle kisses just beneath his jaw line "You think so?" you nod “No one has ever told me that”

“No? Well so i suppose i have to remind you that every day”

No one has ever seen me the way you did. I guess it was really, really nice.

You run your fingers over the boy's face, the curve of his nose and the redness of his cheeks. “You’ve got freckles too” you say looking close up the details of his face “I didn’t notice it before”

“Well now i’m offended”

Days spent together laughing and exploring with one another turned into relaxing evenings full of making out sessions on my bed.

30 January 1986, your bedroom

“O my god, i love this song! I was waiting for this one!” you exclaim humming along to it when ‘there is a light that never goes’ out by smiths begin to play “C’mon Munson don’t be lazy and dance with me” you say dancing around the room as his oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt showing your bare legs.

I was completely falling in love with you.

I've literally been falling head over heels.

As you continue to dance, getting closer to him, you notice his eyes in every curve of your body. Your t-shirt raises a bit showing your panties, the open window brings in a cool winter breeze that you can feel against your bare legs that sends shivers down your spine.

“C’mere” he rapidly takes you into his arms, grafting you by your waist and begin to peppering your face with kisses.

His smell of cigarettes and mint mixes with yours of french profume.

Eddie comes closer, his other hand crawling under your shirt and up your back, deepening the kiss. His hands firmly clasp your waist under the fabric of your shirt and you hear a moan coming from him when he feels you didn't have a bra on.

Eddie begins to print kisses along your jaw causing you to moan when he reaches a certain spot. “I’m so happy right now” you murmur breathless.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks looking up to you with his shiny brown eyes.

“More than everything” you whisper to him

Eddie pulls up your shirt and dove himself back to you causing to fall into the mattress.

“Wait- your parents aren’t home right?” he asks between kisses

“Yess pretty of course they’re not but we better hurry up if you don’t want to sneak out from the window”

I was yours, and you were mine.

Everything was coming together better than i could've imagined.

He puts himself on top of you as you let your hands slide down to the hem of his t-shirt taking it off. Eddie pauses while his eyes carefully scrutinize your body “You’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on” he press his lips on your tits and all along your belly.

“Flatterer” your arch your back at the feeling of his mouth and his tongue along your body.

14 February 1986, Lover’s Lake

I remember taking you to the Lover’s Lake, i though about that for…i don’t know for how long actually. And then i remembered that it’s literally the town making out spot.

“Oh Lover’s Lake. I see where this is going”

you sit next to Eddie at the edge of the lake on a big, soft blanket “What- i-“

“Just kidding”

It’s almost dark. The lake reflects the sunset over it, the sky has perfectly mixed red and yellow shades.

“I know this isn’t much but-“

“Eds” you stop him “It’s beautiful, best view in the town. No one has ever done something like this to me” you say looking up to the sunset

“Glad to be the first one, sweetheart”

“So what we’re gonna do now?” you ask smiling

“Well since i took my guitar” he says pulling his necklace where he attached a pick “Yeah it would’ve been more funny if i took my electric guitar but” he grins while you watch him in curiosity.

His eyes are fixed on the movement of his fingers as his hair blocked most of your view of his eyes. He begins to sing softly “Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating. Do you understand. Do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame”

With a lovesick smile you watch him, he’s so beautiful. You put your hand on his shoulder and bring your heads closer together, he melts immediately. You place sweet kiss on his temple, Eddie glances away from his guitar and to you and leans to kiss your lips, smiling against the kiss.

“That was amazing. I didn’t know you listened to other genres besides metal”

“I don’t” he smiles to you “Just for you”

“You’re so cheesyy”

He laugh putting you to sit on his lap

“Y’know, you’re particularly pretty with this light, it makes your eyes shine”

"I don't know what I did to deserve you” Eddie leans over and presses his forehead against yours as a sound comes out of his mouth, almost like a chuckle

Can I tell you something? It's important." It was weird, because now he feels so insecure. Never in his life he has felt so insecure with someone.

"Yeah, of course."

"I am in love with you. I am in love with you since the the eleventh grade, i was 17 and…all i have in my mind is you. I wake up and i think about you. My brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i'm going a little crazy. I don't know what love is... I've never fallen in love before..but i think that’s what happens when you fall in love”

This time is your brain going blank, heat rising on your cheeks

“Good thing because, Eddie Munson I love you. I- i think you’re the right person for me”

29 February 1986, outside school

You were the one to take care of me. I remember one day Carver begin to punch me. That never happened…i felt broken Nan’s it was so ridiculous cause it was Carver. But i reminded me of something from my past.

“Eddie? Eddie…you alright? You’re crying?” you come closer to him noticing him sitting on the sidewalk, a few injuries on his face and a black eye

“WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FREAK!” you hear a male voice in the distance.

“Oh no no no…Eddie what happened to you…” he looks up to you but rapidly avoids your gaze. You sit next to him hugging him cautiously “You…want to talk about what happened mhm?” He leans into you and lets out a soft whine

His lower lip and his hands tremble, you try with your voice to calm him and you do a bit.

“Okay…it’s okay”

He pulls away from your embrace “Alway the same thing. Always them. ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT!” he yells

“Fuck those dicks. O my god they never got physical”

“IT’S SO STUPID- I’M SO SICK OF IT” He sob running his fingers into his hair

“I know…i know Eddie”

“I- i don’t even know w-why i’m crying i-“

“Hey hey…if you need to cry do it. I’m here”

It breaks your heart to see him like this. He comes back into your arms, sinking his head in your chest as you print kisses into his hair “That- that reminded me of my father”

You were always there for me.

“He was a- a total asshole. He came back from work and just…” You take back the tears but feel like you could cry for him, you’re completely broken.

“To my mom a-and to me” he stutters

“Oh Eddie…i’ve got you now, you’re safe, everything will be okay” you continue whispering to his ear reassuring words, caressing his back with one hand and with the other into his hair “Let me carry you home”

8 March 1986, Eddie’s bedroom

It’s thanks to you that I can graduate and pursue my dream... even though it won’t be the same now.

“Christ! I hate maths. C’mon this doesn’t make any sense” he swears hitting his head on the open book on his desk

“I know me too” you sigh “But you’re doing really good”

“Yeah?” he looks up at you with his puppy eyes and a very gentle look on his face

“Yes pretty, i’m so proud of you”

“We make a good team”

“I just…can’t wait for all this to be gone”

“Got it. But i’m excited too! We’re gonna graduate together”

“That’s the only good thing” he leans over, brushing your hair form your face and kissing gently your lips “Oh you still have it” he points to your finger

“I never took it off Munson, you didn’t think i threw it away, did you?” you tease him smirking

“No no that’d be awfully cruel”

“You’re gonna flip the bird to the principal? Because i’d love to see this” you chuckle playing with his guitar pick necklace

“Oh yeah! That would be fun, he deserves it” he notices you having a thoughtful look on your face “Hey what are you thinking about?”

“I actually wanted to ask you something” you say to him “Are you…gonna come to prom?” you ask him a bit insecure “Of course I’m gonna be there, and it’s not your thing but y’know it’s my last prom, i’m head cheerleader so…”

“No yeah it’s-“ he interrupts your nervous rambling “I’ve never been to prom but this is my year, our year” he stands up and offers you his hand “Would you like to be my date?” he asks you with a huge grin and a love struck look on his face

I remember asking you to be my date to prom, actually i was asking to be your date. You would’ve worn one of your pretty dresses and i…well i don’t know? Maybe my uncle’s old tuxedo.

“I’m honored sir” you reply taking his hand in yours, flashing him a smile

I remember everything all too well.

Even that night.

25 April 1986, your kitchen

You asked me to come to your house. You came down from your stairs and just stared at me. It was like i could see your head going haywire

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do

And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

“Hey…” you say breathless

Down the stairs, I was there

“Hi…are you sure you’re okay?” he asks coming closer to you

“Eddie…i- i don’t-“ All you do is give him a stick, he picks it up and take a closer to look at it.

You start fidgeting, nervous about his reaction.

“W-what is that?” he looks up at you with wide eyes.

You don’t answer but bring your trembling hand up to your stomach.

+

It was positive.

I remember it too well, unfortunately. I dreamt about that fucking night.

I dreamt about how i could’ve reacted.

“Wait a-are you saying that…”

I remember it all too well, yeah

“Eddie, i’m pregnant” you say firmly,

he sits on the couch and ran his hands his curly hair “How the hell did this happen?”

“I suppose we’re going to be parents-“

“No…no- shit” he rapidly stand up and begins to pace in the kitchen “Jesus Christ! We can’t do this!”

My mind becomes full of hundreds of scenarios that could’ve happened.

“I’m not ready! We-we’re not. We’re still in high school!” he yells, your eyes start to become bloodshot

“I know Eddie, i know. I’m scared too but we’re gonna manage that” you ignore the single tear dripping from your eye

“No no no” he murmured under his breath “I think you should get an abortion”

I hated myself. I was wrong. I was fucking wrong.

Your stomach drops “An-an abortion?” you replies with a broken voice, eyebrows furrowed “I-i don’t want that”

“Mhm? SO WHAT? YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA? WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT TO DO?”

The pain makes its way through your lungs like there's something inside that's holding them tighter and tighter.

“I-I DON’T KNOW” you yell back to him, he turns back looking at you “IT’S SOMETHING FRIGHTENINGLY NEW FOR THE BOTH OF US”

He tries to interrupt you “Let me talk!” but you stop him, sigh and continue

“I’d lie if i say i didn’t thought about that but I’m not going to interrupt the pregnancy. I’m doing well financially and you know my dad’s gonna help us with this and we’re responsible” you say biting your trembling lips to keep from crying

“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? You’ll be a terrible mom! You want to become like your mom?”

You take a step back, wincing. You could throw up right here. “I can’t believe you…” you close your eyes. You feel like he is ripping out your heart and stomping on it right in front of you. You feel like he’s drifting away from you.

“I’m sorry but no i don’t want to be a dad” he shakes his head “I’m done”

“WHAT?” you sob harshly, crossing your arms.

“Think about that! You’re eighteen, i’m twenty…Jesus H Christ!” he continue, yelling to you “I’m done with this conversation. I guess it all was just a mistake”

“Okay” you emit a nervous laugh “Okay i get it”

I didn't figure out how much i fucked up before it was too late, i ended our beautiful almost relationship.

And maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well

“GET OUT OF MY HOME!” You see Eddie's figure coming out the front door while you slam the door in his face.

Your face crumpling into a sad expression. Wet tears begin to scratch your face as you bring your hands to your face to cover your mouth, trying to smother the sobs.

Your heart is heavy, you hate that feeling.

I remember getting off of your home and just went in my trailer and cried, blasting music not to let me listen to my uncle. I felt guilt coursing through my veins. “stupid- stupid son of a bitch!” he punches the wall

I kept calling you but you didn't pick up. I can’t blame you.

I fucked everything up. I was so fucking scared, i mean we are so young and i didn’t have a healthy relationship with my father so…i panicked.

I saw the look on your face, i felt your heart broke.

7 May 1986, phone call

But you called me after twelve days.

I was relieved, ready to apologize cause I behaved in the exact kid of way in which I was afraid of.

“Hello?”

“Hey…” he immediately recognizes your voice “Hey…i-i’m so sorry. I’m fucking sorry. I’m a dick- i know”

“I don’t want your apology, Munson” you cut short “I called you to say that i had a miscarriage, my body rejected the baby. You need to know that”

And to that my stomach dropped.

I tried to speak but my mouth was…dry, I was unable to utter any word.

“So…” you clear your throat, you know he can hear your trembling voice “Umh i- i did some researches and i found out that too much stress can increase the…this risk”

Was that my fault? I caused that to you?

“Thank you very much for…everything. Good Bye” you put the phone down

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

'Cause I remember it all, all, all too well

And we’ve left like that.

We talked about what we’re gonna do in the future. You would’ve applied for Notre Dame university while I would focus on my band. The pregnancy was unexpected. That’s something that will change your life forever.

But we could’ve talked about that…without yelling and crying.

Are you still mad at me?

I’m truly sorry for..for everything. For how i treated you that night, for what i said. I freaked out. I just know you’ll be the best mother ever, i just know it.

I’m writing this hoping that this damn stabbing feeling in my chest will go away.

My head is spinning, trying to remember every moment spent with you. I have so many beautiful memories with you. But it hurts, it hurts so bad. I miss us so much.

And now i’ve lost you…i can’t. Not so early.

I’ve never stopped loving you. I don’t think i ever will.

—With love, yours forever

From your dorky nerdy boy

Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it

I'd like to be my old self again

But I'm still trying to find it

“Hey, honey you alright?” your friend Chelsea, another cheer member, pats your shoulder while an expression of concerning forms on her face when she notices you all alone

“Yeah…yeah umh” you clear your throat, rejecting the tears “I’ll just take a drink and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I’ll be right back” you fake a smile, walk over to the punch bowl, grabbing a red solo cup you down the liquid in one swing.

Clutching the steering wheel with his hands he cusses himself under his breath between a couple of sniffles “This is so- ridiculous…this is so fucking stupid” and he throws nervously the letter out of the car window. Tears rapidly collect in his eyelashes, making it difficult to see

You head to the girls bathroom, still hearing the music and celebrations coming from the gym as your eyes become teary.

You lock yourself in a bath cabin, slamming the door behind you. You slide down the door, until you’re sitting on the dirt floor.

You miss him too much.

He misses you too much.

You hate it, you hate you because you still love him. You hate the way you two had broken up.

But you have to go through this, maybe you just aren’t meant for each other.

You take a quick look at your fingers. His ring is still on your middle finger. You really never took it off “Asshole…”

And he’s there. He didn’t enter, he…just couldn’t. It is too painful.

Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well

And there you are. In that shitty bathroom, sitting on the floor. Tears filling your eyes. Your nude dress perfectly wrapped around your waist. But that man can’t be Edward Munson.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: so if you read this til the end thank you so much i appreciate it a lot🫶🏻 Btw i was listening to this song and i had this idea, which in my head sounded really good but then i started writing it and as i wrote it seemed more and more silly. I really have put myself into this fic, i hope it actually make sense and i hope you’ll like it <3

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[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Somewhere Beyond the Ashes

TW: Blood, injury, attempts at murder, heart break mention, knives, gun, death threats, torture mentions (very discreet and no graphic description), violence

Yeah, I didn't die. Had a math test, which is close enough anyway. Word count: 1.7 k

“Are you alright?”

The words, like everything else Villain said, seemed to be the very representation of what if velvet was a sound; impossibly smooth and rich, like they were practised time and time again. 

They very much were, and Hero knew that much.

Hero had known from the first day he’d stared into those entrancing blue eyes, when his gaze had fallen onto the picture-perfect smile that played across the criminal’s lips. No wonder her civilian identity was that of a movie star, she really did look the part. 

But the villain had managed to make him forget it, discard it like another stray, meaningless thought. Like it had never been. She’d seduced the hero so fast, it was beyond humiliating, the shame weighing down on his shoulders like a cinder block. 

He hadn’t even realised when it happened, when everything had started slipping through his fingers, he’d only seemed to have woken up from his rose-coloured stupor when it was too late, when he’d completely lost control. 

The agency hadn’t prepared him for this. Hero had been taught to handle pain like it was second nature to him, to not crumble under the most gruelling psychological manipulation, to remain unbreakable, stiffer than solid rock as he persevered through the inhumane horrors he was subjected to. Occupational hazards. But even through all this, they hadn’t prepared him for the villain’s gentle concern, for her soft spoken nature, for the heavenly feeling of her fingers carding through his hair or for how pet names felt like honey dripping off her tongue.

They didn’t prepare him for receiving every indulgence he was deprived of his whole life, his cruellest punishment yet. 

He’d become immune to the dark seduction that would come from a villain who chose to wear the “charming” mask. To words of affection and purred compliments with ulterior motives. But not to gentle care, not to something so torturously close to being genuine that it drove the crime-stopper insane how intricate the villain’s fabrication of it was. A wonderful actress indeed.

“You lied to me,” the hero stated, turning the full intensity of his gaze onto his nemesis.

“Well isn’t that unfortunate?” the villain deadpanned, staring at her perfectly manicured nails. She was wearing the hero’s shirt, and although it hung loosely off her frame, and she was sporting her morning hair, she still looked impossibly perfect.

“I’d hate to spoil your fun, but it’s empty,” Villain said smoothly as the hero reached for the gun in his waistband, hidden by his clothes. 

He checked, “firing” at the clock on the wall. Safety off and everything. The villain hadn’t been joking. 

“Don’t bother yourself with looking for these either, love.” She twirled the crime-fighter’s twin throwing knives elegantly, one in each hand. 

Hero wanted to slap himself for the soft gasp he let out, met with a wolfish grin dancing across the criminal’s features. 

“W-why didn’t you just kill me from the start?” he breathed out. His life may have been at stake, but he would lose whatever pathetic fragments that remained of his decaying sanity if he didn’t know. 

“I like to play with my food before I eat it. Like to twist the knife before I push it all the way in. Guilty pleasure,” she continued evenly, as though they were conversing about something as trivial as coffee orders. She sauntered towards him like she had all the time in the world, a lazy smile on her face. 

The hero tried to run, but the villain knew exactly where he was headed. “The kitchen, where all the knives are. That would be incredibly clever if I didn’t know you like the back of my hand.” 

He registered the words, fully understood the weight of them, but he still ran like hell. 

And the villain simply appeared again, lounging on the dining table with one leg over the other, spinning one of the crime-stopper’s knives in one hand and clutching her gun, ironically the same, exact model of the hero’s. The bastard had teleportation powers at her disposal. It didn’t matter that the hero, in a fit of hysterical strength, had flipped the table with the villain on it, or that he’d hurled a chair at her with enough force to fracture her skull. She still managed to evade it. Hero swore, the filthiest words he knew, calling his enemy every vulgar moniker he was aware existed.

She showed up right behind him, wrapping her strong arms around him in a delicate embrace, the blade of the knife pressed into his neck, the gun to his stomach. 

“You told me you liked it so much when I hugged you from behind. So I thought I’d give you a little parting gift, my love. Any last words?”

A shudder escaped the hero’s treacherous lips as he felt the criminal’s warm breath against his neck. “You’re still lying,” he choked out, grinning like a madman.

“You really keep insisting on being pathetic,” the villain bit out, and it would’ve reached the desired effect if her voice hadn’t trembled ever so slightly. “You think this is a game?” she hissed, pressing the knife just a little deeper into the crime-fighter’s skin, letting a thin line of crimson snake down his neck, like ink meant to mar a perfect painting, serving only to enhance its beauty. 

She could desecrate the hero all she wanted, but nothing she did could ever truly ruin him. The foolish words inked into a poster that hung uselessly in the villain’s room, the whole lie about denying the existence of a never-ending night, of eternal darkness couldn’t be closer to the truth right now. Hero was the living proof, existing to torment and mock the villain. And for that, she wished to destroy him so horrifically that he was rendered less than a shadow of the bright star he once was.

Hero had other ideas. He despised himself for managing to notice how the villain’s sadistic grin hadn’t gone all the way up to her eyes, how even when she was threatening to lay waste to him trapping him in her hold, she’d avoided the bruise near his ribs. He should’ve been seeing red, trying to rip his damningly beautiful nemesis limb from limb. But as his mother had once told him, the mind’s master is desire, you see what you wish to believe. It made him feel all the more pitiable. 

“You don’t want to kill me,” the hero said, breaking out of her hold, trying and failing horribly to stop the tears from streaming down his face, to stop his voice from breaking. 

“Oh believe me, I do. More than anything. But I’ll make it quick because you cried so pretty for me.” The irony was impossibly cruel as tear tracks marred the villain’s face, as her lip quivered and her breathing hitched. She trained her gun on the hero’s face, expression stone-hard, death grip on her weapon.

Hero just smiled at her, the blood now staining the collar of his white shirt a deep maroon.

“DON’T YOU GET IT?” she screamed, pushing the hero till he was flush against the wall. He could escape very easily, could pry the gun out of her fingers and exact his revenge. But he didn’t. 

He didn’t.

“It was a lie at first. I was manipulating you. I tried to kill you so many times. Poison in your coffee. When you were sick, I was going to break that thermometer in your mouth, let the mercury go down your throat. That date at the restaurant, when you came to pick me up with that stupid way you did your tie. I was going to choke you with it when I offered to fix it for you. But I never did. I convinced myself I was playing the long game, stringing you along, so that your pain reached its maximum when I killed you. So that you’d suffer the worst torture imaginable!” 

“But?” he asked, searching for something she didn’t know in her eyes. 

“I couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take the way you looked at me, how you went out of your way to make me happy. I lived my whole life believing love was a lie. Building up my walls. Not letting the scars of my past heartbreak define me! And you think you can just waltz in here and prove it was all smoke and mirrors?” she seethed, gritting her teeth. 

He never answered, just leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss, pulling away and staring deep into her eyes, brilliant emerald green seeing through her soul. 

“You bastard!” Her grip tightened on the trigger, but her gaze softened, and she threw the gun down, throwing herself against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“I don’t want to ruin you.”

“You don’t even know the full extent of the things I’ve done. Of the choices I had to make. The lesser of two evils is still an evil.”

“The agency?” 

He pulled away and tilted her chin up, “Being a puppet is exhausting. I’m only a hero because they called me that. I’m a man, not an angel, but I have enough good left in me to realise some of my work was no more than crimes committed in the name of their twisted idea of the ‘greater good’. So yeah, I guess I won’t stop saving people, but before that, I have a few loose ends to tie. So what do you say?” He wrapped her arms around his neck and slung his around her waist. 

“Let’s get those bastards.” She pressed a passionate kiss to his jawline and walked out with her hand intertwined in his. 

It only took a month, and the agency had collapsed. 

Fire brings destruction, each one trailing after the other like crazed lovers, hell-bent on setting the world ablaze if only just to feel the intensity of each other. But hidden in the wreckage like a diamond in the rough, underneath the soot and debris, is a chance for a new beginning, something akin to how a phoenix rises from the ashes, reborn brighter than before fueled by the flames that set a lover’s heart on fire. 

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[hidetothink]

How did you and the boyfriend met? <3

THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ASKING, OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS STORY

We set the scene:

I'm living in my no-bedroom studio made of cinder blocks. I literally bake in a brick oven every day. It's hell, and I have a lot of laundry from sweating like a very sweaty thing

Solution: L

L is this guy I knew and fooled around with from time to time. But he's noncommittal, a horrible communicator, and routinely passes out when I come over after the first 5 minutes through the door. But hey, I'm not riding his ability to text back in a timely manner

One day, I asked to do laundry at his place. My apartment complex hadn't fixed the ONE AND ONLY WASHER, so he says yes. I come over, start laundry, and we smoke. I decide to go hard since I'm stuck there with laundry anyway

Then...Player 3 enters

The FUCKER MADE A BOOTY CALL AND IM ZONKED OUT OF MY MIND ON HIS COUCH WITH GOD DAMN LAUNDRY IN THE MACHINE!? So I decided "honestly fuck both of you, I'm doing my laundry and smoking even more. Screw your hookup."

I smoke enough to see God and she is Mellisa McCarthy. Why? Because it turns out me and this complete stranger both like her movies. How do we know this?

BECAUSE GOD DAMN L HAS FALLEN ASLEEP BETWEEN ME AND THIS COMPLETE STRANGER!?!?!?!? I AM TRAPPED, HIGH AS HEAVEN, ON MY FWB'S COUCH WITH HIS UNCONSXIOUS BODY AND HIS BOOTY CALL. SO NOW WE HAVE TO ENTERTAIN OURSELVES, BECAUSE WE ARE IN HELL

Somehow, through 69 layers of high, we manage to communicate that we both like MC and decide to watch the one spy movie she was in. The movie plays, we talk, I come down some. He's chill about it and we laugh about having an unconscious L buffering us

At some point we put on another movie, talk through the whole thing, don't remember a thing outside being too high to shut up lol

Eventually, L wakes up and Player 3 says he really should get going. My laundry is done, so I'm getting out of this fever dream lmao. Before I leave tho, Player 3 gets my snapchat

The next day, Player 3 texts about having trouble building his new desk. He's just moved into the apartment, and everything is still packed. I offer to bring my tools and help

Our second anniversary is this Sep 😂

[the-clawtake]

I humbly request MORTAL for Glimpses of the Past game. MechWarriors face death quite often, quiaff?

(@is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not)

(This is basically a direct follow-up to the snippet for FORGED, takes place probably a couple of hours later, during the Battle for Tukayyid. If you haven't read that one, the background follows. During the Ghost Bear's initial withdrawal from Luk, ComGuards Twelfth Division engaged the Seventh Bear Guards who were screening the retreat. Star Colonel Hall, who commanded the Seventh, chose to stand and fight, and his command died to a Warrior. During the fighting, Holth Forest was ignited and the conflagration devastated the region. Star Commander Jehan MacKenzie has found himself commanding a Trinary of scattered Warriors who have gotten seperated from their units in the confusion of a night retreat. To reach the rendezvous with the rest of their Clan, they have to pass through the inferno.)

Heedless of the sweat dripping down his brow, Jehan keyed the toggle for his neurohelmet’s display overlay, trying to find something that would let him see where he was going. He couldn’t just look through the canopy of his battlemech – between the smoke and the falling ash and the occasional lick of flame, visibility was almost nil. Several times now, he’d almost fallen, tripping over a fallen log he hadn’t seen or stepping into a dip he hadn’t expected.

Others in his ad hoc trinary had not been so lucky. Oh, they’d helped the ‘mechs back to their feet, and the warriors had kept going, but Edgar would be in the tender care of the Scientist Caste’s doctors for some time tending his ribs, and Aud had been forced to wear her respirator after a bad fall had managed to actually crack her Timber Wolf’s canopy. Now she was breathing canned air to avoid smoke inhalation, and hoping they got through the worst of the flames before she ran dry.

UV, useless. The smoke blanketing the area blocked it just as well as natural light. Toggle. MagScan would only show up ‘mechs or vehicles, not trees or terrain. Useless, toggle. Light Amplification... That one seemed to help, until a flare-up ahead blinded him for a moment. He froze, yanking back on the throttle, and rocked as the Dragonfly staggered under him. Panting for a moment to catch his breath, the comms stuttered and staticy voices checked his status. He hit the transmit button.

“Status nominal. Continue.” The heat in his cockpit was unbearable, and he struggled to settle his breathing, reaching into the drawer beside him for something to drink. Empty. He worked his jaw, trying to moisten his lips with saliva, but to little avail. Resigning himself to discomfort, he throttled forward again, and hit the toggle for the next overlay.

Thermal imaging. This was worse than useless, the entire world glowing white, with brighter swirls where the smoke curled up. Once more. This one helped. A wire-mesh was projected onto his HUD, outlining the topography, at leasts according to the maps Clan Ghost Bear had available, and the maps of Holth Forest were actually quite good. They did not mark all the roads, for whatever reason, and care had to be taken for spoil piles around the unmarked roads, suggesting they were recent. He glanced at the bottom corner of the display and hit the comms again.

“All units, engage topographical imaging overlay.” As he said it, he realized how obvious it should have been. Had he the energy he would have shook his head. Instead, he settled his reticule over a fallen log looming in his path out of the smoke, and after a moments hesitation, triggered his pulse lasers. The flashing beams cut through the downed tree and it collapsed in two pieces, no longer an obstacle. His head spun as the temperature in his cockpit spiked, and there was a hum as the heat sinks kicked into overdrive. An alarm blared as the shutdown warning flashed in his display and he fumbled for the override as he stepped over the fallen log, branches crumbling into cinders under his ‘mech’s feet.

It was well after dark when twelve Battlemechs stumbled into the middle of the Beta Galaxy camp. They were uniformly dark grey, mottled with patches of black char and paler ash. Every one of them was damaged to some degree, from weapons fire and impacts and prolonged heat exposure. They did not communicate, just limped and staggered through the perimeter and stopped, shutting down where they stood. The technicians had to cut their way into the cockpits, the latches had welded shut from exposure to the inferno that Holth forest had become. The pilots were rushed to the nearest aid station, to be treated for heat exhaustion, dehydration, and in several cases, smoke inhalation. They would miss the rest of the fighting, recovering in time to learn that while their Clan had achieved a marginal victory, the Clans as a whole had lost the Trial.

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[bridgyrose]

Ruby infiltrating Salem's inner circle, maybe getting closer to Cinder as time goes on for Reasons™ Fallen Petals AU?

(Ruby defection arc?)

It all started as an easy mission. Salem hadn’t known about Ruby or her silver eyes, just a mysterious huntress that seemed to get in her way. But now, as she sat at the table with Salem and her followers, everything seemed to have become more complicated. She was still no closer to finding out Salem’s true goals, only able to delay the attacks on the academies for the relics by sharing her own information about the maidens. 

“Red,” Cinder said as she nudged her. “Are you going to answer her?” 

Ruby paused for a moment as she realized everyone was looking at her. “I… I’m sorry but I didnt catch the question.” 

Salem frowned and stood up, eyes locked onto Ruby. “Then I’ll ask you one more time: how do you know so much about the maidens?” 

Ruby froze for a moment as she tried to think of an answer, one that wouldnt get her killed. She very well couldnt tell Salem the truth, but if she lied. Her voice cracked as she tried to answer, her eyes looking down at the floor as a glyph started to open up under her. “I-I uh…”

“She’s been intercepting reports to Ozpin.” 

Ruby went quiet and looked over at Cinder for a brief moment. “I… have a contact that works with Ozpin and have been getting his reports that way. Its how I knew where the fall maiden was so Cinder could obtain those powers. And how we know the whereabouts of two other maidens.” 

Salem slowly sat down. “I see. And how do we know that you havent been giving information in exchange?” 

“You dont. However, Ozpin hasnt made any further moves to stop you. Qrow was still late to stop Cinder from killing the fall maiden, everything is still going according to plan in Vale with Roman, and Atlas is starting to become more and more divided between Atlas and Mantle. I… I can also get Cinder to the Beacon Vault to take the relic without alerting Ozpin. Take it right out from under him and move onto the next one.” 

“If you’re certain that you can do that, then you and Cinder will go collect the crown. Once you have it, we’ll move to our next target as soon as Leonardo gives us the whereabouts of the spring maiden.” 

Ruby sighed and nodded. “Yes, my goddess.” 

“You and Cinder will make your way to Vale to obtain the relic-” 

“But we cant yet!” Ruby hesitated when she realized she had stood up and slowly sat down. “I-I need to make sure everything is correct and-” 

“And you’ll do as you’re told.”

Ruby froze as she was pulled to the ground by a few arms that came out of a glyph and started to pull her down. “I… I’ll take Cinder to the vault…” 

Salem smiled. “And there wont be any problems.”

Ruby picked herself up as the arms let go of her and started to disappear. Her body shook as she took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll make sure we dont have any trouble.” 

“Then see to it that you come back with the relic.” 

Ruby nodded and stood up to get herself ready, shaking with each step she took to her room. Her mind started to wander as she tried to think of a way to spin this to Ozpin, though she kept coming up short. Sure, she could tell him immediately, though if anything happened, Salem would be the first to find out and it wouldnt be long before she was on the chopping block. But if she didnt, then she’d have to make everything convincing for Cinder if they were caught. And the last thing she wanted was to fight her friends while she was supposed to be learning Salem’s plans. 

She practically jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder and instinctively reached for her scythe, pausing when she saw Cinder next to her. “Oh, Cinder. I… I didnt see you there.” 

“Alright Red, what has you on edge?” Cinder asked. “You’re not acting like yourself today.” 

“Its… nothing.” Ruby slowly lowered her arm and continued walking. “We’ll get to Beacon, get the relic-” 

“And probably have to fight a few people you know, right?” 

Ruby stopped in her tracks and put up a fake smile, hand twitching as she started to look for a way out. “What makes you think I know anyone there?” 

“Because I’ve seen your scroll.” Cinder sighed. “I wont let anyone know, but that does mean you’ll have to make a choice soon. Either continue to help us, or help whoever it is you’re really working with.” 

Ruby looked away from Cinder and dropped the smile she wore. “And if I dont make that choice?” 

“Then someone will have to make it for you. And trust me, if it ends up being someone else, they can spin it however they want.” 

Ruby faced Cinder again and watched her curiously. She wasnt sure when she started following Cinder or when she found her hand on the woman’s shoulder. “What do you mean? You’ve been through this?” 

“Everyone here has.” Cinder opened the door to her room and motioned for Ruby to join her inside. “For me, it was my mentor. I… didnt exactly have a great childhood. Abandoned as a baby and sent to an orphanage, adopted by a woman who only wanted to use me as a slave and shocked me any time I messed up. Then… I met Rhodes. I stole his weapons to use to free myself, but he caught me and started to train me as a huntress. But, as time went on, I… I couldnt take it anymore.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Dont be. I killed my adopted family and Rhodes condemned me. He made my choice for me before I even had a chance. Hazel is here because Ozpin let his sister die. She was sent on a training mission that went wrong long before she could graduate Beacon. Hazel went to Ozpin for answers but was ignored and sent away before meeting Salem. Watts… well… he’s just an ass. I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now.” 

Ruby nodded and sat down on Cinder’s bed. “And Mercury and Emerald?” 

“Mercury was abused by his father and Emerald was in a similar position as me. So, I took them in and offered them a spot. But Salem, she ended up with the worst of it.” 

“What happened?” 

“She was cursed by the gods for daring to want her lover back.” Cinder scoffed. “Not like it really mattered to them. They cursed her and left her to wander in her own grief. Its why she wants to change the world. Undo the shackles of this world so no one has to know loss. So no one has to go through what she did.” 

Ruby looked down at the ground and sighed. “Sounds like its been rough for all of you.” 

“It has.” Cinder moved her hand to Ruby’s and smiled a bit. “And, if you end up staying with us, you can help us make a lasting change.” 

“I… I dont know…” 

“You have time to think things over.” 

Ruby blushed a bit as she felt Cinder kiss her cheek. On instinct, she looked away to hide her blush, hand shaking slightly. “What was that for?” 

“For helping me get these powers. Now, go get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.” 

Ruby nodded and slowly got up to make her way to her room, mind racing as she walked. Her heart was torn about fighting her team or staying with Cinder, wanting to make sure things could change no matter where she went. Once she made it to her room, she turned her scroll off and laid down to rest.

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #cinder fall #salem #rwby salem #defected rose au #defected rose #drabbles #fallen petals #cinder x ruby #yeah its going that route #rwby

[am-i-the-asshole-rotomblr]

AITA for attacking abusers I see in my premonitions?

I, 17F, have been in a psychic bloodline that's been cursed for millennia. Though that's not the point- I have gotten my (deceased) mother's thirst for justice, which has been her demise.

For example: When I was five, I (accidentally) murdered a family friend, due to the fact I had gotten my first premonition of him brutally murdering his ditto with a hammer. So I bashed his head on the counter after launching a cinder block at his head with telekinesis.

..But, in my defense, I try not to kill the scum that i get visions about!

I have been the caretaker of around three pokemon who almost have fallen victim to death at their old owner's hands, and they are much happier. This, and other humans who could have died have been able to escape death due to being freed.

Am I the asshole for letting my wrathful tendencies take over and attack those who are attacking innocents?

#rotomblr polls #rotomblr #pokemon irl

[itsclydebitches]

Idk why but Ruby's whole break down is reminding me of the Apathy arc in season 6. Post-Cinder fight with the fate of a kingdom in the balance, post-ally getting stabbed (although Penny did die), something goes totally wrong and so their fight against Salem seems so much harder (Jinn's revelations for s6, for s9, um, many parts of s8 to choose from but I'm going to say Penny's death) so therefore the girl(s) spirals.

And it also reminds me of the Apathy because there are some absolutely stellar concepts here, in isolation I love the judgement of the dead as a moment but.... but it just doesn't quite work because of the larger context around that scene.

Okay, I sorta veered off into a weird direction with this, but comparing the two arcs really helps emphasize (for me anyway) how RWBY keeps escalating without even a gesture towards victory:

Enemies are plotting and planning, but the heroes are equally prepared, including training the next generation and controlling the Fall Maiden powers

Never-mind, Beacon has fallen and the powers are lost

Relics are introduced and now the sub-goal is to keep them safe, but the group also comes to the realization that Salem is immortal

Instead of making headway towards defeating her and/or keeping the Relics permanently out of her reach, two are now lost, a Kingdom has fallen, and the heroes are trapped in the Ever After

Summarized like that it doesn't sound much - maybe even just a season or two of the characters going through expected, necessary conflict - but for RWBY this was seven volumes, the vast majority of its whole run. With Volume 10 not yet greenlit and the vague expectation that it won't last for too many seasons more, I worry about how this is all going to get resolved when we've had this much escalation across this time much with zero work done to inch the heroes towards better prospects. Ruby just committed suicide! The heroes have been at their 'lowest' (from a destroyed school/lost arm to the protagonist fully giving up in the most shocking way possible) for almost the entire show. What are we supposed to do with that? Especially with RWBY's tendency to 'solve' things in a single scene. I can't help but worry that the show as a whole is going to become a version of the Ambrosius conversation. Instead of naturally introducing the Staff, its powers, its limitations, the quirks of its soul, and the building blocks of a creative idea that will eventually save the day, RWBY speed-runs that like whoa, all in a single scene. Here's what the Staff does, the problems you have to circumvent, oh look they figured out how to do that off screen and now they're implementing it! A two Volume conflict (the buildup to this entire trolly problem) is solved in, literally, a single conversation.

Given the expectation (hope?) that the Ever After will be at least a little plot relevant, I'm waiting for the inevitable moment when the show hands Ruby a Get Out of Jail Free card. Like, for example, some handy-dandy device to take back to Remnant (like a leaf) that will deal with Salem (through Ascension), so all they have to do is hop over to Vacuo, spend a Volume engaging in minor fights as they put off the final confrontation, and then magic Salem into being a Good Person through the power of suicide allegory, therefore freeing Remnant from her clutches, lifting Ozpin's curse, ignoring the Gods' involvement in all this, dodging the heroes actually needing to do anything to earn victory, and bringing forth the Happily Ever After for the not-fairy tale.

Okay, obviously we don't know if any of that is going to happen, but I'm afraid that something like it will, largely because yeah, we're getting these repeated cycles of Awful Things Happening, each worse than the one from before. The show, given that it's already in season nine, can only continue doing that for so long before the writers go, "Shit, we're ending. Quick! Hand the heroes a simple solution to wrap it all up."

#rwde #rwby #mymetas #suicide tw

[starman-john-tracy]

Submerge [RP]

Prompt from @asteria-star: “A cinder block is tied around a person’s leg and they get pushed into the deep end of a pool. The other person has to dive to save them” - but on a rescue

John shoves the millionth chunk of rubble aside with a small, distinctly annoyed sound. He gets a snort of laughter back from one of his brother’s one the Comms - they all know they’ve been at this far too long when John starts complaining, and that had sounded dangerously close. 

“Lay off.” He tells them, getting his fingers wedged under a heavy slab and heaving it to one side. “Unless you guys want to switch?”

There’s a round of encouraging ‘we’re good’s and ‘keep at it J’s and John turns to roll his eyes at Star.

They’ve been at this for hours - digging through earthquake rubble to try and find the main gas pipeline to check it for damage. Both emergency services and his brothers are focused elsewhere on the scene, and it’s fallen to John and Star to make the repairs. Gordon’s not far off though - squidkid is currently somewhere under the deep, black waters of the bay behind them in Thunderbird Four - trying to follow the pipeline itself so he can give them a better idea of where to look. The ground penetrating radar had thrown up all sorts of mixed results and, with John stuck miserably on Earth while Alan tries to work it all out from Five, it’s fallen to the pair of them to do things the old fashioned way - getting a shovel each and digging random holes until they find it.

“This,” John breathes, pulling off his helmet to both cut the chatter of his brother’s and to wipe a sleeve over his brow, the forelock of his hair curly with sweat. “Is ridiculous.” 

#SubmergeRP #whose writing new things instead of finishing old ones its us lads XD #Setting the scene fwahaha #<3

[neverchecking]

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation- First

It's super short but I don't have a reason for that so sucks for you guys /lh

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Sensory deprivation, my poor characterization of First :(

This is Day eleven of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 10>>>Day 12

The feeling of the cloth against his eyelids was…new. Unique in a way he hadn’t experienced before in a manner that didn’t involve imminent harm to himself or his person. It had his sense on high alert as every little sound nicked his now improved hearing. The very scarf he had once held dear now the cause of his limited eyesight. 

Everything was dark, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t see. He just couldn’t do it with his eyes. He could see the way your fingertips dragged along his skin, the tone of your skin clashing against his own fair one as the delicate pads ran over every goosebump.  He could see the way you leaned in close, breath fanning against the crimson fabric wrapped around his head. 

He didn’t need his eyes to see because his sense had been amplified tenfold.

It felt like his nerves had been lit on fire. Like cotton had been pulled from his ears and blinders had finally fallen, freeing him from a world so dulled he had no idea there was such vibrancy to be had. 

It was almost overstimulating with how much it all was. More so when he felt your delicate fingers wrap around the shaft of his cock. It was more constricting than he thought plausible and he could only wonder for a fleeting second what it would feel like to be enveloped by everything that was purely you. You didn’t let him dwell on it however, thumb crushing over the weeping head of his cock, spreading the leaking precum down his shaft before letting go completely. It cooled quickly and he felt his skin riddle itself in goosebumps at the feeling of it. 

It was addicting. 

First let out a shaky breath through his teeth before straightening his spine. He was a knight, he had to act like it. 

Your chuckle made warm breath brush against his ear and in an act he previously thought forbidden, he whimpered. It shuddered in his throat and his shoulders shook because of it before he settled. But you had grappled onto that sound and you were going to run with it. 

Your hand returned to his cock, gently tugging it and making him positively shatter in a shaking and trembling heap. 

His hands fell to the bed beneath him, fingers clutching onto the fabric. He could feel the sheet strain in his grip before he pulled his hand free, instead threading his fingers into his hair. His scalp burned at the pull, but it was no near the rush of pure ecstasy  that ran through him in jolts of pure lightning, Every muscle simultaneously tightened and went lax as strings of cum seared wherever they landed on his own skin that your hand didn’t immediately cover. 

“Told you, you’d look good in red, First.”

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe #link x reader #yandere legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #legend of zelda #linked universe x reader #loz #Lu first #lu first x reader #first x reader #Link x reader #the first link #cindersins #Cinder's happy halloween #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #loz link x reader #link x reader smut #man i am SO burnt out rn #it's fine everything is fine :) #I just need like a good eighteen hour nap. #lmao- #that's a coma /ref #sounds festive /ref

[therampicncrew]

Closed starter for: @words-of-tomatoes

———

“Welcome to the first installment of our new Lunar Games!”

Levana holds her arms out over the gathered crowd of garishly dressed aristocrats seated in the throne room around her. Her veil covers her face, allowing her image to be broadcast all over Luna as well as on Earth, but her voice gives away the smile she wears beneath it. At her right side sits Emperor Kai, looking pale and mortified, and at either side of the royal couple sit the rest of the world’s leaders.

By now, twenty-four tributes handpicked by Levana herself would be waking in a bio dome specifically redesigned for the event to hear her ringing voice, to see her image on the glass above them.

“As you all know, our beloved planet, our culture, our way of life, was threatened by insurgents who have fallen victim to Linh Cinder’s lies, including our own dear princess. The prisons are, obviously, overwhelmed with these traitors and the effort to give each a fair trial would only serve to further delay justice. So, I have come up with a solution that I hope will be swift and entertaining for us all.

“I have chosen one of our now abandoned bio domes to host our games: RM-9, where the heart of this so-called revolution began.” Levana’s smile broadens behind the veil, pleased with the poeticism of her choice.

“Our twenty-four tributes are scattered throughout the sector: Linh Cinder, sentenced to death for treason, unlawful immigration, and impersonating our dear lost Princess Selene, along with her known accomplices: Scarlet Benoit, Ze’ev Kesley, Crescent Moon Darnell, Carswell Thorne, Jacin Clay, and even our own Princess Winter Hayle-Blackburn.” The broadcast showed each one of them in turn, a close-up view of their dazed faces as their names were announced though no cameras were visible to them. She rattles off seventeen more names before the camera returns to Levana again. “In the center of this sector is the fountain where Linh Cinder made her first stand, is a variety of weaponry and supplies. The goal: to be the last one standing, the last one alive. And to make it all worthwhile, the winner will receive an official pardon. I trust that will be motivation enough to kick things off. Happy Lunar Games and may the best win.”

The broadcast closes leaving twenty-four tributes alone in the dark of early morning though Artemesia had seemed in the broadcast to be washed in afternoon light. Some would find themselves in abandoned houses, some left to the newly programmed elements, and even a few within the now abandoned regolith mines, the tunnels now blocked off with sealed metal doors and ID scanners about a mile down.

#✨ • closed starter | you need a system debug if you think i would abandon you now •

[ragsy]

Fell out of a tree (fallen bough 3 feet off the ground) and into the river (ankle deep creek full of cinder blocks) and sustained grave injuries (wet socks) that will surely be the end to my short miserable life

#ragsycon exclusive

[dynamoe]

part one | part two | part three | part four | → FIVE ← | index | AO3 | words: 5222

⚠️TW: alcohol, bullying, mental anguish, attempted intimacy, injury + blood

🗿 FROM DISTANT STAR TO THIS HERE BAR 🍹

“Why are we here?” Billy sulked, his voice raw and hoarse.

The distant sounds of vibes and conga drums punctuated by bird calls played on the house music. The dim room was lit only with gently glowing lamps made from taxidermied puffer fish and boat floats, each casting pools of colored light on dusty bamboo structures and overgrown ferns. Empty, and neglected, the faux island paradise had fallen on hard times. Only one or two patrons were feeling the call of the Pacific in a landlocked cinder block room with a dropped acoustic tile ceiling.

“It’s a rite of passage to get wicked fuckin’ drunk in public after heartbreak,” White reassured as he pulled a pineapple wedge from the rim of his glass, “It’s good for the soul.”

← back to 2021's Master Billy & Mr. White

“Why couldn’t we just get drunk at home?” Billy slumped on the bamboo-framed bar top, resting his head on his hands.

“The package store’s closed. All we had left was Bailey’s and margarita mix and I’m not making that mistake twice.”

Billy wiggled his extra-long straw in the Scorpion Bowl in front of him, a rum punch intended to be shared by a whole table served in a wide bowl surmounted by a ceramic volcano shooting blue sparks into the air, an element of risk to a room soaked in high proof rum and festooned with flammable raffia skirts.

“No one comes in here anymore but if some schmoe starts staring, just pretend you’re part of the decor. Act like an audio-animatronic pygmy.”

Billy raised a middle finger an inch from Pete’s face. “Fuck off. Why would I be a pygmy? Pygmies live in the Congo Basin of Sub-Saharan Africa.This place has a vaguely pan-Polynesian aesthetic.”

“Well, they say the Gods must be crazy!”

“That was a Kalahari bushman,” Billy muttered, “That’s 2500 miles away from the Congo. I know you’re literally the whitest guy alive but can you not lump all tropical-zone-dwelling people in one category?”

“Political Correctness gone mad!”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“No idea,” Pete admitted, “I heard it on cable news a couple times and it seems to make people who own flag bandanas really mad.”

“Ughhhhh. I just want to go home and go to bed,” Billy moaned, slumping even further onto the bar top, hard enough to stamp an impression of wickerwork onto his palms and cheek.

Pete launched his counter-argument to keep Billy where he could see him (and out of another marathon crying jag in the trailer’s shower), “C’mon, pally— all the drinks here taste like that Del Monte fruit salad from a can!” Pete swigged from a ceramic skull mug with a Carmen-Miranda's-worth of fruit garnishing where the crown would have been, “And take those stupid glasses off. I keep waiting for Mr. Peabody to burst in and shove you into the Wayback Machine.”

Billy took off the glasses Alison gave him, flung them onto the table.

“What I’m curious to see is, at the end of the night, you break down sobbing or get fighty,” Pete bit the maraschino cherry off the end of a tiny plastic sword.

“You're a terrible friend, White” Billy stated the obvious, “You're supposed to be making me feel better not insulting me to my face.”

“I called it on the first day you met this girl,” White said, “It always ends badly. That’s why you should never love anyone. You only get hurt.”

“That’s awful advice. Never? Just be alone forever?”

“No.You got me and you got the company! And science.”

“I can’t fuck science.”

“Not YET,” Pete said cryptically, his eyes lowered suggestively. Billy shuddered at the implication.

“It’s fine,” Billy tried to reassure himself as much as Pete, “I’m fine. We’re still friends. It’s fine.”

“Fully grown-up-type adult guys chasing after underage girls? You know who does that? Insecure assholes with small pricks,” Pete scowled, “Ted Nugent, Billy. Jailbait! Are you Ted Nugent?”

“I didn’t seek her out because she’s in high school,” Billy insisted, “I’m not, like, a chicken-hawk. Is that the word?”

“‘Chicken-hawk’ is for gay dudes who diddle little boys, Billy.”

“Well, I don’t know the term for what you’re accusing me of. Lechery?”

“Joey Buttafuoco? Jerry Lee Lewis? Gary Puckett & the Union Gap?” Pete broke into song, “Whoa, oh, oh, young gahll/Get awt of my maind/My love fah you is way outta line/ Bettah run, gahl…”

“It’s not even like that,” Billy cut him off, “She thinks I’m a kid. How can I be a predator when she thinks I’m a freshman following an upperclassman around, begging her to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins Dance or some bullshit.”

“You showed her your ID? Your real one, not the fake one we made to get discounts.”

“That’s what STARTED all this. I tried to rent Barry Lyndon and she said it was a fake ID. Now I’m an emotional wreck. This is all Kubrick’s fault.”

“Wang Dang Sweet Poontang, Billy!” Pete belted, “Just hook up with someone your own age, fer Pete’s sakes.”

“Ok. Sure. I’ll just pop over to MTV Spring Break and have my pick of the class of ‘95,” Billy said sarcastically, “I’ll probably never have a girlfriend. I’ll die a virgin.”

“Cheer up, pal. You never know. One day you might meet a perv with a specific set of overlapping kinks.”

“Great. I can be the pseudo-toyboy methadone to an ACTUAL pedophile who can’t get the genuine Black Tar child-sex,” Billy said grimly, disgusting himself as he said it.

Pete remained buoyant, “You could just hire an escort.”

“I don’t want that,” Billy snapped angrily.

“Fine. I’ll get you a cantaloupe and a greased garbage bag. You can have a three-way with the microwave.”

Billy blushed furiously red. Pete wasn’t supposed to know about that. He made sure Pete was out of town that weekend.

“It’s inevitable. I was always going to end up having to pay. Look at me. Toulouse-Lautrec was a rich, famous artist with a huge dong and he still had to pay for whores,” Billy sniffed, indignant, “...AND he was a foot taller than me.”

Pete called to the bartender, “Hey Tiny Bubbles, gimme another Bali Hai and something blue and on-fire for the kid,” He slammed a 50 dollar bill on the bar top.

“Where’d you get that money? Why do you have money?”

“I earned it in less than 60 minutes, if you can believe it,” Pete fanned out his takings from the day’s donations. A couple hundred at least.

Billy thought and then looked stricken.“Oh my God. White, are you a prostitute?”

“No! Christ! The radio show. The radio show I broadcast every night. Fans sent me money.”

“People who don’t know you are sending you $50 in the mail. Why?”

“My listeners send money to support my broadcast, same as the PBS pledge drive you send money to so you can watch dork shows like NOVA and a million hours of Ken Burns talking about baseball.”

“Oh, I liked Baseball,” Billy reminisced, momentarily distracted from his own problems, “I mean, I don’t like actual baseball— I mean the documentary called Baseball.”

“They actually don’t seem to listen for the songs; they listen because they like to hear me talk.”

“They all got some kind of Cliff Clavin fetish?”

“Watch it, Mushmouth.”

“The only difference between the way I talk and the way you talk is you have 15 million idiots clumped in the Mid-Atlantic enabling you,” Billy snarled, “So you have a ‘regional dialect’ but I have a ‘speech disorder.’”

“The sassy assassin assassinates sassily,” rattled off White easily.

“Schay a rhotic R, you Masschhole shithead,” Billy threatened, stabbing a finger in his face, “I fucking dare you.”

“I’m not even from Massachusetts, dipshit. Massaaachhhhuuettes…” White stretched out each of the esses to rub it in.

They glowered at each other and went back to their drinks in silence. The CD playing the house music started skipping noticeably. The bartender switched it out for a different album with less soothing atmosphere; some kind of Putamayo Greatest Hits that sounded like the entire Tower Records World Music Section shoved into a blender.

“A girl like that, she’s never going to understand you—” White pronounced like it was indisputable truth, “Understand us. What it’s like to be a—”

“A ‘freak,’ right?” Billy finished mockingly, “That’s classic cult leader psychological shit. Isolate and indoctrinate. It’s gaslighting, dude.”

“No, it’s the voice of experience, pally,” White said, “I’m saving you from the bullshit I had to live through but you didn’t wanna listen.”

Billy sighed with irritation, “I’m sorry a girl you liked made fun of you being pigmentally-challenged in college but that’s not representative of everyone in the entire world.”

White shook his head sagely, “I was exactly where you were. I was you, pally. Maybe a lot less smart but overall less genetically fucked… and I was a big fat sucker believing she actually liked me for me.”

“So if I fall for a girl with no arms you’d be OK with it?” Billy proposed, “When I start a long distance romance with Koo-Koo the Birdgirl, because she’s one-of-us one-of-us, we’re all good?”

Pete twirled the little paper umbrella that came with his drink, making a sour expression.

“Admit you’d find some other reason I shouldn’t be dating her,” Billy accused, “You don’t want me to date anyone!”

“I want you to avoid being put in this situation again and again because you wear your heart on your sleeve. It’s a rigged game, Billy! You’re never gonna win!”

“In the beginning of the conversation I’m taking advantage of HER because I’m a scumbag targeting a child but now you’re back to arguing she’s taking advantage of ME because I’m an unlovable freak and she’s normal?” Billy summarized Pete’s points. 

“Learn not to give a shit and you won’t end up hurt!” Pete shouted back, his personal philosophy in a nutshell.

“This was never about me. You’re objecting just to object because you’re terrified I’m going to go off to live my life instead of sticking around to be your fucking little sidekick.”

Pete knew he was spewing toxic bullshit but it’s how he got through life. He also knew Billy would never agree to it. Billy felt everything too much. He was either furious or ecstatic about everything, and switched between those on a dime. He was so squishy and vulnerable and big-hearted. No malice anywhere in him. 

“At least you can stop pretending to be this Alison girl’s friend,” Pete offered, “Since you got a hard ‘no’ there’s no point in sniffing around.”

“I wasn’t pretending. She was my friend. Is my friend,” Billy argued.

“Why bother?” Pete droned.

“Because I like spending time with her. I enjoy her company. I wasn’t just trying to manipulate her into having sex with me. That would be sociopathic.”

“Yeah right. No one can be friends with a girl. Even girls can’t be friends with girls,” Pete said snidely.

“I can and I will and I AM. I’m GOING to be a friend and I have no ulterior motives.

“It’s your funeral, fella.”

Billy jumped up from his stool and walked out, knocking over the dregs of his Scorpion Bowl. The Sterno flame in the volcano slid over the bar, setting two napkins and the edge of a woven palm mat ablaze. The bartender calmly approached with an extinguisher, sprayed down the area and Pete.

“Happens all the time,” the bartender shrugged.

“Yeah, I figured,” Pete said, wiping fire-retardant foam from his sleeve.

🍦DÉTENTE: The Good Humor Thaw🍦

“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” Alison admitted, taking a bite of the ice cream sandwich.

Billy shrugged. He knew her well enough to read the subtle shades of difference between a frown of discomfort from her baseline resting neutral glower. He deduced by an almost imperceptible angle at the corner of her mouth she was feeling unsettled just being in proximity to him.

“We're friends,” Billy said casually, underlining the thesis of this entire conversation, “I said I’d be a friend and I meant it.”

They parked across from the Air Force Academy Chapel— neutral ground— and sat on the hood of the cooling Death Angel station wagon. The peace-offering with which they broke bread was a pair of freezer-burned ice cream sandwiches bought at a gas station.

“I won't insult your intelligence by pretending that I’m totally over it, but I’m not trying to trick you. Or guilt trip you,” Billy elaborated as the triangular planes of the Air Force Chapel caught the waning rays of the setting sun.

“Do you think when they designed this thing they meant it to look like the blade guard on hair-clippers?” Alison asked, “Because all Air Force cadets all have buzz cuts.”

“Casting 'God' as the universal barber?” Billy further hypothesized, turning his head to the stacked isosceles triangles of the chapel made of glass and aluminum, “There's been worse metaphors in religion.”

As dusk settled the modernist non-denominational house of any-and-all-supreme beings lit up in a gentle lavender wash, looking even more alien on the Academy campus.

“So, we're still gonna be friends?” Alison repeated, her head still turned to the chapel so Billy couldn't read her expression and her tone didn't give any clues to how she felt about it.

“I can’t make you like me if you don’t. That’s not your fault. So why sacrifice a friendship that’s working just because I can’t get everything I want.”

“That’s, like, unsettlingly mature of you,” Alison said in either sarcasm or awe or a little of both.

“I am a scientist and I approached it rationally.”

“It's my birthday tomorrow,” Alison said, still emotionally flat.

Billy was caught off guard. She'd never mentioned it before and this was one of those key data points friends needed to have on file for awkward commemoration, or so it seemed in sitcoms. He knew White's birthday was either in January or in June but he seemed to change it whenever he wanted Billy to pick up a check. His birthday had come and gone before he even met Alison so it wasn't relevant.

“Happy birthday,” Billy said weakly, “I should have put a candle in your ice cream sandwich.”

Alison shrugged him off, “I'm not doing anything to celebrate it now, but I still want to do that road trip for spring break.”

“But driving all the way to Graceland’s probably not in the cards, but I was looking up some weird stuff in Roadside America. There’s a dinosaur theme park owned by a cult about 5 hours north of here.

“Wow,” Billy said, overwhelmed. Her awkwardness dissipated by enthusiasm for crap yet again.

“And some atom bomb testing grounds on the way, plus we'd dive through the county with more alleged alien abductions per capita than anywhere else in the country. There's probably a sign or something for that to take photos of.”

“Sounds amazing. I'm in. Just tell me when.”

Alison smiled, he could see just the edge of her face illuminated by reflected light from the chapel, “Awesome. I'd hate to miss out doing something big and dumb on my last ever Spring Break.”

“Give me your list of sites and I'll plan a route on the Trip-Tik,” Billy offered, “I'm good at navigating.”

The colors of the Chapel's under-lighting shifted from lavender to blue to a greenish turquoise as they were talking. They finished their ice cream sandwiches and admired its planes, calm in having their status quo restored.

“There’s a comic book signing downtown on Thursday. Wanna go?”

“Comic books? Like superheroes?” Billy asked incredulously, “Doesn’t seem like your thing.”

“No, no, no,” Alison reassured him, “They’re indie comics so it’s more about depression and hating things, not anything exciting actually happening.”

“Oh, is that good?”

“They're all Canadian for some reason, the comic book authors coming in to talk about their work and sign. I want to see if they're as ugly as they draw themselves in their comics.”

Billy sighed, “Sure. Sounds good”

He got a reset. Like he never even said that he jerked off to her in a bowling alley bathroom or cried for three hours in a shower after she turned him down. Memory-holed. Those things didn’t happen. Everything’s COOL. Cool cool cool. Right?

🎒THREE O'CLOCK HIGH/LOW 🎒

She told him to meet her at her school at four and they’d drive to the book signing from there. He took the bus after his shift at the library. He arrived early but didn’t think he should just walk in. He hung back outside the school grounds on the other side of a chain-link fence. He found a bus stop bench to wait on that had an ad for her mother Twinkle’s Real Estate business printed on it, her hungry-looking grimace demanding all bus patrons sell their homes and win their future through her machinations.

Boring suburban high schools in boring suburbs. Half-formed teenagers milling around in twos and threes towards their cars or the bus after the bell went. Billy graduated ten years ago but high schools still smelled the same— of cafeteria pizza, BO, and industrial cleaning products. There were small differences of course. His high school was private and everybody wore a uniform. Back then there was more Mr. Mister and Lionel Richie coming out of car stereos, but otherwise it felt the same.

He spotted Alison come out the main building doors way across the parking lot. He leapt onto the bench and waved but she kept looking down, hunched over with books in her arms. A “don’t fuck with me” scowl on her face so angry he could see it from fifty feet away. She looked like a different person and completely miserable. Billy decided to risk it and go closer to the school to catch her attention.

He never felt that five year age gap between them more vividly when they were hanging out and she started going off on how “everyone hated her” at school, complaining about how everyone was “a total bitch.” 

Alison didn’t really have any other friends or seem to want any. The complaints were so repetitive and so short-sighted. Everyone always thinks they’re “hated” in high school but it’s inside their heads. Every kid is self-obsessed; they don’t have the energy to hate anyone else, Billy concluded looking back on his own time served.

“Alischon!” Billy shouted trying to penetrate the cloud of loathing and get her attention. She was standing at a bank of lockers, putting books in and taking books out. A passing student accidentally-on-purpose smacked their hand into the open locker door, slamming it on her head. 

“I’m here! I made it,” Billy announced, running up to her.

Alison seemed startled, “Billy!”

“You told me to meet you at your car, but I was a little early. I saw you from up there,” Billy pointed to the bus bench.

Alison scowled and then closed her eyes hard like she was having a migraine.

“I should have waited.“ Billy realized what was going on. His enthusiasm flagged, “You’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”

Alison let out a breath, trying to bridge her in-school and out-of-school modes, “Of course not, chowderhead,” she threw all the books in the locker and closed it.

She squatted to meet him at eye-level and said in a low mumble, “I don’t like who I am when I’m here. I didn’t want you to see it.”

He didn’t entirely buy it, but observed she did seem uncharacteristically tense. She hugged him and Billy could feel a tremor in her arms. Someone running down the hall threw a bag of wet garbage at her, catching Billy on the side of the head.

“I fucking hate this place,” Alison stated, pushing a banana peel off of Billy’s ear.

“Is it Bring Your Little Brother To School Day?” mocked a thick-necked teenager wearing a baseball cap and a Big Johnson t-shirt, “Gonna show him the ropes of being a LOOOOOSER.” Three other guys leaning on his Jeep behind him hooted and laughed.

Billy tried to look away. He was causing problems. Ignore them. Just walk towards the car.

Another kid in a CO-ED NAKED LACROSSE t-shirt blocked Billy’s path and picked him up, dangling him by the arm.“He don’t look like a zipperhead. Your dad sleepin’ around on your mama, Kahan?”

“Beat him like a red-headed stepchild!” heckled another in the background.

“Leave him alone!” Alison shouted. She looked like a wild animal.

The bullies got the reaction they wanted. He dangled Billy above her grasp, “Aw, I’m not going to hurt your widdle baby brother. He’d rather be with me instead of a stank-pussy garbage witch like you.”

“Surely there’s a better way to resolve this,” Billy offered weakly from mid-air, feeling his shoulder get more dislocated by the minute.

“Put him DOWN.” Alison roared, the monotone and the ironic distance gone, “MOTHERFUCKERS! I’LL KILL YOU.”

“Man, what a face. Looking like shit runs in the family. I’ll put a bag on his head while I’m fucking him up the ass.” His posse howled with laughter.

Alison wanted to rip his throat out with her teeth. Dig out his eyes with her fingernails. Leap up and kick his head clean off his body. But she couldn’t do any of that in real life. She could just look at the ground and shake with fury. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”

The bullies looked at each other. Was that it? Boring. 

She just stood and looked at the ground muttering, “Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.”

The one holding Billy threw him on the pavement and the pack walked off, sniggering to themselves.

Billy ran to her, still hunched over looking down. The pain in his shoulder was killing him but he was worried about her, “Alischon…”

She felt so angry and so wronged it just came out. To get the last word and school them into shame.

She stood up and whipped around suddenly to the departing mob and shouted “He’s not my brother he’s my BOYFRIEND, YOU ASSHOLES!”

Billy lit up, “Really?”

This wasn’t the “Eddie Murphy shutting down a heckler at the taping of Delirious” material she needed to make this mic-drop moment work. If anything, it was exactly the opposite.

“Kahan’s a pedo!” the teenager in the Big Johnson shirt roared, laughing.

“Kahan’s fucking her brother!” another meathead yelled.

“IN-CEST! IN-CEST! IN-CEST!” The whole group chanted as they walked in silence the rest of the way to the car. 

Alison slipped behind the wheel and collapsed into the seat, a thousand yard stare and then let out a muffled scream with her fist crammed in her mouth.

Billy wanted to help but didn’t know what to do, “I’m sorry I made it worse.”

She pulled her asthma inhaler from her pocket, shook it violently and took a long hit. Her eyes still looked feral, switching between panic and rage

“You didn’t. If you weren’t here they’d be yelling at me about something else. Calling me a lezbo or a Satanist or… chanting some other two-syllable word,” she muttered through gritted teeth, “Every damn day. Four years of this.”

“Can’t you complain to a teacher?”

“No one cares,” She stuck the key in the ignition and the Angel of Death Wagon rumbled to noisy life, “Fuck this place. Let’s just go somewhere else. Anywhere else.”

💋 WILLIAM, IT WAS REALLY NOTHING 🚑

They drove in silence for a while. Going to a book signing seemed strange after what happened. 

Billy cleared his throat, “What you said, um, am I really your boyfriend?”

“I dunno. Sorta?”

“Not an answer.”

She looked at the road, avoiding meeting his glance as Billy’s one eye bored into her.

“Am I?”

“When those assholes picked on you I suddenly thought what if you really got hurt. If they put you in the hospital or, like, KILLED you—”

“School bullies don’t commit murder in cold-blood, Alischon,” Billy quipped lightly, “In a public places. With witnesses.”

Alison looked down at him, tears welling in the corner of her eyes, “I fuckin’ lost it. I had to say something. You got killed because you were with me. It’s my fault.”

“I wasn’t killed. I’m still alive!”

“It’s not fair to you. I’m a fucking mess of person with a dog-shit life and no one deserves to be sucked into to that. I can’t do that to a boy with their whole life ahead of them. A kid can’t handle that.”

“I’m not a FUCKING kid,” Billy shouted, “I’m not a kid! You know that but you won’t admit it.”

“I’m a bad person and I’m bad at this,” Alison struggled for words. The anger was receding the further they got from school but she still felt frantic, “I can’t do ‘sincerity’ or ‘emotions.’ I don’t feel what other people feel. I’m broken.“

“Just pull over. We need to talk about this.”

“I need a friend. I need you to be that for me. If you were gone, I’ll probably kill myself before graduation.”

“Alischon, GODDAMNIT, pull over!”

She approached a scenic overlook spot on the side of the highway with room enough to park. She swerved the Death Boat into one of the slots and the car idled noisily. 

“So if I say ‘yeah’ and it all falls apart— and it always does— then I’ve lost the only person in the world who doesn’t want to force me to eat shit —LITERALLY EAT SHIT— every day of my life. Some dumbass ‘hurt feelings’ argument and all of a sudden we hate each other forever…” 

She ran out of ways to look away and had to face him, the panic was all over her face, “You matter to me too much to risk it. I can’t survive this alone.”

He had started to see what was going on behind all the defense mechanisms and why she was how she was, “I’m not going to abandon you.”

“You will. Eventually everyone does,” Alison stated emotionlessly, “But I need you to hold on until graduation. Until I can escape.”

“But… maybe… I need you, too,” Billy said. She looked up, confused. She hadn’t considered anything from his side. “I’m not a hero flying in to save you from your life. I’m just some guy,” Billy demurred, 

“Why the fuck would you want to be with me?”

“You look me in the eye when you talk to me. You treat me like a person you’re happy to see and want to have around. You’re as mean and insulting to me as you would be to anyone else.” 

“That’s kind of a low bar, isn’t it?” Alison asked.

“Low bars seem pretty high to me,” Billy shrugged.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have any money because you’re a classic mark for a gold digger.”

“If a gold digger made me feel like you make me feel, I’d give them every penny I had and it would be worth it.”

Alison smiled despite her wet eyes and her panic jitters.

“It’s not a rescue mission,” Billy reassured her, “It’s mutually-assured destruction.”

A long pause. The car sputtered. 

Billy threw caution to the wind. “Fuck it.” He leaned over to the driver’s seat, put his hands on the sides of her face and slammed his mouth onto hers in an intensely-felt, terribly-executed kiss. 

The impact of his forehead slamming into her made a hard crack that resonated like a bat hitting a home run at the bottom of a cistern.

He attacked her mouth like a horse eating an apple. She attempted to kiss him back, less forcefully, but was overpowered. He sucked on her lip like he was siphoning from a gas tank using a hose with a knot in it. Her hand searched blindly for her asthma inhaler. Then he tasted iron.

As she pulled away he noticed the smear of blood below her mouth. It was still trickling in a stream out of an open tear in her skin. “I think you split my lip.”

“Oh God. OH GOD. I’m so sorry,” Billy looked horrified, “Are you OK?”

“It’ll stop soon,” she found some paper napkins stuffed in a cup holder, dabbed at her bloody lower lip. Then her finger felt the point of impact on her forehead starting to swell into a goose egg.

“Good enthusiasm, needs to be directed better,” she tried to reassure him with a smile but stopped in pain “Ow. I think I just tore it more.”

They were just a few minutes away and she seemed lucid enough to drive, so they made it to the trailer. 

Billy burst through the front door startling Pete washing a dish. She followed meekly after, a little wobbly from blood loss.

“Sit there,” Billy ordered her onto the couch, all business, and scrambled with purpose back to his room.

Pete looked over. Alison had dried blood all over her mouth and shirt and a spreading, fist-sized bruise between her eyes, like a bindi that exploded.

Pete just stared at her. “What the hell happened to you? Did Billy do THAT?”

“I-It’s my own fault,” Alison emoted skittishly, “He demands his dinner on the table as soon as he’s home from the office and he works so hard at the Patriarchy Factory. It’s his duty as husband to slap his wife around as discipline—”

“BILLY, WHAT DID YOU DO?” Pete shouted at the back room.

Billy returned with a first aid kit and a flashlight. He gave Alison some gauze for her lip.

“Why aren’t you at work?” Billy asked, opening his textbook to the chapter on diagnosing head trauma.

“Carbon Monoxide leak in the building. They sent us home early.”

“Follow my finger,” Billy told Alison, moving his index finger in a line and watching her pupils.

“Can you drive her car?” Billy said to White under his breath, hoping she wouldn’t hear him.

Pete glanced doubtfully at the smoking clunker outside, “Do I want to?”

“We should take her to the hospital to get her checked.”

“Jesus, Billy. What happened?”

“I accidentally head-butted her. I can see a hematoma on the surface, but I need an x-ray to see if I did any real damage.” 

“You gotta register this thing as a deadly weapon,” Pete tapped his forehead, “There’s blood all over her mouth. Your head didn’t do that.”

“I kissed her,” Billy said flatly.

“You kissed her.”

Billy looked up and nodded.

“The ER’s gonna have to put that on the admission form as cause of injury, y’know.”

Against all medical ethics, Billy felt secretly proud to have official, legal documentation of what the best thing that ever happened to him (and what he assumed must have been a personal low-point for her). 

They sat together for three hours waiting at the ER to get checked. He stayed by her side, holding her hand. She was fine. Just surface injuries. The bruise lingered on her face for more than a week, a visual reminder the first time kissed a girl and she kissed him back.

“Happy Birthday, Alischon."

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Chapter title is a reference to After School Specials and Welcome to the Dollhouse's Special People's Club.

"Package store" or "Packie" is New Englandish for liquor store.

The Air Force Academy Chapel does look like the end of hair clippers, right?

These chapters seem to get longer and longer. The word counts of each installment seems to grow like bacteria, eventually they will blot out the sun and kill all life on this planet.

Part 1 - 3389 words

Part 2 - 5012 words

Part 3 - 1878 words

Part 4 - 7503 words

In its fifth installment, Tomorrow's Just Another Day (23,145 words) is now almost as long as Boy Genius is at nine (24,812 words)

Brevity is not my strong suit.

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