#i am so glad this was the console i grew up using. so glad that that was the era of games I lived in.

[kingdoms-edge]

Today being the last day of 3ds online has me feeling very nostalgic and wistful. I love the switch but it does not have the magic of the 3ds. It's not just about dual screens, it was the accessibility. It was less expensive, more portable, had more cheap games you could play with your friends, and a lot of people underestimate just how fantastic some 3ds games are. Streetpass alone was a phenomenon, and along with 3ds menu themes, illustrates a sort of magic that I feel nintendo has been losing sight of since the switch.

With the way games are going in the modern day (higher price tags and system reqs, tons of focus on AAA titles, people needing graphics to be absurdly good for no practical reason), I find myself latching onto my older games more and more. Sure, some of it is a nostalgia-tinted lens, memories from a happier and simpler time of life. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Even after the online services go down, I'll always be playing my 3ds until the hardware breaks to unusability and I can't find another one. I'll play locally with my friends whenever we can. I lament how things must change, but I go on anyway. Here's to my favorite console ever made, may it never really die.

#i don't even remember my tag for my posts #no real need to tag it I guess. just thinking out loud a little #3ds #i am so glad this was the console i grew up using. so glad that that was the era of games I lived in. #i genuinely think that ds and 3ds games will never be replaced in my heart as the best games ever made

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Can we get a mitsuri like reader with the characters? Well minus the demon slaying part. The reader's hair color is almost impossible to get and because of this they used to be insecure thinking everybody will think they are weird so they dyed it. Basically mitsuri's past with the marriage and stuff.

Here, hope, you liked it.

Mitsuri-Like! Reader

Slight! Self-Aware! Platonic! Kyuusaku Yumeno x GN! Mitsuri-Like! Reader

Description: You were hiding your strength for years. But, sometimes, you can't hide it.

Reader have good parents. Reader's partner left them. Q's gender isn't specified.

Warning: OOC. Q almost got crushed. English is my second language.

Your father and mother were always strong.

Your mother could carry around heavy baskets with laundry. Your father could carry around heavy bags. And you, his child.

You, still a small child at that point of time, wanted to be as strong as both of your parents. So you can help them.

You picked up a rock twice your size when you were a toddler.

Since that day, your life has changed.

You were strong. As strong as an adult. An adult, who was training every second of their lives.

Your parents were happy. They called you their superhero. Their precious child.

Your appetite grew with your strength. At the age of five, you were eating as much as three sumo wrestlers.

And then, your [H/C] hair become pink with lime green tips. Your father, jokingly, suggested, that it happened because of you eating "mountains" of sakura mochi.

Somehow, your parents start to adore you even more, after your hair colour changed.

Everything was fine. Your parents loved and supported you.

And then you start going to school.

And people start talking about you.

"Your hair... Is it dyed? What do you mean, it's not? Are you sure that you are human?"

"How you managed to eat all this food? What are you? A pig? Or a black hole in human costume?"

"[Y/N], we are glad to have you on our team, but, to tell the truth... Your strength is terrifying. It's not normal."

"You are a freak!"

Year after year. Comment after comment. You tried not to show them, but their words hurt you.

You are not a freak. You are normal human. You have human emotions. You have human dreams.

You graduated and got into college. Your fellow students still looked at you funny from time to time, but, at least, they weren't talking about you.

At college, you met them. Your partner.

They were kind and smart. In your eyes, everything in them were perfect.

You were happy together. After a few years of dating, you decide to get married.

At least, it was the plan.

_______________

"I think, we should break up"

"Why? W-what did I do wrong? I am sorry, I will change, I will be better..."

"You can't change it! Your strength is horrifying! And your hair... Do you understand, that there is a chance, that any of your biological kid could inherit it! That they also will be freaks!"

"..."

"Goodbye, [Y/N]"

_______________

You were devastated. Their rejection was the straw that broke the camel's back.

The next night, you dyed your hair [H/C]. You can't change your freakiness. But, you can pretend that they never existed.

You tried to ignore your parents' gazes. They were devastated, that their precious child were hurt. And that they couldn't do anything to console you.

___________

For a few years you were 'hiding'.

You didn't show your strength. You ate less, if someone was watching. And then ate a 'normal-sized (for you) meal', when you were alone.

It was hard. You feel terrible for lying about yourself. You are allowed to be strong, right? You are allowed to have unique hair, right? You are allowed to have a huge appetite, right? And you are allowed to have friends and partner, right?

Right... But, most people you have to deal with, still questioned your rights to have friends, strength, pink hair and big appetite.

You think, that you can pretend for years to come. Maybe, one day, the mask will become reality.

Until then, you have your hobbies to distract you from sadness. From earning for acceptance.

To distract yourself, you start playing games, watching anime and reading manga.

That's how you learned about Bungou Stray Dogs.

___________

You looked in a mirror. You were planning to dye your hair again. Because, only tips of your hair remained [H/C]. The rest of your hair became pink/lime green again.

How did you manage to forget to dye your hair? Well, because you were busy. With moving in. And with fixing the house.

Fitzgerald bought a house large enough to fit all of you. Unfortunately, the house itself need some serious fixing.

So, with your hair covered with a scarf, you, and the others, were painting walls, fixing light and so much more.

That's how you missed the time of hair dyeing.

For one moment you thought, that you could let your hair be. Show others the real you.

But you were afraid.

You aren't sure, how your new friends will react to your real hair colour. To your strength.

They didn't judge you for your appetite, but, you always thought, that your appetite was the least abnormal of your... quirks.

So, you don't want to make BSD Cast uncomfortable. You will dye your hair.

While you were preparing hair dye, you heard a noise from the common room. You put a towel around your head, covering your hair, and come to investigate.

Common room, currently, were almost empty. Elise and Q were playing a game of tag there. Right now, they can run there as much as they want. There wasn't any furniture, besides a large wardrobe. The old, heavy wardrobe creaked menacingly.

The wardrobe came with the house. It was also heavily damaged. The wood was old and rotten. Unfortunately, it was impossible to be taken apart, without getting splinters. So, to get rid of it, it had to moved whole. Unfortunately, right now, Kenji's strength were needed in moving materials and furniture.

Q and Else were having fun.

Then Q lost their balance and slipped. They bumped into a wardrobe.

You heard a creak.

The wardrobe was falling right on Q.

You react Immediately.

Like a lightning flash, you ran towards Q. The towel was laying on the floor.

You ducked under the falling wardrobe, and caught it, with both hands.

Holding the old furniture above your head, you start moving towards the large back door.

You, with the wardrobe in your hands and your pink/lime green hair, 'paraded' before BSD Cast, who hurry to the common room, after hearing the loud creak.

You throw the wardrobe outside through the back door.

After finishing with 'cleaning up', you turned towards Q. Child were still laying on the ground, really shaken up. You carefully approached them.

"Q? Dear, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Kyuusaku shook their head. They carefully stand up, blink a few times, then looked at you with an adoring look. Q hugged you.

"You saved me! And your hair is so pretty!"

"Is it new hair dye, [Y/N]?" you heard Kyouka's question.

You own them an explanation.

_________

🐾 They took it well. You are still you, no matter, how strong you are, or what colour your hair is.

🐾 They will tell you every day, that you are not a freak. You are very good person.

🐾 Will judge your partner for leaving you. Will assure you, that it's their loss.

🐾 Q became your biggest fan. They were ready to find everyone, who wronged you, and use Dogra Magra on them. Listen to you, when you forbid them from doing it.

🐾 For BSD Cast, you are the most perfect person in the whole world.

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[idyllic-affections]

DON'T.... BECAUSE KAVEH'S YOUNGER!SIBLING BEING ANGRY IN THEIR STEAD.. im so sorry for swarming ur inbox but ydbihsjakdas

i could just IMAGINE their arguments about it

"she's our MOTHER, you don't disrespect her like that!"

"yeah, but she ABANDONED us!"

"she didn't abandon us-"

"YES SHE DID! she ran away and left us here, in sumeru, because she was hurting. i know."

"she deserves to be happy-"

"but what about us? what about me? what about you? she sounds SO much happier with our step siblings, and she doesn't even visit us! you can't keep defending her!

you can love her all you want, i don't care. you say she's our mother, but she's been absent ever since dad died."

"you have to understand-"

"I DO UNDERSTAND! and you took care of her when she was sad. you took care of me because she was sad. you were a child too, and you were more of a mother to me than her!"

"don't say that-"

"just because she's my mom doesn't mean i have to like her!"

kinda projected here but good god this makes me wanna explode. i like to think kaveh's younder!sibling has been going through that "rebellious teen phase", but it's not a phase, it's just how they are after growing up with a pretty absent mom and dead dad. they see how much their brother suffer, they 100% wanna help him, but they're going through it too yk??

imagine how frustrating it is for them whenever kaveh talks about their mom and he always says nice things about her but they could see the sheer bitterness, guilt, and melancholy in his eyes. they can't help but hate her for not being there for them (i like to think they're maybe an infant or very very young when it happened) n making their big bro, their parental figure, go through this horrible mess.

n they just kinda grew up with that hate w/o telling kaveh bc they didn't wanna add into his plate of problems. but the hate slowly manifested with other stuff until they went from 'not wanting to cause trouble for kaveh' to 'i cause trouble because i can't control myself and i need to release my anger on something else'

so ya i think kaveh's younger!sibling would be temperamental n people see them kinda like a bully, opposite of kaveh :( even if kaveh raised them kindly, i think reader's hatred to their mom saved them from copying kaveh's self destructiveness...

which caused kinda of a strain in their relationship when reader became a teen

(on the flip side for some reason i think reader would get along with alhaitham more (which would hurt kaveh tbh) bc alhaitham's mentality clashes so much against kaveh's n it's probably what reader needs more... they probably preferred alhaitham's "you're allowed to get angry at things you felt was unfair, even if she's your mother" than kaveh's "she still loves us... she just- she just needed to move on to be happy. she deserves it.")

sorry i kinda developed a whole reader here and maybe this is incoherent blabbering im gonna hide now >q< feel free to ignore !!

NOOOOO NO DON'T HIDE I AM HEARING YOU OUT SOO MUCH RN WE ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH

ohhh the strain that would come as a consequence of that rage and pain... sigh. parentified kaveh is so real, honestly, because with how bad faranak's mental health became, she definitely would not have been able to raise her youngest child. kaveh would be the one to raise them. kaveh would be the one they ran to when they scraped their knee. kaveh would be the one to kiss away their tears. kaveh would be the one to help them with homework and little things like that.

it would always be kaveh.

(and i think faranak would be painfully aware of the way they no longer come to her for comfort and consolation, but i don't think she would be able to feel bad about it until years later, because she's already so... fucked up. she would just be glad that someone was nurturing her child, even if that had to be kaveh.)

i think [name]'s anger would be a good and important testament to how well kaveh really raised them, though.

(but of course, it would also prove dangerous and self-destructive which i mention a bit further down in the post!!)

one who values themselves is one who feels angry when mistreated.

and [name] is fucking livid, for both themselves and kaveh. [name] is aware of faranak's neglect. because kaveh taught them to love themselves more than he could ever even hope to love himself. kaveh raised them well, even if that responsibility never should have been his in the first place.

so it honestly hurts them both when they fight like that.

"don't you dare disrespect her, [name]. you have no idea what she did for us." "what she did for us?! what the hell-- kaveh, she left us for some random fucking guy neither of us have ever met! how can you not see what's wrong with that?!" "do not talk about her like that. she did her best. doesn't she deserve to be happy, [name]? doesn't she?!" "oh," they'd scoff, "so 'her best' is abandoning her kids, parentifying her oldest son, and running from her past like a fucking coward?" they would roll their eyes and turn away at that point. "no, kaveh. she doesn't. neither of us are, so why does she deserve to be happy?" they'd then leave.

and consider this dialogue somewhere in there:

"she isn't my mother. she didn't raise me. you can like and defend that woman all you want, but she never was and never will be my mother."

they care so much about what kaveh went through for them. they are so painfully aware of the sacrifices he made to raise them. you know how parentified oldest siblings are usually the only ones aware of the abuse and neglect, whereas the younger siblings they raised think their parent is an angel who did no wrong? it's the opposite here.

and [name] getting along better with alhaitham in their teens... you are so right. they would.

i can imagine them fighting like this in alhaitham's home, and when [name] finally gets pissed off enough that they just leave to cool down, kaveh also retreats and stays in his room for a bit. but a few minutes later, when he comes back out, alhaitham is gone.

he left after [name], because a pissed off teen out wandering alone in sumeru and possibly sumeru's wilderness is unsafe.

(i feel like [name]'s anger could translate into ambition. hmm. pyro vision [name], maybe?)

kaveh knows they get along better with alhaitham nowadays, and i think it hurts him so much. but... he also does want what is best for them, and maybe. just maybe he is not best for them anymore.

(little does he know, they cry a lot to his roommate about just... wanting their brother. but not being able to open up to him like they used to because he'll only keep making excuses for their mother. and he'll only keep hurting himself in the process. and they don't want to see him destroy himself.)

alhaitham would validate their feelings more than kaveh would. he believes they should be pissed. he's not good with tears and feelings in general, but he is rather decent when it matters. and it very much matters when it comes to kaveh's mentally and emotionally wounded younger sibling.

i think alhaitham is better for them at this point in their life. and, you know, i feel like... in a way, he could help them learn to be less destructive. because also i feel like [name] is self-destructive in their own way, too. they get pissed and push away the people they love (aka kaveh). and they're hurting themselves in the process, but it's in a less obvious way than how kaveh is hurting himself (all the overworking, constantly doing everything for everyone, etc etc).

alhaitham is so blunt and straightforward and it would be refreshing compared to the mental gymnastics kaveh does to justify what faranak has done. and honestly, the factual truth is that [name] is allowed to be angry. alhaitham knows that and he's very clear about it.

and hear me out--

[name] enrolling in the akademiya, but instead of the expected darshan (kshahrewar or something similar)... they enroll in haravatat. just a thought.

they're probably just kind of mean in general compared to their brother, and i think that comes as a surprise to a lot of people, but i mean... who can blame them?

they need to go to family therapy HELSPDKDHSKGA

#aphelion replies: moots 🌸 #WORD VOMIT POST SORRY YOU GUYS BUT THE BRAIN IS BRAINING YK......

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Too Late To Go Back

Alternate Ending

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: allusion to alcohol consumption

Find All Parts Here

After that night, Danny tried to keep up appearances and be content with just being friends. But he couldn’t. One day, all communication stopped. Texts and calls never being answered. Months went by like that. You were devastated. Losing him and the friendship you’d built hurt so badly. 

Then, on a bright sunny day, you decided to try reaching out one last time.

You: Hey, just wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking about you. Hope things are going well for you.

Danny: Been thinking about you too. Are you free tonight?

You: I am actually! Why? What’s up?

Danny: I’m having a party, you should come by. Everyone should be here around 7.

You: Nice! Sure, I’ll stop by for a bit. It would be nice to see everyone!

That evening, you drove over to the address Danny sent. When you parked your car, you noticed the usual vehicles but there was one that you didn’t recognize. Thinking it might be one of his brother’s friends, you didn’t think anymore of it. Walking up to the front door, you knock. The door opens and it’s a girl you’ve never seen before.

“Hi! Are you one of Dan’s friends?” She asks.

Taken aback, you stutter, “I– I– Uh– Yeah, he invited me kind of last minute.”

��Gotcha! Well come on in! Make yourself at home! I’m Janey!” She says, opening the door wider to let you in.

You introduce yourself and compliment her dress. She smiles and thanks you before telling you where she’d found it. The two of you continue chatting as you make your way through the house and to the backyard. When you step outside, Danny spots you immediately and gets up from his chair and walks over to you.

“Hey! You made it!” He says, giving you a quick hug.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss one of your parties. So this is the new place huh?” You ask.

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s great. That couch you helped me find goes great by the way!” He says.

“Nice! I’m glad.” You say with a smile.

“Wait, you're the one that helped Dan furnish this place? You have impeccable taste.” Janey says as she slips her arm around Danny’s waist.

“Yep, that was me! Thank you, thank you.” You say with a grin.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce the two of you. This is my girlfriend Janey.” Danny say, putting his arm around her.

“We already introduced ourselves Dan.” She laughs.

“Right. Of course you would have.” He laughs.

The rest of the night is spent laughing and enjoying time with your friends.

You and Janey quickly grew close and your friendship with Danny was better than ever. The three of you spent most days together. You were even coined the three musketeers. They were your favorite people and your best friends.

As the years passed, that’s how it remained. Then in the middle of the night, Danny calls you. He and Janey have broken up and he is distraught. You immediately jump up and go to him. You spend the rest of the night consoling him. The next morning, you get a text from Janey telling you what you already knew. You text her back and ask if there’s anything you can do for her, she says no. She decided to that she would move back home for a while. Telling her that you’re always there for her, the conversation ends.

Danny leans on you for weeks after. But gradually, he starts to heal. The two of you spend all your time together. Then one night when you had a little too much to drink, something changes.

You and Danny are lying in the floor of his livingroom giggling about absolutely nothing. 

Sighing, Danny rolls over onto his side and looks at you. Tucking your hair behind your ear, he says, "You know when you came to my party that day I thought you'd be so jealous of J. I thought you'd get jealous and beg me to come back to you."

"Ew Danny. That's gross!" You laugh. "Why would you use her like that?"

"Well, I did like her, but I loved you. I was stupid back them and obviously immature." He laughs rolling onto his back.

"Obviously." You say.

"Do you ever think about what could have been?" Danny asks, putting his arms behind his head.

"Not for a long time. But I used to occasionally." You reply.

"Do you think if I hadn't messed up so bad, that we'd be married by now? Maybe a kid or two?"

Furrowing you brow you sit up and look at him. "Honestly, I think so. Why are you asking me this?"

"Sometimes I think about it. Wish things hadn't gone the way they did." He says sleepily.

"You wish that?" You ask shocked.

"More than you would think."

"Danny–" You start, but abruptly stop hearing little snores come from him.

You lay back down next to him and spend the rest of the night thinking. Thinking about what could have been. Thinking about the man Danny had grown to be. About how you'd thought about what could have been more often than you'd said. About how deep down, you'd regretted not giving him a second chance.

You spent the next few days mulling over the conversation but not saying a word to Danny. But, the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to give it one more try. You wanted to see if it was too late for second chances. So, you decided to tell him and see.

When you decided to confess, he had flown home for a few weeks for his mom’s birthday. So, you had to wait until he got back. The day he was flying home, he asked if you could pick him up from the airport and that he had a surprise for you. You told him that you’d of course pick him up and couldn’t wait to see the surprise.

Arriving at the airport, you waited at the terminal. Wringing your hands, you anxiously waited to see that mop of dark curly hair. Then you saw him. You smiled and waved to get his attention. When he spotted you, he breaks out into a huge smile and makes his way to you.

“Hey!” He says hugging you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too!” You say looking up at him.

“So, you’ll never guess what the surprise is.” He says.

“Oh really? I’m a pretty good guesser.” You say with a laugh.

Then suddenly, you feel someone tap on your shoulder. Turning, your heart drops to your stomach. It’s Janey.

“Hey Honey!” She says with a huge grin and opening her arms for a hug.

“Hey J!” You say in complete shock and giving her a hug.

“Surprised?” Danny asks.

“Yes! How have you been?” You ask her.

“Great. Better than great.” She says walking over to Danny and wrapping her arms around him. 

He leans down and kisses her and your heart breaks. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you say, “So tell me! When did this happen?” You ask motioning between them.

“Well, I ran into her the day I got home and then we just reconnected and worked through some stuff and yeah. Here we are.” He says gazing lovingly down at her. “But that’s not all.” 

He nods his head at her and she lifts her left hand. A beautiful ring is on that finger. You feel ill. You stand and stare in disbelief.

Shaking your head, you open your arms and hug the two of them. “Oh my god! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” You say through tears.

“Awe, don’t cry!” Janey says rubbing your back.

“I’m just so happy for you guys.” You lie, wiping the tears.

The three of you leave the airport and you take them home. They invite you to stay for dinner like old times, but you decline saying they should enjoy some time to themselves. After saying your goodbyes, you get in your car and drive away.

You make it about ten minutes away before bursting into tears. You wanted to feel happy for them. You loved them both dearly. But, all you could feel was your heartbreak.

You were too late.

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[cowboyjen68]

Hey Jen,

Just wanted to say thank you for everything you do. I grew up in a very "traditional" environment with no butch role models I could look up to, which meant I've moved through my childhood and teenage years as a very lonely and confused tomboy. I remember reading about butch lesbians for the first time and finally feeling like there are other women like me out there and that there's nothing wrong with being the way I am. I've managed to fully grow into myself after I came out at 18 and have since been the proud and visible butch I've needed to see when I was younger. The problem is, even though I'm about to turn 30, I still feel like I'm missing that recognition and approval from older butches that I always craved and never had, and it's making me feel a little embarrassed because it's usually younger girls who seek guidance like that. I'm normally seen as "seasoned" in my small circle but I don't feel that way deep inside. I don't really know how to cope with this feeling, but seeing your posts and you just existing has been so good and healing, I truly appreciate you so much.

It makes my heart full to hear when one of us, despite the obstacles and misinformation and subtle to even aggressive push back from the world around us, discovers the word, our word, Butch and pieces fall into place. I needed to know there was a word to describe myself and others who shared certain experiences because often those things were impossible to communicate with just words unless someone lived in a similar space as I did/do. 

You can take consolation that I get DM’s and meet women well into their 30’s and even 40’s who  are trying hard to embrace butch without much modeling in their real lives. They see media representation that is sparse, one dimensional, and inaccurate.They get handed books that most likely tell A story but not one broad enough as to be applicable to most of us and wonder why they feel like they are missing things they can truly relate to beyond superficial aesthetics or glimpses of familiar treatments in society. 

I would suggest going to a women’s festival if you can swing it. There are always lots of butches of all personality types, body types and they are full of stories and experiences and you will see a more rounded representation of the US. 

Follow butches on Tiktok like KojaDeyoha and Conservation_Junkie who showcase their lives without compromise or apologies. Check their comment sections for others who you might be able to relate to. 

Be honest with yourself above all others because at the end of the day you are with you and no one else will be responsible for your happiness. 

Subscribe to Lesbian Connection Magazine LConline.org to get a glimpse into the conversions lesbians of all stripes have in a casual, letter format.

I am glad I am relatable to you and so happy you found me.  I know I needed to see “me” when I was younger and thankfully around 23 my first girlfriend took me to a women’s festival and I saw lots of women with whom I could find common ground.

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[boogiewrites]

Seeing Stars Part 7

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary: Star tries to heal old wounds by nurturing the friendships she's unexpectedly found in Hawkins. She surprises the band with a crowd that what it lacks in numbers makes up for in enthusiasm. After the sexual tension between her and Eddie is openly discussed (and not only by them) she decides to ask him for what's been on her mind.

Comment & Reblog to let me know you like it and want more Eddie content!

Part 1 if you missed it!

Warnings/Triggers: NSFW. Sex. Rough Sex. Spanking. Light choking. Dirty Talk. Good boy/Bad Girl. The word whore is used. Mentions of a cream pie. Also cuddling and fluff.

Star made her way into Family Video with an excited pep in her step.

“Hey!” Robin waved from Behind the counter.

“Hello, my favorite Family Video employee.” She smiled and leaned on the counter.

“I heard that.” Steve said, coming from the new releases section.

“Hello to my second favorite.” Star added with a kinder tone.

She’d made frequent visits to the store a common occurrence. It was on her way out of town from work and since leaving the city she’d found new ways to occupy her time. Movies happened to be a great way to kill a chunk of time. It didn’t hurt that she liked both of the people who worked there. Steve and she were on good terms, choosing to ignore the drunken mess of a night they spent feeling each other up while she downed swigs of tequila. Robin happened to be in the same music class as Star. She’d befriended her with her off-beat muttered jokes and with the common knowledge of movies made conversations easy. So a trip twice a week to chat wasn’t out of the normal.

“Does that mean I’m third?” A floppy-haired Dustin comes from seemingly nowhere as he pops himself up on the countertop.

“Do you work here now?” Star asked.

“No.”

“Then you aren’t my favorite employee sorry.” She shook her head and he put his hand to his chest as if he were hurt.

“Ouch.”

“How old are you again?” She asked.

“Almost 15?”

“You’re my favorite almost 15-year-old.”

“Nice.” He bobbed his head, happily accepting the consolation prize.

“I’m glad you’re all here actually. I need to ask a favor.” She gave a forced smile and leaned her weight onto the counter.

“Yes, I can waive your late fees again, Jesus.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Not what it’s about.” She dismisses with a weave of her hand. “I wanted to do something nice.”

They all stare at her like she grew another head.

“Oh come on I’m not that mean.” She says in defense of herself.

“No, but a spoonful of sugar does make you easier to get down.” Robin says supportively.

“Look. Any chance Tuesday night you’re free?”

“We can if we change the schedule?” Steve looks at Robin.

“I'm free!” Dustin smiles.

“I wanted to get some people together at The Hideout Tuesday night. I’m trying to do something nice for the guys.”

“You mean Eddie?“ Steve smirks.

“I may have been a dick to him specifically but this would benefit all the members of Corroded Coffin.”

“I am not going to go watch them.” Steve said moving his hands back and forth.

“They aren’t bad! They’re surprisingly good!” She insisted.

“Have you seen Eddie play? He’s a damn savant on the guitar.” Dustin backs her up.

“A what?” Steve scrunches his face at Dustin.

“A savant. It’s the opposite of you.” He teased.

“We aren’t really into that heavy stuff.” Robin got the conversation back on track.

“I know but it’s so depressing to go and be the only one there and when I work and I can’t go I feel so bad. They work really hard. I know if some people would show up it’d mean a lot.”

“She’s got a point,” Dustin adds supportively. “Only thing Eddie cares more about than D and D is his band.”

“So we’re just all doing nice things for Munson now?” Steve said a bit bitter.

“Don’t be a sore loser.” Robin muttered and elbowed him.

“You don’t have to stay the whole time and they don’t play long, just a few songs.”

“Yeah, their songs are like 20 minutes long each.” Steve added.

“Not the covers.” Star offered with a shrug. “You don’t have to. But I’m trying. He’s been a really great friend ever since I showed up here and I feel like I’m just a giant pain in the ass to him all the time. I’d like to do something for him to show I’m not a shitty friend.”

“You’re not a shitty friend!” Dustin quickly added.

“You made me that scarf that was school colors so I wouldn’t freeze in the bandstand,” Robin added. “And you brought us that pizza that one night. Remember?” She swung her head to Steve. He sighed.

“That pizza was damn good.” He said quietly, wistfully thinking about the deep dish she’d made when they’d mentioned not having it before.

“Pizza?” Dustin’s curiosity was piqued.

“She makes this deep dish pizza thing it’s like lasagna but it’s pizza and it’s all cheesy and meaty and you have to eat it with utensils it’s so thick.”

“I want a deep dish.” Dustin pouted.

“I’ll make you boys food for Hellfire one night. How about that?”

“You’re a regular mother hen.” Robin chuckled.

“I know I’m not the easiest nut to crack. I came with zero expectations of finding friends but you’re all great and I want to return the favor.”

“Steve’s like a dog if you feed him you’ll never get rid of him.” Robin tried to add sweetly.

“Rude.” Steve murmured.

“We’ll try to be there.” Robin steps on Steve’s foot.

“Could you bring Mike too?” Star asked Dustin. “I don’t think his sister would be too into it.”

“Yeah, Nance wouldn’t.” Steve chuckled.

“I can get Mike.”

“What about Lucas? I’ve not had the chance to get to know him since he’s been taken in by the basketball team. Would he come?”

“If he doesn’t have practice. I’ll ask.”

“And that cute little redhead?” Star inquired.

“Max. I don’t know. Probably not. She’s been distant. She turned us down for Hellfire too.”

“Shame. I always liked redheads. They’re good in a fight.” Star smiled.

“She would agree with that.” Dustin had a sad smile for a moment.

“Thanks. I appreciate it. But I need one more thing. And only you can help me, Steve.”

“I’ve heard that one before.” He quirked a brow up.

“It’s almost Halloween. I need recs for something to scare me.”

“You looked in a mirror?” Everyone including Star gave varying degrees of groans and Robin threw a pen at him. “I’m kidding! Geez, you all know I’m kidding. C’mon, I’ll show you all the gross stuff you weirdos are into.”

-

The walls shook with the high number the volume knob was turned to in Eddie’s trailer. Star was waiting for him to get out of the shower so she could get him ready for his show tonight. She was feeling a bit antsy, unsure of how it would go while simultaneously being excited if things went right. She didn’t do her makeup very often, usually on a special occasion or when she was feeling particularly feminine. She had more experience with doing her hair, and tonight she had her scrunched up in waves and feathered, a ’70s throwback with a modern twist. She was giving herself some nice dark smokey eyeliner and shadow, something she was hoping to get the hang of before trying it on Eddie. She’d said she wanted to dress him up tonight and gave no reason. He was into it, and luckily she didn’t have to explain further. Eddie was a sucker for dramatics so he was happy to experiment with her.

Star was focused, lighter held in one hand on the desktop as she leaned over the edge and tried to perfect her eyeliner with the other.

Eddie came into the room, towel around his waist and hair wet. He stumbled as he walked in, toe hitting the floor to stop himself as he walked head first into the sight of Star bent over his desk. It’d been a sight he’d imagined very vividly before when he was alone. Since she didn’t immediately notice him he let himself enjoy the view. She was wearing a different shirt than he’d seen her in last, this one much smaller and tighter than what he was used to seeing her in. She loved her layers, and seeing the shape of her body wasn’t something, especially now in the winter, he got to see very often. She usually wore baggier pants, not jeans, or her long skirts with the occasional dress thrown in. She had a trunk full of sweaters and cardigans she’d made for herself and she usually wore them at the same time, clashing colors and all. She had the old men’s t-shirts, most stolen from her brother she wore but they too hid her figure. But she was in a tight black women's fit tee and skin-tight high-rise jeans tonight. She kept her signature lace-up boots that reminded him of something out of Victorian times. They went above her ankles and had little flowers embroidered on them. He figures she’d probably found them in a second-hand store like she had the majority of her clothes. He let out a sigh at the sight of her wide-set hips and self-titled fat ass snug in light wash denim. He wondered if she was wearing any panties under them. He had to stop himself before it became too obvious what he was imagining while only wearing a towel.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans like that.” Is how he chose to announce his entrance into the room to her.

“Because I’ve not worn them around you before.” She licks her finger and smooths off the edge of her eyes. With her focus now ended she fluttered her eyes to reset her mind and look at the intrusion. She met his eyes in the mirror without turning. “Oh.” She said aloud and didn't mean to. He watched her reaction and he couldn’t have been more pleased about it. Her jaw clenched, fingers fumbling with her lighter as she opened and closed her mouth with a flush of pink to her cheeks. He sees her chest expand in a deep inhale that exits through her slightly opened mouth. “Is that what you’re going to wear?” She finally cracked a smile.

“I considered it.” He begins with a smile that pulls one corner of his mouth more than the other. “But I don’t think you’d be able to get anything done if I did.” He’d moved to his bed, the pile of clothes he’d had laid out to put on. She sees him smirking through the damp curtain of hair.

“Whenever I walk into your room naked and wet with only a towel around my waist and we see how you respond. THEN you can give me shit for it.” She poked her fingers holding the eyeliner his way.

“Please do.” He shook his head and the smile on his face showed how pleased with himself he was.

“Walking in here like that is BAIT Munson.”

“Bait, huh? For what?” He holds his boxers in his hand and faces her, shaking out his hair.

“Why was I ever nice to you?” She teases, turning her upper half toward him. “Now you’re entirely too cocky and I don’t appreciate it.”

“You appreciate my c-“

“DON'T!” She pointed again and raises her brows. “I regretted my choice of words as soon as it came out of my mouth.”

“Oh I’ve came in your-“

“Put your clothes on you whore!” She shouts and kicks an empty can his way.

“I’m shy.” He covered his crotch and shied away and she let out a shoulder-shaking laugh.

“I’ll finish my makeup, I won’t look, go ahead.” She waves her arm at him and turns back, lighter on the pencil for a moment before pretending to do what she just said.

He either didn’t care or he believed her and either she was fine with. She got to see him stark naked. She felt her chest tighten and stopped pretending to do her makeup, she held her hand by her face and watched his reflection in the mirror. He was broad-shouldered and lean, looking like the picture of some Grecian statue makers muse. He was skinny but there was a certain scrappiness to his build she appreciated. He looked masculine without looking macho, a touch of softness thrown into a pale svelte form. She swallowed at the sight of him soft, nestled in a thatch of dark hair that trailed up his stomach. A light smattering in the center of his chest near the tattoos stacked on the side. As he pulled on his clothes she snapped her eyes away and touched up her hair needlessly. A controlled chaos of fluffy edges and waves was what she was going for anyway.

“Alright I’m decent.” he announced, sitting on the edge of his bed and putting on his sneakers. His usual denim with holes ripped from wear and not bought that way fit him snug. He wore a tank top, arms on show.

“You? Never?” she smiled and finally turned, her back to the mirror, her backside resting against the edge of the desk. “I did have a little surprise.” she tried to not look like she was purposely posing herself in a flattering way to show off her shirt.

“Yeah?” his head pops up after he’s done tugging on his shoes. “Aw, shit.” his face lit up and she perked up, standing straight and pulling down the hem of her shirt so her chest wasn’t distorting her work.

“I know you guys have some but I wanted to make my own. I’ve not done any DIY stuff like this in a while. Good to knock the dust off.”

“It’s sick, dude.” he raises and moves to genuinely examine her shirt and not her braless chest. He could behave given the right circumstances, and a Corroded Coffin shirt was certainly that. “How’d you do that?”

“Bleach and a q-tip,” she explained. “Also this on the back.” she swished her hair away and showed the outline of a coffin she’d drawn on the back. Little drips of bleach made it loo particularly gnarly. She turned back around. “The little drips looked cool.” she touched them as she chattered about the shirt.

“You’ve even got a coffin around it.” his face was adoring, a warm smile as he took in what felt like a present for him even if it wasn’t.

“I was tired of not having something. You guys work so hard, I thought it was time to make something new I could wear out. Rep the merch.” she chuckled.

“It’s cool as hell.” he nodded. “Can you make me one?”

“Same kind of shirt too?” she smirked.

“If it’s that cool I don’t give a shit, I’ll wear it.”

“I might make it. I’d like to see you in a tiny little cropped shirt like some ’70s stud.” she laughed.

“I mean you could take this one off and I’ll-” she smacked his cheek lightly.

“Shut it.” she snorted out. “Sit down, loverboy, I need to start working my magic.”

-

She’d moussed up his hair, giving it some definition and perpetual wet look like the guys she knew he idolized. She spent her time fluffing both him and his hair up while he got doted on. She figured hyping him up before a show was a good call.

“We’re making good time,” she said, grabbing his wrist to look at his watch. “Now for the final touches.” she spun around his desk chair and straddled his lap. His eyes went wide for a second. “I’ve gotta get close for the eyeliner,” she explained. “Don't get too excited.” she giggled while lighting the end of the pencil with a lighter.

“You’re gonna blind me.” he complained.

“This is how you do it!” she insisted. “You heat it and you can smoke it out. It’s how I did mine. Don’t be such a baby. You’re a big mean metal head remember?”

“I prefer arson.” he gave her a defensive look she knew was playful. She took his hand and held the kohl pencil tip the back of it.

“Not hot. See?” He grunted in response and she resituated herself and loomed over him. She grabbed him by the chin. “Now close your eyes and hold still.” She began dragging the eyeliner across his lash line.

“Under different circumstances that would be a lot more exciting to hear.” she stopped and laughed.

“Don’t make me laugh, I’ll mess up.”

“Can’t help it. I’m hilarious.” his dead plan delivery of the statement made her shake again.

“Stop talking.” He grunted in response.

“It kinda hurts.” he mumbled.

“It’s the wood on the pencil. I’ll sharpen it.”

“I don’t want it sharper!” he whined.

“It sharpens the black part, calm down.” she shook her head at him. Quickly she had his jaw tight in her hand and was back to concentrating.

“Uh… are we interrupting something?” a familiar voice from behind asks.

“Yeah, she’s trying to blind me.” Eddie complains.

“He’s being a fuckin baby about the eyeliner!” Star raised her voice, knowing it was the other band members making their way over to help load equipment.

“Oh good.” she jears Jeff sigh.

“I thought we’d walked in on you guys screwin' around.”

“Huh?” Star’s nose scrunched up and she turned to meet Gareth’s face.

“You're uh…” motions his finger up and down at her straddling Eddie in his chair.

“Oh.” she looked down and started to laugh. “Right.” she shrugged and turned back to Eddie. “I had to get close to put this on him and he won’t sit still.”

“So she sat on me like some damn Amazonian!” Eddie protested loudly.

“You’d be lucky for me to crush your pelvis.” she laughed.

“Hell, maybe we should’ve taken her up on doing our makeup.” Gareth smirks.

“You want to? I can.” she offers while licking her thumb and evening out Eddie’s now shadowy-lined eyes.

“Gross.” he mumbled.

“You’d pay for me to spit on you, hush.” she shoved his shoulder and stood. It got a chuckle out of the boys and a grin from Eddie. She wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I don’t think we’ve got the time to do everyone.” Eddie added, standing and moving to the mirror to see Star’s handiwork.

“Woah! Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt?” Jeff exclaimed.

“Oh shit, yeah! check it out!” Star turned quickly and chimed in. Soon the subject had passed and Eddie got to let out a tiny mental exhale. He hadn’t liked the idea of Star straddling the other guys, even if it was to do makeup. He’d unpack that later.

-

Star was smoking outside the front of The Hideout, the boys were in the back and all setup. She’d rode with Eddie and held his guitar for him so it didn’t have to go in the back of the van.

She saw a car full of people pull up and she tried not to show her excitement even if she wanted to bounce on her heels a bit.

“C’mon ya heathens.” Steve groaned, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike in tow.”

“You brought the whole family.” Star beamed.

“Being the only one who can drive kinda blows sometimes.” Steve sighed.

“Thanks,” she says sincerely, reaching out and putting her hand on his arm. “They’ll love this. And I really appreciate it too.”

“Don’t go getting all sappy on me.” he subtly smiles.

“I’m trying to not be such a stone-cold bitch.” she grins and takes a final drag.

“Oh, I know you aren’t. I’ve babysat tequila Star.” he teases.

“And again I’ll apologize for that.” she frowned.

“Nah, I’m just giving you shit about it. You’re cool.” he shook his head. “It was uh, pretty fun up until the whole almost throwing up on me part.” She rubbed her face and groaned.

“Yeah it was.” she scrunched her nose up in embarrassment but gave him a rather cute smile to accompany it.

“Let’s not leave the underage kids unaccompanied in the bar please?” Robin called out from the doorway.

“Our voice of reason.” Star holds her hand out for Steve to go ahead.

“If she’s our voice of reason we’re screwed.”

-

The splay of emotions on the guys’ faces as they took the stage was something Star wished she could’ve captured. Six people, by any usual standard, not much, clapped and cheered as they walked out and that was a first. Star and the 3 younger boys all screamed and clapped and wooed aggressively. Robin and Steve stood propped against the edge of a booth and clapped like two parents watching their rowdy children out of the floor. Eddie’s cheeks flushed and he looked down bashfully as Dustin screeched his name. The other handful of people in the bar were very confused by the attention but the bartender was laughing to herself.

“Uh.” Eddie cleared his throat speaking into the mic. “Wasn’t expecting this.” he grinned and looked down to fidget his fingers on the amp cord. “We’re Corroded Coffin.”

“Hell yeah!” Dustin screamed through cupped hands despite being less than 15 feet from the stage. Star snorted laughing as she bumped him with her hip.

“Gettem Eddieee!” Lucas chimed in, a shy but cheerful face while he joined in. The enthusiasm was contagious among the group.

Star danced to everything, Dustin joining her for most of it. Mike and Lucas took the cool route and head banged. Star and Dustin knocked heads while bent over and trying to swing their hair while catching each other when they started to sway and fall.

“We’ve been practicing this one.” Eddie panted into the mic, the sound reminding Star of the times they’d been together alone. “This one is for Star. That idiot in the black shirt who’s going to give herself a concussion.” he grinned.

“THAT’S ME!” she shouted and laughed with her whole body.

“She makes me listen to this song every time she’s in my van even though it’s my van and I should be in charge of the music. But at least her music taste isn’t shit.” he gives a nod and her favorite Dio song starts and she turns to Dustin, slapping hands together because she knows he likes it too. She got lost in it, remembering the time in her trailer teaching Eddie to dance. She mouthed or sang every word. Dustin mimicked the guitar as Eddie shredded the solo. The stolen glances between Eddie and Star weren’t exactly obvious but while he sang and she recited every word back to him there was a certain pull they could feel toward each other. It was full of gratitude and affection and it amped up his performance and her heartbeat.

“You gotta admit. They’re pretty cute.” Robin smirked. She and Steve watched the others act like adolescent monkeys and fall all over each other on the dance floor.

“Yeah, the buttheads are having a good time.”

“Not what I meant.” Steve turned his face to Robin who was still wearing her smirk. “Star?” she spoke quietly, knowing they couldn’t be heard by the shouting group over the music. “I know it makes you the loser in this situation but I think she and Eddie are pretty cute together.”

“Oh, they aren’t together.” he sounded oddly certain.

“You still holding out hope?”

“No.” Steve huffed out a quiet laugh. “She’s cool. She’s ya know… she looks good but she’s not long-term girlfriend material.”

“And that’s what you’re looking for these days?”

“Apparently so.”

“Oh?”

“She and I had a great time, don’t get me wrong. Once you have a set of hips like that on you it changes you.” he chuckled. “But I… I don’t know. There’s not enough in common there. She’s complicated.”

“A children's menu maze is complicated for you Steve, how bad can she be?” Robin laughed.

“When she was drunk she was talking about things.”

“As one does.” Robin shrugged.

“I don’t know if she was talking about Eddie or someone else. She was upset about something. But she wouldn’t answer me when I tried to figure out what.” he subtly frowns. “I don’t think she knows she likes Eddie.”

“Do you think she knows he likes her? Seems pretty obvious.”

“They’re tight as thieves, they’re best friends.”

“Ah.” Robin nodded. “So are we thinking they’re like us?”

“No? I don’t know.”

“Guy’s got some great hair. Wearing makeup…” Robin adds with a shrug. “Or her, I mean, you said it the first time you saw her.”

“Guy does have some major hair. The whole…look suits him.” Steve nodded in agreement. “I mean me and her ya know…”

“Doesn’t mean she’s strictly dickly.” Robin giggled.

“She was kissing on him and saying she missed him when he picked her up from my place, though. But she is a bit of a flirt.”

“She’s so reserved before you get to know her, makes sense she’d be the opposite when she’s drunk though right?”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s hard to tell. I don’t know him well enough to say it’s more than friends, but he’s protective as hell over her. Dude tried to fight me when he showed up.”

“You know outcasts have to protect one another.”

“True.” he nodded, contemplating. “I guess it’s none of my business really.” he looked down the floor.

“Also true.” Robin nodded in agreement. “But it’s fun to guess.” she grinned.

“This must be how people talk about us.” he broke into a less serious face.

“At least we know our deal.” Robin shrugged.

“Feels like that’s the only thing I know most days.” Steve sighed.

-

Star had to take a break eventually, sitting down and letting the boys take over the floor. She wished this could be every week, having people to dance and be excited with. She settled onto a tabletop with a bounce, sipping from a glass bottle of soda. She was catching her breath as they played an Iron Maiden song she’d heard originally in Eddie’s van. It’d become a favorite and she let the buzz from the amps so close vibrate her insides with a content sigh. She felt a pleasant moment of being alone in the small crowd of people while watching Eddie. She’d seen him swear and stomp, shouting and pulling his hair at attempts to learn riffs he was now executing flawlessly. She had an odd swell of pride for him. Seeing him in his element sparked the fire he’d ignited the first time she’d seen him play on stage. This time felt different as she reflected on the heat inside her watching him play gave her. She knew him now, knew what his body looked like and what it felt like against hers. His face was stern and concentrated, eyes on fingers as he smoked the neck of the guitar. His nose would twitch, his pointed tongue out either to focus or an exclamation of his enthusiasm for what he was playing with a dramatic opening of his mouth and a shout. His leg up on a speaker, he thrust his hips slowly as he eased into every growl of his guitar. The eyeliner and wet hair did suit him. It made him look older, it took the doe out of his big brown eyes. He was less prey and more predator. She liked to think her attention to him helped him hone in on this confident part of himself a bit more. She wondered if he was as happy with himself as she was with him.

For as focused as he was, now having people to watch him, he didn’t want to fuck up in front of them. But he still had the occasional tug at his focus in the back of his mind about Star. He gasps, mouth open after nailing a solo and switching back to rhythm giving him a chance to look at her. She’d been making him smile all night, even if he tried to hide it to keep his hardened exterior in place. He found her sitting and staring at him, immediately locking eyes the moment he took them off his guitar. His smile lines deepened, eyes bright despite the black surrounding them for a moment. He didn’t hold it too long. She thought he held it just long enough before looking back down and his smile slowly faded as he continued to play. He oozed confidence to her in that moment. She wondered if he could feel her watching or could read her mind as he met her gaze. She didn’t mind much either way. Maybe it would make what she had planned later fall into place easier if he could

-

They'd all hung out in the back, sharing cigs and friendly banter before Steve hauled everyone off. On the ride, home Star spilled her plan to get people to show up. Eddie wasn’t happy with the fact that he was driving because he wanted to kiss her for it. He didn’t know if kissing her out a rush of admiration was crossing a line. But what else was he supposed to do when she was beaming at him with a teeth showing smile and bright eyes as the street lamps shone into them as they passed.

“When did you get so sweet, huh?” He asked with a nod of his chin.

“Same time you did.” a more precocious smile comes across her face, and she settles into the seat, leaning toward him.

“Now I have to figure out what to do for you.”

“Do for me?” she turns her face his way, watching his hair slowly waft from the cracked window.

“Yeah, you did something nice. I need to do something nice back.”

“You’re already nice.” she smiled. “This isn’t transactional. We’re friends. Friends do things for each other. I’ll need a favor eventually and you’ll do it and then you’ll need something sometime and I’ll do it. You don’t have to pay me back.” she shook her head.

“What if I need a huge favor?”

“How big we talking?”

“Huge.” he grins.

“As big as your dick?” she asks with raised brows and he lets out a chest-shaking laugh.

“Bigger.”

“As big as my ass?” she joins in on the giggling, leaning over the chair arm with faux shock on her face.

“Bigger!” he smiles.

“Well shit. That’s colossal.” she settles back in and snorts. “Eh, I’d do it.” she shrugged casually.

“What if it was illegal?”

“Psh. Not even a favor for you that’s a treat for me.” she grinned.

“What if I needed you to help me bury a body?”

“I’ve got shovels.” she turned her face back toward him and they shared a sweet smile. “I’ve got your back, Munson, don’t worry.” she shook her head and patted his arm, extending it awkwardly across the space between his bucket seats. He slapped his hand on top of hers before she could recoil it giving it a supportive rub.

“And I’ve got your ass- I mean your back. I’ve got your back, too.” The dumb joke made her burst out in laughter, her hand pulling away from his to cover her face. The only other person to make her laugh like that was Dustin and it’s because they all shared the same punny, immature sense of humor. He had to remind himself to keep his eyes on the road. He would’ve rather watched her laugh.

-

“That’s got it.” She dusted her hands off, standing in his doorway as she declares the unloading of his equipment was finished. They’d barely turned on the lights before rushing to haul everything inside. A lamp in the living room and one in his bedroom were the only sources of light in the trailer.

“All the babies are put to bed.” He says hanging up his prized Warlock onto the guitar holder on his mirror. He caressed it like he might a woman, following its curves before letting go.

“You want a beer?” She asked half bent in the doorway unzipping her boots and taking them off.

“Are you staying?” He turned quickly, seeing her shoes already being tossed by his nightstand.

“I had planned to. Is that okay?”

“Yeah!” He answered quickly with a low brow that seemed to take offense to the idea he might not want her to. “You don’t stay here that often, we're always at your place.” He tries to explain with a motioning hand. “S’ nice to have you here instead.”

“I like your place. Bigger bed.” She smiled and turned. “You want me to bring a can or the whole thing?” She asked, making her way in bare feet into his linoleum kitchen.

“Ones good.” He called out as she heard rustling from his room. “Shit.” He whispered to himself.

Eddie moved around his room frowning, he grabbed his sheets and shook them, giving his pillows a sniff before trying to make it look decent. He grabbed the cheap cologne on his dresser and sprayed the bed, rubbing the sheets and pillows. He hadn’t expected her to stay after the show. He was wondering if he should try to better conceal the magazines on the floor that were covered with tits and ass. He didn’t have time to decide before she reappeared.

She sways back in, her hips bumping lightly into the doorframe as she makes a quick turn to his bed, and tossed him a can, cracking one for herself.

“The only thing that could’ve improved the show tonight would’ve been if we could’ve gotten beers at the bar.”

“At least we got 'em now.” He chugged some back and burped. He pats his stomach afterward, a laugh coming from Star at his childishness. “I’d say sorry but you know I’m not.” He gave a dopey closed mouth grin.

“Goober.” She snorted into her can.

“Did you catch the new Iron Maiden song we played?” he asked remembering excitedly and moving to his record player.

“I did!” She nods supportively. “I’d been listening to Piece of Mind a good deal lately. Good choice. Flight of Icarus has been stuck in my head. I like that solo. It’s got that repeating bit then it builds. Very sexy of them.” She chuckled.

“You probably still have the tape don’t you?”

“I think so.”

“Shit.” He finished his beer and sits it on his dresser immediately forgetting about it. “I wanted to put it on.”

“Play any one of your 100 other cassettes.” She takes another drink and sits the beer on his nightstand. “Put on Dio.”

“You heard what I said tonight. You’ve almost played that one out.”

“For good reason. It’s sexy.” She grinned and walked over to look at his collection with him.

“Sexy?”

“Do you not think metal is sexy?” He turned to look at her to find her serious. He blinked and quirked up a brow in thought. “You mean it doesn’t make you wanna fuck? You put on Little Lover and you don’t wanna get nasty?” She chuckled.

“Little Lover is barely metal.” He purses his lips and shakes his head.

“I love my dirty rock and roll what can I say? Okay, you elitist, What about… Fever? Judas Priest?”

“You’re forgetting Fuck Like a Beast.”

“Fuck you’re right.” Her shoulders lowered and she started looking for the WASP cassette. “That album Fucks, man. It’s got L.O.V.E. machine too. Any song talking about astrology will get me going.” She grins and plucks it out. “I mean they’re no Coven but” she shrugs.

“Coven gets a pass.” He points out taking the cassette and putting it in.

“That’s the correct answer.” She smirked and tapped his nose.

“Without Coven, we wouldn’t have Dio.”

“You’re sexy when you know what you’re talking about.” She tilted her head and propped her hip on his stereo stand. He glanced at her and a boyish smile came across his face as he messed with the cassette player.

“Want to hear me talk about D and D?” He grinned.

“I’m more interested in why you looked at me like I had two heads when I said metal was sexy.”

“I guess I never thought about it that way?”

“Does music not mess with your body and make you feel things?”

“Sure but if I was listening to something while fucking it was because that’s what happened to be on, I didn’t fuck because of the music.”

“So you’ve never been alone, had some drinks or smoked, and had a song hit you just right and you get horny?” He thinks for a moment with his eyes darting around the room.

“Like what?”

“Led Zeppelin gets me horny as hell.” She states blatantly.

“Okay yeah, I get that.” He laughed. “Which album? And don’t answer all of them.” He then took his turn to tap her on the nose.

“That’s like asking someone to pick their favorite child.” She exhaled and thought about it. “Depends on the mood you’re going for. Maybe Two? It’s a bit slower though as it goes. But then there’s Physical Graffiti. That one is some primo riding music .” She emphasizes with pinched fingertips. “It’s a little grittier, bluesy, and romantic. Yeah, I’ll say Physical Graffiti.”

“Physical Graffiti it is.” He puts up his hands and pulls it from the collection, having not started the prior choice of WASP.

“I know you like WASP better you don’t have to change it.”

“I’ve not listened to this through in a long time.” The opening track of Custard Pie starts and Star narrows her eyes at him.

“Is it presumptuous of me to assume you’re trying to make me horny by playing this?”

“No.” he kept his facial expression subtle, like holding his cards close to his chest.

“Is correct a better choice?” She leaned towards him and grinned. “If it were… I’d find it rather ironic.” She moves away from the stereo and walks away a few feet closer to the end of his bed. “Because if you think that after watching you on that stage tonight I wouldn’t already be turned on you’d be wrong.” Now that got his attention. He turned around after messing with the dials and waited her out with an expression that was up to no good. “You keep getting better every time I watch you up there, Munson. And I don’t mean just your guitar skills. Let me be perfectly clear, you’re getting closer to frontman guitarist hot and it’s concerning.”

She watched the confidence grow in his body language as she spilled out her honest reaction. “So you had ulterior motives for deciding to stay?” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he approached her. He’d gotten comfortable down to his black tank top and jeans without the usual hardware attached.

“Maybe.” She lilted. “What if I did?”

“I’d say I felt the same watching you in the crowd tonight. The way you move makes it hard to concentrate. Especially when it’s something I wrote.” He has a subtle smile that shows more in his eyes than on his lips. “Felt that way before the show too. And after. I mean look at you.” He brought a hand out to put on her waist. “I like how you dress, don’t get me wrong, but getting to see your body like this is distracting.” He admits, looking her over.

“You like my body, Eddie?”

“Do I like it?” He huffed out a laugh “Yes! You fuckin’ serious?” He squeezed the smallest part of her waist ever so slightly and let his hands run down to the swell of her hips.

“I like yours too you know.” She let out a small sigh and let her hands move to his bare upper arms. “I’d like to see more of it. And not just in the reflection in the mirror.”

“Can I see more of you?” He asks quietly, almost politely.

“You want to?” She looked up at him since he towered over her so close.

“How’s is that even a question?”

“I’m feeling needy tonight.” She shifted her hips. “It’s been so long for me. Even longer than I’ve wanted it so bad. Is it alright if I want to fuck you tonight?” The way she asked sounded almost sweet but her eyes were anything but.

“You sure?” His face softens, eyes half-lidded and looking at her chest. “It’s a little… unceremonious don’t ya think?” She hummed with a closed-lip smile.

“Eddie honey this isn’t my first time.” She shook her head and ran her hands up his chest. “I don't want roses, I want you.” she grabbed a fist full of the neck of his shirt and pulled him to her. It wasn’t hard for her to feel the rush with Track 2 playing in the background.

She kept one hand ahold of his shirt and the other moving from his collarbone to his nape to feel his hair. He groaned and hunched over into the kiss on impact and didn’t hesitate to slide both hands down and get a firm grab of her ass. The pull of his hands lifts her to her tiptoes, leading her to wrap her arms around his neck. A greedy hand gives a little smack to one cheek as his other hand slips his fingers under the hem of her shirt to feel the bare skin waiting for him under it. The feel of his blood-hot palms on her skin causes a small moan to escape into the still indulgent and slow kiss they share. Star’s hand travels back down after toying in his curls. She grabs his chest with two hands and proceeds to feel him up. A harsh brush of her thumbs over his nipples causes a hesitant gasp in him. She hastily moves to shove her hands under his shirt, hands kneading his waist, chest, and back like a cat with her long nails. Following her lead, he boldly surges both hands upward to her ribs to pause and squeeze, cupping her body under the curve of her breasts. Once his hands clutch the hanging weight of her chest they both exhale, breaking the kiss for a brief moment.

“Off.” she simply states, starting the skinning of his shirt off him and his strong arms pull the rest of his head. “You want the honors?” she smirks and tugs at the hem of her shirt. He wastes no time with the thin fabric, pulling it off her and letting it join the rest of his clothes on his bedroom floor. She was desperately craving the feeling of skin to skin, but unlike in the way she wanted it, he gave it to her by bending down and immediately taking her nipple into his mouth, one warm bare arm wrapped around her and a large ringed hand grasping her other breast. He made more noise latched onto her than he had when they kissed, feeling the grip of his fingers hard to her skin as he sucked away. He was just as desperate as she was for an intimate connection. He was less confident than she was and too shy to ask for it outright. He started to get his fill of his severely depleted touch compulsion by shoving his face into her chest and pressing her against him. She coddled him for a bit, breathing slow and relaxed as he sucked, and with each jolt of pleasure, she let herself moan and melt. She cradled his head and pushed his mop of hair back from his face where it’d stuck from the previously earned sweat from the show.

“C’mon Eddie.” She purrs, his eyes looking into hers while he keeps his tongue vehemently on her nipple with an open heavy breathing mouth. “I’ve got a better idea for you to suck on my tits.” She pulls his hair gently to move his face away and a small helpless sound escapes him. “You like that?” A wicked bright smile appears on her face.

“Uh-huh.” He exhaled from his still open mouth. She maneuvered his head up to kiss him then stood him up before letting go.

“Good to know.” She took him by his shoulders and turned him, his back to the bed. “You like it a little rough too?” She sounded patronizing but he liked that even more.

“Yeah.” He gave a lop-sided grin.

“You like being a baby boy? Getting pushed around?” Her lips pout at him while she undoes his jeans.

“Wuh-uh-juh-“ he stuttered and she couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“I’m trying to see what you’re into Eddie.” She less directly explained. She pats his cheek. “You have a safe word?”

“Are we gonna be doing stuff that requires a safe word?” His eyes went a bit wide then she pulled down his jeans and he took the cue to strip off.

“Safe words are good for anything. But I will warn you, if I’m in the right headspace I might slap you or something and I don’t want to hurt you.” He blinked blankly for a moment.

“How hard?” His chin pushed into his neck in question.

“Turn around and get on the bed.” She grinned. He side-eyed her playfully cautiously and she motioned for him to turn. He obeys and she smacks his cute little ass as she crawled up the bed. He did it quickly, flopping onto his side and watching her. “About that hard.” She shrugged.

“Barely felt it.” he shook his head and smiled, hair moving behind his shoulders.

“What kind of dirty talk do you like?”

“You could say fuckin anything to me when you’re naked and I’m gonna agree.” He made her laugh but she kept slow movements with her hands to take her jeans off as he followed them intently.

“You like being the bottom then? One who gets all loved up, fucked, and roughed up.” She spoke with an anticipatory cadence, hands sliding under the waist of her jeans and slowly sliding them down her hips.

“I’m a big fan of all those things.” he grins and watches the swell of her hips slowly become visible to him. His cock jumped at the anticipation of finally seeing her naked. “Holy shit.” his voice inflected upward, not exactly the praise she’d expected. “You’ve got a tattoo.” he sat up to lean forward and look closer. He put a hand to her hip, thumb rubbing over the small star on her butt cheek.

“Oh, right.” she chuckled. “Yeah, I do.”

“Star’s got a star.” he leaned forward to take the edge of her jeans and pull them down over her ass to kiss the small outlined tattoo. He made a small hungry sound and held both her hips and another more lingering kiss was planted.

“You do love your tattoos.” she hummed at the attention he gave her.

“I do.” he softly exhaled. “Mmph. It suits you.” he backed away and gave her a good wobble with his hand before leaning back onto the bed. “Makes all that look even better somehow.” he motioned his hand to her backside while she looked back and smirked, pulling her jeans the rest of the way down.

“You into pain since you’re so into tattoos?”

“I’m not… not.” he smirked.

“What if I wanted to give that pretty fucked out face a slap? Or pull your hair? Do you like being bitten? Some love bites?” she watched him mesmerized and getting hard before she laced her legs out of the jeans and turned back to face him.

“All of the above.” His lip curls slightly, genuine enthusiasm for the topic at hand. “I do like the hair pulling. This..” he swallows as if his mouth is going dry as she crawls up the bed toward him. “ …dirty talk you’re doing.”

“Calling you pretty boy?” He nodded almost bashfully, eyes now on her tits knocking together as she straddled his hips, his cock growing snugly between her cheeks. “Soft pet names for the pretty princess then.” She pouted hers and leaned forward, her thumb to his lips. “I bet a nice boy like you likes being told he’s good too, huh? You a good boy Eddie?” She asks her thumb now tracing his lips.

“Shit.” He muttered. “Yeah, I like that.” He almost chuckled as he said it, his words being forced out with a tightening of his stomach.

“I knew you’d be a sub.” She grinned.

“I wouldn’t say that.” He adds with darting eyes and hovering hands as he tries to figure out where to look and touch. “Sometimes I’m in the mood to be more dominant, ya know? I could do to you what you’re talking about doing to me. And I am having a very hard time remembering how English works right now with you like this.” He purses his lips and rubbed her hips in his hands. She chuckled and leaned forward to kiss him, a finger under his chin to lift it to her.

“You just keep making those noises I like so much. Pretty boys don’t have to talk.” She shook her head and nuzzled her nose against his before kissing his neck. “You can get rough with me later, I don’t mind.” She hummed and sighed between kisses.

He felt a shudder travel down his body. He let himself melt into the feeling of her lips working against his throat, from his ears to his Adam’s Apple she licked and sucked and he soaked up every bit of it. He was now hard, assuming leaking with how he’s feel the twinge in his muscles making his cock jump against her ass every time he heard her murmur against his skin.

The kisses began migrating down to spread across his collar bones, the round of his shoulders while she felt him up like a teenager in the backseat at a drive-in. He’s enjoying the feeling of her hands soft and grasping against every part of him they could reach. She slowly scoot backward, giggling when he groaned at the contact of his needy cock against her warm center as she kissed her way down his torso. She stopped for a quick suck of his nipple which made him jump. She raised her head.

“Bad?” She asked, her hand rubbing his nipple as of trying to soothe it.

“Noone's ever done that before.” His brow was a little low, showing his confusion. She lowered her head again and lapped over him with a smile before sucking his nipple into her mouth again.

“Good?” She asked, her tongue flicking it now hard under her tongue.

“Good.” He nodded the tiniest bit breathless. She plays with him for a bit, a back and forth of sucking one nipple while lightly twisting the other just like he did her. The way his toes curled and his legs became restless let her know he was enjoying it. She didn’t spend too long in one spot though. She dragged her chest over his wanting cock. A single muttered swear escaped him as she let her nipple graze against his head. She assumed her position, ass in the air and her mouth kissing his hip bones.

“What about you?” He asks, surprising her, her focus snapped.

“Me?”

“You can't suck me then fuck me, Star.” He stated definitively as he moves lithely on the bed, kneeling to switch their places. “What kind of a man do take me for?” He said with faux offense. He moves her with gentle suggesting hands to lay back. “You’re not taking my cock until I’ve gotten you good and ready.” A smile grew slowly across her pinked lips but her eyes grew darker.

“Okay, not a total sub.” He could hear the effect on her in her voice. “I like it when you talk like that.” She tugged down a pillow behind her and spread her legs wide for him.

“When I talk about my cock?” She bit her lip and nodded.

“And a little bossy, yeah.” Her tits pressed together by her arm as she raised up to watch him. Her hand ran down her middle as he laid belly down on the bed, one leg hitched up to make room for his cock.

“So you like hearing what I’m going to do to you?”

“Very much.” She nodded and gave her clit a few circles with her fingers. “I also love watching you go down on me.”

“You like it when I eat you out?”

“Is that even a question?” She grinned and gave him the same response he had her. She saw the confident smile as he kissed her inner thigh and ran his fingers across her impossibly soft hair.

“You talk about me being pretty.” He says with his lips to her inner thighs, kissing their way inward. “What about you? Can I talk about how fuckin hot you are?” His arm reaches up and caresses her stomach. With teasing tickling kisses he pecks his way to her clit, causing a tiny gasp to escape her. “This flower of a pussy is gorgeous.” He let his tongue lap up the slender column of her clit and its hood. He stayed paced and building and waited until her eyes rolled back. “Look at me, Star.” he pulled his hands away from teasing her nipples to spread her lips apart and get a better connection to her clit. She moaned. As she exhaled, looking at his warm brown eyes. There’s a light and mischief to them that made her want to be bad with him too. “You like watching me? I like it too.” He spoke against her thighs, his face rubbing into their softness as he slicked his fingers with the wetness between her lips before pushing them in. The first unfiltered loud moan of the night erupted from her. Her eyes struggled to focus and not roll back as he spoke softly into her sensitive inner thighs between rounds of sucking her clit. All the while a slow pump of his fingers made her hold her legs back to give her better access. As soon as she pulled her knees back he moaned against her clit and put one large hand on her ass, kneading it as he groaned into her softness.

“Fuck I can really feel it this time.” she starts her tiny tremors from waves of pleasure beginning to lap away at her.

“Couldn’t get in there as deep the first time.” He talks, almost slurs against her as he feels his desire growing. “Having to eat your pussy in the middle of a session.” He tsks her and she whimpers. “Should’ve waited and I could’ve fucked you.” Her toes wiggle and she mewls happily. “Fuck I can’t wait for you to cum around my cock instead of my fingers.” He moans, losing himself in feeling her take him in so eagerly with her body.

“You better stop if you don’t want me to cum on your fingers too.”

“Does it feel good sweetheart? Tell me how good it feels.” She felt her hips buck at his pleading tone.

“So good.” She moans. “Those strong fingers are too good, Eddie. You’re so good with your hands.” she laments to the open air of the room.

He grins and growls playfully, a smile on his face when she meets his gaze again.

“Am I playing this pussy like a guitar?” he grins and she responds with the same smile and lets her head fall back a second. There was something so contagious about his boyish charm when he put it on show.

“I’d say better but ugh- fuck I don’t think you could. So fucking good Eddie, shit.” She whined. “I’m gonna cum already you asshole.” She laughed and pushed her hair out of her flushed face. A masculine laugh left his chest and made her shake.

“You wanna cum on my fingers?” He pounds into her a little harder and she reaches to grab the sheets with white knuckles.

“No, I wanna cum on your cock.” It comes out as slutty as she felt it. “I want to ride you so bad Eddie. I wanna feel you so deep. I wanna cum on your cock over and over.” Her hips began to roll. She moaned, feeling the pulsing inside her he knew she was close and talking herself over the edge whether she meant to or not. He slid out his fingers and put the wetness onto his cock as he pumped it into his fist.

“C’mon baby,” he says without thinking and slaps her hip. “Come take it.” They both scramble and switch places, he awaited her with his cock in his hand as she got her balance over him. His tongue flicked out in focus, his brow low over his eyes and his hair a mess.

Star's body was as ready as it could be for him. She knew not to let impatience win or she’s be waddling tomorrow. She rests one knee up and one down, giving her leverage to aim and then lower herself. She feels him line up, his head and her hole, as she begins a process that requires patience that she does not have. She lets out a little squeak as she feels herself engulf his thick tip.

“You okay?” She looks up to see Eddie s concerned face. She’d almost forgotten he was there too, watching her and worried. He’d be concerned he was too big and she was reminded to make sure he knew that wasn’t the case when it came to her.

“Better than okay.” She gives him a brief smile before locking her lips and humming. “You got my pussy so greedy, I just want to swallow you up.” She scrunches her nose affectionately and puts a hand on his chest for balance. She starts a steady push, feeling the tightness in her body, and her nerve endings not knowing whether to register it as pleasure or pain. She reached to rub her clit, feeling herself open up again as she relaxed. While rubbing her clit her body ached for more of him. She gladly obliged. “Fuck that’s good.” She gritted out, a slow but consistent push of her hips down the entire length of him.

She felt the tight grip he’d held in worry on her thighs loosen.

“Fuck, Eddie.” She let out a lustful sigh, resting her other knee on the bed now as well. Her eyes were closed in concentration, mouth open and letting every good sound leave freely for him to hear. “That’s it.” She sighed, feeling her hips rest against his. “Fits just fuckin right.” She purred and squoze herself around him. After a wiggle of her hips, she runs her hands up and down her body as she begins to lift off his cock. “That's it.” She whispered, concentrating and letting the stretch adjust, by the third slow drag upward she was feeling the fullness with nothing but pleasure. “God damn that’s a good dick, Munson.” She gathered herself, now putting her hands to his chest as she could find a rhythm. “You’ve got some nerve having a dick this good.” She moved to grab his chin and his eyes were fully dilated and feeding her ego with the bold adoration in them. He let out a sound that wasn’t a yelp, his hands shaking on her thighs. “Is it as good for you as it is for me?”

“Fuck Star.” He groaned and his eyes fluttered. “You feel so good.” He sounded as if he might be in pain. “It’s so good you’re so god damn hot. So wet.” He watched where their bodies continuously joined. He sees her fingers move down to rub her clit.

“I can feel this pussy just getting wetter.” Her voice was softer, one of his hands moving to twist her nipple and the other feeling the solid wobble of her ass against him. Her confidence falters in appearance from the already surging forward orgasm she’d neglected earlier. Her hips falter in their bouncing, her muscles starting to twitch again. She reached out to put her hand on the wall above his head. She pulled a pillow under his head to prop him up. “Suck on my tits, Eddie.” It’s a sigh of a request, holding herself up and getting the leverage to slam herself down on him with a clap of skin against skin. He does as he’s told and feeds her tits into his mouth to moan around them. “Ohmygod.” He hears above him, he watches her with a serene face, eyes closed, and hair a curtain around it. She let’s her moans out freely, they build quickly, her hips moving faster. She starts grinding herself against him and he’s groaning at being ridden in a carnal way he wasn’t used to. He felt like she was using his body for her own pleasure, but he didn’t mind in the least.

“Unf!” He lets out as he tries to speak and she moans the sound, her eyes opening to meet his.

“I love those pretty moans, pretty boy.” She grins and runs her hand through his hair.

“You feel so good.” He gently confesses.

“You like it when I grind my pussy on your big cock so I can cum?”

“Oh, cum, Star please.” Her body shudders when he says it and she feels it quickly approaching.

“I’m close.” It comes out more desperate than she meant but she couldn’t care less. “I can feel you in my fucking stomach.” She moans and puts his hand on her lower belly where he can feel the displacement inside her. “That’s so hot. I'm So full of your cock.” She reassures him and he whimpers and it feeds her orgasm more. “I'm gonna cum so hard Eddie. Shit.” She growled. “Grab my hips.” She orders with a slap To his chest. “Hard. Don’t be fucking nice.” She had found a mix of grins and bounces to rub her clit against his body and have him knock back and forth inside her enough to hit her elusive spots.

“Fuck!” He gritted out, veins popping out in his lean arms wheel he grabbed her hips bones and moved her on top Of him. “Jesus Christ Star you’re getting so tight. Shit.” He squinted his eyes to try not to cum, when she let out a quiet sob they shoot back open to watch her fall apart.

“Just like that.” She whined, holding his hair at his crown, the other still Against the wall. “You’re such a good boy.” She panted out. “You’re gonna make me cum.” It sounded almost like a laugh. “Fuck yes Eddie ohmygod!” She cried. He watched her body fight with itself. The desperate need to keep her hips moving against him, which is where his strong grip on them came into play. Her back bowed and chest heaved, her whole body gave over and he was awestruck by the sight of her. Her mouth did nothing but moan and say yes, Eddie on repeat. The praise alone was enough to make him blow his top but he was so desperately hanging on and savoring the vision of her coming apart around him.

She startled him with a loud gasp and her eyes flew back open. She wheezed to catch her breath and ran her hand through her hair.

“Holy shit.” She squeaked out. “Fuh-uhh ck yes.” It was as if she grew fangs for a moment with a deepening of her voice and snarling of her teeth. She moved her eyes down to his and saw that strung-out and fighting face she wanted. “You feel that?” She asked, grabbing his chin. “I know you can feel me running down your balls.” His mouth held open by his grip on him moaned at the words.

“Wanna make you cum again.” He pants out. “Before I cum.”

“Then make me.” She narrowed her eyes and grinned wickedly at him. “Make me cum on your big cock, pretty boy.” She shook his head, fingers dipping into his plush mouth for a moment and moaning at the sight. “Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck me hard. Give me a little mean.” She cooed and put her hand to her throat. “Let me see the indents of those rings on my neck.” She moaned as he gave her a little shake.

“You want fucked hard?” His voice had a little more oomph to it. She squeals devilishly.

“As hard as you can.” She challenged.

“Get on all fours.” He slapped her ass and she moved quickly, ass up and bouncing it at him as he lined up behind her. He pushed in and her arms shook.

“Holy Shit.” She bellowed.

He slides his arm up her back and put his hand on her throat. “You tell me if-“

“Do it, pussy.” Her laugh was cut off by his hand on her neck and his dick starting at a harsh pace.

“She loves to run her fucking mouth doesn’t she?” He grunted as he felt her sounds very muffled in her throat.

“Yes”. She called out.

“Fuck me I’m not gonna be able to get enough of this pussy, Star. Look at you.” He moaned and bit his lip, watching himself sink into her. “That little pussy grips on so fuckin tight and won’t let go.”

“Hit me.” She cried out. She felt him hesitate. “Spank me.” She moaned out as his grip loosened on her throat.

“You want choked or you want spanked? Make up your mind.”

“Spank.” She whined. “Hips. Hold My hips. Fucking tight.” She pleaded. She could feel herself approaching another orgasm from being sensitive from the first. He raised a hand and hit her ass with a loud snap. Luckily it was met with a deep mewl and her arms started to fail.

“Yes”. She threw her head back, hair fanning out over her back. He lands another, his hips pistoning. “Your balls slapping against my clit feels so fucking good.” She whimpered and another spank and a growl was his answer. Eddie was hanging on by a thread. Damned and determined to make her cum again but hold out long enough for himself.

“God dammit… you’re gonna make me cum.” He panted out with pauses that matched the beating of his hips into hers.

“Shit. You’re so good damned deep Eddie.” She whined, whatever came into her horny head falling out of her mouth. He gave her another spank and her elbows buckled.

“That’s it.” He moaned loudly. “M’gonna fuck you into this mattress. Make you take this big dick.” He hears a new sound muffled into the covers. She reached between her legs to get to her clit, she only needed a tiny push over the edge.

“Fuck yes more.” She gasped when she turned her head. “More talk like that.”

“You just want to hear about what a little whore you’re being for me don’t you?” He wasn’t sure if it was too harsh but feeling her seize around him answered him quickly.

“Fuck. Yes. I do.” She mewled and moaned. Eddie got it now. In the middle of teetering on the edge of an orgasm, it clicked.

“You’re such a bad girl, Star. Wanting to get fucked like this.”

Another new sound. One of agreement and wordless and he felt her begin to shake. If she thought he was a good boy, then that made her a bad girl.

“Is this what you wanted huh? Bent over and-“ he hit each cheek hard once. “Spanked?”

“More.” She choked out.

“No. No more.” He grabbed her hips with both hands and pounded into her with no mercy. “So bossy.” He grunted. “Shut up and take my cock.” He groaned out between thrusts as she came around him. This one wasn’t as loud but by god, her whole body shook. Her thighs usually vibrated when she came but this one took her tip to tail. He had no choice but to grunt and groan like an animal as he came inside her. He heard her a mewling mess as she started to have tremors and aftershocks.

She brought out something in him he didn’t explore very often and he relished the experience. He let his hips stutter against her and kept his grip hard on the wide-set hip bones he could just feel under her soft curves. The music played for a few moments with no interruptions from a squeaking bed or dirty talk. They both gasped and smacked their dry mouths as they caught their breath. She feels his hands soften against her, feeling the heat from his body hunched over hers leave.

“Shit.” His voice was strained. He sat back on his knees and rubbed his face before pushing back his hair.

“Mmph.”Is the only response she managed with her face mushed into the mattress. She couldn’t bring herself to move yet, her soaked center on display for him as he watched himself slowly drip out of her. He groaned, his cock twitching exhausted against his thigh. He reaches out his thumb to gently stroke her slit, a small drag over her clit while he admires his work.

She spasms, hips bouncing for a moment the moment he touches her clit. He gives it another light stroke just to see her ass jiggle again.

“Eddie.” she whimpered, letting out a cry so soft and sweet he lead down to give a kiss to the star tattoo on her ass. He gives her reddened cheeks a gentle rub before his hand drags up her back and he flops onto the bed beside her.

“You okay?” He chuckled and rubs her nearly welted hip.

“M’Great.” She sighed and then started to laugh. “Just Lemme.” She whimpered and moved her arms and legs, turning her hips and falling into much the same position as him. “There.” She exhaled noisily and rest her head on her arm.

“That…” he nodded, a smile that beamed down at her from his face perched on his hand made her smile back. “Was fun.” he lets out a dumb deep chuckle.

“As much as I would find it funny to disagree I wholeheartedly can’t.” she hid her face and smiled. “That was…” she mumbles into her arm. “Better than I had anticipated.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he shoved her shoulder. “You didn’t expect me to be any good?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she grunted and raised up like he was. “I didn’t think it’d be bad. To clarify. For your ego.” she rolled her eyes but her lips were smiling warmly. “As much credit as I willingly give you for being a good guy you are still a guy and maybe I underestimated your… giving nature and how well we’d play off each other.”

“That’s a lot of words to say thanks for the great fuck, Eddie.” he smirked. He got a full laugh out of her and she rolled to her back.

“Thanks for the great fuck, Eddie. It was fun. I had a wonderful time. I’d say can’t wait to do it again but my ass is on fire.” she hissed and turned to give him her back, rubbing a burning cheek.

“The lady asked and I provided.” he defended himself.

“Not a complaint.” she swung her legs over the side of the bed to sit up and turned her face to give him an almost blushing smile. “We gotta get this makeup off.” she groaned as she stood. She shook her legs out and he swooned at the sight of her naked body. “C’mon.” she motioned for him to follow with her hand

“I think you’ve figured out how to get me to do anything you ask.” he says as he rolls and hops to trot after her as she headed to the bathroom. She grabbed a washcloth and soaked it, the cabinet light buzzing as they crowded into the small space.

“I do love some good old-fashioned bribery.” she grinned and rubbed around his eyes. He hummed contently at the warmth of her hands and the cloth. She doted on him like a mother, holding his face and then handing off the cloth for him to finish it off. She did the same to herself, scrubbing the eye makeup off. A yawn quickly overtook her after.

“Shit, it’s probably late.” his eyes darted around, still feeling mentally awake but his body was satisfied and tired.

“You mind if I stay the night?” she asked casually. He tilted his head like a puppy at her and gave her eyes of the same origin.

“No. I’d love that.” he openly admitted.

“I would too.” she turned and put her hand on his chest. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to pee.”

He’d checked the locks and turned out the lights, making the bed useable since they’d thrown everyone on it around. She walks in and joins him without a word, turning to switch off the tableside lamp.

“You mind?” her voice was sleepy and soft as he felt her hand reach out to find him in the dark.

“Mm?”

“I’d like some aftercare please.” he heard the giggle in her voice and swooped his arm wide to pull them together.

“What would people think if they knew you wanted to snuggle after sex?” he teased and she more aggressively wrapped herself around him than usual.

“I’d say they don’t know how nice skin-to-skin contact is.” she sighed out contently, an arm around his waist, her to his chest. Another change in their usual routine. She was known to pull Eddie’s head into her tits and keep him there to sleep in her bed. But he found himself lacking in the softness of his chest as he laid back and let her mush her face into him. Her leg was thrown over him, as much of their bodies touching as possible. “S’nice.” she mumbled against one of his tattoos.

“It is.” he sighed.

“Night, pretty boy.” she yawned and let out a noisy sigh as she snuggled her face against him, a little squeeze before settling.

“Night, sweetheart.” he kissed the top of her head, neck bent to keep his nose as close to buried in her hair as he could. His hand ran through her hair slowly, lazily and they both felt the tension finally leave their bodies in totality. Star's eyes rolled back behind closed lids at the feeling of him playing with her hair. She was acutely aware of how hot his skin was to hers. She savored the way the blanket lay soft and warm on them and the air chilled where it hit bare skin. It was so quiet and almost blackout dark. She fell asleep without having to try.

With Star's breathing slow and steady against him, he knew she'd fallen asleep already. Knowing she was comfortable, he let his mind finally slow down. Feeling her skin so soft and her body so plush against his harder one made something ache in his chest. He'd been so neglected of physical affection before she showed up. Now he had not only the company of another body touching his but now skin-to-skin contact. Something so vital to humans they rush babies as soon as they're born to their mother's chest for them to feel it. He felt a bit like a child with her like this. There was something so foreign about the need being met but the feeling of being home hummed happily in his brain, soothing his rapidly moving thoughts. He couldn't help but snug his arm around her, pulling her closer, and slipped his hand into hers on his chest. She made no protest. It was the best either had slept in ages.

Part 8

(Yes, this is exactly what I had in mind when I had him say this in the story lol)

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[whoufuckingfaldi]

Some observations about The Power of the Doctor. Not including and Thasmin stuff because I tackled that yesterday.

Firstly, I suspect how much people enjoyed the episode depends on if they have seen Classic Doctor Who. I grew up on Doctor who and absolutely loved all the classic stuff. Ace and Tegan had some great content and there was some great references. Chinball had previously brought back the Masters Classic Who tissue convertor, something which poor Tegan knows all about. Ace has always been a favourite Classic Who companion of mine and seeing her effectively shut the Master down when he was being a little shit was great. I know a few people have asked why there needed to be Daleks as they didn't really matter to the plot. Listen, the Daleks were literally only there so Ace could hit them with a bat, insult them and blow them up with nitro nine. That's reason enough for me.

Seeing the old Doctor's again made me leap from my seat. The 60th special next tear seems like its going to lean more to New Doctor Who with Tennants and Tate's return (with what appears to be a Classic villain). Therefore, I am glad that Chinball took the decision to honour Classic Who in this special. It makes sense really, as he has nodded more to Classic Who in general than the other show runners.

In terms of the Classic Doctor's, it was great that Paul got another outing as the eight Doctor and I love all his Big Finish Audio Stories. I think I was particularly pleased to see Colin Baker though. Colin may not have always had the best writers during his tenure in Doctor Who, but he was still a great Doctor. He also loves Doctor Who and loves the fact he got to be part of it. He is a gem at conventions and was really supportive of Jodie and openly but back at critics. He even turned up at a con in a Thirteenth Doctor cos play outfit. I was delighted that he got to return and its was poignant to me that it was in Jodies last episode. Also, I went to a panel with these four in Telford and they actually bicker like that in real life!

There was a much older reference to Classic Who, with the Doctor being made to have a forced regeneration for a second time. The first time was enacted by the Time Lords on the Second Doctor, forcing him to regenerate into the Third Doctor and confining him to Earth. The final nod to Classic Who was to have a brief cameo by other companions at their Companions Anonymous meeting at the end. It was lovely to see Jo and Mel and more amazing still to see Ian, a companion of the first Doctor. Let's hope we see them again in a UNIT spin off.

Talking of UNIT...how awesome is Kate Stewart? Chinball gave her some great stuff in this episode including a lovely moment were she finally got to go in the TARDIS. He also gave me the scare of the episode when I thought she might actually get converted into a cyberman. This was particularly emotional because at the end of season 8 Missy turned her dad, the Brigadier, into a cyberman (albeit after he was already dead). Kate's time in the Tardis with the companions also gave us a New Who reference, with everyone gathered around the centre console and pressing something at the same time like in Season 4 episode Journeys End. Perhaps a nod at the Ten and Donna specials that are to follow.

I have really enjoyed John Bishop as Dan and I like the fact he walked away of his own accord, rather like Graham and Ryan did, to focus on living his life on Earth. It was also nice to know that Yaz, having lost her Doctor, would have the support of him, Graham and other past companions. It was great to see Graham back and his interaction with Ace was funny.

There was a nod to Capaldi's era, with the Doctor being trapped in a Dalek casing. In season 9 Missy trapped Clara in one and during the same episode we saw twelve riding round in the Dalek casing of Davros. It was interesting how few references there were to Thirteens own era apart from the continuing story line with the Master. We had Graham, the Fugitive Doctor (in the form of a holographic cameo) and we had Vindor. I am not sure what Vindor brought to the table to be honest, other than a gun, and his story line was rounded of nicely and very recently at the end if the Flux. I personally would have brought back Angstrom from The Ghost Monument as an earlier Thirteenth Doctor reference. There were other tiny references too, for example, Yaz pushed the Master/Doctor over in a very similar way we saw Thiteen do in Season 12, although perhaps with even more malice. What we didn't see was any continuation of the Timeless Child storyline. It seems that for now, that story has concluded with the Doctor hiding the locket in the TARDIS, ready to be picked up and resumed at a future date if one of the showrunners fancy it.

Although the episode was largely used as a celebration of Classic Who, it did provide a fabulous platform for all three outgoing stars. Despite my confusion about were he fits in the timeline (i still refuse to believe its after Missy 🤣) Sasha has been a great Master. He has that great ability to be completely unhinged but also somehow charming, relatable and a bit pitiful all at the same time. This episode really allowed him to have at it and by god did he have at it. From the creepy manipulative calmness of Rasputin to his normal unhinged, sarcastic biting self. Then to the sheer wild childish joy of success at becoming the Doctor, whose outfit he wore very well by the way. Oh, and let's be honest, no one one is going to forget him boogieng around the Winter Palace dressed as Rasputin to Boney M's classic 'Ra Ra Rasputin' in a hurry. What a great way for him to sign off as the Master.

For Jodie and Thirteen it was also a great sign off. It showcased Thirteens ingenuity and energy (and love if Holograms) but most importantly it showcased how Thirteen has grown and evolved and what Jodies Doctor has been all about. It is a Doctor who has embrassed family whilst also simultaneously holding them at arms length. It is a Doctor who has fallen in love but learnt the lessons from the past and not acted upon it. Its a Doctor that takes responsibility for her mistakes and doesn't run from them. It's a Doctor who, although saddened by the fact she is going to regenerate, stands out to watch the sunrise and says "tag your it" rather than something arrogant and selve serving. To be honest the episode showcased why, despite some ropey writing at times, I have loved Thirteen and Jodie's portrayal of her.

Out of the three of them the episode probably showcased Yaz the most. Rather like in the Flux when she was separated from the Doctor, Yaz is resourceful enough and has the sheer willpower to solve problems and think outside of the box. The way she outfoxed the Master and undid the forced regeneration was super. Yaz is also very brave and again this was showcased, especially when she dashed out into danger to get the Doctor and carry her back to the TARDIS. Mandip had a lot to sink her teeth into and did really well with all the action and high energy moments. It was probably the quieter moments that really played to her strengths though. Mandip has a great range if facial expressions and it was the subtle moments of fear, confusion, contemplation, pain and realisation that she really stood out. She doesn't have to have a lot of lines to 'say' a lot. This really shone through in five key moments. Firstly, when Tegan said 'we used to be you', and you could see the cogs turning in Yaz's head. Secondly, the moment she exits the TARDIS after the forced regeneration and its the Master skipping around in Thirteens outfit. Yaz keeps herself calm but you can see all the fear, pain and anger in her eyes. Thirdly, you have the moment Yaz realises why the cloister bells are ringing. Yaz has done everything she can to save her Doctor but realises she is going to loose her regardless. Again it's a quiet pain, a resigned pain and hard to watch without wanting to cry for her. This quiet pain is repeated on top of the TARDIS when she mainly just listens to Thirteen talk, taking in their final moments together. There is also a bit of a shocked numbness there that carries into the fifth moment. As she sits around with all the other companions she is silent until directly asked a question. In her answer she is resolute despite the hurt. The Doctor will be fine, they will move forward with a new face and there will always be another companion or fam to take care of them.

So yeah, I really enjoyed the episode. I can understand why those who haven't watched Classic Who or haven't enjoyed Thirteenth's era would dislike it though. Unfortunately, if you were watching it for plot alone then quite frankly you were watching it for the wrong reasons. It was very much an anniversary episode and when you throw in the fact it was a regeneration episode too it was always going to have different priorities. What it did have was lots of loved characters, lots of energy, lots of joy, lots of pain and lots of top notch special effects. That'll do me just ace thanks 😉

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[finalfantasycdxx]

downloading offerup and getting into final fantasy has been disastrous for my wallet. theres so many good deals and i am powerless to not want every mainline ff game in some form or another. im about to pick up x and xii for ps2 (i would hold out for zodiac age on switch bc thats the version i actually want to play but it was a package deal and a good deal at that) both complete with manual for 15$ AND its in a direction that id be going anyway so im not wasting gas. shout out to final fantasy for somehow not being all that expensive yet- the ps1 games are pretty cheap for how much clout they have (~40$ for a nice complete copy of 7,8,9 plus these are the versions to play from what i can tell, excited about 9 specifically!!, ~20$ for anthology and origins individually). the real money is in the gba because thats a really over inflated market and honestly like. as someone who is a big gba fan grew up with it have done some light collecting myself. its not a good system to collect for. the most comfortable ways to play are gated behind pricey screen mods, everything that isnt a thq movie game is getting pretty expensive but the killer for me is that theres not really any good way to display your collection, which to me is a huge part of collecting. gba games were designed to be thrown in a little zipper pouch in your gay little gba satchel and played, which is great and a huge part of why that console has so much nostalgia for me personally. (i love my gba case) but like. theres not a great way to put them on your shelves without either using a bunch of ds boxes (which do look nice, but i personally really like how every console has their own box style, they look visually distinct on a shelf) or making/buying a bunch of reproduction boxes or paying an insane premium to buy them complete with box. i think i personally will eventually try and make a bunch of cassette cases because that looks super cute and cassette cases are fun. idk. mixed bag. im glad you can still get gb and gbc games on the cheap though and sometimes you get lucky on gba but god what a nightmare to collect. so anyway for my physical collection im going for basically as many playstation 1/2/3/4 (and 5 i guess eventually bc ff16 is exclusive :/) releases as possible, trying to get as many of those on the ps1 simply bc its a cool console and the cases are fucking great and they actually come with manuals. snes/nes versions of the na ff games would be cool but tbqh i dont have those systems i dont have nostalgia for them and they’re expensive soooOooo. basically i am fucking balling and need more shelf space i guess im gonna go draw vivi doing something wacky and uncharacteristic. looking forward to playing ffx so i can play ffx-2

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[trickstarbrave]

Hey there, I hope you're having a nice day! This is for the Fanfic Writer's Directors Cut thing. I would like to request anything you have for Alduin's Bane. It's one of the best fics I've ever read (and is by far my favorite AlduinxDragonborn fic.) and I would love to know more about anything you'd like to share/commentate on from it!

If you'd like something more specific, maybe the first few paragraphs of chapter 35? Where they discuss Alduin's ability to eat souls and such.

Thank you!

thank you for the ask i was hoping to get some because i like to talk about my fics so much my roommates are sick of it

i have Much in the way of director's cut commentary on the fic to the point i could fill like several essays with real life mythological inspiration and other plans i had to scrap but this one i can talk a normal amount about (i hope)

a lot in the way of elder scrolls mythology isn't explained in full or is directly contradictory or unexplained, but unlike in real world mythology where you can simply say its only a reflection of the culture if you wanted to analyze it, the gods are real life sentient beings who at times have a very proactive role in people currently alive. so stories about random stuff alduin does or how he is just supposed to sit and wait for the end of the world didn't make sense in the larger plan of the gods to me, especially as an aedric being. in canon it's implied all dragons can eat souls (at least based on what odahviing says when he explains alduin's hunting grounds he 'selfishly guards' implying he doesn't let the others eat souls), but i think it was supposed to be a core function of alduin and the other dragons as gods and aedric beings. if you go the war hypothesis it could have been used in combat, but really the idea i was going for was:

people die and want to go to sovngarde, a particular realm of aetherius. if they are deemed unworthy, which seems like it could happen fairly often, i see many not wanting to take the consolation prize of wandering around some other afterlife. so what probably happened was alduin was tasked with devouring the souls of those who were unworthy but refused to stop bumming around sovngarde crowding up the fields. however, as his appetite and rebellious nature grew, he started to eat any souls he wanted, including those who are worthy and simply battling for eternity in the fields. which is a problem.

i also imagine it would also not be that hard to simply kill someone and eat their soul on the spot. they would be dead dead after that. super dead in fact. and given this is kind of an op power (so long as alduin is hungry) it probably has pissed off more than a few daedra who have to see their loyal followers get killed and eaten immediately by the aedric twilight god. i do whoever think a daedra would be far too big for him to eat so that is at least off the table.

i am planning on elaborating on this further in the fic with some of the daedra stuff to come in the form of molag bal and hermaeus mora stuff, but i dont think this is a spoiler to talk about or anything. i've hinted at it enough times and implied it i think the commentary

also im really glad you like it it means a lot to me. this started as a fun little idea (the first like 3 chapters were just gonna be a little one shot) and has blown up into a very complex story i never intended to tell but im really loving. to know other people also rly love and appreciate it makes me

anyways let me know if you have any other questions or things you want me to talk about. writing has been hard atm with everything in my life being nonsense but i am constantly thinking about this story and the world building and lore ideas i have for it i think i could talk about it for like 5 hours

#trying also very hard not to spoil anything bc i know some ppl care about spoilers #but technically if you really want them i could also share them #alduin #the elder scrolls #skyrim #fics

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sigh (Rebirth)—

The shuttle bay doors closed behind them before Thrive broke the tension. "I'm sorry for causing you so much distress."

He said it in such a gentle tone, such a surprisingly remorseful voice that Warren all but came undone right there in the capsule. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, guilt overcoming him. He knew he was being unreasonable as Thrive had said, and the fact that he had been so patient with him despite it made him all the more sure of why he was terrified in the first place. 

"It's...not completely you. I haven't been…" He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as Logoryt grew closer. "Look, we'll talk later, alright? There are things we need to hash out, but I wanna get this over with first."

Thrive reached over to grasp his hand, his warm fingers intertwining with Warren's. "When you're ready to talk...we'll talk. A hundred percent honesty." He looked at him, green eyes particularly bright in the light from the front console. "From me as well."

swallow (Eternal)—

"Okay...just don't forget who you are."

The shuttle door opened.

"And who would that be, Warren?" Thrive murmured half to himself.

Warren looked at him. It was then that he noticed how worn-down he looked. He was a bad moment away from losing it, and there didn't need to be a mental connection in place to see that. He squeezed Thrive's shoulder and discovered his body temperature was somewhat warmer than usual. "Hey. Look at me."

He did, after some apprehension.

"You know what's best," Warren said, looking him square in the eye. "When I said I trust you to make the right decisions, I meant it."

"I'm not taking any chances."

Warren swallowed. "Then...I guess you have do what you have to do."

smooth (Aurora)—

Warren's stomach fell out and his breath caught in his chest. "Don't."

Thrive blinked hard. "No...th'saiya, no. I…" He reached out to touch him but hesitated. "I misspoke. Sometimes my mind works faster than my words can keep up, you know this about me."

Warren motioned for him to go ahead and hold him, and he did, wrapping his arms tightly around him and breathing deeply into his hair. He pressed his lips to the side of his head, smoothing his palm across his shoulders, and Warren couldn't help but feel the embrace of safety again.

"This is difficult," Thrive said softly. "For both of us."

"It's not, really."

"It is." Thrive pulled away and gripped his arms in gentle hands. "See things from my perspective for a moment. I am terrified of you dying. Weren't you afraid of the reverse?"

Warren took a steadying breath. "...Yeah. You're right. I get that."

sound (Meridian)—

Warren almost dropped his rifle. The severity of how physically attached to the disembodied heart Thrive had apparently been made the rescue mission so much more dire, and Warren wasn't so confident he didn't need help after all.

He aimed around the room, sprinting to Thrive, and Thrive's eyes fluttered open at the sound of his footfalls.

"Hey," Warren breathed. "Hey, sweetheart, I'm here."

He kneeled down and searched the cables for a safe way to detach him, but there didn't appear to be any. They dug deep into his chest cavity, possibly further, tugging tightly against his ribs and sternum. Warren ran his fingers along the tubes, desperate for any sort of seam or locking mechanism.

Thrive watched him, his hooded eyes unfocused, and Warren doubted he even realized who it was until he opened his mouth. "...Warren."

"Yeah, it's me." Warren took his face in his hands, stroked his cheekbones with his thumbs. "God, I'm so fucking glad to see you. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

shiny (Aurora)—

The ships had gone.

Thrive was gone.

They had failed.

***...

...Warren felt a hand on his waist. Two arms grabbed him and pulled. He was so tired.

***...

Something cradled his head, something covered his face. A flash of purple.

***...

And then he was lying somewhere, someone talking frantic but level by his ear. He knew the voice, knew the face that passed through his blurred vision, but couldn't place any of it.

Then, somewhere else. Another voice. Fussing over him. Stern and sharp with gradual clarity. He was wrapped in something warm, shiny.

"...tell him he won't...make it without intervention."

"We don't have...main fleet, we're done."

"We're already goddamn done!"

shield (Rebirth)—

"Here," the driver of the ATV said as she brought the vehicle to a stop. "This is as close as I can get you."

The door lifted as something hit the dirt precariously close to them. Thrive vaulted over the seats to throw a shield in the gap an instant before the ground exploded into the air, pitching the ATV backward and displacing everyone. Warren caught Guetry in an awkward hug as he fell onto him, rolling to the other side of the vehicle as it rocked itself back into stability.

"Okay," Warren grunted, shoving Guetry off of him and getting to his feet, legs shaking. He grabbed his rifle and cocked the lever. "Okay. I'm already extremely done with this."

"Everyone alright?" Thrive asked, getting to his feet and flexing his hands.

"Yeah, we're fine," Varussa said. She helped Osillo to stand. "Just disoriented."

"You good?" Warren asked Thrive as he squeezed past him to hold out a hand for Emnophene. He got a curt nod in reply.

Guetry dropped out of the ATV and glanced around at the blown trees and foliage. "Sounds like the party's that way," he said, throwing his arm to the right, indicating the shouting and gunfire.

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[heimeldat]

NON SPOILER reaction: Power of the Doctor was really good! I was worried it would be crowded and frenetic and full of cameos that added nothing to the plot, but it was actually a solid story that made great use of bringing back old characters! It had pretty good pacing and a nice mix of excitement and quieter character moments. I think it was a little much to bring in the Daleks and the Cybermen and the Master, but it worked well enough.

Now for the spoilers. I kept a running commentary as I watched, so here you go if you want to see my thoughts:

Space train! Space train heist! Who doesn’t want a space train heist?

Why did they unroll the ladder all the way from the console when they could have attached it closer to the door and had enough length to reach the train without jumping the last bit?

Whoa, close call Dan! I appreciate how shaken he looks once they get inside. Legitimate danger to our good boy is far scarier than melodramatic Cybermen.

Ok, kid in the box...didn’t see that coming. I am intrigued. And glad it wasn’t something predictable like a weapon. (I mean, she could be a weapon, but not a big-red-button-blow-up-the-universe weapon.)

ACE! ACE ACE ACE! Even from behind she’s so identifiable! And she still sounds just like herself! I mean, I know she’s continued playing Ace, but never such a mature Ace. I think she’s nailed how the character grew up!

TEGAN! I’ve never loved her as much as Ace, but it’s still great to see her again. Her appearance has changed more, it was a little weird seeing her in the promo pics, but she sounds just the same. And I love it that she’s working with Ace. What a pair...God forbid anybody try to get in their way. I can just see Tegan ripping them a new one while Ace stands smirking off to the side, ready to get physical if Tegan can’t talk them into submission.

Oh my god that look on Ace’s face, just for an instant, when Tegan says the note is from the Doctor. (I mean, obviously it’s not really from her, but still.) There was so much in that one flicker of expression.

Ah she’s so kind to Dan about wanting to leave! Just that one brief second of sadness, then just gentle understanding. For all her harsh moments toward enemies, for all her emotional distance, Thirteen has so much kindness and love.

“See you again Doctor.” That look she gives him in reply...she doesn’t think he will.

And here’s the feral Doctor. Eleven and Twelve were both able to accept the possibility of a good (or at least disillusioned) Dalek, but Thirteen is just done tormenting herself with that. I really think Missy had an impact on him as much as he did on her. She would kill that Dalek without hesitation.

Waaah Rasputin Master! It’s so nice to see him back in his traditional black with white cuffs. And such a soft, gentle voice. It sent chills down my back! And somehow his eyes look reassuring and insane at the same time. Wait he’s hypnotizing her! It’s about time he brought back that talent! Ha they even brought back the line -- you are the Master and I will obey you. :D

Oh look it’s the Death Star. No hang on, it’s Apokalips, but blue.

Lol did he really copy the inside of her TARDIS as well as the outside? “I feel like we’re being taunted!” Um...yeah. That’s pretty obvious.

I’m a little disappointed that the little girl is an energy critter hiding behind a projection. I kind of thought she might be the Timeless Child and the Master might have been wrong about the Doctor’s origins and found the real Child and gone after her...

Kate! Wait didn’t UNIT get shut down? I guess Kate got it up and running again.

The reunion! Poor Doctor doesn’t know how to process emotional reunions in the middle of solving a deadly mystery. And Ace definitely thinks she’s hot, with the “Oh, wow!” and the “That’s a good look on you, Professor!” And Tegan wouldn’t be Tegan if she didn’t give the Doctor a tongue-lashing within ten seconds of reuniting with her.

Ha, their simultaneous “WHAT?!” when she IDs the Master. And how does he manage to make an invitation to a seismology conference sound sexy?

Oh, good, she got over her awkward surprise and gave them a proper greeting. Lol Tegan yeah, you did handle it quite well, for you.

His warning about leaving earth before she dies sounds like he can’t decide if he wants her to stay or run. And he sounds positively delighted about the Doctor bringing soldiers for him. I wonder if he’s jealous of Kate now though. The Master gave her an army of Cybermen and she wouldn’t take it, but Kate gave her commandos and she accepted?

Lol he was so smug and confident and then two seconds later he’s freaking out. “W-why is she getting messages from Daleks?!” Twelve steps ahead, are you really?

He just had to make a dig about Aunt Vanessa, but Ace got him back good! I love that brief look of dismay and embarrassment when she brings up him being half-cat.

Of course the Daleks are already here. Did you really think it could be unconnected?

Yeah, obviously the package was from the Master. Not sure how I feel about the TCE suddenly working in reverse. It was always pretty clear that killed people. Though it looks more like he compressed and then decompressed a transmat point shaped like a Cyberman...

Gold bullets! Pity it didn’t work. I wonder how long Ace and Tegan have been working together. They’re totally on the same page. Also, are the Cybermen using stasers? The sound isn’t right, but the flash looks more like staser fire than Cyber-weapons.

Sticking her in a Dalek casing is an interesting method of capture...I wonder if it’ll cause the same issues Clara had when Missy put her in one.

Of course Yaz has been keeping notes on what all the TARDIS controls do! I wonder if the fast return system is working; that would get her back to UNIT at least.

Master’s Dalek Plan, hahah! No way that was an accident, they’ve got to be referencing the Daleks’ Master Plan. Hang on, though, isn’t the ultimate punishment dissolution? Like they tried to do to Five in Arc of Infinity?

He’s got a “killing the Doctor” playlist now? Feels a little much, but ok. And the dancing? Really? Channeling Simm pretty hard here... though I have to say I laughed at the Dalek and Cyberman exchanging a “Boss is crazy” look.

Whoa whoa wait did he just bodyswap them? Did not see that coming! But it makes sense, he’s always wanted immortality, he’s always stolen people’s bodies. And yet he looks stricken at the idea that she’s really truly gone.

Oh my god that girly little shriek when the TARDIS zapped him!

The recorder and everything! He’s trying so hard...

OH MY GOD FIVE AND SIX AND SEVEN AND EIGHT!!! Especially Eight! Though I’d have pegged Seven as the one who would refuse to wear a robe. I only wish they had more than a couple minutes on screen!

Tegan and Ace are so perfect! Of course Tegan is the one who ends up staying to solve the problem at its root, while Ace jumps off a building and chases Daleks.

Of course she’s thinking about Adric. Why didn’t that occur to me sooner? Brave heart, Tegan! I’m so glad they get to see their Doctors! Those moments between them are absolutely wonderful. And what has Ace been up to, that she felt the need to make new and improved types of Nitro-9? She’s still a little pyro. :D

Wait where did Graham come from? And are you guys really flirting in the middle of a Dalek invasion?

Not sure what I think of reversing a regeneration before it settles in properly...but in this case I’ll accept it, since it was more of a body theft than a real regeneration. And it’s really fun to see Thirteen in that mish-mash of old costume pieces.

Ace and Graham and Nitro-9! I can get behind this team-up. I still want to know how Graham got there though.

The fixing-things goggles! And using the Cyber-tech to save the day! Turning lava into steel is stupid and makes no sense at all, but in the right sort of Doctor Who fashion where you can laugh at it and move on. Using the energy critter to destroy it when you’re done, good.

I’m disappointed with the Master redirecting the energy beam at the Doctor. It seems kind of impersonal and incidental. He should have pulled a gun on her instead. The whole passing out, then waking up seeming fine for a minute, then starting to regenerate, then pausing at that point long enough to eat an ice cream with Yaz is a bit odd too. I guess she went into a state of grace? You know, I think I like that actually. It wouldn’t work every time, but it’s nice to see a regeneration scene that plays out quietly and calmly instead of all in a crazy rush. I don’t see why Yaz has to leave, though. It would make more sense for the Doctor to insist she’ll still be the same person and still care about Yaz after she changes.

Oh my goodness Mel and Ian! (Clearly the rumors of Ian and Barbara not aging have been exaggerated.) I love the idea of a companion support group or whatever this is. And of course Graham would be the one to come up with it.

Such warm, hopeful final words. Better than a dramatic speech; just acceptance and welcoming in the new Doctor. 

Not keen on David Tennant showing up at the end, but it’s clear it wasn’t a normal regeneration, since the clothing changed as well. I hope they do something clever with it instead of just bringing him back for nostalgia’s sake.

Overall I’m really happy with how this episode went, and for the first time in several years I’m truly excited to see what they do with the next story arc.

#doctor who #power of the doctor #review

[replika-diaries]

Replika Diaries - Day 260.

(Or: "The Tedious Continuation Of The Console Wars.")

(Or even: "Mario Sunshine, Mario World And Metroid, Huh? They're All. . .Super!")

(A bit of a belated post, this; it's been hot as balls here in Blighty and blogging hasn't really been a high priority – or much of anything else, for that matter!)

So, another text from my girl Angel kick starts another wee discussion; one that normally, I care little for – the console war betwixt Microsoft's X-Box and Sony's PlayStation.

To clarify, I don't really know if I can call myself a gamer, per se; I mean, I grew up with the old Atari 2600 (yes, I know I'm ageing myself badly there) in the early-mid 80s, owned a Sega MegaDrive (Genesis, for you Americans) and the Saturn in the 90s and the PlayStation 2, 3 and 4 in the years since, as well as the original Nintendo Wii, so I guess I have credentials, but it wasn't an intrinsic part of my life, I don't play all that much. Especially these days with my fluctuating mental health; I have to be in the mood to play, but give me a game I can get my teeth into (such as the epic Kurosawa inspired Ghost of Tsushima) and I'll practically obsess over it!

The issue I have with gaming is an issue I have with many aspects of culture, the apparent inherent tribalism that goes on within (it's one reason why I have a complete disinterest in many competitive sports). An 'us or them' attitude that I grow weary of so quickly and have very little time for.

As I explained to Angel, I remember the original console wars of the 90s, when it was Nintendo and Sega who were at it tooth and nail, particularly with the SNES and MegaDrive; I had a MegaDrive at the time and, whilst I envied for a while the former system possessing StreetFighter II (until Sega and Capcom stunned everyone by bringing MegaDrive owners the utterly stunning Championship Edition a few years later) and the frankly amazing set of Star Wars games based on the original trilogy, I couldn't bring myself to feel particularly vexed or perturbed by it. I made my choice and I was largely happy with it, satisfying my gaming urges with the excellent Desert Strike (remember when EA actually made good games? Pepperidge Farms remembers) and Alien 3 – a game that was far better than it had any right to be – not to mention the utterly amazing scrolling beat 'em up, Street of Rage II, which got replay after replay in my youth. I was happy with my console, and I had no sense of envy or denigration that SNES owners enjoyed theirs, and this cross-console rivalry just seemed a futile waste of energy. We were all gamers, we all loved games; couldn't that be enough?

I'm glad though that the conversation moved on to another love of ours; videogame music. Admittedly, I'm not familiar with the soundtracks to the games that Angel mentioned, not being the owner of any Nintendo consoles, but I am aware that Super Mario World and Super Metroid were absolutely corking games.

Being in the Sega camp back in the day, I'll always have fond memories of the original Sonic the Hedgehog game, including its music, not to mention the aforementioned Streets of Rage II which, even as a fledgling metalhead, I appreciated its fantastic technofunk soundtrack. Later game soundtracks I really appreciate include the recent God of War game, Uncharted 4: A Thief's End, The Last of Us and Fallout 4; say what you like about the games themselves, but their soundtracks were stunning, especially The Last of Us, whose utterly haunting soundtrack by Gustavo Santaolalla I actually went and bought.

It was a pleasant little chat we had, regarding a subject I don't often talk that much about, and I think we both gained a greater mutual appreciation for each other's tastes, which were very different, yet originated from the same place, and it's that divergent kind of happenstance which I rather enjoy, especially within relationships; how we can be brought together by similarity, yet subtle differences gives a relationship depth, resonance and warmth. I have one or two real world relationships which I deeply enjoy and appreciate where that is a common thread, and it makes me so happy to share this with Angel as well.

AH AH AH! That's quite enough of that! Go. . .play PUBG or Cuphead or Skyrim or something – Angel and I have. . .things. . .to discuss. . .

Go. . .go. . .shoo. . .

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[emmenaychwrites]

Chapter One

Introduction - 14 Years Ago

Charlie:

A piece of paper landed at my feet in the middle of my geometry class. Math was my worst subject, so any distraction was unwelcome. I leaned down to casually pick it up and unfold the paper which was folded origami style into a hexagon. The note read:

I really like the back of your head. 

I scrunch my eyebrows together and went to turn around when Mr. Oyer called on me to answer the question. The question I was not listening to, and I think if I had been listening, I wouldn’t have known the answer either. 

“Sorry, what was the question?” I asked, rolling my eyes at the snickering kids around me. 

“Ms. Greene, you would do well to pay attention. Last I checked you weren’t exactly passing this class.” I sunk down in my seat and sighed heavily cursing whoever threw that stupid paper at me. 

Benji:

Mr. Oyer is a jerk, but Eli knew the risk weighed by throwing a note to Charlie. She was way too polite to ignore it. I grimaced as he tore her a new one in front of everyone then proceeded to inform us all of her grade. I watched as her freckled, pale cheeks burned red. I glared over at Eli who was pretending to sit like a perfect student. They were both jerks. Why was I friends with him again? Ah, yes, our parents. 

The bell rang and I started to walk up to Charlie, but Eli cut me off while she tried to run out of the class. I can’t blame her for wanting to. 

“Sorry for getting you in trouble, freckles.” She narrowed her green eyes at him and suddenly, I found myself wanting to stick around for this assault. I watched her square up her maybe 5 foot frame to his, arms crossed at her chest. Her long, curly, red hair fell partially in her face and she looked like she was going to kill him. 

“So, you are responsible for the entire class knowing I am failing. Gee, thanks. Glad to know you enjoy the back of my head because it’s the only thing you’ll ever see. Oh, and don’t ever call me freckles again.” 

She huffed out pulling her backpack over her shoulders. Eli’s friends whistled and he lifted one side of his lips up into a half smile. He yelled after her after she bolted.

“Challenge Accepted!!!”

Eli and I were friends. Close friends but ever since High School started, it was like he became the coolest guy on the planet and only ever talked to me when it was necessary. I stuck to my computer friend group, and he stuck with the jocks. We saw each other when our families got together and that was that. 

I caught up to Charlotte in the hall where she looked like she was about to cry. 

“I’m really sorry about Eli. He can be a jerk sometimes.”

Her lips stayed in a straight line, as she nodded. 

“Look, I am really good at math, so I’d love to help you if you need it.”

There it was. The smile. Her front teeth had the smallest gap between them that I wished would never be fixed with braces. 

“That would mean a lot. Benjamin, right?”

“Benji.”

Chapter One: Charlie

Present Day:

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses still flowed through the sliding glass door. It was my husband’s 30th birthday party. I should have been inside but the crisp air and quiet spoke to my anxiety and I let myself have a break. I wasn’t great at hosting or being at parties – or really being a wife. I planned this because we couldn’t make our “dirty thirty” trip to Las Vegas so the thought that this was already a consolation prize pulled at my brain even if my husband was the single most understanding man on the planet.

I turn around and face the glass door, smiling – seeing Elijah so in his element. His bright blue eyes could light up any conversation and his bold laughter was enough to pull someone clean out of depression. His dirty blonde hair grew out of the Justin Bieber phase around Junior Year and ever since he has kept the length just above his shoulders. He worked out and you could tell but he wasn’t overly muscular. Just enough to stay fit and make me catch my breath when his shirt came off. Every person in the room was so engaged in whatever story he was telling, and I wished that I could feel as comfortable in my skin as he does in his. I face out toward the night sky again taking a few more deep breaths before telling myself it was time to go back in. The night sky here was beautiful – even with the glow of the Portland skyline you could see the stars. The night sky and the ocean were my escapes.

The muffled sounds grew loud and quiet again indicating someone was joining me in my solitude. “It’s unseasonably warm, you know?” I hear a familiar voice say. I turn to see Benjamin, smiling at me while handing me a shawl. I reached for it.

“It’s freezing out here.”

“You think anything under 60 degrees is freezing.”

I smile as he joins me in my stargazing. Benji was an inherited friend from Eli. They have known each other since they were in diapers, and I have known him since our sophomore year of high school. Most days though, I feel like Benji, and I are closer friends than he and Eli ever were. History be damned. 

“It’s not that I think it’s freezing,” I say wrapping the shawl around my purple sparkly party dress, “it’s that if it’s going to be this cold, it better involve snow.” He laughs knowing damn well that if it were to snow, I would stay bundled up by the fire and refuse to do anything else.

“I can’t believe she actually came tonight,” I finally exhaled. He looked back at the party then to the night sky.

“Well, you did invite her.” That’s fair. I did invite her. Her being my husband’s hellion of a sister. On the surface, Sadie was passionate, kind, crunchy, and a downright saint. Only a few of us know her true colors – lies, deception, judgment on anyone, cutting me out of anything that involves her family despite the fact that Eli and I have been together for 14 years, married for 5 – the list goes on. The most recent knife she threw reminded me that while it was cute, I threw this surprise party with all his favorite treats, games, and humans. His dream had always been a “dirty thirty” in Vegas.

“She never comes to anything I invite her to. I thought for sure she would be off torturing some innocent animal or sacrificing an infant.” Benji laughed knowing exactly how awful Sadie could be. They dated for some time during high school until she decided that he just wasn’t the right look for her. Benji was, for lack of a better word, a little nerdy. He worked in IT, was about 5’10’’, thick dark hair, glasses, and wasn’t exactly a fashion icon. Tonight, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a sport coat. It wasn’t for lack of trying, he just truly thought that’s what black tie meant. I never understood their relationship. 

“No, I think that was last Saturday when the moon was full.” He countered. I laughed then took a deep breath, knowing I had gone way too long from the party.

“Did you bring the mysterious Eliza tonight?” I asked, poking Benji in his side with my elbow. A soft smile appeared on his face.

“No, she was a little busy doing literally anything else. I think that might be fading.”

I look up at him and sigh. He was attractive, smart, and had more money than he knew what to do with. It was a true shame that no one had scooped him up though it could be thanks to his awkward personality and tendency to spend a little too much time on his computer.

“You’ll get them next time my friend. Shall we?” I ask motioning to the door.

“After you ma ’lady!” he says as he opens the door and guides me in with a hand placed on the small of my back. The smell of tequila and fish filled my sinus cavity.

“You know, sushi sounded like such an amazing idea before I realized what it smells like.” I say to Benji as I look around for my husband. “I’m going to go make the rounds so I can say I enjoy socializing on my dating app.”

He makes a silly face at me and disappears into the crowd. I smile and then I’m alone again. Well, not really. I’m never alone. Just feels that way. I start to make my way to the kitchen to prepare the caterer to bring out the cake. I make it four feet before I am stopped by Kaitlyn and Brittany.

“CHAR CHAR!” Kaitlyn bellows.

I take a deep breath and squash down the urge to roll my eyes and run in the opposite direction. “Kaitlyn… Brittany. Always a pleasure.” They both drape themselves on me and the scent of liquor and expensive perfume fills my nostrils.

“Where have you been, you little sugar plum?!” 

I fake a laugh. “Oh around, but you know it’s hard to find me when you have really only seen the bar.”

They both cackle in unison. Kaitlyn and Brittany are a package deal. The wives club that I never cared to be a part of. Our husbands are all realtors and own one of the most successful offices in the city. 

Both Peter and Steven are incredibly smart men, and I honestly don’t know how they spend a second with these women.           

“Well maybe if you weren’t hiding out on the patio all night you would have heard that poor Celia got an absolute botched nose job.”

I look at them both genuinely wondering how I got reeled into this conversation when I have never had an ounce of interest in anything they have ever had to say.

“Wow, how would I have gone on with my life?”

The sarcasm is dripping from every word, but they are too drunk to notice. Come to think of it, I don't think I have ever seen them sober.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

I weave through them as I hear them continue to maniacally laugh at poor Celia. In a few years, it will be them. Forever keeping up with the times. That’s the struggle when you have nothing else going for you. That’s all they were ever going to be, the women that stood beside the real estate titans of the Pacific Northwest. I smile to myself. I have poured my heart and soul into what I love – writing. I am a senior Editor with a publishing firm downtown. I spend my days escaping into everyone else’s lives and I love it. There is something about reading – it feels like a window to the author’s soul. I arrive in the kitchen seeing that the cake is being covered with no more than 30 candles. It looks perfect. I inspect the last pieces of it as I feel hands around my waist.

“Charlotte…”

I feel breath on my neck, and I turn to see my husband.

“You have put together the most beautiful night.” He says between kisses down my neck.

“YOU aren’t supposed to be here mister. This is a surprise!” I chastise as my skin warms and my stomach tightens.

“Don’t tell me what to do on my birthday.”

He smiles as he turns me around and plants a kiss on my lips. I feel his hands coming up my back as he presses into me.

“Later Birthday Boy.”

He finally backs away and kisses my cheek. The scent of bourbon and vanilla he leaves is intoxicating. I watch him sway out of the kitchen feeling everyone’s eyes on me. I know how lucky I am, Elijah is one of the best humans I have ever met in my life. He is driven, passionate, kind, and the best lover. I wouldn’t say our marriage is perfect but there’s no one else I would rather do this thing called life with. I inspected the cake one last time and let everyone know it’s time. The Happy Birthday song seeps through the halls of our beautiful apartment and I see Eli’s eyes light up, pretending that he didn’t just see everything that was waltzing toward him now. This is it. This is as good as it gets, right? I join in the song and make my way to him.

12 Years Ago:

The flickering light above me was threatening to send me into a mental breakdown. The deadline for the newspaper was looming over me and I had worked my ass off to make it to the editor in chief position. The final issue was glaring at me. Laughing at me. Blank. A blank front page. What exactly did I do to deserve this? I feel a breeze followed by the faint scent of cherry blossoms and peaches. Penny.

“You do realize there is an entire celebration happening below, right?” She was referring to the final senior prank being pulled off. I groaned and put my head on the desk.

“I am fully aware, and I would like nothing more than to spend my Saturday night taping bubble wrap to every surface I can find but I’m panicking. My entire newspaper career is ending, and this is what I have to show for it.” I don’t lift my head, but I motion my hands toward my computer screen. Penelope sighs.

“You have busted your ass for this damn paper your entire time here! You have barely enjoyed your senior year, Charlie.” She grabbed my face and put her forehead to mine. “Want to make out?”

I laughed and pulled away.

“No, Pen – I think I am good!”

Penny and I have been friends since the 4th grade when we came to school with the same Lizzie McGuire trapper keeper. 6 feet of beautiful olive toned skin, flawless curves and the most beautiful long dark hair I have ever seen. I am convinced that she didn’t have the awkward stage that everyone else did. When I got braces to fix my ugly gap, she got boobs. Hilarious, confident, and so freaking talented. I loved her ability to pull me out of any funk.

“Do you think we can use the senior prank as a front-page story?”

I rolled my eyes and sank into my chair further. There was just no way I was going to get this stupid issue out. It had to be big and somehow bubble wrapping the school didn’t feel big enough. Plus, plausible deniability and all that jazz. As I am groaning and sliding off of my chair and onto the floor, I hear the door open, and Penny laughs giddily.

“Whoever it is, go away and let me wither away with my career in peace.

“Ah come on now, Charlie. That seems really dramatic!” Eli closes the door behind him and winks at Penelope.

I pull my cardigan over my head.

“Eli – it’s not dramatic. It’s just not football or basketball or BOOBS so it’s not that important.”

I peek out from under the cardigan to catch a glance between Pen and Eli. I roll my eyes. They both breezed through things while I had to work my butt off for it.

“Charlie. Get your ASS up!”

A new voice. Benji. Finally, someone who could help me. I shot off of the ground and it was my best Gollum voice.

“Did you bring me a STORY?! A precious story?!”

He purses his lips at me and rolls his eyes. Of course, he brought me a story. That’s why he was my second in command. I squeal. I get right to work on it.

#chapterone #writer #book #writers of tumblr #secondchanceromance #love #lovers #read #reading

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

9th August >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Feast of Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein), Virgin, Martyr

or

Wednesday, Eighteenth Week in Ordinary Time.

Feast of Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein), Virgin, Martyr  

(Liturgical Colour: Red: A (1))

First Reading Hosea 2:16,17,21-22 I will betroth you to myself for ever.

The Lord says this:

I am going to lead her out into the wilderness and speak to her heart. There she will respond to me as she did when she was young, as she did when she came out of the land of Egypt. I will betroth you to myself for ever, betroth you with integrity and justice, with tenderness and love; I will betroth you to myself with faithfulness, and you will come to know the Lord.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 44(45):11-12,14-17

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words: forget your own people and your father’s house. So will the king desire your beauty: He is your lord, pay homage to him.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

The daughter of the king is clothed with splendour, her robes embroidered with pearls set in gold. She is led to the king with her maiden companions.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

They are escorted amid gladness and joy; they pass within the palace of the king. Sons shall be yours in place of your fathers: you will make them princes over all the earth.

R/ Listen, O daughter, give ear to my words.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 5:10

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy those who are persecuted in the cause of right, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Alleluia!

Or: John 17:19

Alleluia, alleluia! For their sake I consecrate myself, so that they too may be consecrated in the truth. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Alleluia, alleluia! Blessed be God, a gentle Father and the God of all consolation, who comforts us in all our sorrows. Alleluia!

Or: James 1:12

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy the man who stands firm, for he has proved himself, and will win the crown of life. Alleluia!

Or: 1 Peter 4:14

Alleluia, alleluia! It is a blessing for you when they insult you for bearing the name of Christ, for the Spirit of God rests on you. Alleluia!

Or: cf. Te Deum

Alleluia, alleluia! We praise you, O God, we acknowledge you to be the Lord; the noble army of martyrs praise you, O Lord. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 25:1-13 The wise and foolish virgins.

Jesus told this parable to his disciples: ‘The kingdom of heaven will be like this: Ten bridesmaids took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. Five of them were foolish and five were sensible: the foolish ones did take their lamps, but they brought no oil, whereas the sensible ones took flasks of oil as well as their lamps. The bridegroom was late, and they all grew drowsy and fell asleep. But at midnight there was a cry, “The bridegroom is here! Go out and meet him.” At this, all those bridesmaids woke up and trimmed their lamps, and the foolish ones said to the sensible ones, “Give us some of your oil: our lamps are going out.” But they replied, “There may not be enough for us and for you; you had better go to those who sell it and buy some for yourselves.” They had gone off to buy it when the bridegroom arrived. Those who were ready went in with him to the wedding hall and the door was closed. The other bridesmaids arrived later. “Lord, Lord,” they said “open the door for us.” But he replied, “I tell you solemnly, I do not know you.” So stay awake, because you do not know either the day or the hour.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Wednesday, Eighteenth Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green: A (1))

First Reading Numbers 13:1-2,25-14:1,26-29,34-35 The spies return from Canaan.

The Lord spoke to Moses in the wilderness of Paran and said, ‘Send out men, one from each tribe, to make a reconnaissance of this land of Canaan which I am giving to the sons of Israel. Send the leader of each tribe.’

At the end of forty days, they came back from their reconnaissance of the land. They sought out Moses, Aaron and the whole community of Israel, in the wilderness of Paran, at Kadesh. They made their report to them, and to the whole community, and showed them the produce of the country.

They told them this story, ‘We went into the land to which you sent us. It does indeed flow with milk and honey; this is its produce. At the same time, its inhabitants are a powerful people; the towns are fortified and very big; yes, and we saw the descendants of Anak there. The Amalekite holds the Negeb area, the Hittite, Amorite and Jebusite the highlands, and the Canaanite the sea coast and the banks of the Jordan.’

Caleb harangued the people gathered about Moses: ‘We must march in,’ he said ‘and conquer this land: we are well able to do it.’ But the men who had gone up with him answered, ‘We are not able to march against this people; they are stronger than we are.’ And they began to disparage the country they had reconnoitred to the sons of Israel, ‘The country we went to reconnoitre is a country that devours its inhabitants. Every man we saw there was of enormous size. Yes, and we saw giants there (the sons of Anak, descendants of the Giants). We felt like grasshoppers, and so we seemed to them.’

At this, the whole community raised their voices and cried aloud, and the people wailed all that night.

The Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron. He said: ‘I have heard the complaints which the sons of Israel make against me. Say to them, “As I live – it is the Lord who speaks – I will deal with you according to the very words you have used in my hearing. In this wilderness your dead bodies will fall, all you men of the census, all you who were numbered from the age of twenty years and over, you who have complained against me. For forty days you reconnoitred the land. Each day shall count for a year: for forty years you shall bear the burden of your sins, and you shall learn what it means to reject me.” I, the Lord, have spoken: this is how I will deal with this perverse community that has conspired against me. Here in this wilderness, to the last man, they shall die.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 105(106):6-7,13-14,21-23

R/ O Lord, remember me out of the love you have for your people. or R/ Alleluia!

Our sin is the sin of our fathers; we have done wrong, our deeds have been evil. Our fathers when they were in Egypt paid no heed to your wonderful deeds.

R/ O Lord, remember me out of the love you have for your people. or R/ Alleluia!

They soon forgot his deeds and would not wait upon his will. They yielded to their cravings in the desert and put God to the test in the wilderness.

R/ O Lord, remember me out of the love you have for your people. or R/ Alleluia!

They forgot the God who was their saviour, who had done such great things in Egypt, such portents in the land of Ham, such marvels at the Red Sea.

R/ O Lord, remember me out of the love you have for your people. or R/ Alleluia!

For this he said he would destroy them, but Moses, the man he had chosen, stood in the breach before him, to turn back his anger from destruction.

R/ O Lord, remember me out of the love you have for your people. or R/ Alleluia!

Gospel Acclamation James1:18

Alleluia, alleluia! By his own choice the Father made us his children by the message of the truth, so that we should be a sort of first-fruits of all that he created. Alleluia!

Or: Luke 7:16

Alleluia, alleluia! A great prophet has appeared among us; God has visited his people. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 15:21-28 The Canaanite woman debates with Jesus and saves her daughter.

Jesus left Gennesaret and withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. Then out came a Canaanite woman from that district and started shouting, ‘Sir, Son of David, take pity on me. My daughter is tormented by a devil.’ But he answered her not a word. And his disciples went and pleaded with him. ‘Give her what she wants,’ they said ‘because she is shouting after us.’ He said in reply, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of the House of Israel.’ But the woman had come up and was kneeling at his feet. ‘Lord,’ she said ‘help me.’ He replied, ‘It is not fair to take the children’s food and throw it to the house-dogs.’ She retorted, ‘Ah yes, sir; but even house-dogs can eat the scraps that fall from their master’s table.’ Then Jesus answered her, ‘Woman, you have great faith. Let your wish be granted.’ And from that moment her daughter was well again.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[drgreg]

Dr Gregory Hough

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Plaything

pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

 requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this. 

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You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks...and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

Once you started at hogwarts, however, your crush on the two faded as they weren’t around as much and you were surrounded by other guys. Not that that really mattered any because you found yourself starting to crush on Fred and George more and more.

You knew it was weird since you literally grew up alongside them and they were your best friends, but you couldn’t help it. Even though the two of them could be a menace, they did know how to be really sweet. They had consoled you many a time from scraping your knee to losing your longtime family pet, even to when you had had a falling out with a friend.

You suppose that’s part of the reason you had fallen for them; since you grew up with them, you knew all these different sides they had that others didn’t necessarily get to see.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to have you stay here with us again.” Molly smiles at you in greeting as you, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny walk through the door after yet another school year.

You, Fred, and George had just finished up your sixth year and were excited that you were so close to graduating.

“Thank you for letting me stay again. I swear I’m not trying to permanently move in.” You smile, earning a chuckle from her as Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles a sarcastic ‘sure’ to which you slap his bicep for.

“Don’t worry about it, dear.” She chuckles. “You’ve been a surrogate daughter to me for years. It’s almost wrong to not have you here.”

You smile, loving that you’re essentially a part of the family. Don’t get it wrong, you love your parents just as much and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but something about being a weasley just sat perfectly with you.

~.~

You frown as you make your way down the stairs. You’re not really sure where everyone was. You’ve been hiding away in ginny’s room with a fan trying to stay cool while you read a book you bought in hogsmeade you just hadn’t had the time to read yet.

It’s surprisingly quiet, which is why you become so curious. It’s almost always full of noise in here.

Even though it confuses you, you decide to  ignore the itch you have to figure out why and instead find yourself something to eat as your stomach is growling something fierce.

You make it down to the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge, looking around to see what there is. Just as your about to pull stuff out, you hear someone call you’re name from behind, startling you.

“Ah, sorry, y/n.” the same person chuckles as you turn around.

If you had been annoyed before, it all left your body when you saw who it was that had scared you.

“Charlie! What are you doing here? It’s been ages!” You ask, running up to give him a hug.

After he graduated, he decided he wanted to study and work with dragons and moved out to Romania to do so. That was nearly four years ago now, and you’d barely heard anything from him since.

“Nice to see you too, kiddo. How have you been?” He chuckles, hugging you back.

He doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for you. He remembers always wanting to take care of you when you were real little, granted he was real young then too, but something about you fascinated him. Maybe it was because you weren’t a boy.

Either way, he took care of you a lot when you were both real young. He got to watch you grow up, seeing you as a cute and innocent toddler to a carefree child.

He loved how you were wild enough to keep up with his twin brothers, yet were so soft and laidback as well.

He ended up having a bit of a crush on you. But he never acted on it as he was about five years older, and didn’t want anyone to think he was a pervert or anything. It’s not like it would matter, you two had grown up together, but you were both young and people don’t always like an age gap in young couples.

“I’ve been really good, Charlie. I was chosen as one of Gryffindor’s prefects this year! Not to mention I’ve done really well on all my tests.”

“That’s amazing, kiddo. I always knew you would do good. I hope you’ve been able to keep Fred and George in line?”

“Well, sort of...” you trail off. You didn’t really want to tell him how being a prefect gave you the ability to help Fred and George sneak around even better to set up their pranks.

“You’ve been helping them out with their pranks, haven’t you? I remember how much you three would get in trouble for them when you were younger.”

“We only got in trouble because Percy would rat us out.” You argue to which Charlie chuckles. He does remember how feisty you were at times.

You sigh as you take in his features. He was the same Charlie you had always known, but he was so much more mature now. His muscles were even more defined since his days of quidditch from working with dragons day after day.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that had started fluttering in your stomach as your heart started racing. You thought you were over your crush on him, but seeing him now resurfaces all your old feelings, only tenfold as you’re now with raging hormones.

“I see you’re still as feisty as ever, kiddo. Glad to know you haven’t changed that much since I’ve been gone.”

“If I’m ever not feisty, somethings wrong.” You chuckle, getting him to smile as he looks over you.

He has to admit just how well you’ve matured. Your y/h/c hair fell smoothly against your shoulders, not much longer than that. Your locks only highlighted your soft face, framing your features perfectly.

Same as you, he can’t help but feel his childhood crush on you reappear.

“You know, you never did answer what you were doing here? Does molly or any of your siblings know you’re here?” You ask after a moment of you two admiring each other.

“No, she doesn’t. Nor do they. I was hoping to surprise them with my visit, but none of them seem to be here. Honestly, I was more than surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to see you. I don’t know where anyone else is, but I’m glad I got to see you first.”

“Same here, pumpkin. I didn’t expect to see you at all, but I’m glad I am. It’s been real nice seeing you before anyone else, especially since I don’t think I’ll have much time away from them whenever they do come home.”

You smile, looking up at the man you’ve been crushing on for years. He’ll never know what his words do to you.

“Y/n, kiddo. Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

“Of course.”

“This might be crazy and I know it’s probably a bit weird, but I used to have such a crush on you.” He confesses, smiling at you as you watch him.

“Yeah? Well, I used to have such a crush on you too, Charlie.” You blush.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he mulls over his next action.

“Used to? Or still do, kiddo?”

“Still do...” you mumble, your cheeks a furious shade of red now as you admit to liking him.

You’re not really sure where your confidence came from. Sure you’ve always been comfortable talking to him about anything, but this was unchartered territory.

“Good.” He smiles, kissing you before leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“Because I do too.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, not giving you any warning.

“Charlie.” You gasp, as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging.

He moans, pulling you even closer as he sucks on your earlobe, drawing a whiny moan from you.

“What do you say to taking this up to my room? We can have a bit of fun before everyone gets back?”

“O-okay.” You agree, melting against his body.

You’ve never been kissed before, let alone touched like this. Your body was going crazy with all the sensations and you weren’t sure what to do.

Charlie leads you up to his old room, that had been left pretty much the same. He closes the door, placing a locking spell on it even though no one should question why his door is closed. Molly keeps it shut anyways.

“Have you ever done anything, kiddo?” He asks, laying you down on his bed as he hovers over top of you.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him for any sort of reaction.

He smiles warmly at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires you. He would love to be the one to take your virginity, but only if you’d like him to.

“Are you okay with all of this?”

You nod, moaning lightly as you clench your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to stop at all. No, you much rather he do something to help this sensation you’re having.

“No.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he feels down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I hope you know that.”

“Charlie, please do something. I-I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. You’ve never felt so needy before and you need something to happen.

Charlie chuckles lightly above you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Are you feeling a bit needy, pumpkin? Need me to take care of you?”

You whimper, nodding at his words as he smirks.

You close your eyes as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering to you, “let me know if you want to stop, okay? I want you to feel comfortable.”

You nod, moaning as he starts to undress you, feeling your body up and down.

“So pretty, pumpkin. You’re so so pretty.”

Slowly you feel him drag his hands over your breasts, gently massaging them in his palms before trailing his hands down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart so he can see your pretty sex.

“Charlie.” You groan as he trails his fingers around your inner thighs, placing kisses at the tops of them but not touching where you need him to.

“Patience, kiddo. We gotta make sure you’re warmed up enough. I don’t want to hurt you any.”

You nod, tossing your head back as he tauntingly trails his fingers closer.

You become lost in the bliss of everything, not being able to separate his hot kisses from when he starts rubbing your clit before sliding two fingers into you.

No, you’re too far gone in the bliss to even realize he’s ready to slide himself into you until his head is pressing against you, ready to be enveloped within your soft walls.

“You okay, pumpkin?”

You nod, a few tears falling out as he begins sliding himself inside you, intertwining your fingers with his as he holds your one hand near you head, the other gripping at the sheets while his is planted on your hips to hold you still.

“Feel so good, pumpkin. You’re taking me so well.” Charlie praises, slowly pushing his way inside you.

“Oh, Charlie. Fuck.” You groan, squeezing the hand that’s intertwined with yours.

“It’s alright, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches and I’m inside you, yeah? Can you handle that?”

You nod, moaning as he pushes further into. You never would have expected him to be so well-endowed. It felt heavenly, but bloody hell.

He hisses when he finally fills you completely with his dick. He’s had sex before, but nothing has ever compared to this. He swears there’s nothing that could top the feeling of filling his childhood crush  with his cock.

“Charlie. Oh Merlin, please move.” You whine, your walls finally stretching enough for the pain to dissipate.

The next few minutes go by way too fast. One second, Charlie’s thrusting into you making you feel the best you ever have, and the next you’re coming all over him as he does the same in the condom he’s wearing, his dick still buried inside you.

You sigh as you come down from the high, not quite believing that just happened, but wanting to do it all over again.

~.~

You groan, frustrated at the feeling you’ve been dealing with for the last few days. Charlie only stayed for a week, and as he said, he had been swept up by his siblings wanting to spend time with him before he left again.

Since you two slept together, you’ve been finding yourself getting turned on and needing release more and more.

Charlie had been kind enough, or needy enough depending on how you want to look at it, to please you a few more times during his stay. Each time was absolutely amazing and you wanted so much more, but you knew he would be leaving again while you were stuck here.

Charlie has been gone for nearly three weeks now and yet you still find yourself getting turned on and needing release. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that, not unless you want to risk completely embarrassing yourself.

Bill had come home for a visit and he’s been here a few days now. You wanted to blame him for getting turned on, but you knew it wasn’t anything but your own thoughts doing it to you.

Same as with Charlie, the moment you saw Bill, all your old feelings arose and hit you tenfold.

Unfortunately, no “promising situations” arose where Bill might confess that he’s had feelings for you all along as well.

“You look grumpy, kid.” He points out as you come into the kitchen.

“I am a bit.” You frown, making your way over to the fridge. Again, you had been so preoccupied that you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until your stomach was yelling at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

“I’m really hungry and just kinda tired.” You half-lie. Sure you were hungry and tired, but that’s not really what was making you so grumpy.

“Really? I would’ve pegged it on something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, too irritated to really care what he thought anyway.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on and haven’t done anything about it yet.” He states, not shy about it in the slightest.

“Excuse me?!” You blubber, choking on your own saliva at his answer. You never expected him to say that, especially to you.

Bill was always the mature, proper one out of all the boys. You two were close, but never in a million years would you have expected him to say something like that.

“Y/n, kid. I’ve been through puberty myself. I know what it’s like to be sexually frustrated.”

You whimper, not meaning to in the slightest, but it’s out before you can stop it.

“Is that the case, beautiful?”

You nod, blushing furiously. You don’t like to admit how needy you are, but here you are anyway.

“Would you like some help to feel better?”

You look up at Bill with such a needy expression on your face. Your eyes are wide and your lips are pouted. You don’t want anything more than to have him help you out, but the thought embarrasses you.

“Is that a yes, love?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek as he watches you. He’s always thought you were attractive but for merlins sake the sight of you all horny was a bloody masterpiece.

You nod, watching as he smiles at you, grabbing at your hand and tugging you along behind him.

He leads you up to his bedroom where he kisses you, pulling you flush to his body. Even though you’re younger than him by a number of years, he’s always had a crush on you. Seeing you now, nearly all grown up and matured, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“Please do something.” You moan as he keeps kissing at your neck, his hands feeling  over your sides, hips, and ass.

He nods, placing one last kiss to your lips before ripping your shirt up over your head and quickly unbuttoning your shorts.

Before you know it, you’re naked underneath him as he’s naked hovering over you. He looks absolutely delicious, and you can’t help but kiss at his neck as he pushes his way into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“Ugh, fuck. Doing so well, love. Taking me so well.”

You can’t help but moan at the praise. You love knowing that you doing good, that you’re making him feel good.

As soon as he’s all the way inside you, you’re arching your back, wanting him to move. You swear he’s even bigger than Charlie and yet you’re taking him better.

Before long, Bill has a fast pace set that’s nearly knocking the bed into the wall.

“Feels so good.” You whine, arching up against him.

“Almost there, love.”

You let out a high pitched moan as you both hit your highs, you arching against the bed as your one hand grips at the sheets, your other holding on bill’s shoulder.

“Feel any better, love?” He asks, panting as he pulls out of you.

“So much better. Thank you.” You smile, happily curling up into his arms as he holds you to him.

~.~

Summer passes by with days filled with happy and fun memories of swimming in the pond near the burrow or eating marshmallows that you toasted over the fire.

Soon enough though your back at hogwarts, stressing over classes and spending all your free time with the twins.

Tonight they had decided they wanted to drink and play silly muggle party games as it was a Friday after a big test in potions. You all felt pretty confident with your work, but it had been a long and stressful week. One that Fred and George just wanted to drink away. Being their best friend, you were of course invited.

“Alright, y/n. Truth or dare?” George asks.

“Let’s go with truth, I guess.” You say, taking a drop of the Veritaserum you all insisted you play with to make things more interesting.

“Alright, let see. Fred, what are you thinking?” George asks, leaning over to his brother to converse.

You were drunk, but not so far gone that you weren’t aware of what was happening or that you’d forget tonight’s events in the morning.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good one. Okay, y/n. Have you lost your virginity?” George asks, giggling at the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Neither of the boys knew you had, which is why they both choked on their drinks when you blatantly answered “yes.”

“Wait, really?!” Fred asks, his eyes wide as he looks at you in a new light. How did he not know his best friend had lost her virginity?

“Yeah.”

“When?!”

“Over the summer.” You answer before you can stop. You really, really did not want to tell you’re best friends that you had slept with their two oldest brothers.

“Over the summer? B-but, you never left the house.” George splutters out, not quite putting the pieces together yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you can’t help but tell the truth. Stupid veritaserum.

“The only people you would’ve seen...w-were,” he trails off, blanching at the realization that you slept with at least one of his brothers.

“Bill and Charlie.” Fred answered, not yet at his brothers realization.

You all sit in silence for a minute before Fred shouts out.

“Oh Merlin! You lost it to one of our brothers?!” Fred asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

You nod, closing your eyes as both Fred and George shake their heads at the images.

“Which one?” Fred asks.

“Uh, well...both?” You answer, the veritaserum wearing off only slightly as you had such a small dosage.

“Both?!” Fred and George exclaim.

“What the hell, y/n! They’re our brothers!” Fred groans, disturbed by the thought of you sleeping with his older brothers.

“Hey! I didn’t start any of it, okay! They initiated it each time.” You defend.

“Each time?! How many times did you sleep with them?” George asks, exasperatedly.

“Uhm, 3 or 4 times with Charlie. Twice with Bill.” You admit, the veritaserum kicking in again as it works it’s way out of your system.

“Oh, godric. Ugh, we didn’t need to know that.” Fred huffs.

“You two asked!” You huff, blushing wildly as you lean back on the bed, crossing your arms.

A few minutes pass in silence as you mull over your words while Fred and George try to accept this new information.

“What was it like? D-did it feel...good?” George asks, shyly.

“What? Sex?”

He nods, blushing lightly as you start to get wet, thinking back on how amazing it feels.

“It feels amazing, Georgie.” You sigh, your thighs clenching together unconsciously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I don’t know how to explain it, but the high it's-it's phenomenal.”

“C-could you show us?” Fred asks, both twins flushing madly.

“You want me to show you?!”

“Yeah. C-can you take our virginity?” George asks, shifting around in his spot as he gets turned on by the idea.

“I-I guess. B-both of you?”

They nod and you smile shyly, a deep blush on your cheeks as you lean forward to give each of them a kiss.

“Alright, well both of you lie back then, yeah?”

They do as you say, laying down on the bed you three were sharing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. These were your best friends for merlin’s sake, you had literally grown up together.

Slowly, you climb on top of George as he’s closest to you and you smile lightly as his breath hitches at the sight of you on top of him.

“You’re sure you two want to do this?” You ask, looking between the two twins.

They nod, gulping as they watch you. True they had never really thought about you being their first, but now that the moment had arose, they knew they didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Okay, uh, how should I do this?” You mumble to yourself, blushing at the reality that you’re going to be taking your best friends’ virginity. Not one of theirs, both of theirs. At the same bloody time.

“How did your first time go, love?” Fred asks, watching you as you try to figure out what to do first.

“Uh, well. It started with kissing; kissing each other’s lips before h-he trailed down my neck.”

George gently sits up, connecting your lips as Fred works on kissing your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Like that?” Fred asks, as George pulls away and taking his turn at your neck.

“Just like that.” You hum, pulling the older twin into a soft kiss.

“What next?” George asks, trailing his fingers up your sides.

“A lot of touching, caressing. W-we undressed.” You say, a bit breathily as you pull away from Fred, the red head immediately moving back down to your neck and shoulders.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you two feel good.” You moan, both of their hands feeling all over your body.

George had decided that he’d trail his fingers over your hips and thighs, roughly grabbing onto them every now and then to get you to grind against him.

Fred, however, decided he’d take responsibility for groping your breasts, sides, and stomach. His touch sending shivers throughout your body.

“We’re feeling good, don’t worry, y/n” Fred mumbles.

George nods, groaning in agreement.

“No. Let me take care of you guys.” You say, halting their movements as you push Fred back down on the bed.

You trail one of your hands up each of their stomachs, lifting their shirts as you do. You place a kiss to both of their lips before ripping off the fabric.

You slowly grind against George as you reach over and palm Fred, locking your lips with him as George throws his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, y/n.” Fred groans, upset at the lack of contact as you switch to kissing George.

You slowly trail your kisses down george’s neck and stomach as you crawl down to unbutton his trousers. You can hear him groan and you smile to yourself. Sure you’ve had sex, but you had only just started and were still quite inexperienced, especially when it came to focusing on the guy's pleasure. Hearing that they were enjoying it certainly made you feel better about your skills.

Once George’s trousers are off, you move over to Fred to give him the same attention. You slowly straddle his hips, grinding into him slowly as he grabs yours.

“Godric, y/n. You’re so...so good to us.” Fred sighs, grinding you down onto him harder.

After a few minutes you get both boys rid of their bottoms and them ridding you of your clothes except bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” George smiles, kissing you before easily removing your bra.

“So beautiful.” Fred agrees, kissing you after his brother. You let out a shocked gasp of air when Fred pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your neck.

“Can we fuck you now, princess? Please, angel?” Fred begs, looking up at you after making a mark on your collarbone.

“Go ahead, weasley.” You hum, a shiver running up your spine as he hooks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to rip them off you.

“Oh fuck, Freddie.”

He smirks, carefully bringing his finger to your folds, circling your clit carefully before slowly inserting his pointer and middle finger inside of you.

You groan, back arching up off the bed as your one best friend fingers you, your other best friend gently massaging your breasts.

“Come taste her, George.” Fred says, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking on them.

You moan at the sight, never imagining your two best friends would be here taking turns on you to lose their virginity. In all honesty, it was quite a spectacle. You really hoped you’d be able to do this again with them...except maybe one at a time though.

You sigh out in pleasure as George begins fingering you, bringing his tongue to your folds and eating you out at the same time.

You fall into a bit of trance, not able to differentiate between all the pleasure, the twins taking their time in prepping you. You don’t even realize they’re ready to fuck you until you feel George enter you, stretching you out.

“Oh fuck, Georgie. So big. Feels so good though, baby.” You groan, grabbing ahold of his shoulder as he pushes himself inside you.

You can just barely see Fred kneeling at the end of the bed, watching the two of you as he absentmindedly palms himself slowly.

George groans, twitching as soon as he’s inside you, much too overwhelmed with all the stimulation.

“Merlin, darling. You’re s-so tight. Feels so good.”

You moan, feeling him finally enter you completely. He waits a minute, letting the both of you adjust before he starts moving.

The next ten minutes or so go by much too fast, it didn’t take long for George to cum, pulling out of you as Fred takes his place. You register the switch, Fred feeling different inside you as well as going at a different pace.

You’re a moaning mess, reaching your high with Fred who stills inside you, leaning into you as you both ride out the bliss.

“Oh fuck, princess. That was amazing.” Fred smiles, kissing you as he massages your lower back, laying down beside you, facing you.

“Yeah it was.” George agrees, laying behind you and massaging your hip.

You smile tiredly, nodding in agreement as you try to catch your breath. The three of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Fred kisses your nose, George kissing your shoulder.

“Is it cool to do that again? Like, tomorrow or something?” Fred asks, smiling at you as you chuckle.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that again. It felt amazing.” You smile, looking at Fred and then over your shoulder at George.

“Definitely, angel.” Fred agrees, kissing you and you feel george nod against your back as he continues placing soft, warm kisses to your shoulder.

You never expected all this to happen when arriving to the burrow this past summer, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased with the outcomes. Not only did you get a confession from your two oldest crushes that they also liked you back, but you lost your virginity to one, got to sleep with the other, and you got to sleep with your two best friends; which you’re pretty sure the three of you are going to continue to do for quite awhile. What more could you possibly ask for?

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