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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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Texas baby.

Angry!Boyfriend Chris x Needy Poc! Girlfriend

prompt: while Chris is filming with his brothers and Sam and Colby you send me a bunch of thirsty texts and images to distract him. Fortunately and unfortunately it works but at what cost?

Part 7

Contains: PURE FILTHY SMUT! humiliation, semi-public, balcony sex, ROUGH! CHRIS, degrading, hair pulling, dacryphilia, overstimulation, use of pet names, hair pulling, ass slapping, choking, photography, dirty talk, spanking, heavy aftercare

A/n: THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE AMAZING & TALENTED GIRL @luv4kozume I LOVE U SO MUCH MAMA ( my mother ) THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE IM SO GLAD I FOUND U AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU UR ALMOST @2k🤭🤭

Damnit Chris

Chris Matt and nick were here in Texas to film a collab w Sam and colby and he begged me to come along.

But since he left I’ve been feeling soooo horny for him, I haven’t been able to get him alone of course since he’s here for the collab and I wanted him to explore where I’m from ( surprise :) )

But it’s his fault, he’s been doing things in purpose.

The way he’d hug me from behind pressing his boner into my ass, the way he’d “accidently” grab my tit whenever I’d be out with him and his brothers since we got here.

Oh and his little flirty comments,

“Sorry sweetheart, my fault princess, you need something ma?, you look so pretty mama” all his stupid shit now has me wet and I can’t do anything for hours until he gets back

I had an idea. I was gonna make him pay

I knew how Chris felt whenever I teased him in public, which is exactly why I sent it. It would always end in really, really rough sex.

But we were in a hotel so I'm not sure how this would go but since he was filming with Sam and Colby I hope he doesn't get too upset.

Chris Pov

I was with my brothers and sam and colby as I had just seen the last of my girls texts.

My dick pressed achingly against my pants I swore I felt pre-cum in my boxers. those fucking pictures.

And it only got worse as I tried fixing myself when they weren't looking, just the though of her sitting on the hotel bed in a thong and a sheer black robe covering her made me almost nut in my pants.

I could not wait to bend her over the balcony and fuck her so good, let everyone know shes mine.

Throughout the rest of us filming, I began to get angry and even more pissed off with her sending me those.

She had me turned on, for hours, knowing I couldn't do shit about it.

I was gonna ruin that ass the second I got back. She wants to act like a slut? i'll fuck her like one.

1:27am

I was still awake, I had been laying on the bed before I heard the hotel room door open.

“Hey baby how filming.” I said turning around giving him a clear view of my plump breasts through the sheer material along with the thong hugging at my hips he tried to regain focus.

“You think that shits funny? Sending me that while im in public and making me hard hm?” He spoke in almost a growl his hand wrapping around my throat squeezing a bit and I shook my head and squeezed harder.

“N-no I-dont mphm think its funny-“ I choked out and he let out a scoff before releasing his grip.

“Outside, balcony, bend over.” Was what he instructed and I did so removing the robe walking outside as he followed me smacking my ass and I whimpered

“Faster, slut you wanna get fucked so bad I suggest you move quicker.” Chris said with a teasing tone as I scurried outside bending over and resting my arms on the rails the cool breeze hitting my nipples as they hardened.

“You know what's coming now baby?” Chris spoke in almost a baby-like voice rubbing his hands over the curves of my ass.

before I could speak he lays a harsh smack across my ass I jolt forward gripping onto the rail tightly.

“Don't make a sound yeah? Just be a good girl.” He speaks leaving a kiss on my neck before leaving another smack

“Your, smack, such, smack, a, smack, fucking, smack, slut, smack.” Chris said quickly through gritted teeth as I bit my lip from any groans or whimpers, also ignoring the way my pussy throbbed each time he smacked my ass.

“Fuck-“ he says under his breath fumbling with his pants undoing his belt letting his pants fall to the ground kicking them off before sliding down my thong letting his dick slap on my ass spreading the pre-cum a bit.

“You think you deserved to be fucked?” Think you deserve my cock hm? He said waiting for my answer as I tried to form the words he got irritated smacking my ass.

“You better answer me sweetheart, or you won't even get the tip.” Chris said in a mocking tone.

“P-please Chris- I'm sorry I-promise-“ I choke out my words falling out all over the place and he chuckles spreading my legs before forcing all of him inside me.

He normally would give me time to adjust but he was fucking pissed, he immediately began ramming into my pussy balls deep inside me, his hand grasping my shoulder making it easier to thrust.

“O-oh f-fucking shit Chris!” my jaw slack moaning his name loudly almost forgetting we were outside, but it felt so euphoric feeling him so far gone inside me.

“shit ma so fuckin tight on my dick, such a slut.” He grunted continuing to abuse my cunt letting it coat his cock easily sliding in and out, well pounding.

at the pace he was going, I could cum in probably a minute or two, and I knew chris was gonna make me his cum slut for my behaviour just a few hours ago, I was so fucked.

“shit shit- fuck!- feels so fucking good oh shitt!” I screamed biting my lip from my moans bound to has granted us a noise complaint but boy he did not like.

“Open your fucking mouth, you wanted this right? For me to fuck you like the whore you are?” He said smacking my ass again inserting his fingers into my mouth through my lips.

He continued his pace whilst I made a mess on his fingers from how hard and rough he was going I couldn't keep up as I drooled on his fingers, my ass slapping hard and quick on his pelvis allowing his cock to hit my g-spot every thrust, my stomach already gained the familiar sensation.

“Look at that, already about to cum so pathetic baby.” He chuckles removing his fingers from my mouth so he could pull my hair tightly thrusting harder making a clapping senation.

“FUCK im cumming f-fuck-“ cries of his name flew from my parted lips as my cum began dripping down his length allowing his warm thick load to shoot inside me, but he didn't even slow his pace allowing my eyes to shoot up from sensitivity.

“S-sensitive Chris!” I cried out gripping tightly on the balcony rails and feeling my legs already close in before he reached down spreading them apart leaning over to my ear.

“Nu-uh sweetheart, you wanted this remember?” He mocked leaving a lick on the sensitive spot on my neck making my breath hitch like he knew it would letting his cock ram deep inside me as our cum mixed creating a stick sound.

“such a dirty slut for me aren't you.” He sighs deeply allowing his eyes to roll back at the sight of me so fucked out on his cock.

“F-fuck yes yes- such a slut for you Chris-“ I cry out resting my head sideways on the rails and squeezing my eyes shut to let my mind drift away as it clouded it up from how he was fucking the shit out of me.

“Good girl, so fucking good f'me.” Chris's voice dropped an octave as he was so focused on fucking me till I saw stars it felt, thats when, The sticky sounding was replaced by a squelching wet sensation.

“Fuckk chris- I-“ I groaned my legs quivering as I began squirting over his cock and lower stomach, I could've sworn he would have stopped by now but he didn't

“oh god-“ I said feeling my eyes well up with tears as my legs nearly caved in at the overstimulation and he chuckle admiring how my wetness glistened in the faint light of the moon on the balcony.

“Love this fuckin pussy so much, fits so perfectly around me-“ chris moaned his brown locks sticking to his forehead as his arm wrapped around my torso to squeeze my tit making me whimper my legs began to shake a bit.

“come on ma one more, being such a good girl.” He praises his hand reaching down to rub my puffy clit chuckling at the heat of it as I squirmed tears falling down my face from the overwhelming pleasure.

Chris reached over to the hair grabbing phone putting it side ways and recording in front of me.

“Tell everyone how much a whore you were acting baby hm?” He said still thrusting deeply inside me.

“I-fuck- s-such a whore- for y-you-“ I said panting, almost like a dog my tears on my cheeks as I could hardly form a sentence.

Fucked her so good she can barley speak, fucked her dumb with my cock. He chuckled looking at the camera before setting it down as I could barley support my body weight at this point, my orgasm quickly was approaching.

“Oh fuck fuck I-its- so close-“ My toes curled into the ground allowing everything to entirely take over as I couldn't even process what was happening.

“fuck baby- cum, all over this dick.” He groans his teeth grazing over my shoulder as I shutter in his grasp.

“FUCK- C-cumming s-so fucking good-“ I squealed as I began to cream his dick for the 3rd time as he slowed his thrusts just enough so he could finish inside me again before slowly pulling out.

I try and hold my body up for a bit before chris pulls me into him, my chest heaving as my tears stained my face, our cum dripping out of my abused pussy and my body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“F-fuck Chris-“ I shake against the balcony rails barely holding myself up before Chris rubbed my shoulder placing a kiss.

“Shh I got you baby.” He whispered in a comforting voice gently picking me up bridle style allowing my head to rest on his chest as he carried me to the bathroom allowing a bath to run for me.

He got a warm cloth pushing my legs apart cleaning my inner thighs first since I'd be more sensitive in between.

“You ready? let me know if it's too much okay?” Chris kissed my forehead and I nodded as he cautiously pressed the warm cloth to my heat cleaning me up being careful to not make me wince.

My bath was ready so he held me again placing me in as i sigh leaning against the back of his as He sat behind me.

“Want me to take ur hair out mama?” or do you wanna keep it in.

“T-take it out.” I sigh tiredly and he smiles grabbing the baby scissors.

He was precise and careful taking my weeve out, I made sure to teach him how to do it so he wouldn't cut my hair and he didn't

Once taken out he undid the braids underneath it beginning to givev my scalp a small massage and I rest my head in his hands.

Your hairs gorgeous baby. He says quietly and I look at him and smile.

Eventually he got me out the bath allowing me to dry off with some support, he carried me to our bed.

“Here you go.” chris smiles handing me a pair of panties and one of his T shirts.

“I'll be right back okay?” He says and I nod as he leaves the room and I’m confused but I’m honestly too tired to even think

I put my bonnet on and wait for him

around 5 minutes later chris comes back with two cokes and a bag of takis.

“I know these are your favorite snacks so.” He shrugs handing them to me before taking off his shirt climbing into the bed with me in his grey sweats.

Thank you. I smile at him

“Of course ma, come here.” He says and I get closer to him laying my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me baby.” I say tiredly and he chuckled.

“Oh don't thank me, it’s my job sweetheart to do that and make you feel so good and plus I think we woke everyone up anyway.” He chuckles

“Oh shit- probably.” I shake my head as we both errupted into laughter.

The rest of that night ( 20 minutes )consisted of us watching TV and eating my snacks before I drifted off to sleep 20 minutes later.

“Goodnight gorgeous.”Chris mutters leaving a kiss to my clothed shoulder turning of the lights cuddling me as we fell asleep.

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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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Guardian angel pt.2? I'm already addicted to and love your stuff. Thx! :3

Guardian Angel

Part 2/3 Part 3

A/N: Can anyone guess how I’m gonna end it?

Even if Adam wanted to bring (Name) to the light, which he didn’t, the task would prove nearly impossible anyway. Because Adam was coming to learn that (Name) was quite the little sinner. In only one week, she exhibited each of the 7 Sins.

She got in a fight with her best friend and refused to apologize, even though it meant sacrificing their relationship. Pride.

She spent over a hundred dollars in one sitting online shopping for shit she didn’t need. Greed.

She spent ten minutes going through another girl’s social media page, making snide comments about her as she went. Envy.

She broke a lamp in a fit of rage over, well, Adam didn’t even know what her temper tantrum was about. Wrath.

She kicked Adam out so she could have some “Self Love Time” as she called it. Lust.

She was a glutton not of food, but of weed and alcohol, never satisifed unless she was not sober at least once during her day. Gluttony.

She would spend entire days rotting in her bed, neglecting all responsibilities. Sloth.

Long story short, Adam was pretty certain that were (Name) to die, she had herself a one way ticket down to Hell. The thought bothered Adam, and he realized that it really was up to him to make sure she got into Heaven.

“You’re sinful,” Adam blurted out one day while (Name) was listening to CPR by cupcakKe. (Name) paused the music. “It’s the song, isn’t it.”

“No… well, yes, but not just the song. I’ve seen you commit every single fucking one of the 7 Sins just this week. How do you expect to get into Heaven like that?”

“I don’t,” (Name) shrugged, going to unpause her music.

“You don’t care about going to Hell?” Adam was flabbergasted.

“Not particularly.”

“Well I’m your guardian angel, sweetie, so it’s my job to help you get into Heaven.”

“Really? Cause I don’t even know how you made it into Heaven. Their standards must be pretty low, I have a chance.”

“Oh eat shit,” Adam snapped, narrowing his eyes.

(Name) smirked.

“Have you heard of the Seven Heavenly Virtues?” Adam asked. (Name) looked bored. “I’ve heard of them… don’t know what they are.” “Well you’re going to do something that encompasses each one this week.”

And Lucifer be damned, Adam managed to get her to do something for every virtue.

She apologized to her best friend and they began to repair their relationship. Humility.

She gave a bunch of clothes she didn’t need to her younger cousin. Charity.

She left positive comments on that girl’s social media page. Kindness.

She did breathing exercises the next time she got angry instead of destroying her surroundings. Patience.

She stopped her copious amount of weed and alcohol consumption. Temperance.

She stayed on top of her responsibilities and began taking her job more seriously. Diligence.

Adam was proud of both her, and himself for getting her to do these things. Maybe she had a chance to get into Heaven yet.

“Why is it so important to you that I get into Heaven?” (Name) asked one night at dinner. Adam paused eating. “Uh, cause it’s my job, bitch.” (Name) rolled her eyes. “Yeah but you didn’t start doing your job until recently. What changed?”

“Maybe I never want to have to say goodbye.”

(Name) hadn’t been expecting such a confession. “You want me to go to Heaven… to be with you?”

Adam scowled, embarrassed. “No.”

They fell into awkward silence.

“For what it’s worth,” (Name) said. “I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you.”

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #fluff

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sicbaby · 5 months

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two words .. stalker Leon!

oh yes…. my favorite leon <3

he’s so sweet and such a gentleman on the outside. but then he meets you. you’re so pretty, a little older than him and he feels like he’ll never have a chance with you. it unlocks a dark, fucked up side of him he never thought he had.

being a cop gives him a lil bit of a power trip.. he develops a complex over it. even though he’s too shy to actually approach you, he’ll use his cop skills to get around, just to see you.

at first it’s coincidental, at least, that’s what u think. he finds out ur favorite coffee shop and meets u there every morning. police officer kennedy. he’s an attractive young man, cute and sweet and super polite.

he’ll sit in his patrol car outside of your work. waits for u to get out if it’s slow and he’ll follow close behind, memorizing your schedule.

hes satisfied with just this for a few weeks. your short interactions in the morning at the coffee shop are enough for him. until it isn’t.

it’s like there’s an itch deep inside of him that he can’t scratch, can’t get rid of. he’s had enough following you around, jerking off in his patrol car outside of your work thinking about you.

he starts breaking into your house. it’s easy. he’s a cop, and you’re just a dumb girl who lives alone and accidentally left her back window unlocked.

he’s careful, not wanting to rearrange things to the point where it’s noticeable. he steals a few of your panties, and not the clean ones in your drawer.

sometimes he’ll break in just to nap in your bed, smelling you in the sheets until he’s drifted off into a comfortable slumber. other times he’ll use your dirty panties to jerk himself off, cumming in them so he doesn’t get your bed all dirty.

like i said before, cop power trip. he suddenly has a master plan. he starts stealing small items one by one, until you finally notice. you’re on edge, thinking you’re crazy.

you come into the coffee shop one morning, constantly staring off into space until leon asks you what’s wrong.

you confide in him, too easily. but he’s a cop, isn’t he? and he’s so sweet, he’ll be sure to take you seriously and help you out. “i’m sorry to hear that, miss. but rest assured, i won’t let anyone harm you. i’ll personally look into this matter and make sure you’re safe.”

he asks to come over, see if there’s any sign of a break in. he tells you that you “shouldn’t be alone in a time like this.” he drives you over to your house in his patrol car. you’re so easy.

he takes his time with you, though. making sure to listen to your every concern, walking around the house and observing everything closely.

but inside he felt so damn powerful, having you place so much trust in him was turning him on. you had no idea.

“you know, i’ve really gone above and beyond to assist you here. it’s only fair that you show me some appreciation now.”

he walks forward, gripping your chin tightly and forcing you to look at him. “thank me.” he commands, voice low.

you mumble out a quick thank you, your heart racing in fear.

“good girl.”

“now get on your knees. show me how grateful you really are.”

he’s surprised at how quickly you comply. though that confused and worried look on your face is so cute to him.

you were trembling, hands shaking as you reach out to touch him once he gets his cock out for you. he’s painfully hard, and you wonder how long he’s been that way.

he grabs fistfuls of your hair as you suck on his cock messily. your submission and your obedience surprises yet pleases him so much.

this was his reward, his twisted satisfaction, as you fulfilled your duty to thank him for his supposed help. and as you succumbed to his control, leon knew that you were finally his. his to possess, to dominate, and to use as he pleases.

youre sucking him so good, he starts groaning a bunch of different shit. mixture of praise and degradation. he lets it slip that he’s your stalker, the one that’s been stealing your panties and other valuable items from your home, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough.

though your eyes widen, pausing your ministrations on his cock and looking up at him. tears fill your eyes.

“such a pathetic little slut. you thought you could escape me, didn’t you? but now, you’re here, on your knees, ready to serve me. and those tears? they only make me want you more.”

he relishes in his power even more, grabbing your hair roughly and forcing you to continue. your tears, those pretty little desperate sounds escaping your throat only made the experience more pleasurable for him. he wanted nothing more than to degrade you, break you until you were nothing.

he’d definitely keep you forever after that. cover up your disappearance. make you his sweet little housewife that no one knows about. his pretty little secret <3

#i wrote this in 5 mins i’m sosorry #my brain be like #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #non con #tw noncon

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Ex Bf Gojo hcs

I’ve been thinking about doing a part two to this for ages and finally decided to write it. I wrote this in my English lit lesson because it was eating me alive 😫 anyways hope you like it 😋🫶🏼

Ex Bf Gojo who finds himself at your front door again holding one of your bras and a pair of shorts that he took from his last visit. However his eager expression changes when you opened the door wearing a dress teasing to expose your breasts and your thighs on full display. ‘Satoru?’

Ex Bf Gojo who’s shocked expression turns into a smirk as he says ‘hey love where we going?’. you can only roll your eyes ‘satoru we are not going anywhere. I am going on a date’ you say walking back into your house as he close the door as he follows behind you

Ex Bf Gojo who’s in disbelief at your words he’s left speechless for once. ‘i don’t think so baby’ he says coming up behind you as you fix your lipstick in the mirror. ‘satoru don’t start with me. we’re not together you’ve had plenty of chances’ you say as his hands wrap around you

Ex Bf Gojo who makes himself at home on your couch as you make sure you have everything ‘satoru go home’ you say giving him a stern look ‘nah i’m going to stay right here until you get back just do i can hear how shit it was’ he says manspreading and turning on your TV

Ex Bf Gojo who stays true to his word and stays in the same spot as you unlock the door and walk in. you hate how he was right, the date was horrible he would only talk about himself and didn’t even pay for the meal instead asking if you could

Ex Bf Gojo who knows as soon as he sees you expression it wasn’t what you thought. ‘awe poor girl he didn’t compare to me at all huh’ he says standing up and making his way towards you. ‘hmm it’s okay though i know just how to make it all better’

Ex Bf Gojo who now has your lips attached to his in a needy kiss. your hands resting in his hair as his roam around your body ‘when will you understand huh? no on will ever compare to me sweetheart. no one’ he says his lips now kissing down your neck

Ex Bf Gojo who now has you pushed up against the door as he thrusts in behind you, the bottom of your dressed bunched up at your waist and your panties pushed to the side. ‘did he get you this wet?’ he asks knowing you were thinking of him the entire time not the dick sitting infront of you at the restaurant. ‘no satoru f-fuck only you get me this wet p-please’

Ex Bf Gojo who has his fingers deep in you curling in to hit your sweet spot. but as soon as you can feel the tightness in your stomach he stops ‘nuh uh you need to understand that your mine.’ his long fingers now rubbing circles on your clit ‘don’t worry i’ll make you cum so much all you can think of is me and then maybe you’ll understand your mine and no one will ever compare to me’

Ex Bf Gojo who teases you as he’s thrusting slow and deep into you ‘could he make you feel this good? did you get that feeling in your stomach when you look at him? the one you get when you look at me? god, i bet he didn’t even pay for the dinner’ you hated how he was right and let out a groan in response ‘oh i’m right? what a dick but don’t worry i’ve got you. gunna make you feel real good’

Ex Bf Gojo who makes sure to clean you up in the shower before laying down next to you in bed. ‘pretty girl’ you turn to face him ‘mhm’ Gojo now moves you so you sit in between his legs as he sits against the headboard of the bed. ‘maybe we should try again hm?’ he asks you send him a big smile ‘Satoru Gojo are you asking me to be your girlfriend? again?’ he lets out a chuckle before saying ‘only if you say yes’.

Masterlist

#jjk gojo #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #satoru jjk #satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #kentosbabes #ONE CHANCE

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thebestofoneshots · 5 months

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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.1 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: Turns out healing takes time This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 22: Long Long way from home

You woke up when you heard the sound of the door creaking open, James and Peter walking inside with a sigh. You nuzzled your head deeper on Sirius. But of course, there was no way you’d escape the boys teasing.

“You were supposed to take care not advantage of her!” Peter said, faking a reproachful tone.

“Yeah Pads, look at you snuggling her, poor thing, she must be so uncomfortable!” added James with a small smile.

“I’m probably the one who’s taking advantage of my situation,” you mumbled, Sirius gave you a bit of an impressed look, but neither of you pulled away from the other. “How’s Rem?”

“Better,” Peter said as he plopped down on his bed “Pomfrey managed to accommodate all of his bones, he had some Skellegro and a bunch of painkillers, but he was pretty upset.”

“He kept asking if you were okay,” James said, “We told him you were with Sirius, but he said he saw you, or, at least that he saw the vixen…”

“He did see Vixen,” Sirius responded, “that’s how I brought her into the castle.”

“We had to get some dittany to put on my wound since it wouldn’t stop bleeding so we used her as an excuse, a hurt fox is not as attention-grabbing as a bleeding student.”

“In the infirmary, she wiggled out of my arms and peaked through the curtains, that’s probably where he saw her.”

“Yeah, he did see me,” you acknowledged, and yawned. “Pomfrey was still working with his bones, he looked like he was in a lot of pain, I feel terrible,” you admitted, digging your head into Sirius’ chest, he moved his hand to your hair in response, soothingly running his fingers on your scalp.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sirus said about at the same time James did, Peter said the same thing, but started about a second later, causing a funny chorus of reassuring voices.

“In fact, what you did was insanely brave,” James added, “most people would’ve straight out attacked the wolf, I’m sure you know spells that would’ve done great damage to Moony.”

“And you used Stupify, and the Whomping Willow, to deter him instead,” Peter said, that same expression he had used when he talked about your broom tricks.

“We found your wands too,” James said, walking closer to you and letting your wand on the side table, “Remus’ was easier to find, exactly where you had left it, yours wasn’t so much. Peter had to use a locating spell.”

The boy nodded and then turned to you again, “How are you feeling, by the way?” Peter asked.

“Like shit,” you joked. “But I’m better, the shoulder wound hurts like a bitch, and I’m a little sore but I do feel a lot better than last night.”

Peter, who had spent the last bit of the night next to you, looking at the way bIood dripped from your wound and how you shivered due to the cold water, really was thankful to see you better, all warm and cosy next to Sirius, he smiled. Last night you looked worried and terrified and like you had run for your life, which you really had. Today you finally looked relaxed, the frown, even visible in Vixen, was gone, “That’s good to hear,” he said honestly.

You were about to say something else when there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” asked James.

“Lily, open up Potter!” She said.

The boy went pale, trying to think of excuses to give her. “She knows, she helped patch her up,” Sirius told him. James nodded with a sigh and walked to the door, opening it to let the redhead walk inside.

She had a lot more ingredients on her hands this time around, a bag hung across her shoulder and a small vial with a potion held in between her hands, “I’ve brought a couple of potions, Kless sent one too, when I told him you’d had a bit of a rough night trying to get the flower. I didn’t say anything in specific but he said this would help with any bruises or swelling from falling or muscle exertion.”

“Lemme help,” James said, taking in some of the ingredients Lily had on her hands, and also took the bag from her shoulder, quickly sitting it on the desk.

“Brought you clothes too,” she added, “And I told McGonagall you were feeling really bad because of your period, she gave me a note for the rest of the teachers today. I also went back to the infirmary and swiped some bandages, so we can put on your arm and before a long sleeve.”

“What about her face?” Peter asked, he had seen the bruises, there was no way you could mask those, especially since they all formed the shape of a hand.

“If the potions don’t fade them away before tomorrow, makeup,” Lily replied.

“Yeah, I was thinking of that too, and I’ll just say I accidentally bumped into an owl or something while flying.”

“Oooh, clever,” James said, you shot him a wink. Sirius wrapped the blanket around you and helped you incorporate while Lily walked closer with the potions.

“This one’s for the pain,” she said handing you a small vial, “drink half of it, the next half when it comes back.” You nodded and did as told “This is the one Kless sent,” she said handing a bottle with a dropper “He said 5 drops every hour are great for swelling and soreness… and I want to wash you up before putting on the bandages, so we should probably go back to our room soon,” she turned to the boys “James would you mind passing me the bag please?”

The boy instantly did as told “I found this plaid shirt in your trunk, you can put it on top and maybe with the invisibility cloak or… you could also turn back into a fox I suppose…”

“Into Vixen,” Peter said.

“What? I don’t care about the technical terms–” Lily asked, a little confused.

“–No. I mean the fox, her name’s Vixen now.”

You raised an eyebrow “Is it?” you asked, turning to him.

“Yeah,” James said with a nod, “you needed a name for your animagus, Vixen fits, both the fox and you, it was perfect.”

You raised an eyebrow “Should I be offended by that?” you questioned, looking at Lily who shrugged.

“It does kinda fit,” she said. “I mean you’re stubborn but alluring, and charming–“

“–Clever and cunning, too.” Peter added, “We were discussing it all through Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

“Well… I like it,” Sirius said, leaning in closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to move the bed too much since the potions were still there “My little Vixen,” he whispered in your ear. You pouted in response.

“But… Vixen?”

“You’ll come around,” Peter said with a shrug, “It’s always like that with the nicknames, trust me.”

“It’d be easier to travel to our room as a fox, wouldn’t it?” You asked.

“If turning does not make you uncomfortable, yeah…” Lily replied.

You shook your head “I missed it actually, It’d been a while since I turned into… Vixen.”

“Is that why you kept asking about the forest?” Sirius asked.

You nodded “Way before the Moonflower? Yeah,” you responded and leaned your head back onto Sirius’ shoulder, he was still hugging you, and even though it was a little painful where Barty had dug his fingers to hold you while you fought off him, Sirius’ embrace was soothing, and comforting. Sirius was soothing and comforting, and you felt bad again, knowing that Remus was completely alone at the infirmary. You turned to him “You should go see Remus.”

He frowned “But Lily still has Care of Magical Creatures, she’ll leave you alone in your room–”

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, reassuringly. “You should go see him, he’s your best friend. Heck, I want to go too but I’m aware I can’t.”

“And I’ll stay with her,” Lily added with a sure nod.

“You’ll ditch your class?” Asked James, incredulous.

“It wouldn’t be the first time, besides, I will be taking care of a Magical Creature anyway,” she said pointing at you. You gasped, and Peter snickered at her joke, “Let’s go before more people come up to the common room,” she told you.

You nodded and motioned to get up, but Sirius squeezed you just a little tighter and leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the cheek “You sure you’re okay with this, Starshine?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded, Remus was probably feeling a lot worse than you were anyway, heck, he had needed urgent medical attention and Skellegro because of you, he definitely deserved to see his friends a lot more than you did, and you knew how close he was to Sirius. “Stay with him for a while, make him laugh like you do all the time. Tell him I’m fine. That I’m not hurt. Tell him we’ll be alright,” you added in the end “Tell him I’ll go visit as soon as I don’t look like a zombie… Wait, no! Don’t say that, he’ll probably worry.”

Sirius chuckled lightly, “He would.”

“All right then, I’ll see you around I guess,” you said, before you shrunk back into Vixen. Once you had, you realised just how much better you felt already, the drastic change from the way you felt the previous night and in that moment almost shocking.

Lily approached you tentatively, as if she was scared you’d run off if she got too close. “It’s alright,” Sirius said, “just grab her like you would a cat, she’ll let you.”

Lily did as told, approaching you and gently pulling you up to her. She was so impossibly gentle that you wondered if you had been picked up by an angel instead. But then again, Lily really was like an angel. “James, do you mind crossing the bag over my shoulder?”

The boy, who had been dumbly staring at the girl, nodded, carefully slinging the bag over the redhead’s shoulder.

Then you saw a flash and turned your face towards it. Lily seemed a little bothered too, “Sorry, you combine with each other,” Sirius said, holding Remus’ polaroid between his hands. “Smile girls!” he added, before taking another picture.

Lily shook her head in disapproval “Stop annoying your girlfriend and go visit your friend instead,” she reprimanded.

“I just wanted a picture of her,” Sirius said with a pout.

“To wank off to?” Peter teased.

Lilly gasped while Sirius intervened “She’s literally a fox right now you plonker!”

“All right, we’re out.” Lily said before picking a couple of vials and placing them on the bag, “before these dumbasses start discussing the implications of being furries or something.”

James gasped, you flicked your tail and stared at Sirius, he knew what you meant, “I’ll go check on him in a minute Starshine, I’ll just change before I do.” You nodded and rested your head on Lily’s arms.

She finally took off towards your shared room. Mary and Marlene weren’t there, and she walked straight to the bathroom, gently laying you on top of the bathroom seat before turning on the tap and tempering the water. She added some of the potions she had in the bag to the water and then turned to you, you had already turned back.

“You think you can wash by yourself?” she asked.

You nodded “Thanks Lily,” you said again, she just smiled.

“If you need any help, just ask,” she told you, holding onto your hands, and helping you stand, even if you could’ve done it by yourself. “I’ll prepare some more of the dittany and silver essence paste. Make sure to be extra careful in that section, all right?”

You nodded “Yes doc,” you joked, for what she smacked you playfully.

“Go on then, you should probably lay back down for a while shortly after we’re done patching you up, especially since you can’t miss your classes tomorrow.”

You nodded and started taking off the pants Sirius had borrowed, Lily leaving the bathroom shortly after making sure you’d be able to finish stripping by yourself. You finished peeling off the rest of your clothes and slowly let yourself fall on the tub, the warmth quickly soothing your skin and muscles. Whatever Lily had put in there was definitely doing its magic, in the most literal sense. You allowed yourself to be completely engulfed by the water, holding your breath there for about a minute before bursting out again. Definitely better, you thought as you breathed in again.

You stayed there for a while, carefully rubbing your arms and legs, with the soapy water. You sighed when you spotted some of the bruises in your stomach. Pressing your finger on one of them only to wince. Even if they had only locked you up in an abandoned and haunted house, you would’ve been pissed, but what they did to you required revenge. You had held yourself back long enough, being patient and letting them taunt, ignoring them, hoping they’d get bored, for the sake of your friends, for Lily who’d made you promise not to mess with them. But not anymore, if being patient got you almost kiIIed, you’d retaliate. And boy, they would regret ever messing with you.

You weren’t sure how you’d do it, but you knew you’d make them regret it. You took a deep breath, trying to relax again, before finally standing up and wrapping yourself up in a towel, slowly patting yourself dry, but completely avoiding the open wound. Finally, you went to the mirror to wash your teeth, and you finally understood why everyone had been so worried about you. You imagined you looked beaten up, but the way Sirius had described you was probably the most accurate: “You look like you’re about to break apart.”

You stared at your broken reflection for a minute, the remnants of the previous night evidently imprinted all over your body. Even if you had managed to snatch sleep while you were with Sirius earlier, deep and rather sunken under-eye circles painted deep shadows beneath your eyes. Your usually soft lips were dry and chapped, and the section that had parted was already starting to heal, turning into a deep shade of brown. It still hurt when you stretched them.

You tilted your head backwards, moving the wet hair that clung to your neck back and traced your hand over the bruises left by Evan's thoughtless grasp. Each purple spot an echo of his strong fingers holding you still while stupid Barty mocked. Your jaw clenched, the memory alone was enough to rekindle the smouldering rage deep within you. Weak, a nagging little voice in your brain whispered, taunting you with cruel words, you were weak.

Your breath became ragged as your eyes welled up with angry tears. You contemplated punching the mirror, having it break beneath your fingers, as you shouted your rage off existence. But the mirror wasn’t at fault for the situation you had ended up in, neither had your would-be hurt hand. And whether it was due to cleverness or cowardice, you didn’t dare to do it. Especially since you knew the breaking glass would make too much noise and it would only worry Lily further, instead you gripped the sides of the sink until your knuckles turned white and you managed to calm down, taking deep breaths until your fury finally subdued.

You went through the potions on the counter, trying to see if the “radiant complexion” one you had made with the girls was still there, and thankfully it was. You smiled drily as you opened it and served some over the spoon you sometimes used to curl your lashes, taking it in one go, and wincing at the slightly bitter taste. You looked in the mirror again, the bruises were still there, but they had been significantly reduced in vibrance, if you also drank all the potions Lily had brought, they might be gone by tomorrow, the part in your lip was still there, but you weren’t hoping for it to disappear that fast either.

Your eyebags were almost completely gone, and with the magic of the bath still working all over your body you almost looked as new, the potion Lily had given you earlier effectively taking away almost all of the pain. A little bit more rest and potions and you were sure to look brand new by the next day. Well, almost, the claw marks wouldn’t heal nearly that fast, even with magical care, they were sure to stay for a while. No, it’ll stay forever, you remembered: Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar.

You stared at the claw marks on your arm, the deep gush finally turning a darker shade of red, the dittany and silver were helping it heal, so much so you could almost see the way your skin was slowly fighting to restore itself. You sighed, laughing a little as you shook your head. “It’s certainly going to be an interesting scar.”

After looking at it for just a little longer, you finished drying yourself up and put on the plaid pyjama pants Lily had left for you on top of the toilet seat. You struggled to put on a black tank top and wrapped the towel around your head.

When you walked outside, Lily was waiting for you sitting on your bed, a tray with a bunch of potions, the dittany and silver paste, and a couple of bandages placed right next to her. She smiled when she saw you walk out “You look much better.”

You smiled “I’ve got the best doc.”

Lily shook her head with a smile as she motioned for you to sit beside her, having you sit on the bed and inspecting your wound. “It really does look a lot better,” she said, sounding pleased “I’m going to put ointment again, and bandage it so you can sleep peacefully, all right?”

You nodded, and she started applying the thick creamy mixture. It was a light green and shiny metallic, you had been in so much pain earlier that you hadn’t even noticed the pretty colour it actually was, a little like Lily’s eyes.

She was just as kind and careful when she applied it as she’d been when she did it the first time around. And when she was done, she carefully wrapped your arm with the bandage.

“Thanks, Lily,” you said, for like the fifth time that day, but you didn’t know what else to say. How do you express how much gratitude you felt towards her if not by saying it over and over and over again?

“You’re welcome luv,” she said with a smile “It really is nothing, now, this is the medicine that you’re going to–“

“–I’m a quarter fairy,” you said all of a sudden.

“What?” she asked, a little confused.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m a quarter fairy, from my mother’s side.”

“And you’re telling me be–“

“–cause I trust you. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone like you as a friend, you’re incredible and I… I wanted to be honest with you...”

She quickly understood what you were saying, feeling both compelled and admired by the amount of trust you had given her, which is why she too said something she never expected to say out loud “–I think I’m in love with James Potter.”

And that, ladies gentlemen, felt like a cold bucket of water thrown right at your face with absolutely no warning. You were certainly not expecting that, or maybe you were, but it was shocking just the same, suddenly you smiled, so wide, and so happy, you completely ignored the stinging pain from your lip injury opening up again, “Lily that’s amazing!”

She let a rather choked laugh out, “Never thought I’d say that out loud.”

You shrugged, wincing at the sharp pain from your shoulder wound, but ignoring it either way. “Well that’s how you start, I’m sure you and James will make a wonderful couple.”

“God no! That’s too fast.”

“Why waste time? Trust me, I regretted not snogging Sirius sooner!”

“Ugh shut up!” she said, smiling just as wide as you. “Now it’s time to take your medicine.”

You gasped, still smiling “Lily Evans, don’t you dare change the subject!”

She raised her hands in rendition “I’m not!” she responded, “It’s time, look at the clock.”

Lily was still laughing, the two of you were, your arms falling up and down, as you shook your head and looked at your friend, finally deciding to let her off the hook and grabbing onto the potions, taking one at a time.

“Don’t you dare tell Potter!” She said then, an accusing finger at your face.

“As if he needed encouragement to go after you,” you responded before taking a long sip at one of the potions and wincing at the burning sensation, “but trust me, you’ll wish you had done it sooner,” you said with a wink before grabbing the bottle with the dropper and pouring five drops down your throat.

“Here, take three sips of this one too,” she said handing you another bottle, “this one’s specifically for bruises, it takes a bit to work but it’s really effective, some people use them for hickeys.” You raised your eyebrows at her, but she gave you a warning look that you replied with an innocent shrug.

Eventually, and after a couple more vials, she dropped a small round oval-shaped candy-looking thing on your hand, “What does this one do?” you asked curiously.

“It’s a lemon sherbet,” she said as if it were obvious.

You looked at the candy and then back at her, a confused look on your face as you bit your lip ever so slightly “Does it like… help with the pain or soreness or…”

Lily gave you a confused frown “No? It just helps with the flavour.”

You looked at the little yellow ball one last time and plopped in your mouth, “Oh… it’s candy!” you said with a smile as a tangy, zesty lemon flavour exploded inside your mouth, both sweet and sour at the same time “It’s good.”

The redhead gave you a shocked look “You’re telling me you’d never tried a Lemon Sherbet?”

You shook your head “They’re not a thing back home,” you replied as you relished on the lemony taste of the candy.

“And here I thought you’d already gotten the entire English experience,” she said, you shrugged in response, holding your breath and lowering your shoulders a lot slower now, clenching your jaw as you let pain subdue. Lily gave you a sympathetic look “You better rest for a bit.” You tilted your head, a reproachful frown forming on your features. “None of that,” she said, shutting you down with a dismissive hand gesture “No puppy eye looks, time to sleep, doctor’s orders.”

“Fine then,” you said, slowly laying down on the bed, kicking your legs a little to dig them under the soft blanket, ignoring how sore they were, you weren’t sure you had ever run as much as last in your entire life “I’ll rest.”

Lily smiled, “I’ll shut the curtains before the girls arrive,” she said before going back to sit on her bed and picking up a book from her night table. You smiled and turned back to your ceiling, looking at it for a couple of minutes until you slowly drifted asleep.

November 24th, 1976

When you woke up again, it was due to hunger. No, not hunger, starvation. You looked at the clock, it was around 5 a.m. You had charms in 2 hours, you looked around, everyone was sleeping soundly on their beds, so you decided to quietly sneak towards the bathroom.

You stared at your reflection again, the potions had worked gracefully, Even if you were still sore, and your arm still ached, the bruises were almost completely gone, your lips looked plump again, even if they were still parted. You grabbed the same potion from yesterday and took another spoonful, the bruises finally disappeared. You looked brand new, even if you didn’t quite feel like it. You took some more of Lily’s painkiller potions and grabbed some cosmetics to make your eyebags less visible.

You looked at yourself again, “Good as new,” you muttered, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the bathroom, hearing your stomach rumble again. Everyone was still asleep, so you changed into your uniform, grabbing a couple of chocolate bars and stuffing them in your pockets, you’d take them to Remus when you had the chance.

You walked closer to Lily’s bed, and gently shook her awake. “I’m going to get myself something to eat from the kitchens, see you later at the Great Hall.”

Lily turned to you a little sleepy “I’ll come with…” she said, attempting to get up, but you stopped her.

“No, it’s your turn to rest. I’ll be alright, I feel a lot better.”

“Your bandages…”

“They’re good,” you reassured “We can change them after charms or during lunch.”

“You sure luv?”

You nodded with a smile “Yeah, totally, but I really need to eat,” you told her with a smile.

As you walked out you spotted Prongs sitting in the common room “You look a lot better,” he said as he motioned at you with a nod of his head “How you feeling.”

“Lils would be an incredible doctor,” you said as you turned around.

“She’s perfect,” James said with a sigh, you smiled but rolled your eyes either way. “Why are you awake?”

“Starving, you?”

“I woke up for a fly and then remembered both you and Sirius are knackered.”

“You could go by yourself,” you said with a shrug.”

“Yeah, I was going to… but then I remembered we planned to go see Remus before class, I’m waiting for the boys.”

You nodded, and sat down beside him, taking one of the chocolate bars from your pockets and unwrapping the chocolate.

James raised one of his eyebrows “What are you doing? Weren’t you starving?”

You took a bite from the chocolate “Oh I am, but I’m tagging along with you guys instead, I haven’t seen Rem since that night.”

“You sure you’re not too hungry?” he asked as he watched you devour the chocolate and vanish the wrapping with the swish of your wand.

“Yeah, totally,” you replied as you pulled another bar from your uniform. James raised one of his eyebrows but didn’t say anything else. Meanwhile, you were already imagining the sausage you’d have for breakfast afterwards.

Peter came down first “Oh Vixen! You look great!” he said when he saw you, still munching on the second bar of chocolate.

You blinked a couple of times after hearing the nickname drop so naturally from his lips, “Thanks Wormmy…” you responded, almost tentatively.

He smiled at that and gave you a thumbs up. Permission, you realised, that was Peter’s way of letting you into the group, whether on purpose or not, you were one of them now.

Sirius came down next, taking faster strides when he spotted you, when he was right in front of you, he leaned down, levelling his head with yours and placing both hands on the sides of your head to carefully inspect you, he was clearly surprised, “I feel like you were switched at night, other than your lip you look like nothing happened,” he said as he moved your head to the side to try and take a peek at your neck, you groaned in response.

“Yeah, the soreness’s still there though,” you muttered. “But the potions did an incredible job.”

Sirius nodded in agreement, “We’re going to see Moony, wanna join in?”

“That’s why I’m still here,” you replied with a small smile. Sirius looked at you for a second before leaning over just a bit more and pressing his lips to your softly. You smiled, but raised an eyebrow questioningly “What was that for?”

“Just because,” he replied, mirroring your smile.

“All right love puppies, time to go,” Peter said as he stood up, James mirrored his actions.

“Love puppies?” you questioned with a gasp as you stood up, using the hand Sirius had offered to do so.

“Well, Vixen and Padfoot are both canines so yeah, you’re love puppies,” he replied, matter of factly.

James turned around instantly, a raised finger and a playful smile on his face “Spot on!”

Peter smiled and nodded in return, you and Sirius eyed each other at their interaction, but continued walking behind them. Sirius stood really close to you, so close your hands were brushing with each other as you walked, it was as if after being so close to you while you cuddled him on his bed, he couldn’t get enough of you. And he really couldn’t.

He had gone to see Moony after you left with Lily, he had stayed with him for a while and they joked and talked for a couple of hours like they always did. And it’s not that he wasn’t worried for Remus, he always got a little queasy when the boy was bedridden, especially since most moons after they became animagus had been a lot easier on his friend.

But he also knew Remus was strong, he’d seen him get up time and time again after looking like he had snogged a dementor, so pale he downright looked like a vampire instead of a werewolf. But every single time Remus got better in a matter of days, maybe a little sore and snappy after particularly rough moons but he always got better. You on the other hand… Sirius had never seen you as bruised and bIoodied like the previous night. So tired you looked like you might fall apart, so desperate and scared.

Because you had been scared, he knew, even if you masked it wonderfully, he knew the signs, he had used the same techniques to hide his own emotions in the past, the worst part is that Sirius wasn’t sure if you had been scared for yourself or if you had been scared for Moony instead. Either way, when you turned back into a human, and he saw all the bruises for the first time it took him all the strength he had not to crumble at the sight.

You had looked pale and tired and he had never quite realised how delicate you actually were before that. Sure, he knew you were soft, softer than the boys, softer than Remus, but the bruises on your face, simply from a hand gripping you too tight, were almost shocking. And it’s not that you were so fragile that he thought you were going to break apart, heck he knew how strong you were, he’d seen you play quidditch, getting up after falls time and time again, but he was shocked how much more fragile you were in comparison to him.

And it bothered him, no, it irked him, that no matter how much you probably fought the Slytherins they had overpowered you either way. It made him scared for you like he’d never been for anyone in his life, except maybe from Moony, when the incident happened.

Even if Remus was much stronger, there had been something weird going on in his head last night, he knew, but wasn’t sure what that could’ve been, he was a lot quieter than usual. Sirius asked him about it but the boy said it was because of the Skellegro. Sirius knew he was lying but didn’t press further, instead, he offered to stay the night.

“I can stay, you know? I mean we might not fit in the same bed like we did when we were kids but I could pull a couple of chairs and stay over.”

“Please no! I won’t be able to sleep with your snoring,” Remus said humorously, it was a total lie, he didn’t care about Sirius’ snoring, but he knew for sure he’d rather stare at the boy sleep than sleep himself. It was better to kick Sirius away.

When Sirius returned from talking to Remus, he took a quick shower and threw himself in his bed again, it smelled of you, and he couldn’t help but worry for you again. He wanted to jump off his bed and sneak into your room just to make sure you were better. He could not help but replay in his head how you had almost begged for him to stay with you instead of getting a cloak or something to bring you in. He felt like he had abandoned you, even if it was you the one that left the room with Lily. He couldn’t be with Remus and he couldn’t be with you. Sirius had slept terribly that night.

You leaned closer to him, wrapping your index and thumb over his pinky finger “You all right Puppy?” you asked him politely.

That seemed to finally snap Sirius out of his thoughts, he smiled instantly, looking at how much better you looked and nodded “Yeah, fantastic,” he responded, turning his hand and wrapping it around yours, you gave him a reassuring squeeze and he returned it shortly after.

The four of you entered the infirmary shortly after. Madam Pomfrey was there, and she smiled when she saw you, “Oh! Hi sweetheart, how are those nightmares going? You’re here to see Mr. Lupin, aren’t you? I sort of expected to see you yesterday, I assume you were rather busy.”

“Yeah, uh… I think those nightmares won’t be coming back anymore,” you said with a little smile, Sirius squeezed your hand. “How’s Rem?”

“A lot better, he should be checking out by tomorrow,” she said with a smile “Poor boy had a really tough time as I was fixing him up,” you winced, Pomfrey assumed it was because you imagined the situation, rather than the real reason: you felt guilty.

“Can we see him?” Peter asked with a very polite smile. He looked like the kind of kid that would instantly be liked by adults in that very second.

Pomfrey nodded with a tight smile “I’ll go see if he’s awake,” she said before disappearing to the back of the room in between a couple of curtains.

“You think he’s feeling better?” you asked, turning to the boys.

James nodded “I’m sure he’s better. You were with him last night, Pads, how was he?”

Sirius turned his gaze on you “A lot better than you were when you left, so stop worrying.”

You were about to say something in return when Pomfrey came back with an apologetic expression on her face “I’m sorry kids, but Remus is asleep at the moment. Why don’t you come back later?”

You let out a disappointed sigh when you heard it but nodded. Finally realising how silly it was to visit Remus so early in the morning, he would be better off sleeping in, you had certainly felt a lot better after sleeping yourself.

“Well then, the great hall it is,” James said, turning to you, which would have offended you had it not been for the rumbling in your belly after he said it. You still felt impossibly hungry. Then James went over and placed his arm over your shoulders, which caused you to yelp since he accidentally brushed your wound.

James removed his arm in an instant and scurried away from Sirus’ hand, which had gone straight for a slap in the back of his head.

“You alright sweetie?” Pomfrey asked, concerned.

You turned to her while you thought of a decent excuse “Yeah, I was just surprised, I guess I’m still a bit sleepy,” you smiled apologetically, “We’re really sorry for making so much noise Madam Pomfrey, we’ll be on our way.”

She nodded in response and you hurried outside. Once far enough James turned to you with a worried frown “Are you okay? I didn’t ruin all of Lily’s work, did I?”

You wished you could actually get angry at James, but he was so genuinely worried that there was no way you could, so you just shook your head with a sigh “Just be careful, it stung like a bitch.”

“I’ll buy you any food you want at Hogsmeade on Saturday to make up for it.”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow “James you can’t.”

“What do you mean I can’t?” James said with a frown, looking about ready to argue that he could spend his money however the hell he pleased.

“Saturday’s the 27th,” Peter added.

James went pale, that was the day of his date with Lily.

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hii can u please write a matt fic where reader is a singer(shes his gf already) and she had a show one day so when she performed he was there and like the choreography for one of the dances was very slutty(kinda like vigilante shit live performance by taylor swift)and then the night they are at home and they’re in bed matts like “u looked so fucking hot today doing that dance” and one thing leads to another and smutty smut smut happens totally fine if u dont like this idea love u💕

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a singer and after a seductive performance Matt is left feeling some type of way. Will he act on these urges??🌑

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT. Mirror sex, slight choking, matt being a little slutttt, and that’s about all. Enjoyyyy teehee🤭

Song for the imagine: Novacane- Frank Ocean

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

But there's no drug around

Quite like what I found in you, you

I loved singing and I was so fortunate enough to be Matt’s girlfriend because he knew people and was able to get me gigs. I was so fucking thankful for him because without him I would still be singing in my room and posting it to YouTube.

Tonight I actually had a show for this talent show type of thing in town. It was a pretty big event, but also a talent show designed by people who are looking to scout out the next Ariana Grande. I was super grateful that Matt was able to pull some strings and get me in. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be this huge famous singer, but to catch the eyes of people who could make me famous, and just get my name out there a little more did sound appealing.

I was super excited to perform this set because I was able to get a few backup dancers and come up with a seductive and powerful dance. I actually was so excited to step outside of my comfort zone and perform something totally different.

Currently I was getting ready with my backup dancers waiting to be called next, and I was so fucking nervous I mean I never did anything like this, and to have Matt, Chris and Nick all watching formed a pit in my stomach.

Not to mention this was my first time dancing on stage in front of a bunch of people in heels….. I was so fucking scared. We wore black blazers with black lingerie under, fishnet stockings and red heels. This was all so new to me I felt like throwing up. I’ve never worn anything like this publically. But I decided to shake it off, and get ready.

My group and I were the last ones on stage, and we decided they would walk out first, and then me. I looked onto the stage and saw the props being set up, black chairs where we would basically be doing lap dances on. God why did I want to throw up so much? I think it was the fact that Matt and his brothers were front row…

They called out my name, and my girls walked out first sitting the chairs with their legs crossed. I took one last deep breath before walking out and standing sitting in my chair. Suddenly the lights when up on us, and the song started playing

“I bust the windows out your car, and no it didn’t mend my broken heart” I sang out looking up

“I’ll probably always have these ugly scars, but right now. i don’t care about that part” I sang slowly getting up from my chair

I kept singing as I slowly unbuttoned my blazer. Earning cheers from the crowd

I slowly walked to my chair standing behind it “You see you can’t just play with peoples feelings” I sang as I seductively ran my hand down the front of the chair

“Tell them you love them, and don’t mean it” I sang walking to the front of chair

Slowly I turned around bending over slightly to show my ass as I sat down on the chair, giving my back to the crowd.

“You’ll probably say that it was juvenile, but I think that I deserve to smile” I sang running my hand through my hair

Two of my backup dancers came over helping me out of my blazer. Allowing my half naked body to be on display

I leaned back showcasing my neck and half covered breast to the crowd

“I bust the windows out your car, You know I did cause i left my mark” I sang slowly coming back up

I turned over continuing to sing as I ran my hands over my body, spreading my legs and leaning forward. Locking eyes with Matt in the crowd

My backup dancers came over to me running their hands all over my body as I rolled my neck back as I sang.

As I sang we started to dance swaying our bodies, grabbing onto each other. They circled me before getting down on their knees raking their hands up my legs and to my ass

“You could never feel how I felt that day. Until that happens baby you don’t know pain” I sang as we did our next move which was laying on the floor with our legs spread open, and then putting our right left over the left and turning us over. Lifting our ass off the floor slowly as I continued to sing.

“You broke my heart, so I broke your car” I sang slowly getting up and running my hands up my body

“You caused me pain, so I did the same” I sang as we swayed our hips to the beat

We were nearing the end of the performance, and I never felt more powerful than now.

As I sang the last part I seductively walked over to my chair sitting down, and one of my dancers came over sitting on my lap as I ran my hands up her body.

“Now watch, I bust the windows out your car” I sang before the song ended

Everyone was standing up cheering and clapping and whistling at us. We all got up bowing and waving at everyone blowing kisses before we ran off stage.

“HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING GUYS” I said to my girls

“Dude we fucking killed it” they said as we tried to catch our breath

“I’m so proud of you guys for killing it tonight” I said pulling them into a group hug

We all changed into our regular clothes, saying our goodbyes and heading out. I met Matt and his brothers outside.

“Babyyyyy you fucking did amazing holy shit” Matt said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“Thank you baby” I said kissing him

“Y/N you fucking ate that shit up, I would’ve never thought you were like that” Nick said hugging me too

“I was so nervous I didn’t think I had that in me either” I said laughing

“Yeah I almost felt like I wasn’t supposed to see some of those moves” Chris said laughing and hugging me

“Stoppp thank you guys” I said laughing

We headed out to have a celebratory dinner before heading back home.

When we got back to the triplets house I decided to shower and change into some pajamas before heading to Matt’s bed.

“Thank you for coming tonight” I said to Matt as I snuggled up to him

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world” he said winking at me

“You’re too good to me” I said kissing him

“My sexy girlfriend singing and dancing, how could I not be front row” he said smiling into the kiss

“You’re making me blush” I said smacking his chest playfully

“That dance was so fucking hot, and that outfit whewww could’ve sworn I got hard” he said in a whisper

“Oh yeah?” I asked smirking at him

“Might have to buy you more lingerie and fishnets now” he said licking his lips

“You dirty boy” I said to him

He glanced at me before pulling me in to smash our lips together. A heated kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. So needy and hungry….fuck I needed Matt now

He pulled me on top of him, deepening our kiss as he ran his hands down my back and to my ass, gripping.

“God you drive me crazy” he said pulling away and running his tongue along his teeth

“I need you like now” I said running my fingers along his face

“Me too” he said his pupil dilated

I lifted up pulling my shirt off exposing my chest to Matt as I leaned forward smashing our lips together again. Running my hands up Matt’s shirt causing him to shiver.

I moved my kisses to his jawline, and then down to his neck. Peppering kisses down his neck causing him to moan

“Feeling good Matty?” I asked looking up at him

“Always” he said breathlessly

Matt lifted up to remove his shirt

“I love your tattooed arm” I said running my hands along his arm looking over at him to see him already staring at me

“Yeah?” He asked his chest rising up and down

“So so hot…maybe you can fuck me with your arm around my neck” I said winking at him

His eyes widen before his cheeks redden a bit.

I lean back down as I kiss him again, our chests touching making my skin burn and my heart flutter with desire.

I slid off of Matt to take my underwear off, he took off his pajama pants as well along with his underwear. When I looked over to him he was looking over at the mirror that’s diagonal from his bed.

I smirked, and looked at him

“Want to fuck me infront of the mirror pretty boy?” I asked

“If you want me to” he said looking over at me

“I want nothing more” I said

He pulled me back on top of him continuing to kiss him

I slowly started to grind on his dick allowing my arousal to cover him

“Mmm keep doing that and I’ll cum” he said looking down in between us

I moaned at his words and the feeling of his thick cock hitting my clit. I shuddered around him

“Gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy go yours?” He asked running his hands up my body

“Please” I mewled out

Matt lifted up slowly allowing me to fall back as he leaned over, wrapping his hand around my neck as he kissed me. Using that same same hand to turn my head as he kissed down my neck to my chest and down the valley of my breasts

From the valley of my breast he licked his way up back to my mouth where we made out

“I can’t hold out any longer” he said pulling

“Fuck me Matt” I croaked out

Matt lifted me up and brought me to the corner of his bed facing towards the mirror

“You get to watch me fuck you dumb” he said running his hand down my back and smacking my ass

“Oh Matt” I moaned out

He massaged my ass looking into my eyes through the mirror. He licked his lips before bringing his dick to my entrance slowly sliding into me

I let my mouth fall open as I gripped the sheets. Matt stretched me out so good everytime we fucked it made my head dizzy.

“So tight” he said bottoming out as he let his head roll back

“Fuck Matt you feel so good” I moaned out

Slowly he started to thrust into me, deep and harder. Our moans filling the room as he fucked into me

Matt gripped my waist as he fucked me causing me to fall more limp into the bed as I watched him in the mirror.

Matt’s mouth was hung open as he grunted into me, looking over at me in the mirror as his cold eyes laid on mine. Causing me to clench down on him, my stomach burning with arousal

“Shitttttt” I moaned out gripping the sheets harder

Matt kept pounding into me as he smacked my ass occasionally. I was just watching him as moans and pants fell out. My mouth hung up as I started to drool on the sheets.

“Am I fucking you dumb?” He asked licking his lips

“Y-Yes” I moaned out shutting my eyes as he started to drill into me even faster

Matt lifted me up by my hair causing me to gasp

“Look at yourself, making a mess on my cock” he said whispering into my ear as he looked into my eyes through the mirror

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out letting my head fall forward slightly as my mouth hung open

Matt pulled me back wrapping his tattooed arm around my neck as he pounded into me

“MATTT” I moaned out at the new feeling

“I’m giving you your wishes” he grunted out

His dick hitting all the right places, and I was pure puddy in his arms

“I get to watch you take my cock like a good slut and your perfect tits bounce in the mirror” he said grabbing my right breast and squeezing

“I’m going to cum” I moaned out letting my head fall forward slightly

“Me too baby, come on give it to me. I’m begging for it pretty girl” he said into my ear

Matt’s hips were snapping into me in such a delicious way, my mouth fell slack and I started to drool on his arm.

“Drooling on me now are we? Am I fucking you that good?” He asked biting his lip

“Fuck Matt…YES YES SO GOOD” I moaned out as he brought his other hand down to rub my clit

“Come on baby cum on my cock” he said rubbing faster

“Fuckkkkk” I moaned out started to quiver against him

“Give it to me I know you can” he said

“I- I’m- I’m gonna cum” I stuttered out

My mouth fell slack as I clenched down onto Matt. My orgasm washing over me as I shook on Matt’s cock. My thighs shaking and giving out on me

“Fuck Matt oh my god” I said breathing heavily as I looked at him through the mirror

“I’m gonna cum baby” he said moaning into my ear

He let me lean forward as he pulled out stroking his dick before letting his jaw fall slack. His lower abdomen began to quiver as he came on my ass

“Fuckkk y/n” he moaned out as he shuddered

He looked at me through the mirror trying to catch his breath.

“You look so fucking sexy like this” he said licking his lips

“Fuck Matt I love you so much” I said blissed out

“I love you so much too” he said

Matt got off the bed grabbing a warm towel and cleaning me up. Before helping me off the bed.

“Let’s shower” he said helping me to his bathroom

Matt and I showered, and then got out. We decided to have a snack before heading back to his room to watch a movie. We eventually dozed off in each others arms.

The End

I know I said I wasn’t in the mood to write,but suddenly I got in the mood. So I hope you enjoyed this one. As much as I did🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #smut

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seat-safety-switch · 10 months

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I’m a plumber. My father was a plumber, his father was a plumber, maybe his father was a plumber. We don’t know for sure. Grandpa was eaten by a tiger working at the zoo that one fateful afternoon, but this story isn’t about that. Where I work is a little company called Fel-Pro.

Maybe you’ve heard of Fel-Pro. You probably use their products. They’re one of the pre-eminent gasket manufacturers of the 21st century. Wherever there’s two tubes in your car that have to have a nice tight seal against each other, chances are Fel-Pro sells something to replace that seal. Are they as good as factory? Experts employed by Fel-Pro mumble and change the subject. Here’s the important thing: they have money, and some of that money goes to feed my kids by way of me fixing their office plumbing once in awhile.

Now, it’s not all roses. My plumber and custodian buddies who work in other companies, they say that people mostly stay out of their way while they’re working. Maybe once in awhile, they’ll get a Super Dad who chats a bit about power tools, or asks some basic questions about their toilet at home, or doesn’t want to take responsibility for having left a cast-iron shit in the tank and then trying to cram it through the manifold using thirty pounds of toilet paper. The usual stuff, right?

At Fel-Pro, it’s different. These motherfuckers have opinions about plumbing, as you would expect from their careers. As soon as they hear even the smallest pinhole leak, the bathroom is filled wall-to-wall with engineers, trying to figure out if it’s a gasket interface issue. Once they realize it isn’t, they start discussing ways to make it a gasket issue.

Anything that leaks is caused by inferior gasketry, even if the pipe itself has split in the middle. They could solve that by making a sort of very long, pipe-shaped grommet gasket to replace the pipe entirely. Yeah, yeah. And then a bunch of these pencil-necks start climbing over top of me to take measurements with their Mitutoyo digital calipers, and video-chat with the toilet manufacturer’s engineers just to call them rookie-level chumps. All the while, the bathroom is slowly filling with water up to our waists, the water-shutoff valve having been removed years before to prevent these eggheads from being tempted to fuck with it.

As any professional would, I started ignoring them, but it turns out that showed up on my performance review. Everyone at Fel-Pro has to be vigilant against leaks, said my boss, a dour expression on his face. He thrust a diagram on how to apply the proper torque pattern to the wax seal of a toilet.

Don’t get me started on how angry they get when they see me using hardware-store silicone bathroom caulking to solve the problem. That’s not the ideal thermal interface, they moan, and start bringing out all kinds of high-zoot polymer compounds, emblazoned with safety warnings in Chinese. Those make the room spin pretty good, and sometimes they get worryingly hot on application, but I must admit they work a treat. One engineer brought me something he stole from a tour he took of NASA and told me to seal a leaking air conditioner drain with it. Well, mission accomplished, buddy: Jim, the custodian I share an office with, had to use a plasma cutter to remove it last week.

It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started only doing plumbing repairs in the middle of the night, when the engineers are likely to be at home, berating their spouses for daring to bring Scotch tape into their home.

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seijorhi · 21 days

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hey rhi 👋

I’ve been watching a lot of zombie shows lately (ex: the walking dead, last of us, all of us are dead, world war z, zombieland etc. etc)

And while watching all those shows, they always managed to remind me about your zombie fic ‘finders keepers’ which would then lead me to wonder and boil with questions. So if you don’t mind and if it doesn’t trouble you too much, I would like to ask a couple of things ….

1. How did the apocalypse start?

2. When it did start, were they at school and just so happen to group up? Or did they join forces in a different manner?

3. While oikawa and the reader were taking shelter, where were the others?

4. When the reader went out to search for supplies for oikawa, we know the twins were following her, but what were they doing out in the first place?

5. (I might be a lil slow for this, but) Which of the twins killed the zombie, Atsumu or Osamu?

6. Why does inarizaki take in ‘strays’ and what do they do to them? And what do they do once the strays in question want to leave their group?

7. For how long did the twins have eyes for the reader?

8. How far along are they into the apocalypse?

9. How come no one seems concerned with reuniting with family or loved ones?

10. What’s the initial reaction from the inarizaki group when they see that the twins brought the reader to their base?

Well I think that’s all my questions… hopefully. But I know for damn sure that if an apocalypse were to actually happen that I’d be like the reader utterly useless and helpless (but unlike her I won’t have any strong and beautiful men to help or protect me 😔)

I would also probably opt out 😭 (people in zombie shows always have so much will to live and for what?!?!?).

Anyways, I always enjoy seeing your blog and reading yours answers to questions asked by us. I love how I’ll be doing anything in my day, and something (no matter how small it is) will remind me of one of your many glorious fics.

I hope you have a wonderful week and thank you for reading. (Stay hydrated and blessed babe 😏.)

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

- 🌬️🌫️

okay bear with me

i like to go with pharmaceutical fuck up/virus/pandemic thing à la 28 days later or the walking dead

nah, they were friends before it hit, but even pre-apocalypse it wasn't intended to be a volleyball specific thing

well technically it depends. prior to oikawa being bitten they were on a supply run. in the aftermath, they would've gone back to the school, found it overrun and depending on your own personal choice, either found themselves at the wrong end of a zombie's teeth, or they're trying to track oikawa and the reader down after escaping themselves

following :))

whichever one you think. truly i wrote it and left it ambiguous because 1) the reader couldn't see shit and couldn't determine it herself and 2) it could honestly have been either of them and i found it funnier that way. go with whatever your heart tells you

i like to think that inarizaki actually have more of a 'community'. small, but not just a bunch of guys. considering that there's food, medicine, a fuck-ton of guns and men willing to use them, they're usually pretty happy to stay. loyal enough to look the other way when it becomes clear the reader isn't going to be able to just waltz out the front gate like she thinks

inarizaki (or the core members) were aware that a few people were holing up in the school, weren't too concerned about it. more of a 'keep an eye on it and see if it becomes a problem' kind of sitch. they didn't know that group included a woman, not with how anal the others were about keeping the reader safe and tucked away from prying eyes. it was pure luck that the twins caught sight of her during a patrol, a little while before iwa and the other two left and zombies found their way inside. funny that.

somewhere between 6-12 months. long enough for the world to go to shit and for people to become adjusted to that. sort of

mostly because they either saw their family and loved ones die or they believe the chances they're still alive are slim enough not to pin hopes and dreams on. also in the reader's case because even if she had plans of meeting up/looking for someone, they'd put that shit to bed real quick

honestly i think kita would want to disapprove, but how can he? yes the twins were reckless and yes they should have discussed this together beforehand so they could have planned this, but he can't and won't argue with the end result. the reader wasn't safe where she was, now she is. she'll have access to things she was woefully lacking previously, the twins are satisfied, it's the best solution all round. thanks in no small part to how seijoh 4 treated her, there's no chance she'd survive out there on her own. such a sweet, vulnerable, helpless little thing, how could the rest of them not just want to eat her right up? they are ofc unsurprised by the twins pulling some bullshit, but hey, no one (they care about) died right? win-win.

#i'm sorry i sat on this ask for ages #i just needed to psych myself up for it #and also to go re-read the fic #and then type coherent words #rhi answers #fic asks #finders keepers #🌬️🌫️ anon

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 14

Steve to the rescue again. Eddie is having a horrible week.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

When Steve came home that night, Robin was waiting for him on their couch.

“Hey, Robs,” he greeted warmly. “How was work?”

“Crystal is working out great, he’s got flare,” she said with a grin. “Like you, but different. He had us in stitches during clean up.”

Steve smiled. “I’ll miss you guys.”

Robin’s grin slid into something more dear. “Me too. But I get why you want to get the hell out of Dodge.”

Steve went to the fridge to get them a couple of sodas. When you can get your booze for free, you tend to have other kinds drinks around the house instead.

He handed her one and flopped down next her. “I talked to Mrs Byers and I’m pretty sure I’m going to ace the class. So guess who is graduating, baby?”

Robin squealed. “Yes! I guess Eddie was your lucky charm.”

Steve blushed.

“I didn’t see your painting when I came home,” she said slyly. “Is there a reason you didn’t bring it home?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Shit! I left in the car!” He scrambled out the door and was back in under a minute panting.

“Thank fuck it wasn’t too hot today,” he said between breathes. “Otherwise I would have started bawling.”

Robin held out grabby hands. “I want to see!”

Steve turned it around and handed the canvas to her.

“Holy shit, Steve!” she whispered. “This is really good. Like art gallery good.”

He blushed. “It’s just an assignment. It isn’t a big deal.”

“Like hell it isn’t,” she gushed. “You should submit this to the art show for graduating seniors.”

Steve opened his mouth for some excuse, but he didn’t have any. Not really. “Yeah. I’ll let Mrs Byers know.”

Robin handed the painting back and he set gently to the side.

“So what did you and Eddie do...?” she asked with a wink and then her face twisted. “If you had sex I don’t want to know that. Ew.”

Steve laughed. “How did you know I was with Eddie?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because there is no one else that you would play hooky for other than me and I since I worked, the only logical conclusion was Eddie.”

Steve’s face was nearly split in two by the grin that comment induced. “Fair enough. He had a nasty ex show up after class today and it really shook him up.”

Robin pushed his shoulder. “Fuck, dingus. You don’t know how to play fair, do you? I can’t make fun of something like that. Bastard.”

He huffed out a small laugh. “And then he wanted me to listen to some of the songs he’d been writing.”

She giggled and clapped her hands. “Anymore of them about you?”

Steve shook his head. “At least none of the ones he played for me sounded like they were about me. Not like the last one.”

Robin sighed. “Maybe they’re love songs and he’s not ready for you to hear him declare his undying love for you yet.”

He blushed. “He just so amazing, Robs. He deserves every good thing in this world and he just can’t seem to get there. And it’s pissing me off.”

“I know, sweetie,” she said. “I know.”

Steve and Robin walked out of their apartment the next day to see a bunch of guys surrounding Eddie.

“Call 911,” he hissed. “I’ll try to keep them busy until the cops arrive.”

Robin’s eyes were wide, but she nodded bravely.

Steve strolled toward the group with a goofy smile on his face. “Hey there, boys. I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around here before.”

The ring leader was a tall, broad-shouldered, good looking man with blond hair. The kind of person Steve would have hung out with in high school. But this was long past that.

They all turned to him and a chill went down Steve’s spine. Some of them had baseball bats and one of the had a tire iron.

And Eddie was in the middle looking terrified.

“Just keep walking,” the ringleader sneered. “We’ve got some business with the Freak here.”

The name sent a second, more dangerous chill down Steve’s spine. The Freak was what they called Eddie in high school. Because he was always out, loud, and proud and made sure it was everyone’s problem.

And then it hit him. He knew who the ringleader was. Fuck.

“Jason Carver, right?” Steve asked, goofy smile still plastered to his face.

Jason was a year behind Steve in high school at a rival school. Dude was so good he had made basketball team captain his junior year.

The ringleader turned further from Eddie to take a better look at Steve.

“Holy fuck!” Jason cursed. “Steve Harrington!”

Steve’s smile turned into a feral grin. “Oh good, you do remember me. And you’ll know that I’m famous for stopping what you’re about to do.”

“Steve!” Robin cried. “Catch!”

Steve’s hand came up and when it came back down everyone was staring at the bat now in his grasp. The top of it had been decorated with nails.

“I take this to Pride every year,” Steve said casually, like he was talking about the weather. “It’s my anti-homophobe bat. It’s a great deterrent for assholes like you.”

He twirled it around, warming up his wrist. “So are you going to walk away or are you boys going to be introduced to Hela?”

Jason looked at his friends and then back at Steve. “There are five of us and only one of you, you really think you can take all of us?”

Steve smiled warmly. “Of course not, I just have to keep you busy until the cops show up.”

Jason’s friends started to mutter to themselves.

Jason scoffed. “You didn’t have time to call the cops.”

Steve batted his eyelashes innocently at Jason. “I’ve never said I did. Robin called them while we were talking.”

They started to look at each other worryingly.

“And if I know Eddie,” Steve continued, “he’s hit the emergency button on his cell phone so that the cops have a recording you threatening to jump me with your buddies.”

Jason sneered. “I think you’re bluffing.” His friends didn’t look convinced.

“Hey, man,” one of the said, putting a hand on Jason’s arm, “if they did call the cops we need to get out of here.”

“Pussy,” Jason sneered, pulling away from him and grabbing the tire iron from him. “I’ll handle this myself.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m going so wreck that pretty face of yours Carver.”

Jason snarled like a cornered animal, full of rage and fear. He leapt forward swinging the iron like a club, all brute force and no finesse.

Steve loosened the muscles in his neck as Jason swung wildly passed where Steve had been previously, having stepped deftly to the side.

“That’s not the way you swing, you moron,” he heckled. “Maybe you should have taken some baseball with your basketball like I did.” Steve swung and tapped the back of Jason’s jacket. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, but enough that Jason stumbled as he was off balance because of his swing.

Jason fought to stay on his feet, but managed to whirl around to face Steve.

“You want to try again?” Steve asked, brightly.

Jason charged at him again and again Steve side stepped him, tapping him on the back as he passed.

Then there was the bee-whoop of a cop car pulling up. The four other guys pushed at each other in panic as they tried to run. But they ran straight into the arms of the waiting officers.

“Just put down the weapons, boys,” a big burly man said into his megaphone.

Steve laughed. “I’d love to, Chief Hopper. But I’mma gonna wait until he puts his down first.”

Hopper sighed so loud Steve could hear it without it being amplified by the megaphone.

“Harrington, I should have known,” Hopper croaked into the megaphone. “You! The other one.” Jason turned to him in shock at being called ‘the other one’. “I’d best be putting that tire iron down, before Steve decides you’re not worth the effort and flattens your face right quick.”

Jason looked back at Steve and then to Hopper. He slowly put the iron down. Steve did the same to his bat and kicked it behind him, where Robin ran to pick it up.

Jason held up his hands and slowly stood up. One of the deputies came running up and handcuffed him.

“You’re going to pay for this, Munson!” Jason snarled.

Eddie waved from where he was at Robin’s side, having dashed over there while the idiots were watching Jason and Steve fight.

They had to call Diamond and let him know they would be late. Eddie tried to call Joyce, but Hopper put a hand over his phone and gently lowered it.

“I’ve already let her know, son,” Hopper told him. “She says she’ll cancel classes for the rest of the week, if you need.”

Eddie shook his head. “Jus–just for today.”

Hopper nodded. “You take care, all y’all.”

Once their statements had been taken and they were allowed to leave, Steve put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “If you need me to call in again, I will.”

Eddie shook his head. “You still need to pay rent, Stevie. I’ll hang out with Uncle Wayne today.”

Steve grinned. “Good plan, nothing beats a tire iron like a mechanic’s wrench.”

Eddie grinned back. “I like the way you think, sweetheart.”

Steve pushed his shoulder. “Go on. Some of us have to work for our living.”

Eddie laughed and walked to his van, Steve shaking his head as he watched him go.

Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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Hi, you tend to have well-thought-out political opinions (I don't always agree with you, but your reading liveblog were the kick in the ass to make me read Orientalism, and you have managed to change my mind more than once), maybe might have a better answer here than me.

Is there an ideological reason that American (b/c it typically is, god help me) left-of-center types love electoralism so much online (and offline too, tbh. College continues to deal new and fun kinds of psychic damage), but only in the context of the general national elections? I so often receive various extensive breakdowns of reasons that I MUST vote for Biden in 2024, but less about the benefits of, like, getting really invested in my city council elections or the school board.

We have so many freaking elections for goddamn everything because the US/Canada are fuck-off huge that it's super easy to argue for the importance of participating in electoralism and instead I (especially recently) see so many people picking the worst hill to die on, that I really struggle to. Well. Understand why.

I’ll speak mostly to Canada since that’s where most of my formal knowledge comes from and also because I live here lol. Also a lot of what I’m talking about is coming from books I’ve read - Still Renovating by Greg Suttor for example is a pretty in depth history of social policy (primarily housing) in Canada, it’s very dry but is useful for this conversation. This is off the dome and not meant as a PSA or anything, it’s my own perspective, if people want sources for what I’m discussing I can go dig those up, but I’m just putting this disclaimer at the top in case this post leaves my circle.

To answer your question, my instinct is that it’s because north american democracy is increasingly necrotic and disconnected from the general public (with the usual list of caveats about how much liberal capitalist democracies have ever been “for the people”). Reading up on social policy in Canada directly post-WWII is pretty bleak when comparing it to today - social housing used to be a robust part of the housing market, people were paid far better and had far more economic security, our healthcare was freshly socialised and invigorated, the promises of the Keynesian welfare state were generally being met (for a predominantly white middle class electorate, of course), and so on. Even conservatives were basically on board with these things in the 60s, at least in Canada, although that obviously did not last long. And over the decades we have become entrenched in neoliberal cutbacks, the gutting of public institutions, the sale of public space and utilities, the downloading of responsibility for social welfare onto provincial and then municipal governments who have smaller budgets and more limited institutional power, the massive expansion in public-private partnerships, the militarisation of the police - these things really kicked off in the 80s/90s in Canada and have showed little signs of stopping or even really slowing down since (something that also obviously happened in the US). People make the joke that if libraries were suggested as a policy goal today it would be called a communist plot, but it’s true - all of the shit the government offered us forty years ago is unthinkable to even suggest now. Life in general has gotten more difficult as private wealth and deregulation has taken a progressively stronger hold on domestic affairs. This happened slowly over the course of decades, and as political horizons shrunk in terms of what you could expect/demand of your government, there was a real air of this being inevitable, not a result of conscious political decisions but just some organic outcome that no one had control over (“the invisible hand of the market”). Democratic civic responsibility demands we vote as citizens of our country, but for all the reasons outlined above plus a bunch of others I’m sure I’m forgetting, the liberal conception of democratic participation shrunk to the ballot box alone.

And while we all joke about everyone having the historical memory of a goldfish, I think the pandemic made this a deeply dissonant position to hold onto - we saw the government seemingly awake from a long slumber to exercise its might. It placed eviction bans on landlords, enforced mass quarantines and social distancing measures, provided economic relief to people who lost their jobs, stationed itself inside every building and public space to enforce mask mandates, rolled-out universal vaccination programs that were mandatory if you wanted to keep your job - we saw the government flex its power in labour, in housing, in healthcare, in civic life, and at the border in a way previously unheard of, particularly for people who were not alive to experience the welfare state of the 50s and 60s and even 70s. The state revealed itself as the life-structuring force it always had been before receding again, telling everyone to go back to normal as if nothing had happened, as if millions of people had not died in a global plague, as if it had not just demonstrated to everyone in the country that the state can at the drop of a hat order your landlord to stop evicting you and your boss to give you paid time off. This of course didn’t really happen in the US, or at least not nearly to this degree, which resulted in the deaths of over a million people.

So now when politicians perform this same incapacity to do anything, when they trot out hyper-specific policies that might benefit a couple thousand people at most, when they make stupid non-promises and shrink away from even mild forms of social democracy (eg Sanders-style campaign promises), I don’t know how much people buy it. I’m not particularly optimistic about the pandemic radicalising large amounts of people, but I think even if it doesn’t, we saw what happened! And we’ve all seen a million fucking articles about how people don’t want to go to work anymore, about labour shortages, we’ve seen essentially every sector of labour go on some kind of strike in the past two or three years - there is popular organised political participation happening far away from the ballot box, and is only growing in power by the day. Socialism is now a word that exists in the national consciousness, something that was unthinkable even a decade ago. Currently right now we are seeing an international conversation about (and global popular support for) indigenous sovereignty, we are seeing a full-throated articulation of what a LandBack policy would look like, and this comes on the heels of the national Canadian conversation of residential schools and missing and murdered indigenous women. Decolonisation is now a household term. In the case of the US, we are seeing people make the very obvious point that America can conjure billions of dollars to bomb hospitals and civilians, but any social policy to help its own citizens is too expensive, pie in the sky fantasy nonsense.

And by the same token, there is organised right-wing and fascist violence happening in the streets, massive increases in hate crimes, insane political stunts and demonstrations like the Freedom Convoy and 1 Million March 4 Children (inspired by the Capitol Hill storming in the US), Qanon plots to kidnap and execute elected officials - things that right wing parties are actively encouraging, particularly the PPC and CPC. More and more we see that electoral politics is the domain of the far-right, whose culture war issues have the best chance of being realised through the sacred portal of the ballot box. Democrats can’t even offer people legalised abortion now!

I think this is why liberals are in a state of hysteria. A healthy liberal democracy does not require constant, unrelenting reminders to “vote your ass off.” Liberals are very much aware, even unconsciously, that voting does less and less of what they want every single day - you see this openly admitted to by American liberals, who are now doing Hitler % meter calculations about which fascist to vote for come the next federal election. Voting itself is what matters, even as they openly, frantically admit it will do nothing but slightly delay the inevitable.

So to like directly answer your question: I think it has less to do with federal elections as a specific political strategy and more just an expression of anxiety about the fact that voting does not do what you want it to do, or what it once did - perhaps encouraging larger questions if voting does anything at all. If national federal elections don’t do anything, if you voting for the most powerful position on the planet doesn’t really change very much regardless of who’s in power, what is the point of voting at all? So I don’t think they are articulating an actual political strategy or way of doing politics, because by their own admission it’s not going to do much of anything (while at the same time being an existential crisis). I’m in a similar boat to you, I vote in smaller elections where I feel they will do some measure of good (in part because municipalities are responsible for so much more of civic life than they were a few decades ago), I have engaged with the Ontario NDP for several years (although that has come to an end now because of their position on Palestine). Electoralism is a compromise, it is an avenue for potential good, but not always, or even most of the time.

Thankfully there are other avenues for politics - labour organising, protesting, mutual aid support networks, getting involved with community work, even something like local neighbourhood councils. Those are places of political potential, and a single person’s presence in them can make a legitimate noticeable difference (speaking from several years of heavy involvement in community orgs). I have never really felt like I was making a change while voting, but I have felt that way helping community members not get evicted, or offering them free daycare a few times a week, or running programs from lgbtq kids who don’t want to go home after school. Those things legit save peoples’ lives, a lot of them are low stakes relative to their benefit, and they help stave off the alienation and loneliness I know everyone feels. Obviously you run into the same structural problems you would everywhere else, it’s not a paradise by any stretch of the imagination, but they are so many avenues outside of voting that do actually help people around you.

And I think if liberals admit that these actions are more powerful, more effective than voting, they are admitting to themselves that their core beliefs are wrong, that the communists and anarchists are correct and have been correct long before their dumbass was born. They can no longer point to any institution that gives a fuck about them as a defense against left-wing critiques of liberal electoralism. I think that is part of what animates their hysteria, their temper tantrums, their screaming about the only thing to do is do nothing at all. It is a full-throated defense of self-defeat. They are wailing as everything they believe in dies. I’d be pretty upset too if that were me! Luckily I grew out of that when I was like 19

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My girlfriend is a witch - E.M

sypnosis: eddies girlfriend is a witch & helps him out with a few bullies, how can he repay her? crystals and a few orgasms should do it {thigh riding, hexing, d/s dynamics}

The night Eddie came to your house with a bloody nose you knew you had to change something, jason and the basketball team had been bullying him for way too long but eddie wouldn’t admit it and ask for help but luckily for him his girlfriend is a witch.

“Eds really again?” you asked sadness and anger mixed in your voice as you lead him to your bathroom.

“I know I know I should’ve left it but when he started talking about you and Wayne I couldn’t..” he whispered barely audible, he sat on your bathroom counter shoulders slumping in defeat “I won though he’s definitely worse of than me”

“I know eds but it’s not just about your injuries-“ you sighed taking out the first aid kit from the cupboard “it’s about my future too I know you say it all the time” he mimicks cutting your sentence off playing with his rings.

You let out a breathy laugh wiping the blood from his face and grabbing the anti septic cream for the cuts and his black eye. “I told you to let me know when he started again and I’d sort it out” you whispered cupping his face in you hands.

“I know I know but I didn’t wanna make you put in a bunch of work just to get Jason to fuck off” he sighed again leaning into your touch. “I love you y’know I don’t mind hexing a bitch if it means you get to go to school peacefully and graduate with me” you breathed out leaning in to give him a kiss, “I’ve already got everything I need just need your permission baby spells are a second nature to me you know that, like you and playing the guitar, this is my talent”

“I know and your amazing at it… you can do it as long as you’ll let me repay you” he agrees kissing you again.

“ok sure whatever you want” you smile dragging him to your room to gather everything you need for the hex.

Since the hex eddie has come home without any injuries and his grades had gone up too. “I’m so proud of you eds” you squeal as he picked you up spinning around, report cards had come out and he’d gotten mostly A’s and B’s. “Y’think it had anything to do with the hex baby?” He laughed putting you down leaning in for a kiss

“Yeah or maybe it was the manifesting” you shrugged hugging him again. “So your gifts y’know as your payment for fucking that asshole up” he gestures for you to sit on his bed, “I know how much you love your crystals so uhh amethyst and a blue quart’s necklace” he announces handing you the crystals.

“Eddie you didn’t have to oh my god! These are beautiful” you squealed putting them down in the bed before jumping to give him a kiss wrapping you arms around his neck. “Well I said I’d repay you didn’t I and I still have more to give” he whispered in your ear his dominant tone slipping through.

“really?” you spoke barely audible still holding onto him. “Yeah but you gotta work for it sweetheart, strip” he whispered back moving to sit on the bed watching you strip for him.

“Sit on my thigh sweetheart, ride it for me” he ordered grabbing your hips as you sat down. Whimpering as you pussy made contact with his thigh your head fell into his neck “eddie” you moaned breathless, “c’mon baby move make yourself feel good then you get the last present” he ordered again.

you dragged your hips up and down his Jean clad thigh moaning every time your clit caught his jeans. “Oh Eddie oh god I’m gonna cum soon please” you breathed out grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself. “I know baby I know go on make yourself cum for me” he groaned.

He helped move you hips as you neared your orgasm your eyes rolling back , head falling forwards.

“Come on pretty you can do it cum for me baby” he breathed out egging you on grabbing your chin lifting your head up to give you a kiss as your hips stuttered. “Oh shit eds cumming oh my god” you moaned a few tears slipping from your eyes as you came your body collapsing on top of him.

“So what’s my other gift then” you laughed sitting up again. He laughs with you grabbing a rose quartz ring from his back pocket and slipping it on your finger “thank you for your help sweetheart” he sighs pressing a kiss to your forehead. “it was a pleasure baby” you smiled hugging him again.

Wayne was shocked to say the least when he say eddie’s report card sat on the kitchen counter, “Eddie you didn’t bribe your teachers again did you” he called out as you both left eddies bedroom. “No I didn’t” he laughed grabbing you three a drink from the fridge, “you do know my girlfriend is a witch” he laughed handing you the drinks. Wayne laughed with you both leaning to give you a hug “you’re an amazing witch”

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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 4 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 4 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 4-5 to 4-8. This concludes Episode 4.

Spoilers after the cut!

Episode 4-5

Vil: Ugh…. Y-You’re such a coward, you know that? I-If you really think something like this is going to slow me down…. you’ve got another thing coming….!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: You’re talking pretty big for a guy who can barely stand up straight! Your left foot sure does look like it’s hurtin’. I bet you can hardly move, huh. I’ll be taking your beads now!

(The man rushes at Vil)

Vil: Shit….

Everyone: !!! Look out!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: Uryaaaaa!!!

Vil: Now’s my chance!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: Y-You dodged me!? But how…

Vil: Okay, I’ve got your beads. And that’s a wrap.

Referee: Victory goes to Vil Schoenheit of the Night Raven College Team!

Audience: Yaaaaay!!!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: T-That jackass looks totally fine! Isn’t your foot hurt!?

Vil: I’m both a model and an actor. It was child’s play to pretend like I was injured.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member B: What!?

Vil: Geez. This didn’t turn out to be a beautiful match at all.

Kifaji: My goodness…. That was a splendid reversal.

Leona: Duh…. Is what I wanna say, but that was a narrow win there. Lilia’s up last… I can’t imagine he’d lose, but…

Referee: The third and final battle will now begin. Will the contender from the “Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team” please come to the arena!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Let’s go!

Referee: And will the contender from the Night Raven College Team please come to the arena!

Lilia: At long last, the cutest combatant is stepping up to bat! It’s Lilia!

Yuu: I brought along a hand fan to cheer you on with.

Lilia: Good, you’ve come prepared! Let’s see, the strategy that Leona imparted to me was…

(Lilia has a flashback to yesterday)

Leona: Lilia, I doubt you’ll have trouble taking down any of these guys, but I am worried about your stamina.

Lilia: Indeed. No matter how much planning and plotting we do, it will all go to naught if I fight too long under this dreadful sun.

Leona: That’s why I want ya to end these battles soon as ya can. Ya can’t just dawdle around, alright? Soon as the ref starts the match, it should already be over. Let’s practice some attacks you can pull off really quick.

(The flashback ends)

Lilia: Ah, that’s right. I remember now. I must end my matches in the blink of an eye. We’ll see if I can’t set a record for the shortest match in the tournament’s history.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Guoooooh!

(The man rushes at Lilia, and Lilia quickly moves to the side)

Lilia: Ah! He tried to throw a punch at me right from the start!!! I’m guessing he’ll try to pull off an illegal move, just like his companion did with Vil…

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Gahahah. Sorry, my hand slipped. But you sure did jump out the way real fast. Hope you’ll forgive me next time it happens.

Lilia: Hm…. Why did you even enter this competition in the first place? Did you want to enjoy an earnest match or not?

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: An earnest match? Gahahaha! That’s hilarious. Long as I can go wild and have some fun winning this thing, that’s good enough reason for me! Besides, it’s not every day I get to knock around a bunch of little wimps like this!

Lilia: Kufufu…. I see. ….Leona, forgive me. It appears I won’t be able to follow your advice after all, as I simply cannot tolerate those who would tarnish the sanctity of the game. I’ll need to teach you a lesson, you little rulebreaker. I’ll be firm, precise, and thorough. …By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never wish to commit another infraction ever again!

Episode 4-6 (A few minutes later)

(Whack!)

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Yeeoouch!!! You little-! That was a foul!

Lilia: Hm? Whatever are you referring to? Ref, did I do anything?

Referee: I-I didn’t see anything from here that looked like a foul….

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: This guy’s been doin’ all sorts of stuff where the ref can’t see him!

Lilia: You really shouldn’t make such ridiculous claims without any proof to back them up.

(Whack! Thump!)

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Aaah! That hurts!!

Lilia: It hurts? Ref, did you see anything?

Referee: …N-No. You guys have just been standing in the same spot this whole time.

Lilia: Ah, you hear that? Are you just crying wolf? How shameful.

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Tsch….He’s too damn fast….!! I can’t even tell where he’s gonna come at me next…! Dammit!! I got no other choice but to go all out! Uryaaaa!!!

Lilia: And now you’re just charging at me without a thought in the world. What a naïve man. Now here comes my ultimate technique! Special Lilia Attack!

Outskirts of Town Young Persons’ Association Team Member C: Gugyaaaaa!!!

Referee: The victory goes to Lilia!

Kalim: Woah! Lilia sent that guy flying!

Vil: Showy, much?

Kalim: Lilia sure is amazing even though he’s so small.

Lilia: I simply used his own momentum against him. What’s important is your technique. In truth, I went easy on the guy. I could send my opponent flying into the bleachers if I were to get serious.

Kifaji: Oooh…. What a splendid bout!! I couldn’t quite see what exactly what was going on, but Master Lilia’s movements were just grand… He must surely possess a tremendous resolve, and I would be delighted to have him become a Sunset Warrior. Very much so…. Lord Leona, I fear things didn’t quite go as you’d expected?

Leona: Enough with the sarcasm. Lilia, you friggin’- It’s good he won and all but he wasted way too much time! Each and every one of ‘em completely ignored my strategy… Are things really gonna turn out okay like this….

Kifaji: Lord Leona? Where are you off to?

Leona: I’m gettin’ some grub. Leave me alone.

Kifaji: Grub!? Please do not use such words before Lord Cheka!

Referee: The Night Raven College Team advances to round two!

Audience: Yaaay! Woohoo!!!

Kalim: Awesome, we did it!

Grim: Whaddya mean “we”? You lost your match, Kalim.

Kalim: Ahahah, you’re right. I’ll win the next one!

???: Oh you will, will ya?

Leona: The hell happened with the plan, Kalim? You know, the one where you try an’ pull off a draw?

Jack: Leona Senpai!? Is it okay for you to leave the VIP area?

Leona: Seeing as you guys clearly have zero intention to listen to a single word I said, I figured ya’ll must have come up with some great new plan all by yourselves. I thought I’d come down here and have a listen. Kalim, the hell were you thinking goin’ after that guy like that?

Kalim: Well, this festival only comes once a year and all, so I thought everybody would get really excited if I won the match instead of ending it in a draw.

Leona: I’m at a loss for words. You didn’t just get your priorities backwards, you totally lost sight of ‘em. And Lilia. Didn’t I tell ya to finish up your matches quick?

Lilia: You can blame my opponent, he’s the one who was trying to cheat. People like that must be punished accordingly, you know.

Leona: Don’t go talkin’ like you’re on the executive committee or something. Stop stickin’ your nose into places it doesn’t belong. And Vil…

Vil: What? Unlike these two, I followed your plan to a “T”. Anyways, I won, so I don’t see what’s there to complain about?

Leona: A weak opponent like that shouldn’t have given ya such a hard time. We still got two rounds left and you already got yourself injured…

Vil: I was only acting. I’m perfectly fine, so don’t worry.

Leona: ….It’s no use. I can’t trust any of ya. It ain’t gonna be easy to win this thing, and ya’ll didn’t even get the chance to sit back and watch Kalim’s match play out… The rest of the teams are going up next. I’ll come up with some strategies we can use against these guys in round two. And I want ya’ll to pay close attention to all these fights, too. If they win, you could end up fightin’ ‘em down the road.

Episode 4-7

Referee: That concludes Match 7 of Round 1! The Fruit Stand Team is the winner! Up next is Match 8!

Leona: Round one’s gonna end after this match. The teams so far ain’t been nothin’ to write home about.

Lilia: I wonder what the remaining teams will be like?

Referee: Will the contender from the Sunset Team please come to the arena!

Sunset Team Member A: Coming!

Leona: These guys are…!

Lilia: Hn? Is something the matter, Leona? Is he an acquaintance of yours?

Sunset Team Member C: Lord Leona? Are you there!

Vil: I think he’s calling for you.

Kalim: Maybe he needs to ask Leona something? Heeey! If you’re looking for Leona, he’s right here!

Leona: Tsch.

Sunset Team Member C: Lord Leona…! So you really have returned to Sunset Savannah.

Grim: The heck? These guys are totally glaring down our coach.

Vil: What did you do to them, Leona?

Leona: I ain’t done nothing.

Sunset Team Member C: That’s right! We won both the previous tournament, as well as the tournament before that one.

Lilia: Ah, so these are the reigning champions. No wonder they look so much more formidable than the other teams here.

Sunset Team Member C: Naturally.

Sunset Team Member B: In order to become Sunset Warriors, we’ve been training diligently day after day. And finally, we grabbed hold of that glory we’ve long been yearning for. We were so happy, but…

Leona: Oh, yeah? That’s great.

Sunset Team Member C: No it’s not!

Sunset Team Member B / C: And that’s because we haven’t been able to complete the “Lessons of the Guardian”, Lord Leona!

Sunset Team Member C: Even if a team wins the tournament, if they don’t complete the “Lessons of the Guardian”, then they have no right to claim the honorable title of Sunset Warrior.

Sunset Team Member B: We even enquired by Lord Leona himself and he promised he’d perform the lessons with us, but… He stood us up time and time again and we haven’t heard from him since!

Lilia: Ah, that’s right. Leona’s been shirking his responsibilities these past few years.

Kalim: Wait, really? Leona, you broke your promise to them…. Don’t you feel bad for them?

Leona: The hell should I care? I don’t remember makin’ any promises with these guys. Besides, I got plenty of other stuff to take care of. I can’t even tell ya how busy I am everyday with my dorm warden job at school.

Jack: Right. …Right?

Sunset Team Member C: We fully intend to win the tournament this year and complete the lessons. Lord Leona, I hope you’re watching!

Lilia: These three are experienced champions. Please do show us just how skilled you are.

Referee: Let the battle begin!

(Bam!)

Sunset Team Member A: I got the beads.

Referee: Victory goes to the Sunset Team!

NRC Students: !!!

Kalim: W-woah….! I blinked and it was already over!

Grim: I’m not even sure what just happened!

Lilia: I had envisioned they’d be proficient at this game, but their physical capabilities are absolutely phenomenal. They’re in a league of their own.

Vil: Just who are these people anyways?

Leona: They’re… They’re imperial guards.

NRC Students: Huh!!!!???

Cheka: Good luck everybody!

Imperial Guard A: You guys better not lose! Lord Cheka is watching!

Imperial Guard B: That’s right! And Chamberlain Kifaji has been training you guys the whole past year just for today!

Leona: What…Kifaji’s been training ‘em!?

Kifaji: Ho ho ho. I believe you’ve stumbled upon a road block in your path to victory, Night Raven College Team.

Episode 4-8

Leona: Dammit, Kifaji! This is crossing the line…!

Kalim: Kifaji taught Leona how to play Catch the Tail, and he taught this team, too? So they’re probably really strong.

Lilia: Yes, they must be hardcore. I’m sure since they have pride in their position as Imperial Guards, their emotional attachment towards the “Sunset Warrior” title is much stronger than that of your average person. I myself was once General of the Right of Briar Valley’s Imperial Guard, so I can understand very well how they must feel.

(Bam!)

Sunset Team Member B: I nabbed their beads.

Referee: Victory once again goes to the Sunset Team! The Sunset Team advances to round two!

Kalim: It’s already over. We hardly had any time to watch them fight.

Vil: They’re even stronger than I’d imagined.

Lilia: That hyena beastman who didn’t compete in this round appears to be their team leader. Too bad we couldn’t get a glimpse of his fighting style.

Vil: At any rate, looks like they’ll be tough to beat.

Leona: I wasn’t thinkin’ those three of all people would enter the tournament. Which one of ya should I have fight against ‘em…. I’ll think of some matchups that’ll give us the best chance at winning.

Kalim: Awesome. That’s good to hear!

Leona: If ya’ll fight like you normally do, our team would have a 99% chance of losing… But if ya follow my strategy, we’ll have about a 50% chance instead.

Vil: …Okay. That’s not at all reassuring.

Leona: The guys on that team are the top soldiers in this country’s Imperial Guard. That alone should give ya enough to worry about. Never woulda thought that Kifaji would go and train ‘em himself. It’s hard to believe how good they are.

Grim: What’s that? You guys aren’t chickening out, are ya? Lame. Nyahahaha! If you put me in that arena, I’d wipe the floor with ‘em!

Sunset Team Member C: ….Heh. You’ve got some charming friends there, Lord Leona. It’d be a disgrace upon the Imperial Guard if we let you underestimate us like that….. Here, I’ll let you in on a secret. To ensure we’ll win the tournament this year, we’ve prepared a secret weapon.

Vil: A secret weapon….?

Sunset Team Member C: A special combatant. According to the rules, one substitute member is permitted per team, and we can swap out a member per our discretion. Of course, this substitute must be registered before the start of the tournament.

Leona: The hell…? I never heard of that rule before.

Sunset Team Member C: It’s a new rule that was established a few years ago, since more and more people have been getting injured during the tournament over the years. I guess since you’ve been running away from Catch the Tail for so long, Lord Leona, you weren’t aware of it.

Leona: Dammit Kifaji. I bet he kept that rule a secret from me on purpose. Does he seriously not wanna see our Imperial Guard lose the tournament that badly… Nah. He just wants me to do the “Lessons of the Guardian” at any cost.

Jack: The guy’s really got it in for you, huh…

Vil: You really get the sense of just how much trouble Leona normally causes for Kifaji-san.

Grim: I-If you lemme at that secret weapon, I’ll knock their socks off!

Sunset Team Member C: Heh heh heh… We’ll see about that.

Sunset Team Member B: Even amongst us Imperial Guard, this warrior is regarded as a legend. He’s retired from the service, but…. When it comes to Catch the Tail, his overwhelming power was said to fell any opponent. I hope you guys are looking forward to going up against him.

Sunset Team Member A: We’ll excuse ourselves now.

(The Sunset Team members depart)

Leona: …Thanks to Grim’s big mouth, we got ourselves some juicy info. This is the first time on this whole trip you done somethin’ useful, furball. Good move.

Grim: Huh? Nyahahah! Sounds like you finally recognized my greatness!

Lilia: Well, it was completely by accident.

Kalim: Their team is already super strong, and they’ve got someone even stronger waiting in the wings? I wonder how that match is gonna turn out.

Lilia: They’ve definitely got the upper hand when it comes to overall strength.

Vil: Things aren’t looking too good for us…

Leona: Those guys place so much importance on their pride, yet still they went an’ asked some retiree to help 'em out… Just goes to show they’re dead serious about all this. You’ll be going up against them in the finals, so I’ll have to revise our battle plan. …Tsch. I need to get back to the VIP area now. I’ll sneak out here again when the finals start. Ya’ll better not lose in the meantime.

Episode 1

Episode 2 (Part 1)

Episode 2 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 1)

Episode 3 (Part 2)

Episode 3 (Part 3)

Episode 4 (Part 1)

Episode 5

#leona kingscholar #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #jack howl #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #tamashina-mina

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hazellevessque · 1 month

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what exactly is young royals about? (feel free to ramble on and create an extremely long post I am very curious)

Oh I am so glad you asked this. I’m not sure whether you want spoilers or not so I’ll do the non-spoiler version.

Ok so basically there’s this guy named Wilhelm (but pretty much only his parents and the press call him that. Everyone else calls him Wille). He’s the Prince of Sweden. And he’s basically a “Party Prince.” He begged his parents to let him go to public high school, so he made a bunch of friends there. One day he and his friends decided to sneak into a club (because Party Prince) (he’s 16 btw) and everyone is recording him because… he’s the Prince. Then he asks this one guy to leave him alone, but the guy doesn’t. They end up getting into a fight. Everyone in the club starts recording and it turns into this big Royal Family Scandal™️

The Royal Court makes Wille publicly apologize and a part of that apology is saying that he is going to start going to this fancy private school called Hillerska. It’s where his older brother (Erik, he’s 20) went and where his cousin (August, 18) is currently attending. And Wille is NOT happy about it. He basically spends the next 15 minutes of the show complaining and being pissed off at the world.

Erik drops him off at Hillerska and we meet August, who’s pretty much a jerk. Erik tells Wille that everything he does affects the royal family and that he should start being more responsible. Wille, Erik, and August go to this ceremony that the school set up for Wille to join because he’s the Prince and special treatment ig. The chorus has a song, and there’s a boy who has a solo in the song. His name is Simon. Wille basically can’t take his eyes off him.

Now, here’s the thing about Simon. Everyone at Hillerska is filthy rich. But not Simon. He’s a non-res, so he commutes to school ever morning instead of staying at the boarding school. The only reason he’s at this school is because his sister, Sara got bullied at her old public school so much for her autism and ADHD that she was held back a grade. She was so scared to go to school that she didn’t have enough attendance to pass. Their mom sent her to Hillerska so she could have a fresh start, and Simon followed because he didn’t want her to be alone. Simon hates everything about Hillerska and has no friends. He’s also a part of a working class and pretty poor. His dad is an alcoholic and drug addict, and his parents divorced a few years ago.

August and his friends want to have a whole party to welcome Wille. But they need booze because high school party. (I’ve been to one hs party in my life and left after 30 minutes because I hated it). They’re like “Oh. Simon is poor. He probably knows a dealer” or something like that. Basically they say that if Simon gets them the booze then they’ll allow him and Sara to the party. Simon doesn’t care, but he knows Sara really wants to make friends, and he thinks that she might be able to at this party. He agrees.

Basically, Simon goes to his dad for the booze without his family knowing, his dad gives it to him, and Simon and Sara go to the party. Wille and Simon somehow end up hanging out because Wills doesn’t like August or his bitchy friends. They leave the party and have a talk outside, but Wille is pretty drunk so he’s just saying all this shit and Simon is just laughing at him. August tries to find Wille but Wille makes Simon and him duck and they end up really close while this happens.

They become friends and then Wille goes through this whole gay crisis because he feels so different around this person???? And it’s not like his other friendships???? And he’s freaking out????

Meanwhile Sara met this girl named Felice at the party, who’s Wille’s childhood friend and now goes to Hillerska. They become friends to and she invites Simon and her to this movie night all the Hillerska kids are having.

Wille’s gay crisis is still going strong and he literally prompts his hand for Simon to hold it during the jump scares (it’s a horror movie) and Simon ends up holding his hand. Wille’s crisis continues but like dude you brought that upon yourself. (And he’s also thinking about how this would effect the royal family and everything) and he leaves the movie room and has a panic attack in the hallway.

Simon follows to make sure he’s okay and they end up kissing (hooray!!!) but not really hooray because the next day Wille goes to Simon in the music room and is like “IM NOT GAY THAT WAS A MISTAKE IM NOT GAY CAN WE PLEASE STILL BE FRIENDS I JUST DONT LIKE BOYS” (which is a lie. Wille I know what you are) (He’s an unlabeled icon btw)

(Also side note this is why everyone calls the music rooom homophobic. Something terrible always happens to Wille and Simon in that room)

But then he really thinks about it and is like “fuck the royal court I’m in love with this boy” and they start dating in secret. (Not really dating because they constantly get sidetracked because this really terrible thing happens to Wille that comes out of NOWHERE which I will not share because spoilers)

And it’s really hard because the royal court does NOT approve of this endeavor because Simon is not only a boy but a POOR boy (gasp) and there’s also all this other drama going on because August likes Felice, Felice likes Wille (she doesn’t really she only likes the idea of a Prince) and Wille is in love with Simon (I’m trying to hard to explain this to you without spoilers)

There are also a BUNCH of subplots which I will not be explaining because it’ll take forever

Yeah that’s basically the show and it’s heartbreaking because of all the pressures the royal court puts on Wille and his relationship with Simon and it’s a lot for him. And all this stuff is going on with Simon’s family and it’s so so so sad. The series finale comes out next Monday.

Anyways I’m happy to give you a version with spoilers if you want

#Gods I love infodumping #Also if you decide to watch the show I’m just gonna warn you now #There are sex scenes and no one told me about this so I got jump scared when I watched if #At least I skip through them #young royals #wilmon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #felice ehrencrona #august horn #august horn of årnäs #sara eriksson #ask

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ellemfaoh · 2 years

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Hello~ may I request a Brady Hepner with like the little trend on tiktok where the reader accidentally texts him basically talking about their crush on him, thinking it was their friend. Thank you, I hope you have a good day/night💕

Modern!Vance x GN!Reader

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Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff, Accidental Confession, Somewhat Plot Heavy

Summary: You, a small side character that was near Vance in The Black Phone, accidentally messaged him on Instagram, thinking you were talking with Gwen Blake, telling him about how major the crush you had on him was. You didn’t realize until it was too late.

Author's Note: I decided to change the plot to be more of a Modern!Vance AU because I’m not sure the actors would like fanfics written about themselves. But I tried to make Vance as Brady Hepner as possible when he was out of the role, iykwim. I hope that’s fine!

Author’s Note 2.0: I can’t even fuck with you guys when I say I finished writing this in band, I’ve had to reformat this shit 4 times, and my laptop is broken so if it looks weird I apologize. My life is literally in shambles and school started like yesterday

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At first it was a small thing. You talked to Vance when your scene got a break called, cracking a joke about how busted the pinball machine was—considering that there were multiple instances where the score wouldn’t increase when he hit something, or how the flipper on the left sometimes malfunctioned. Sure, it was as authentic a machine they could get, but there were a lot of errors when it came to this scene sometimes. He laughed and mentioned how he saw you jump a little when he yelled, reassuring you that he really wouldn’t do something like that.

You were hooked from then.

Your friendship slowly progressed as the shooting of the film went on. You gushed about how much you liked the vibe of the late 70’s in this movie, and Vance talked about how he really liked the jackets he got to wear for this role. He was a little bummed when he didn't get to take them home, but apparently he’s been trying to get them to give him the jackets. You told him how excited you were to get a chance to be in a feature film, even when you weren’t a major part of the story. You just stood next to him and got knocked into the machine while he played pinball. You were pretty happy your character was getting bumped into, and not the one doing the bumping. Even if it was a role, you’d rather not have to act out getting thrown to the floor. Though, maybe it wouldn’t have been too bad since Vance would grab you and hold you close.

You had to shake the daydream away, making sure your blush wasn’t visible to him. Though, he probably wouldn’t have noticed considering he was talking about how he nearly cried out of joy when the director called him and told him he landed the role. You just sat and smiled next to him as he talked, periodically grabbing your water bottle and drinking. It did get kind of warm when there were a bunch of people in one room for a while trying to get the perfect shot.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Vance said, voice laced with a confused tone.

“Hm?” You hummed, lips pressed against your bottle.

“I’m like, ninety percent sure that’s my water bottle.”

You choked, swallowing the water so it didn’t get spat all over, some of it dribbling down your chin as you coughed. Vance laughed and patted your back, trying to make the liquid and air go the correct way through your throat. With an apology, you wiped your mouth and got up to get him a new drink. You almost dropped the new bottle when he made a joke about ‘eye for an eye’ and took your previous bottle.

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“Cut!” Was yelled by the director, directing everyone to start this segment of the scene from the top as a camera person helped Brady up from his place on the floor.

All he did was laugh, saying something along the lines of, “These jeans are so tight. How did 70’s kids do anything?” He looked over at you when you laughed on the sidelines, laughing along with you.

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Tonight was the premier of the movie, all of the hard work the actors put in finally paying off. It was a pretty big hit amongst the audience, and critics seemed to enjoy it, considering the rating stayed around the 80’s. You weren’t a major enough character in this film to really say you did that much, but you did have a few other shows and movies where you were a major or major-minor character, so the photographers asked you to pose for photos regardless. While your previous works weren’t too popular, this movie was definitely going to help your career—same with Finney, Gwen, Albert Shaw, and the rest of the ‘Ghost Kids’— as you guys dubbed them amongst the crew.

You walked off to the side pretty quickly, talking with Bruce and Griffin about some inside jokes concerning the movie and what you guys thought of other horror movies. When you looked up at them both, you noticed they were looking behind you for some reason, but just before you could turn your head, a pair of hands blocked your vision, a loud “BOO!” shouted from behind you. You and Vance laughed at his joke, giving him a joking punch in the shoulder while he pulled his new movie moves on you.

“I hate that you learned some amount of combat.”

“And I love it.”

Neither of you paid the cameras flashing much attention at that moment, simply living in the moment as Bruce and Griffin joined in. You were all grateful for the opportunity to be in such an amazing movie and meet equally amazing people, the rest of the cast coming over to join in on the activity, the paparazzi getting as many shots as possible.

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It had been a few days since you last hung out with any of the TBP cast, rest at home on your bed and scrolling on your phone, seeing Instagram appreciation posts for the movie sent to you by Gwen. You were almost shocked that they were about you.

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Gwen: Looks like you’re getting a little more popular!

(Y/N): Oh shush, it’s just one post y’know

Gwen: Yeah, but look at the likes

Gwen: Try searching up a few of the directors and casting people you follow, you might be surprised to see ;)

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You thought for a moment, swiping off of the messaging with your friend and going to your ’following’ list, swiping through the list. There weren’t many other people you followed aside from fellow actors, good friends, and directors you admired; hoping one day to work with them one day by hoping they’d scroll onto your page or find you somewhere online. You were grateful for spam accounts though, mostly because there were other interests you had, but you had to keep your page “professional.”

Going back to the post, you searched up usernames in the liked section—eyes nearly popping out of your head when you saw a few directors had liked the post, along with your friends. You squealed and kicked your legs in the air out of excitement, tapping on Gwen’s profile in the list and DMing her about your findings. She was offline right now, but she’d see it soon.

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(Y/N): OMG, YOU WERE RIGHT, SOME DIRECTORS ACTUALLY LIKED THAT POST ABOUT ME!!

(Y/N): Hehe, so did Vance

(Y/N): I know you’re probably tired of hearing me gush about him, but you’re the only one who knows about my crush.

(Y/N): Which is good, because then it’d probably cause some sorta weird domino effect in our group and his career and stuff, which I wouldn’t wanna ruin

(Y/N): But Vance is so handsome Gwen, like…

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If anyone could see Vance right now, they’d probably laugh at him. His face was a blooming red. He at first chuckled when he realized you meant to talk to Gwen, so he was about to tell you the mistake…until he learned about your apparent crush on him. Now he couldn’t stop reading, watching his notifications pop up as to not alert you he had actually been reading your messages. Oh god. What should he do? I mean, he knew how you felt now. Have you always felt like this? How long have you been crushing on him? When did Gwen learn? Did anyone else know? He had a million questions running through his head.

Maybe that kind of explains why you acted some ways. He always thought you just had some sort of quirks about you; which is kind of why he never questioned your behavior. Actors in general are pretty interesting people just by themselves. What were you thinking of when you spaced off talking to him? Or when you watched him during every scene he was shooting—I mean everyone was watching, but he always felt your eyes the most. That could also explain the racing of his heart right now. He never thought about it, but it seemed he also had a special place for you, and now he was finally realizing it.

He likes you too.

“God…” He muttered into his pillow, pushing his bangs and the hair in his face back. That explained why he was excited to shoot scenes when you were with him in them. Why he liked hanging out with you in a different way as opposed to how it felt hanging out with Bruce or Finn outside of filming.

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(Y/N): Gwen??

(Y/N): Normally you’re online to tell me to stop by now

(Y/N): Are you shooting a new film or something?

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It was weird to you, seeing that Gwen wasn’t online in the middle of your vance spam. Maybe she was shooting a new movie or at an audition. You decided to click on the profile button to look and see if she updated her bio or posted something on her story, but you were horrified to learn that you weren’t texting Gwen the whole time. You were texting Vance.

“Oh my god.” You said, dread filling every inch of your being. Sure you wanted to confess to him one day…but not like this! “No no no no no!” You shouted, instantly firing some apology messages.

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(Y/N): Vance I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I clicked on your account.

(Y/N): Just ignore that!

(Y/N): Sorry, it must’ve been weird to get some messages from me like that

(Y/N): You can just ignore them, we can still be friends if you want and I swear I won’t be weird or anything!

Vance: Don’t worry about it

Vance: It was kind of funny watching you gush about my hair and jawline haha

Vance: And

Vance: It’s nice to know you feel the same way

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Vance was too scared to look at your response, nervously bouncing his leg as he sat on the edge of his bed and contemplated every moment in his life that led him to this moment. How was he stupid enough to not realize you liked him and that he liked you? He had so many opportunities to tell you in person; quiet moments off set when you guys would talk about small things, the movie premier, the times you hung around on the set of that little mart. Stupid, stupid Vance.

Meanwhile, on your end of the phone you were freaking out. “He feels the same way?” You questioned at first, letting the air in the room settle for a bit before it dawned on you. Holy shit. Vance Hopper felt the same way about you! He also had a crush on you! Squealing and celebrating in joy took you about five minutes, the idea to reply not even dawning on you. When you did realize however, you were quick to send out a few messages.

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(Y/N): Well then, I guess we should set something up then

Vance: Yeah, we should :)

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You both sat there on opposite sides of the screen smiling at your phones.

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