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kentoxo · 5 months ago

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okay so ur writing is so good wth. i wanted to request smth...

hear me out: toge with a partner who's never been able to finish with anyone in bed before. like all he would have to do is use he cursed speech....

i'm crying screaming and slamming my keyboard. this is such a hot concept, stop. I wish we saw more of him in this series, they did my man dirrtyyyyy. thank u for your compliment & thank you for this req anon, i got u <3

pairing: reader(f) x bf!inumaki (aged up)

synopsis: you didn’t want to admit you were never satisfied. It was simply that previous partners weren't able to keep up or just didn't care to put in the work in bed. But for Inumaki, your satisfaction was before anything. He couldn't finish if you didn't, first. And he knew exactly what to do.

warnings: shower sex, oral (head), overstimulation, sexual use of cursed speech

a/n: i got nothing, just thank you for the req and thank u to everyone who enjoys my writing :)

You didn't think you were that hard to satisfy, but history seems to repeat itself in torturous ways.

Before you dated Toge, your sex life was very...unfulfilling to say the least. Left and right, all the men you've dated or just fucked could never quite reach you to the point of ecstasy. Having to fake an orgasm became subconscious to you, and you never learned to speak up for yourself and your sexual needs. That was, until you met Toge.

Toge was different from the men you've met prior. Though he was a man of very few words, he was an amazing listener and a better lover. In the few months that you have been dating, Toge has been the most considerate gentleman of them all. He's never verbalized his love, but you've always felt it in his actions.

After a very uncomfortable conversation regarding your unfulfilling sex life, Toge was determined to make love to you. The way it's supposed to be done.

But tonight was different. Toge's plans were far beyond what you could have ever imagined.

On your way home from work, you were welcomed into a recently cleaned house. Toge purposely took on an early mission instead of his usual night venture, making it opportune. to surprise you with a clean house. As you put your bag down, Toge quickly met you in the hallway.

You smelled the familiar scent of pine needle and cedar atlas. The woody musk that emanated from his body complimented his lazy, home fit. He was draped in a black long sleeve shirt, the cotton fabric that allowed him to stretch the way he likes. With hands stuffed in his gray sweats, the man stood before you proudly.

"Hi, m'love," you coo quietly. While you took off your shoes, Toge crouched down to meet your height and smiled warmly. It was rare to see his mouth, the Snake Eyes and Fangs seal sitting comfortable at the ends of his lips.

He gently pats your head with his hand, "Kelp." With his other hand, he grabbed your slippers from the rack, and placed them before you. Your heart flutters as you slipped your tired feet in them and adjusted. "Salmon roe," Toge says quietly.

Hmm? You wonder in your head as the tall, slim man turned the corner to the kitchen. You follow swiftly behind him, only to find dinner ready at your small dining table. "Oh Toge, you didn't have to!" You exclaim at his kind gesture. Due to Toge's constant night missions, you took on the role to cook for you two. But since he decided to take a daytime mission, he had enough time to rest and cook.

Toge only smiles widely before pulling your chair back a bit and waiting for you. He was so good to you, your heart could break out of your chest from profound emotion. You felt warm, and your whole body felt like it could float. You take your seat and feel him push you in slowly. He takes his seat across from you and giddily watches as you take your first few bites.

The flavors saunter in your mouth like two lovers in a tango, "oh my goodness, Toge!" You nod your head in approval, "this is so good! You have to teach me one of these days."

Toge truly paid attention to you when he makes no advances on you until you were showered. He knew you wanted to wash off your day, especially with how taxing your job was. So although he wanted to kiss you desperately, he also knew a thing or two about patience. But, you would never push away his advances whenever his mood was over the roof.

With the shower already prepared (courtesy of your boyfriend), you quickly stripped and entered the shower. Warm water sent shots of pleasure through your body, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Droplets of water streamed down your chest, with the dews hanging from your now erect buds.

As you rubbed soap all around your wet body, you heard the bathroom door open and close. "Toge?" You asked calmly. The sliding door of the shower was designed distorted, so you could see a body but not the details. He confirmed his presence with a gentle Salmon roe, so you smiled and carried on. But through the door, you noticed that the black and gray of his outfit was suddenly being removed from his body.

You decide not to question it and continue to clean yourself. But then the sliding door began to open slowly, and your lovers head peeped into the shower. He's seen your body before, but even so. "B-baby?" You stutter a bit, your face hot and crimson from his jade eyes.

Toge was completely stripped before you, verifying that your eyes did not deceive you. He was slim but toned, his muscles subtle but very present. His abs dented lightly down his stomach, his thighs ornate with shaded grooves of muscle. He completely enters his body and slides the shower shut, looking down at you with eyes full of hunger and lust.

"Just wanted to shower with me?" You ask curiously, your body completely ornated with lathered soap and pearl bubbles. He doesn't give a clear answer, you couldn't quite read his expression. "Toge?"

In a sudden movement, his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls your lips to his. His member pressed against your stomach, feeling it twitch eagerly from the long-awaited contact. His lips were always so soft and smooth as they massaged your bottom lip gleefully. They tasted of strawberry, and his mouth of lemonade after having a cup with dinner. He tasted of summer, the saccharine sweetness of his mouth and love tantalizing.

These were the moments of exception, when Toge could not contain himself. His hands found solace on your ass, his fingers denting into your cheeks desperately. He rubbed them lovingly, squeezing and pulling them. He would slide upwards to rub the tips of his fingers against the dip of your back. He couldn't get enough of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands playing with his platinum locks. Toge grew his hair quite a bit, his spikes no longer able to stay up. They hang just before his shoulder blades, his locks sticking on his back due to the water. His skin was rough due to his extensive collection of scars but you didn't mind. This is Toge, and you loved everything about him.

He pulls back quickly, your lips missing his warmth. You look at him trivially, waiting for his next move. His eyes burn into yours, his jade eyes dimming. He takes both of your wrists and turns you around. Now facing the wall where the shower head hung, he guides your hands to the wall. The shower now focusing its water on your ass, you look back anxiously at your silent lover. "B-baby? What are you--ooh!"

Toge's lips found their way to your upper back, kissing along your spine. He peppers his kisses downward, using his tongue occasionally to lick along your back. Reaching your ass, he begins to plant multiple kisses on each cheek before his hands find their way to your inner thighs. He pushes them away from each other, with you following his lead and separating them.

In moments, you felt those soft lips against your own. You jump, not expecting to feel his tongue begin to drag in the crevice of your cunt. You could feel your legs already going weak by just the start, his lips finding his way to your leaking hole. He adjusts himself so you could see his head below you, giving you a mischievous smile before taking hold of your hips.

He brings his head back between your thighs, his sharp nose just grazing your clit. "mmm, babyyy," you whined, your toes curling from Toge's sporadic sharp breaths. His cool tongue lapped around your hole before sticking it in fully. His lips were pursed around your cunt, sucking gently before becoming a bit more aggressive. Precum slid out from your cunt like sap from a tree, with Toge desperately wanting to taste you more. "my clit, p-please..."

He hums against your pussy in response, his tongue finding its way to your pearl. He struck gold, your body beginning to tremble as the tip of his tongue twirled around your pretty clit. He licks you selfishly, occasionally sucking it with his teeth teasingly grazing it. You twitched every time he slowly dragged his tongue up your clit.

"s-so good, it f-feels so good, Toge," you moan out, your nails beginning to claw at the porcelain wall. His mouth on your cunt, warm water crawling down your spine. Your body was in paradise, and you were only getting closer and closer to finishing. But, Toge suddenly stops, looking up to see your exasperated face. Your chest was heaving, with your breasts hanging above him, covered in suds and temptation.

He gives you another smile before finding his way back behind you. You were able to relax a little bit, but Toge immediately got to work. He closed your legs, but kept you pressed against the wall. Holding your hip with one hand, he uses his other to rub the tip of his cock at the folds of your pussy. "ahhh..." you moan, eagerly waiting to take him in completely.

Birth control was the best decision you made. You loved feeling his raw cock slowly slide into you. You loved hearing the string of grunts leave his lips, his body shivering from the feeling of your tight walls. It filled you up lovingly, his tip just kindly reaching your g-spot. He whispers another sushi ingredient, waiting for the cue to keep going. "yes, fuck-!"

He started off slowly, his cock going in and out of you. But Toge lacked the patience to keep that pace, and started to go much faster. "h-hey!" You yelp, your nails desperately wanting to dig into the wall. Your boobs hit one another with every thrust, inspiring him to fuck you a little more ruthlessly.

His hands find their way to your chest, his hands taking hold of each tit. He holds them firmly, with your buds now between his indexes and thumbs. The rest of his hands grip your mounds so he could press your ass completely against his body. The palms of your hands lost hold on the wall, with only the tips of your fingers keeping your balance.

He was fucking you the way you loved. His body and yours colliding with the load splashing of water that coated both of your bodies. His quiet grunts and groans did a number on your body, unable to control yourself. You tighten around his member even more, forcing him to slow his pace. But still, Toge rammed his cock in and out of you, your precum mixing with the water and soap that's long left your legs.

"b-baby, I'm gonna cum," you stutter out, "i-i can't hold it in anymore..."

With a few more aggressive thrusts, you let go and finish all over his cock. You felt it sputter out of your pussy, your legs beginning to shake from the overwhelming feeling. Getting fucked like this and finishing-- you would never let history repeat itself again. Toge removes his cock from inside you, holding your hips immediately to make sure you didn't lose your balance.

"Thank you..." you whispered, your voice slightly raspy from your exhaustion and the sex. But when you thought it was done, Toge turns you around to face him and lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, while his hands held you up from your ass. "Toge! W-what are you--?"

Your back meets with the cold wall, and Toge's hands house themselves in the bend of your knees. His cock finds his way back into you, and begins to fuck you mercilessly. His purple eyes watched your body, biting his lip at the sight of your bouncing boobs and the way he was fucking you.

You, however, felt light headed from ecstasy. Your eyes stayed rolled at the back of your head. Your pussy was hot from the overstimulation. You had just came, and Toge was planning to do it again. He was fucking you with the same pace, his cock pushing out your juices at every thrust. "t-too much-- baby, i-it's too much...!"

Your words quickly escape you, only strings of curses and overwhelmed grunts. But Toge was relentless, railing you while keeping eye contact. His cheeks were rosy, his hair completely drenched and sticking to his forehead. His lips were slightly agape, taking in air in desperate breaths. He then winked at you before pressing his torso completely against yours.

His lips found its way to your ear, his jagged breaths tickling it. But then, it happened. "cum for me," Toge demands in a breath, your body contorting immediately from his words. Nails dug into his back, toes curling profusely. You felt your warm juices spill out of you, your pussy twitching around his cock, your body writhing in his hold. Then, in seconds, Toge came as well, filling you to the brim with his warm, sticky cum. He coughs a bit, but he slowly pulls out of you and gently places your feet back on the ground.

You had no words, relying on Toge to finish showering you, wrap you up in a towel, and carry you to the bed. He sits you down on the corner of the bed before running to get you a shirt from his drawer. You slowly slip into it, your eyes following your lover as he dried himself off before finding his own pajamas to slip into.

You continued to watch him as he went to turn off all the lights in your apartment except for the bedrooms. He returns to you, pulling out the covers and pulling the blanket over your body. Toge joins you, taking you into his arms as he rubbed the back of your slightly damp hair.

"Toge?" You ask quietly. He looks at you in your eyes, anticipating your words. "Was that your first time, um... doing that?" Purple eyes don't dare flicker as he nods silently. "Please... please keep doing that."

With a wide smile, a satisfied Salmon leaves his tongue.

a/n: i hope this was good xo. pls continue to fill my inbox with your horny fantastics here (im begging)

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andvys · 6 months ago

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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.

Chapter twenty five ⭐︎ Who could stay? You could stay

Warnings: none really, just a lot of fluff, a bittersweet ending, lots of love and tooth rotting sweetness

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You and Steve take another step and move into a whole new chapter.

Word count: 8.5k

Author's note: this is it, guys. this is the last chapter, all we got is an epilogue coming and thats it, the story is nearly over! It's been six months of dwoht!!!! six months of plotting and writing with @hellfire--cult ily roe, thank you for doing this with me ♡

Series Masterlist ⭐︎ Previous Chapter

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Moving boxes litter your entire house, some are in the hallway, the kitchen and the living room, some already emptied, some of them are still unopened, sealed with duct tape. Most boxes are in your bedroom though, yours and Steve’s bedroom.

David Bowie’s voice sounds through the speakers, the wind that blows through your open window touches your bare skin, you are only wearing a t-shirt of his, your hair is pulled up in a scrunchie that he picked out for you when you went shopping together, your knees dig into the soft carpet beneath you as you sort through his movie and comic collection, taking them out of the box and stacking them up on your shelf where you had already made space for him. You were honestly a little surprised to find the Captain America comic books in one of his drawers back at his house, he never mentioned them nor did you see him ever holding a comic book in his hand but apparently he only liked them when he was a kid and he grew out of his ‘nerdy’ phase when he turned thirteen. Sure. He told you not to pack them, he told you he doesn’t need them anymore but you saw the look in his eyes, the comfort that teenage boy got from getting lost in a world of superheroes, so you packed them into the box and now they’re finding home on your shelf, ready for him to reach whenever.

You don’t feel his eyes on you at this moment, you are too focused on the memories he packed, on the pictures you find next, of the teens, of Robin and Eddie, of his parents and some of his from his childhood, pictures of you.

Steve had never felt more at peace than he does now, standing in your now shared bedroom, he is sorting through his clothes, placing them on the hangers and into your closet, he is sneaking glances at you, wearing the biggest smile on his face. Your hair is falling out of the scrunchie, his shirt is riding up on your thighs, a soft look resides in your eyes and on your lips as you flip through the pictures he took to his new home. His heart skips strongly as he looks at you, he’s got everything he ever wanted, absolutely everything.

When you asked him to move in with you after only two weeks of dating, he didn’t waste a second to say ‘yes’, perhaps he even sounded a little too desperate when that word left his lips but he couldn’t help it. He hated to be away from you, even more so than before, when you weren’t dating yet. He didn’t want to spend a second without you, and neither did you. You clung to each other from the moment he asked you to be his girlfriend, not a single night was spent without the other. You ate breakfast, lunch and dinner together, you showered together and cuddled on the couch in front of the tv, every night. You never went to sleep without one another, so ‘why wait?’, you said before you asked him.

He had no trouble leaving his house, it was only ever home because of you and he felt more at home here than he ever did back there. He felt no sadness to leave it behind, only excitement and happiness to enter this chapter of your life together.

Steve looks at the polaroid camera next to your bed, feeling the urge to keep this moment not only in his memory but also in a picture. He places his yellow sweater into your closet before he makes his way over to the nightstand, he picks up the camera and turns it on, removing the cap leans, he tip toes closer to you and kneels down, squinting one eye shut as he aims the camera at you and he captures a perfect moment.

A look of surprise flashes in your features, your brows are pulled up, your lips parted as you stare at the notes in your hand, the notes that fell out of the little notebook that you can only assume to be from his days at school. You didn’t mean to open it or even look inside, it could be a diary, after all. But the notes fell out when you took it out of the box.

You blink, once, twice. You feel as though your eyes are betraying you as you read the words on the white paper. The ink is a little faded, but you can still see every letter clearly.

Your heart is skipping in your chest.

What are you looking at perv?

Your handwriting.

Your note.

You remember that day, you remember how you caught him staring at you, throughout the whole class, the hopeless girl in you was blushing but… the teenage you was annoyed, thinking that he was just messing with you, thinking that he somehow found out about your crush on him and decided to tease you, to play with you.

You put the note down on your lap and read the other.

Very funny, are you running out of girls to flirt with, King Steve?

You don’t even hear the clicking sound of the camera, you pay no mind to the flash going off either. You are too surprised by what you see as you keep flipping through the notes that he kept, the ones he kept for years, back when he didn’t even like you.

You flinch in surprise when you feel a pair of arms around your waist but quickly relax and melt into him, into his embrace, into his warm touch. Your lips curl into a smile when his own press soft kisses to your neck, whispering into your skin.

“King Steve was an idiot, wasn’t he? He couldn’t throw away these notes but still kept acting like a dick to you.”

The thought of him struggling to throw your notes into the trash, makes your chest swell with warmth.

You tilt your head back to face your boyfriend, you place the notes down and wrap your hand around his wrist.

“Did… you keep them on purpose?” You ask as for a moment, you thought that he might’ve forgotten them.

“I did, my heart just didn’t allow me to throw them away.”

You chuckle at his words and shake your head, “yeah, sure.”

“It’s true, honey!” He exclaims, squeezing your waist.

You flinch in surprise, a giggle falling from your lips as you hold his wrists tighter.

“It always knew who it belonged to.” He whispers with no humor in his voice, just genuine honesty, because it’s true, his heart knew, it always knew.

“You’re such a sap, Steve Harrington,” you say, though with nothing but a wide smile on your lips.

“Yeah, I’m your sap,” he grins, clinging tighter to your waist, he nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing you in and kissing you there, feeling his heart swelling in excitement, in love as he thinks of his future now, a future he thought he would only ever dream of, a future you both want, with one another. He will get to wake beside you every morning, with you in his arms, greeted by your soft touch, by your sweet kisses, he will get to sit at the breakfast table with you, write the grocery list with you while you enjoy your morning coffee, he will kiss you before leaving for work and he will come home, not to an empty house like he used to, no, he will come to you, his home.

You cup the side of his face when you tilt your head back, chasing his lips with your own, you both giggle when your noses bump together before your mouths touch and you both get lost in the sweet kiss you can never get enough of.

His feelings grow stronger and stronger, each passing second, they get bigger and brighter, evolving into something he never thought was even possible to feel, something bigger than love, something he can’t even describe with words, even if he tried to but he feels like the happiest man in the world – in the fucking universe.

He feels bonded to you, he belongs to you and you to him.

He pulls away from the kiss with an even bigger smile on his face than before, he caresses your cheek and looks into your eyes, “I think… no, I know,” he corrects himself, pressing his lips to yours once more, “you’re my soulmate.”

A soft giggle escapes you, you tilt your head to the side and move closer to him. Staring at the loving look in his hazel eyes, the relaxed and happy smile he now constantly wears.

“You really think–”

He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips, “I know so,” he whispers against your mouth, “my heart knows, I know.”

“Soulmates,” you whisper and wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck, crawling into his lap, he happily pulls you tighter against him. “I love the sound of that.”

“I chose you.”

“Oh, did you?” You giggle. “We weren’t made for each other? You just chose me? That’s how it works?”

Steve squeezes your waist, moving one hand up your body, he cradles your face again and tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “oh honey, I think we were made with each other, but I still chose you,” he whispers in confidence, though struggling to word his feelings, his beliefs correctly.

You gaze into his eyes, trying to make sense of his words, though your mind can follow, your heart understands.

“Well, I chose you back, Steve Harrington.”

He smiles and he can’t hold back from kissing you again, kissing the love of his life, kissing you until he can no longer breathe.

Neither of you heard the car pull up into your driveway, or the slam of the front door, or the loud ‘hello’. You are too caught up in each other, in the kiss, in the perfect touches.

“Guys?” Eddie’s voice sounds through the house, “I brought food!”

You are the first to pull away, giggling when he frowns at you and chases after your lips, pecking them once more.

“He brought food.”

“Mhmm, I’d rather eat something else right now,” he murmurs and trails his kisses down to your neck, holding your waist tighter when you try to move away.

Your stomach flips, skin growing warm beneath his hands and his lips, “l-later, Stevie…” You stutter, trying to control your breathing when his lips find that one spot.

“Guys, stop fucking or I swear to Ozzy, I’m gonna come upstairs and–”

“Alright, alright!” Your boyfriend yells out to him, chuckling, “we’re coming!”

“We so are coming,” you giggle into his ear, kissing his cheek before you pull away from him, amused by the groan that falls from his lips, “later.”

His hands fall from your waist as you stand up and walk over to your dresser to grab a pair of shorts to wear, not wanting to flash your best friend by accident.

Steve gets up as well, though his eyes never leave your form, they’re glued on your butt. He licks his lips as he watches you bend over, those silky pink panties look so perfect to rip off… later. He nearly groans again when you pull your black shorts over them. Coming up from behind, he grabs a handful of your ass, earning a squeal from you that only makes him grin when you look back at him.

“You’re obsessed,” you snort and swat his hand away weakly.

“With you? Yes, I am,” he smiles proudly as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts leading you out into the hallway.

“No, with my ass.”

At that, he grabs your ass again, giving it a squeeze, “that too.”

Your giggle echoes through the hallway, and your best friend instantly looks up at the sound of that, standing in the middle of the chaos, surrounded by Steve’s boxes, with two bags of takeout and a confused frown on his face.

“Hey guys.”

“Hi Eds,” you smile at your best friend.

Steve greets him happily, a big smile resting on his face, Eddie isn’t sure if he has ever seen him like this but ever since you two started dating, Steve hasn’t stopped smiling and you are just the same, you’re basically skipping down the stairs, your eyes are shining, your skin is glowing, you are the happiest you have ever been.

You and Steve found each other.

Two pieces that always belonged together.

Two pieces that became one.

Eddie’s eyes move back to all the boxes in your hallway, the handwriting on them is unmistakably Steve’s.

“So uh, what’s all this?” He asks, he has an idea of what this is but a part of him believes that he is just mistaking something.

You and Steve glance at each other, eyes lighting up even more, lips curling into even bigger smiles. You bite your lip and turn back to Eddie.

“Steve is moving in!”

Eddie’s brown eyes grow wide, his lips part in surprise and he nearly drops both bags of takeout, he stares between you two with an expression on his face that nearly makes you both laugh.

He looks around again, catching a glimpse of Steve’s favorite armchair now standing in your living room, along with an opened box, a blanket falling out of it, the one that always decorated the big couch in the living room back at his house.

Clearly, you aren’t joking.

He squints his eyes as he looks back at the two of you, watching the way your boyfriend pulls you back into his chest, his arms slowly moving around your waist.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little too quickly?” He asks, looking between you both bewildered.

You and Steve turn to face one another, you both smile, gazing into each other’s eyes for a moment. His flash with… mischief as his hand begins to travel south, settling on your lower belly.

You both turn back to the metalhead.

“Nah,” you speak in unison.

Eddie blinks, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Steve.

“We uh… sort of cooked a little nugget… a little too soon,” Steve explains, biting back his laugh.

You press your lips together as you stare at your best friend. You place your hand over Steve’s and lean your head back on his shoulder, melting into him when he kisses your temple.

If Eddie’s eyes could grow any wider, they would. He blinks a few times before he closes his eyes completely, shaking his head, his curls bounce. He furrows his brows so strongly, he looks as though he is in pain. He opens his eyes again and takes a deep breath, he looks at your serious face, at his and then at Steve’s large hand covering your stomach protectively.

Little nugget.

You and Steve wait patiently for his reaction.

“Jesus Christ! You horny fuckers don’t know how to use protection!?” He exclaims, raising his arms up, the paper bags in his hands rustle. You’re surprised they didn’t rip yet with the way he is flailing his arms around. “A little nugget!? What the– I need to sit down.”

Steve snorts quietly, amused by the shock on his face.

“Oh, this is crazy,” Eddie sighs, like a shocked father whose teenage girl just revealed her accidental pregnancy.

You can no longer hold it in, bursting into laughter, you infect Steve with it too. His arms tighten around you as you laugh at your best friend.

Eddie’s eyebrows rise up now, his jaw dropping slightly as he finally catches on.

“You really fell for it,” you giggle, blinking back the tears of amusement.

“Can you blame me!?” Eddie nearly yells, pointing at you and Steve, “you’re at it like some goddamn rabbits! Besides, we all know about his breeding kink!”

Your giggles might not ever die down today, Steve’s red cheeks make this moment even better.

“Dude,” he groans.

“It’s true,” Eddie snorts as he relaxes again, coming down from the shock.

“It is,” you nod.

Eddie opens his mouth again, though his smile quickly falls and he scrunches his nose when he looks between you both, a smirk now pulling at Steve’s lips.

“Oh… okay, yeah uh, let’s change the topic,” he shakes his head again, holding up his hand as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Alright, well, there are no nuggets on the way yet, so you can relax.”

Eddie nods, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah, so uh… are you guys hungry?”

You look down at the bags in his hand, only now registering the smell of fries, your mouth waters and your stomach feels empty, all of a sudden.

You nod and open your mouth, but before you or Steve can respond, a knock on the door interrupts you.

Eddie turns to the door before he looks back at you, brown eyes flicking back and forth between yours and your boyfriends, “are you expecting anyone?” He asks, placing the takeout bags on the dresser.

You and Steve both shrug.

“Not really,” you mumble.

Eddie steps forward and opens the door, stepping aside to let you see who is standing on the other side.

“Oh, hello ladies,” Eddie grins, waving at the little girl in Max’s arms.

Your eyes light up in excitement, a warm smile graces your face when you see your niece who is babbling away, waving with her little arms and tugging at Max’s hair who doesn’t even flinch.

“Oh my god,” you nearly squeal, leaving your boyfriend’s embrace, you make your way over to the two girls, “hi! Come here, princess!” You grin, lifting your arms up, giggling when Francine squeaks at the sight of you, making grabby hands before you take her from Max’s arms.

“I missed you so much, Francis!” You whisper and tickle her side, kissing her chubby cheek.

Steve’s heart flutters, a sweet smile tugs at his lips, his cheeks turn rosy and he feels warm all over. Every time he sees you holding your niece, he can’t help but picture you with your own little family. He takes a few steps forward, wrapping his arm around you and taking Francine’s tiny hand, “hi angel,” he whispers, cooing at her when she gets jumpy in your arms, excited to see him. He tickles her belly, making the little girl giggle, “you got so much bigger since the last time!”

Max furrows her brows, not knowing about the day you and Steve babysat Francine together. She chuckles when your niece clasps her tiny hand around his finger.

“Hi guys!” Your sister finally catches up, walking into the house, car keys in one hand and pizza boxes in the other. She stops next to Max, and nudges her shoulder against hers, “I ran into Max downtown when I stopped by to get some pizza!” She explains, placing the boxes on the dresser next to Eddie’s takeout bags, “oh, you got takeout already.”

“Yep, I got some fries and burgers for Blondie and boyfriend over here,” Eddie grins teasingly, knowing that you haven’t introduced him as your boyfriend to her in person yet, you didn’t get the chance to until now, she only just came back from her vacation.

Max snickers at your flustered expression, her and Eddie share a look, both amused by the way you’re trying to hide your face in Steve’s chest which only prompts Francine to grab a handful of his shirt, making him chuckle.

“Oh right,” your sister grins, looking between you two as she makes her way over to you, already opening her arms so she can greet you properly.

Steve lets go of you but Francine doesn’t let him step away, she still holds his finger tightly, making both him and Eddie chuckle when she stares up at him with her big eyes, babbling away.

“She’s just like her auntie,” Eddie comments, laughing when you shoot him a playful glare over your sister’s shoulder.

“How are you, Daisy?” Your sister smiles, squeezing you tightly before pulling away.

You see the teasing look in her eyes when she glances at your boyfriend behind you.

“I’m good,” you reply, unable to do it without a smile, something that makes the look in your sister’s eyes soften because it’s the first genuine ‘I’m good’ that she heard from you in years. You always lied to her about your true feelings, never letting her in, never giving her the words she wanted to hear from you, you kept it all to yourself, not wanting to ‘share’ your misery with the people around you.

She never got through to you, no matter how hard she tried, she never succeeded, but the people in this room did – Eddie and Max did, they gave you back that smile that she missed seeing on your face, they broke you out of that little shell, you were so comfortable in for the past years.

And Steve, he… gave you everything.

You are more than just good. You are happy, happy in a way you have never been before. The walls around you have crumbled completely, the look in your eyes is one of love and contentment, your skin is glowing, your eyes are shining, you are just… happy.

“So… are you gonna introduce me to your boyfriend properly this time?” She teases, only having heard from you about it all on the phone.

Your cheeks grow hot, you know how long she had been waiting for this moment, always teasing and hoping for you to finally fall in love – as though you weren’t hopeless for years already, she was pointing out cute guys for you to date, not knowing that there was only one you had your eyes set on.

“Twinkie–”

“You know that’s not my name,” your sister interrupts you with a glare, making you and Max chuckle.

“Fine,” you snort, saying her real name this time as Steve wraps his arm back around you again, pulling you into him, he grins excitedly as he stretches his hand out to your sister, like it’s their first time meeting, like she didn’t walk in on you and him cuddling on your couch with baby Francine in his arms. She takes his hand with an amused smile.

Max and Eddie share a look, amused by this little introduction.

“That’s my boyfriend Steve,” you say with a giggle, feeling your heart burst with happiness. Francine squeals in your arms, like she’s happy to hear those words, as well, making everyone laugh in the room.

“Steve, that’s my sister.”

“Nice to meet you, Twinkie,” Steve chuckles, earning a glare from her.

You lean your head on his shoulder, adjusting your baby niece on your hip. Steve lets go of your sister’s hand and wraps his arm back around you again, kissing your temple.

“I meant to say that I will kick your ass if you hurt her but I think that Max might beat me to it.”

“You’re right,” Max nods at your sister, crossing her arms over her chest, she gives Steve a pointed look, “he’ll wake up in Billy’s car again if he ever does anything stupid.”

Steve’s eyes widen, he shakes his head at her, holding his hand up slightly with Francine’s hand still wrapped around his finger, “no way, Mayfield.”

Eddie smirks as he throws his arm around Max’s shoulder, grinning at the redhead, “don’t worry, Steve. She’s getting driving lessons from me now.”

You snort.

“That’s even worse, Munson,” Steve scoffs, pointing at Max, “a maniac getting driving lessons from another maniac? Yeah, no goddamn way, you’re getting driving lessons from me now.��

Eddie looks a little offended by his words, he places his hand over his heart, “I’m a good driver.”

“Yeah, besides I’m good enough to drive by myself, I don’t need an instructor, I watched and learned from Billy.”

“Great, another maniac,” Steve sighs.

Your sister laughs at the interaction, she looks around, finally noticing all the boxes though she doesn’t say anything, even as her brows furrow and a curious, confused look flashes in her eyes. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what this means, it’s obvious, even more so with the clear excitement in both yours and his eyes.

You look away from your friends and your boyfriend, drowning out the conversation as you look back at your sister, noticing the look in her eyes and the way she stares at the boxes. You grow a little nervous, not knowing what she thinks of this, what she will say about this but when she meets your eyes, she only shakes her head at you with a smile on her face.

She takes a step closer, placing her hand on her daughter's back as she leans in to whisper in your ear, “when you know you know, and you always knew.”

You nod with a smile on your face, feeling the heat of his body against yours, feeling his loving touch on your shoulder, feeling safe in his embrace.

“Yeah, I did.”

You knew it from the very start.

You were ruined for anyone else, before he even touched you.

And when his lips touched yours for the first time, you knew you were done for, you thought it was over for you, that you would never find happiness after that but now you’re here, he is here, he is all yours and sometimes you are still in disbelief about it all, no matter how many weeks have passed, you still can’t wrap your head around it all, about how lucky you are, just like him.

But there is someone else who is still in disbelief, Dustin. He was so convinced that you were dating Eddie, he just couldn’t understand how it all went by him that you and Steve had been a thing for months already, that you weren’t Eddie’s girl but Steve’s girl.

He is even more in shock now as he is in your living room, taking in the sight of Steve’s belongings in your house, all the moving boxes.

You invited all your friends over after the surprise visits you had already gotten, the amount of food Eddie and your sister brought was way too much anyways, so Steve made a call and invited all your friends over, well, most of them.

Argyle went back to California. Jonathan who declined both college acceptance offers to Lenora Hills Community college and Emerson, made his dream come true of going to NYU, after a long and honest talk with Nancy, they decided to follow their own dreams, but still sticking together, even with a distance between them. Boston and New York aren’t that far apart, after all.

So, after a little goodbye party at the hideout where Eddie and his band played, they all left Hawkins after a wild night filled with booze and weed – from both Argyle and Eddie.

Robin and Vickie went on a trip to Chicago before the latter leaves for College as well, but Robin knew all about Steve’s moving plans, he called her right away to tell her the news.

Everyone is entering a new chapter and this time, it’s all, only positive changes, only ones you all look forward to, ones that you don’t step into nervously and with uncertainty, no, for once, you are all at peace, you are all happy, all excited for the future.

Your living room is filled with friends, with family, it’s filled with laughter and smiles, something that has been lacking in the past few years. A house that was once just filled with sadness and a grayish glow, is now filled with life, the golden sun that shines inside, reflect the emotions in you now.

Steve who is sitting on the couch, is holding your niece in his arms, she is sitting on his lap, happily. Babbling and giggling more than she did before, she is waving her arms around, giggling louder every time he makes a funny face or tickles her belly.

Eddie sits beside him, cooing at the little girl every time a giggle escapes her, “oh, a fairy was born,” he tells her after each giggle from her.

Steve gives her tiny hand a kiss when she places it on his cheek, which only prompts her to laugh again.

“Oh, and another,” Eddie chuckles and taps her nose.

A loving smile stays on your lips as you watch your boyfriend with your niece, adoring the mesmerized look on his face. He chuckles every time she turns to Eddie and looks at him with her big eyes before she turns her attention back to him, squealing and waving her arms around.

Your sister sits beside you, looking stunned, “huh, he is a natural.”

“Mhmm, he is,” you nod.

Lucas and Dustin sit on the floor, bickering about something as always, while Max rolls her eyes at them every few seconds or so, cursing at them when Dustin throws one of the pillows at his friend.

“Hey!” Steve shakes his head at him, giving them a disapproving look, “stop that! How old are you two? Francine over here is maturer than you two,” he grumbles, gesturing to the little girl in his arms who looks back and forth between Dustin and Lucas with a curious look on her face.

Eddie chuckles beside him, nodding.

“You really got yourself a dad boyfriend,” your sister whispers into your ear, snickering as she sips on her coke.

You giggle and nod your head. You love this side of him and you love how he looks with a baby in his arms.

Steve catches you staring at him, and the scowl he previously looked at the teens with, quickly vanishes, a smile appears on his face and he tilts his head at you, beckoning you to him.

You put your drink down on the table, pushing aside your empty plate from before, you get up and make your way over to your boyfriend.

“Can I hold her?” Eddie asks, holding Francine’s tiny hand in his, smiling at the little girl.

“Oh, now you wanna hold her?” Your sister chuckles, teasing him. “Thought you were scared of babies, Eddie.”

“Only when they poop.”

“You are such a child, man.” Lucas snorts at him.

“Hey, you’re not the one who was chased down with a diaper full of poop!” He exclaims, glaring at Max who only giggles in response.

“You chased him down with a dirty diaper?” Lucas asks his girlfriend, who nods with a smirk on his face.

He starts laughing and raises his hand at her, high fiving his girlfriend.

Eddie shakes his head at the two, rolling his eyes before he looks back at Francine, reaching his hands out to her, she looks at him curiously, grasping his thumb, she holds it tightly.

“Come here, princess,” Eddie whispers as he carefully takes her from Steve’s hands, lifting her into his arms, he cradles the back of her head even though she doesn’t even need the support anymore. “Holy shit, she’s so light.”

“Language,” Steve glares at him as he relaxes back in his seat once Eddie leans back with her in his arms. The metalhead ignores him, too mesmerized by your niece in his arms, who stares up at him, curiously and with big eyes.

Your boyfriend reaches for your hand, not letting you sit beside him, he pulls you onto his lap instead, wrapping his arms around your waist, he takes you into his embrace, kissing your shoulder once you’re settled on top of him.

“Hey, keep it pg in here, there’s kids and a baby in this room,” your best friend teases your boyfriend, smirking at him.

“We’re not kids anymore,” Lucas scoffs.

“Yeah, bet Max and Lucas meet up at Skull Rock to kiss–”

“Dude!” “Dustin!”

Lucas and Max yell in unison, glaring at their friend with flustered faces, causing you all to laugh at them.

“It’s the truth,” Dustin smirks, shrugging – and that is how all the bickering starts again, though this time, Max joins.

Shaking your head at them, you turn away to watch your niece instead, laying your head on Steve’s shoulder, your heart flutters in your chest when he tightens his hold on you and kisses your temple, rubbing circles into your hip, he whispers the softest I love you into your ear.

“Oh my god,” your best friend whispers in awe, watching your niece falling asleep in his arms, tiny hand still gripping his finger, face nuzzled into his chest comfortably. Eddie looks around, shushing at the teens.

You and Steve look at each other in surprise, not even five minutes have passed since Eddie took Francine from Steve’s arms, and she is already fast asleep in his arms.

“Well now we know who can babysit her,” your sister jokes, also stunned by how fast she passed out in the metalheads arms.

“Yeah, and our future kids too,” you say without thinking, completely unaware of the feelings those words cause inside of Steve.

He blushes a deep red, warmth spreads inside of him and he shifts with you on his lap, gripping you tighter and clearing his throat when your best friend smirks at his reaction.

That shuts the teens up, their bickering coming to a stop the moment they realize what you just said, they all share a look before they turn to you and Steve.

While Lucas smirks and wiggles his brows at Steve, Max is giggling at his blushing cheeks but Dustin, he only raises his eyebrows and shakes his head, not in disapproval though.

He raises his hands up, closing his eyes for a moment, “you guys gotta give me a moment, I’m still trying to get used to this,” he wiggles his fingers between you both.

“What do you mean?” Your sister chuckles, cocking her head to the side.

Dustin blinks at her, gesturing to you once more, “them being a couple, I mean have you seen them before!? They were constantly at each other’s throats!”

“Yeah, cause Steve was an idiot,” Lucas laughs.

Steve gives him a pointed look, but doesn’t fight him on that, he calls himself that, all the time, for everything that happened between you in the past.

“I thought she was with Eddie!”

Your sister laughs with a confused look on her face, shaking her head, “why, because they’re always together?”

Steve rolls his eyes at Dustin, holding you a little tighter.

“Yeah! And like I said, they were always fighting!”

“Mhmm, and suddenly they didn’t, I wonder why,” Lucas smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at you both again.

“He really wanted them together, by the way,” Max tells your sister, pointing her finger at her boyfriend.

“From day one,” he nods proudly, “and now they’re together, moving in together! I always knew what’s up. I mean, I always knew about Steve’s little crush on her, a guy just knows it.”

Dustin looks at him confused, he frowns and blinks at your boyfriend, staring at him for a long moment, he looks at you and then back at him before his eyes widen and he jumps up, “that is why you gave me the shittiest advice ever! You told me chicks dig it when guys are mean to them!”

“The key with girls is acting like you don’t care,” Lucas and Max mock him, giggling with each other.

Steve groans and throws his head back when you turn to face him with an amused smile, “wow, that’s some good advice, babe.”

“Well, it clearly worked,” Eddie snorts, glancing at you briefly as he adjusts Francine in his arms.

Dustin grins at Steve, “oh, that’s why you were so mean to her! Bet you expected her to fall at your feet but instead she was mean to you too! That’s why you didn’t stop there and just kept going because you wanted her attention – oh, now I understand!” He laughs, shaking his head as he stares in disbelief, like he uncovered something groundbreaking.

“You know what, Henderson?” Steve mumbles, straightening his back, he leans closer to you, pressing his chest against your back, he leans his chin on your shoulder, “you’re right.” He admits after a long pause, despite hating to boost that boy’s ego, he admits it.

He is right.

Steve was always infatuated with you, he just never wanted to admit it, not even to himself, not even when he kept those notes that you had found earlier. He ignored what he desired, who his heart desired, because that teenage boy in him, was too proud to admit that he liked someone who didn’t like him back but he also couldn’t fight those feelings, they irritated him, they made him mean.

So yeah, Dustin was right but so was Lucas.

And now they continue to tease him about it all, while you sit back and watch in amusement, enjoying the redness that covers your boyfriend's cheeks while he holds you in his arms and plays with your hands, toying with your ring finger the way he always does, he tries to hide the smile on his face but fails to do so when your eyes meet his and he sees the joy in them, the one that has been there since the night he confessed his love for you.

He loves you so much, he can’t even think of a moment when he didn’t – it’s impossible to think of one.

You adjust on top of him, turning and twisting your body until you can lay your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him, not caring about anything around you, about the vulnerability, the softness, the affectionate side of you, you’re displaying so casually – something you would have never done before.

Steve’s heart could burst at this very moment.

He knows how much you struggled to show your true feelings and emotions, how you hid from the world, for years. How you never let anyone see the real side of you, how closed up and sheltered you were, how you dug yourself a hole and stayed in there for the longest time, thinking that you were better off in hiding, thinking that you had to stay in the void forever, all alone, all by yourself, with fears and a feeling of deep sorrow, you just couldn’t let go of.

But through the darkness, through the pain that the upside down had brought you, had dragged you into, you found a family, just like he did.

Eddie stepped into your life, a best friend you never thought you would have again after you lost both Billy and Chrissy so tragically. You didn’t want to let him in, you feared that the curse upon you that you believed you had, would take him from you too, that it was only a matter of time until the darkness would drag him away from you as well, just like it had dragged away everyone else that you have loved. But he didn’t allow you to push him away, he didn’t let you believe for a second that any of what happened was your fault, he stuck to your side, from the day at skull rock, he stuck to your side in the upside down and after, he stayed, no matter how hard you tried to deny that bond between you, he stayed.

Max, the stubborn girl that refused to ever leave your side, who never once stepped away from you, who sees you as her big sister, just like Lucas. The two teens had to be forced out of your hospital room after what Jason did to you, they never left without a fight.

And through the darkness, through the worst days, you and Steve have found each other, through monsters and pain, through bloodshed and tears, you finally found your way to each other – neither of you are surrounded by sadness any longer, by emptiness and a longing for love you could only ever find in each other.

This room that was once filled with silence and sadness, an emptiness, a dark cloud that always hung over your home is now gone. You are no longer alone, you’re surrounded by people who decided that you are worth loving, worth staying for, you both are.

You have found home in each other, and you found a family.

That night, when you are back in your bedroom, you sit on your floor next to each other, surrounded by candlelight, two glasses of wine on each side of you, a bag of your favorite candy before you and a bunch of pictures all across your floor, surrounding the corkboard that lies on the carpet. Your TV is on but neither of you pay attention to the movie playing on the screen. The smell of fresh bed sheets lingers in the room, along with the scent of his and your body wash, your hair is still wet from your shower together.

Your giggles sound through the room as he laughs at the silly picture he took of Dustin earlier, unable to stop as he stares at the face the teen made.

“We’re definitely putting that picture up,” Steve snickers as he pins it to the corkboard – the corkboard that was his idea, to put up pictures of your favorite memories, of the people that mean the most to you.

“I think we’ll need a second corkboard,” you chuckle as you look at all the pictures that have taken up the entire space of the board.

“Yeah,” Steve smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and looks down at the pictures on your lap, he reaches for the one of you and Eddie, that one was taken in his backyard, both yours and his eyes are bloodshot, lazy smiles are on your faces, your hair is wild and all over the place, Eddie is wearing two pigtails, his arm is thrown over your shoulder, a joint sticking between his fingers, Steve remembers that night, the way you all got drunk and high and played hide and seek in Eddie’s backyard, like a group of kids – it wasn’t long after you and Steve made your little arrangement. That night, he pulled you behind one of the high bushes and kissed you breathless while your friends were looking for you. He was the reason for your messy hair and your puffy lips.

Steve takes the picture with a grin on his face, taking up one of the last spots on the board, he pins it.

“Really? This one?” You question and tilt your head back to look at him, “why?”

“Cause you look adorable,” he whispers and leans in to peck your lips, “with your hair all messed up from my hands,” he murmurs against your mouth, kissing you once more.

“Making out in the bushes was definitely something,” you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his.

He cradles your cheeks and nods, smiling as he leans his forehead against yours. You sigh in contentment as his lips brush against yours, his warm touch sends sparks through your body, he is melting into you the way you melt into him. You look into his hazel eyes, into his loving gaze, a breathy, sweet chuckle escapes him before he closes his eyes and kisses you deeply.

Your lips move slowly against his, you savor every second of each kiss, you both do, even though you know you have the rest of your life to do this with each other. You taste the wine on his lips and the candy, you feel his protective, soft touch, his thumb caressing your cheek as his tongue slips past your lips, clashing against your own.

His heart flutters in his chest when you whimper into the kiss, when you throw your arms around his neck and press yourself against him, crawling into his lap with his help.

Steve holds you tightly, his hand travels to the back of your neck, running his fingers through your wet hair, he runs his fingers up and down your spine before he cradles your cheek again. His free hand pats the space around him, touching the carpet as he searches for the polaroid camera, sighing and moaning into the kiss when you press yourself tighter against him and deepen the kiss, running your fingers through his messy hair.

The flash of the camera doesn’t even make you flinch, it only makes you giggle as you pull away from your boyfriend, your eyes flashing with amusement when he opens his own and meets you with a grin.

“You’re so sneaky, Stevie,” you whisper as you glance at the polaroid camera in his hand.

Steve laughs and steals another kiss from you, he puts the camera down after you pick out the picture.

You look down at the still developing picture, waiting for the reveal. You press your lips together, sighing when he kisses your neck.

“I’m so happy, baby, I hope you know that,” Steve whispers against your skin, slipping his hand underneath your shirt as he hugs you against his chest. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He murmurs adoringly, the sight of your smile, of the joy in your eyes makes his heart swell so strongly.

Many months ago, he told you to get yourself a boyfriend and stop getting on his nerves — you don’t know why this moment flashes in your mind now, why this takes you back to that day at Family Video but the memory makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks, amused.

“You told me to get myself a boyfriend… and I did.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side, he purses his lips as his hazel eyes gaze into yours, they widen and a huff leaves his mouth before he chuckles.

“Yeah, and I fucking love it, baby. I’m your boyfriend,” he says, proudly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I love to be your girlfriend, Stevie.”

His heart will always flutter at these words, at the way you look at him, at the way you touch him, like he’s something perfect.

“You caught me,” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours strongly, “and I caught you.”

You hold onto his neck, running your fingers through his hair, you refuse to look away from him.

“And I’m never letting you go,” he promises, “you’re mine and I’m yours.”

Your cheeks nearly hurt from how hard you’re smiling, and it only gets worse when he leans in to pepper your face in kisses, “my girlfriend.” Kiss. “My beautiful, gorgeous girl.” Kiss. “My future wife.” Kiss. “My stars.” Kiss. “My sun and my moon.” Kiss. “My whole galaxy.” Kiss.

You can’t stop giggling, your eyes tear up from all the laughter that falls from your lips and when you lean your head back, it only turns out to be a mistake when Steve latches his mouth onto your neck, tickling you with the stubble on his cheeks.

“Steve!”

His chuckles vibrate against you, he buries his face in your neck and breathes in your scent, “I’m so in love with you.”

He reminds you of that, all day, when he doesn’t whisper those words into your ear, he lets you feel it, with touches, with small gestures, leaving notes around the house or by waking you with coffee every morning when you’re not the one beating him to it.

Steve pushes you down on the carpet and crawls on top of you, pressing one hand on the carpet beneath you, he looks away from you for a moment, taking the fully developed polaroid picture, he smiles at it as he pins it into the middle of the corkboard.

You admire him, raising your hand to cup his cheek, you brush your fingers through his hair, it got so much longer but you love it like this, how it covers his forehead, how it curls on the nape of his neck, how messy it looks.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He whispers as he reaches for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours, he looks down at you with loving eyes.

“I’m in love with you.”

These words always feel like a warm and comforting embrace. There is so much love that he holds in his heart for you, he can’t even put it into words just how strong it is, not even if he tried to.

You trace his features with your fingers, touching him softly and carefully, making him melt into your touch as a smile graces his face, he slowly leans in, closer and closer until your lips are brushing against each other.

“Forever?” He asks you, gazing into your starry eyes.

You wrap your arms around his neck, smiling when he presses himself against you, staring at you in a way that makes all your insides tingle.

“Forever and ever!” You grin before he slams his lips back on yours, kissing you deeply and feverishly, smiling happily against your lips as his hands make their way under your shirt while yours get lost in his hair.

“Forever and ever,” he murmurs against your lips, opening his eyes, they basically sparkle with stars. “My darling, forever and ever, I fucking love the sound of that.” He whispers and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You pinch his chin between your fingers and kiss his lips, smiling brightly at your man, the golden light in your room makes him look so ethereal. His hazel eyes shine so golden, his skin inviting your lips, his hands lay on your body so perfectly, like a touch of an angel, perhaps he is one, he is yours.

You went through the storm, the one you have always been so afraid of, you went through it, through the darkest of storms, through ones you didn’t even think existed and you didn’t come out unscathed, you were knocked off your feet and you were harmed, you took scars with you, on your body and in your heart but even through that, you came out alright – because he was always there, he always reached his hand out to you, he always waited on the other side, he was always there, even when you both didn’t realize just how close he always was, just how ready he always was to fight for you the way you always fought for him.

You both went through so much, you both suffered greatly.

But now you are here, with each other, where you both belong.

Steve leans his forehead against yours, he takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, he kisses your ring finger, making that smile on your face bigger and brighter.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” you whisper back before you melt into each other, yet again. Getting lost in the kiss, one of endless to come.

Hell was the journey but it brought you both to heaven.

Hands tied,

♡

well, it's over, this is the end :') (actually there's still gonna be the epilogue so I'm gonna save my sappy comment for that one)

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Easy Boys x Reader - Smut

Smutty smut - how the sex goes down after months of not being able to touch one another, 18+ content below the cut - like pure filth so be warned.

Babe Heffron:

“Babe.” You’d be grinding on top of him, the two of you attempting to keep quiet as you move your hips back and forth on top of him. You’d be red in the cheeks, the warmest you’d felt in months, completely naked in the small bedroom you’d escaped to in Haguenau. Babe would swallow harshly, hands digging into your hips as he focuses on not cumming so quickly but he’s so captivated by the way your body moves against his, the way your face is confronted in pleasure and the way your tits would bounce with every movement.

Your back would be arched and you’re feeling like you’re ready to hit your peak until somebody bangs harshly on the door. “What the hell are you two doing in there?!”

Babe would shoot up, pulling your body below his protectively, with a harsh shout of, “nothin’! Go away!” At first he’d be a little disgruntled that your first love making session after months would be interrupted. “You’re doin’ nothin’?!” One of the other men would call out, not sounding so sure and you’d make eye contact and begin giggling before shushing each other.

“Yeah, nothin’! Just fuck off!” He called out again before looking down to you and kissing you deeply. “Just make sure you wrap it, Babe!”

Ron Speirs:

Dirty, dirty, pent up tension sex in his office after waiting for so fucking long. He’d have you bent over his table, your hands gripping onto anything they could find as he’d hold you by the hips and thighs, pulling your body into his with every single thrust of his hips.

It would be the kind of sex where you can’t walk properly for days after, like it’s sinful but you have to say quiet. Ron has his tie wrapped around your mouth, gagging you as he mutters praises every now and then.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

“You’re even tighter than I remember.”

“God, I love this pussy.”

Ron is such a dom, and the two of you would get soooo carried away with how rough and lustful the sex gets. When you’re laid back over his desk and he’s on top of you he doesn’t give two shits about swiping everything onto the floor. After, when both of you are dishevelled and relieved it takes a whole long time to tidy up the mess you both make.

Joe Liebgott:

The two of you are friends until things bubble over during the party in Eindhoven. One minute you’re talking about how the neither has got any for months and then next thing you know you’re making out as needy and desperate as anything. The underlying sexual tension finally bubbles over and Joe is groping at your titties as you lay back on the table in some random house and he fucks you stood up.

The two of you don’t really speak, but considering how loud the festivities and party goers are outside you can be as loud as you want resulting in some pretty noisy, energetic sex. I wouldn’t necessarily call it rough, but it’s quick, his thrusts are erratic and you’re bouncing like crazy on top of him. Joe’s super cautious however, like he’d deffo check several times that you’re sure, especially as you’re friends- you’d deffo forget to use a condom and after the sex it sure does make for some awkward meetings later on.

Gene Roe:

Listen, cos you’re a nurse and he’s a medic you probs get the opportunity to be together alot more than you would in any other position. But just because you’re together doesn’t mean you’re alone, you’ve both tried for months to get some time alone, behind the closed curtains in the aid station, outside behind a bombed out building- hell you’d even sought each other out in a foxhole sometimes.

But nothing went past making out and touching over the clothes, that was until now. You’d finally got back to England and the house he was billeted in was empty for the night meaning you two were left to it on a rickety single bed. Did either of you care? No. The two of you would spend hours exploring one another’s body’s again, kissing, biting, sucking. Gene would have his head between for legs for hours if he could, and when he’d on top, fucking into you he’s already warning you he can’t last for long. Poor Gene would probs finish so fast but he’d go for another round, huffing and puffing past how sensitive his cock was because he knows it makes you feel so good.

Joe Toye:

“Fucking finally.” He’d mutter as soon as he was inside of you. His hips would move slowly, exhaling as he throws his sling onto the aid station cot behind him. “Joe.” You’d warn quietly. It’s super late in the aid station, Joe’s messed his arm up and the only perk of being at the aid station is that he gets to see you. After a heated exchange you find an empty space and the two of you give into your temptations.

It’s slow and sensual, you both have to be extra fucking quiet but Joe’s kissing up and down your spine when he takes you from behind, muffling your breaths with his hand and spilling his cum all over your ass, feeling like he could bust all over again at the sight of his seed dripping over your sweet pussy.

“Just 10 more minutes, huh, sugar?”

Lewis Nixon:

After you both go through breakups towards the end of the war, neither of you have had sex for a good year. The two of you would be drunk and comforting one another and one thing leads to another and soon you’re writhing beneath him, moaning out ‘sir’ as he’s bucking into you. Ugh and it’s so good, so lustful and dirty, you both have so much pent up emotion that’s released during the sex and afterwards the two of you kinda look each other like, ‘holy fuck that was good, did we actually just do that?’

Lewis deffo shares a cigarette with you after.

Floyd Talbert:

“C’mere, doll.” He’d hush pulling you into some kind of shed, close enough to where everybody in the company were. He had you picked up, holding your thighs and ass up whilst he fucked you as quietly as possible. Neither of you cared about the impractical location, you were alone and Floyd was inside you. The two of you probably wouldn’t bother with a condom which ummm leads to a worrying few weeks after but it’s all chill.

Floyd would have you in every kinda position, on the floor, up against the wooden wall- only when the whole shed was shaking did he have to lay you down using his blazer as a barrier between you and the floor. Floyd would be all over you, squeezing, grabbing, kissing, even though it’s probably just a quickly he’d throw in a million different things, including foreplay just to touch all the bases.

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lynxiesblog · 2 years ago

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It’s been almost a year since my last upload, so here’s a list of things I manifested since then 💖

Hii my luvs <3 here’s a list of things I manifested in the past 11 months ! Hopefully this helps you stay motivated about your desires because everything will work out .

This is also inspired by @youalreadyhavefullresults

・an iPhone 13

・money being given to me just because — literally got 160$ last week in CASH 🥰

・straight A’s in all my classes

・people complimenting me a LOT more — like every time I go out someone is either complimenting : my scent (my perfume), my makeup, my face, body (in a good way and non-creepy way), etc.

・braces — I had my braces at the time when I posted my 3dolc X Roe challenge but I’m still going to say I manifested them 🙄

・more friends — so many people that were in my grade and class last year that I didn’t talk to became my friends. My overall friend circle grew bigger

・more guy friends — most of my friends were girls which I love but I wanted to have some guy friends too and I got some 🤭 many of them added me to their close friends on Instagram and we hung out a lot during school (low key miss them)

・multiple people having a crush on me — I don’t know how to word this without it sounding weird but yeah😭. I had 4 dudes tell me they had a crush on me and they were low key attractive but my parents are kinda strict so no boyfriend for me (yet)

・my teachers liking me / being one of their favourite student — one of my teacher boosted my grade on my final report card, I didn’t even do any work that could give me extra credit.

(Pro tip : always be nice to your teachers like it’s so beneficial on the long run. Even when they’re low key assholes don’t hold a grudge)

・my anxiety whenever I have to present a presentation or speak out loud — I used to be so scared whenever I had to make a speech or just talk in front of people at school but I my fear went down. I’m still kinda nervous but so many subliminals helped me get over it.

・HUGE GLOW UP - OH MY GAWD, you guys I became so much prettier since I was last year no joke. I’ve had so many people stare at me in awe and compliment me. Like two weeks ago I was going grocery shopping alone since I have a store really close to me and I had to take the bus (I don’t have my drivers license yet 😔) and this lady that I sat next to full on turned and kept staring at me. When I looked at her she just smiled like kanaosj’akah!/&/$/78[•\*£\’s pls 💞

・acrylics — my mom wouldn’t let me get acrylic nails unless it was for a special event but she’s been letting me get one every month and I’m so so grateful

・a better relationship between my mom and dad — they have gotten so much nicer to one an other like my dad started buying gifts for my mom. It doesn’t happen very often but it’s a start

・my mom’s health

・a fun summer — compared to last year this summer has been way more exciting, even though I took summer classes for the month of June I still had so much fun and I still have a whole month to go

・finding lost items — you have no idea how many times I lost my AirPods because I sleep with them on overnight and whenever I wake up they are no where to be found 😭😭.

・getting a second ear piercing on each ear — my mom told me I could only get a 2nd piercing when I’d be 18 but I didn’t feel like waiting that long so I manifested she let me get them and she did 🙈. I got them last year during the time I posted my last post

・getting a KITTENN and a CATT — I’ve been wanting one so so badly and I’m finally getting one

・getting more clothes — I already have so many clothes and my mom said she would stop buying me some for a while , but she still bought me some and they are on the way 💞

・my parents finally getting their dream house 😩

・cute moments between me & my crush 🤭🤭

・greener eyes — my eyes have been getting lighter and look more green

・prettier 😽 (iykyk 😭😭)

・toxic people out of my life — specifically my old “friends”

#111111 #affirmations #law of assumption #loa #manifestation #subliminals #success story #kitties #self concept #desired appearance #desired body #desired face #spirituality #subliminal results

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serraphinm · 2 months ago

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➹Chapter 5 - The War➹

WC: 9k

Warning: Blood, gore, and some NSFW stuff. Proceed with caution.

Taglist: @bready101

A whole moon has passed since Raul declared war... and things weren’t looking good. His armies had moved south towards us at an alarming speed. I also wasn’t well versed in war, and General Roe could only help so much. The Prime Minister decided to help take over some of my work so I could focus on the war efforts, but he wasn’t doing an excellent job. Who could blame him, though? He wasn’t exactly supposed to run the country.

Ellie had healed a substantial amount and was already walking around helping wherever she could. I insisted she rest, but she would brush me off every time and say, “you should too,” and that until I rest, she won’t either.

Why’d I have to fall in love with the most stubborn woman I could find?

Alas, I couldn’t get on her case too much since I didn’t have the time. She knew of my disapproval either way and just decided to do her own thing. Which I could respect.

Joel had decided to aid me in the war, which was surprising, but I guess Ellie had something to do with it. Currently, Jackson and Midiri were both at war with the Mortican Empire. Joel declared war two days after Raul did, which shocked even him.

General Roe is droning on and on about where I should send troops and what strategies I should use, but I can’t help but worry about all the innocent lives that will be lost while I hide in my palace of ice.

“I’m going to the battlefield.” I declare to the whole board meeting. Their heads snap to me in utter shock.

“-absolutely not!”

“Your Majesty, you can’t-”

“Midiri needs you!”

Shouts overlap each other, but I’ve heard enough.

“There are many people who can take over for me while I am on the battlefield. I refuse to sit around and let Raul take over my kingdom. I want to fight for my people, so I shall.” Standing on my declaration, the room erupts in complaints again—in one ear and out the other.

Pushing my chair back as I stand to my full height, the room gets quiet, and I pay attention with bated breath.

“This is not up for discussion.” My cold voice snaps throughout the room. Members of my council flinch as I make my way to the door.

“Your Majesty, please, think this through.” The Prime Minister’s voice reaches my ears.

I hesitate.

“There’s nothing I hate more in this world than having the power to change things and doing nothing about it. “A bit softer this time, “I will not think about it when I have already made my decision.”

Staring at the door handle, I reach out, take it, walk out of the room, and slam it behind me.

My little temper tantrum with the council caused an uproar of gossip. According to the nobles, I had become a Mad Queen undeserving of the throne. So, I may have upped their taxes in retaliation. Not my most mature moment, but I needed more money for the war anyway, and all they were doing was buying gems and clothes anyway. Rumors got worse, and I was leaving for the battlefield before I had time to fix them. The past month, Ellie had been teaching me all she had learned from Joel on fighting, so I was a little better. But I still mostly sucked. I was mostly heading to the battlefield to help commanders with troops and help in any way I could.

I was much better at controlling the darkness affinity but had no time to work on the weird exploding one. Using it came easy but controlling it did not. So, for now, darkness was yet again my best friend. Ellie helped me work on my sneaking skills, so now I could make a large area dark and stealth kill a bunch of people all at once. Well, at least that was the hope, as I’d never really tried it before.

I had yet to tell Ellie about my plans but figured the night before I left would have to be good enough. She didn’t take it well…

“You’re going where?? Without me??” Grabbing my face, she shakes it a little.

“Is that brain of yours working right?” Her voice is concerned, and I can sense she’s hoping I’m joking.

“Ellie.. I’m not joking. You need to stay here.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

“Y/n, you will die out there if you go… tell me this is a joke..”

My eyes don’t reach hers as I stare at her cheek.

“I can’t just sit back and do nothing… we lose if I stay… but if I try to fight by their side, maybe I can save some of them.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it; what makes their life so much more important than yours, huh? And what? You seriously expect me to stay here while you’re out there fighting?? To do the exact thing you don’t want to do??” Her tone is harsh as I finally meet her face.

“I don’t expect you to understand-”

“I do understand! You need to listen to me... Some people are better help sitting at a desk than they are putting their life in danger!” She argues.

“That may be, but I refuse to be the person sitting at a desk! I can fight Ellie!! I’m not some weak, helpless Queen!”

“No one said you were!!”

“Raul believes that! I would rather die on the battlefield protecting my home than at a desk watching the numbers of my troops dwindle!”

I watch as her anger subsides a little, understanding creeping in.

“I’m sorry, Ellie… but I refuse to be known as a Queen who watched her people die. I may die on the battlefield, yes… but I will for sure die behind a desk as Raul celebrates his victory.”

Her breaths are uneven, and I watch her contemplate something for a few moments before she says, “Fine.”

I beam a smile up at her. “But, I want to come with... And we go to Jacksons front lines. I’m sure Joel will happily fight alongside us.” She sends me a small smile, and I can’t help but agree to her terms.

“Great.. We leave tomorrow morning.” My voice was quieter now that we were no longer arguing.

“Good.. I’ll uh see you at bedtime then...?” She fiddles with her fingers and looks me up and down, hopefully.

“Yea.. you will…”

Ellie grins.

That went relatively well.

The battlefield was nothing like I was expecting. Most of it was trying to figure out how to give everyone rations and take care of the injured. As of now, there was little fighting. Joel had taken charge of the troops like a pro and was giving out orders.

Currently, I was spooning some porridge to a wounded knight whose arms had been broken and who needed help eating.

“You’re a saint, miss.” His voice is scratchy as if he were parched, so I reach for the water.

“Thank you.. Just Y/n is fine. Thank you for your service,” I say, helping him drink from the glass.

He finishes drinking and signals with a nod. “That’s real kind of you; your husband is one lucky man.”

“Oh no, I’m not married. My girlfriend and I haven’t been dating long enough for either of us to propose anyway,” I say, my face flushed.

The knight raises a brow. “Well, you two better hurry then, don’t know how much more time you have left to be waiting.”

In a perfect world, his words would never ring so true or hit so close to home.

“Yea.. I know..”

Suddenly, sirens sound, and I stand up quickly. Setting his porridge down next to him, I call over a nurse to finish helping him.

“I must go help the others… but thank you for the lovely conversation.. “

He smiles at me, nods, and bids me farewell before I run out of the tent flaps. Once outside, I search for Joel and Ellie to see what is happening. They stand next to each other, looking over a map of the whole continent. The map is massive, with intricate details and figurines. There’s even a tiny me next to a tiny Joel and Ellie.

A soft drizzle soaks everything, including the map, but no one seems to care.

“This is where they’re coming from,” Joel says gruffly, his voice reaching the ears of all his commanders.

Approaching the table set up in the middle of the open field we are on, I give the map a once over. Raul seemed to be coming in from the north while spreading his troops to the southern parts of the Mortican Empire. Closer to Midiri. It seemed Raul was attacking both of us at once instead of focusing on one.

He was an idiot.

This caused us only two problems: one, it would be harder to spread rations out, and two, it would be more difficult to go offensive.

Other than that, we were doing well.

“Why don’t we force them to go through the mountains?” I ask, looking the map over once more. If we could hold them back like a wall and force them to take a risk through the mountains, we could gain an advantage. The people and troops of Jackson can maneuver through the mountains just fine, but only ’cause they know what they’re doing.

“If we can push them back enough, they’ll be forced to go through the mountains, giving us an advantage.”

Joel looks down at the map in thought. I can tell he’s thinking about something but is unsure how to execute it.

“How many men have they sent our way?” Ellie asks one of the scouts we sent out. The scout stands taller at the sudden acknowledgment.

“Around 2,000 men, Prince Ellie.” His voice is meek.

“Alright, Let’s take our troops up and block them. We’ll use Y/n’s idea and drive them into the mountains,” Joel says, leaning onto the table, his dark, wet hair dripping onto the map.

“I’ll go with them,” I say, gaining their attention.

“Fine, but then so are Dina and Jesse,” He doesn’t fight me.

Ellie speaks next, “If Y/n’s going, then so am I.”

Joel sighs but says, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Yea, yea, you got it, old man.”

I smile at their banter before getting ready to go. Jesse and Dina meet the two of us by the main tent, fully geared up. Opening the green flaps of the tent, Tess comes out in full uniform with an AN-94 strapped to her back.

“I’m coming with you,” The way she said meant it wasn’t up for discussion.

“Dina, Jesse, you guys never told me your affinities,” I say with a grin.

Dina grins back before flexing her muscles playfully and saying, “I have a strength affinity while Jesse has a glitter affinity.”

“It’s not a glitter affinity! It’s electricity manipulation!” he argues, crossing his arms. “At least mine does something other than enhance physical abilities.”

His voice is full of contempt as we all chuckle.

“Alright guys, enough messing around, we gotta get going, “Tess breaks up the conversation, effectively reminding us of the current situation.

“You think the Wolves will be there?” Dina asks as we begin walking to the stables.

“I’m not sure.. They could be heading to Midiri instead..” Ellie says lowly. The Wolves were an elite team of knights Abby was leading. Their members consisted of a few well-known names, including Owen, Mel, Nora, Jordan, Leah, and a few other bastards. None of them were too noteworthy, though, so I wasn’t too worried.

“I hope they’re with this group... I’d love to wipe their smug faces off with my knife,” Ellie mutters darkly. All of us turned to look at her, and she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, alright then…” Dina says in response to that before grabbing Japan’s reigns. Ellie hops up on Shimmer and makes room for me. I get up on the block and hop on, swinging my leg over.

“Jesse, just ride with Dina,” Tess says impatiently as Jesse begins looking for his horse.

“But-”

“Jesse.”

Tess was not having it.

Jesse gets on Japan.

We ride north for a few hours before we reach the front lines. People are screaming so loud I wonder how my ears aren’t bleeding. The battlefield sprawled across a commanding expanse of vibrant green, its lush grass covering the valley floor like a rich carpet. Towering hills flanked the field, their slopes punctuated by wildflowers that swayed defiantly in the breeze. Riding straight into battle, Tess starts firing her gun like mad. Knights drop like leaves in the fall. Ellie moves the earth from underneath hundreds of men and slams it back on top of them. Blood gushes from under the rock like a waterfall as I gape in horror. Dina hops off Japan and pulls her sword out of its sheath before running into battle. Jesse takes over Japan with ease and shifts so he’s no longer running into battle. That’s when I hear Ellie start to swear. I hold on tight to her waist and ask, “What is it?”

“The Wolves, they’re here,” Her voice is cold, and she hops off Shimmer.

“Stay here,” She orders. Not in the mood to fight, I decided to be of some use. Hopping off Shimmer and hiding her away, I move into the battle and follow Ellie. Watching her fight is mesmerizing. She knows she could use her affinity, yet she chooses to be brutal. Tossing a rock in someone’s face, she charges at them with her switchblade before hitting them with the machete she got from Joel. I wince and decide to stop watching. Running up behind her, I cast darkness over a small section and used my daggers on a few knights who were getting too close to her.

“I thought I told you to stay with Shimmer?!” Ellie yells at me through the sounds of screams.

“We both knew I wasn’t going to listen!” I yell back, kicking a knight.

She rolls her eyes as she makes the ground shake and cave underneath a bunch of knights.

Gunfire sounds, and I look to see Tess shooting men down.

“Does Tess not have an affinity?!” I yell.

“No! She was born a commoner!” Ellie digs the machete into a man’s chest before pulling it out and kicking his dead body to the floor.

“So she’s just a badass then!?” I ask as a sword grazes my arm. Seething in pain, Ellie glances at me and gets cut on the thigh.

“Yea! Pretty much!!” She says through the pain.

“Focus on your own fight! I’m fine!!”

I hear Ellie huff, but she thankfully listens.

“Oh yea! Ellie, one last thing!” I yell as I fight off a knight with a hammer.

I meet her eyes as she asks, “Yea!?”

“If we make it out of this, I wanna marry you!” Dropping that out of nowhere, I stab my dagger into the knight’s temple. His eyes roll back, and he falls to the floor. I bend down and pull the dagger out of his head before flicking some of the blood off it in a downward motion.

Elle just stares at me for a moment before she finishes off the person she’s fighting and walks over to me. I look up at her in confusion before she grins and licks her dry lips.

“Deal… but I get to propose...” She doesn’t yell this time, but I can somehow still hear the nervousness in her voice.

I look behind her and shove her out of the way as a man swings. Rage consumes me, and I let both affinities come forth. I don’t know how it happens, but I snap his neck with a thought as darkness creates a protective dome around Ellie and me. Everything gets quiet, and I step closer to Ellie since I know she can’t see me.

“How did you-”

“I don’t know!!”

“I thought you exploded things?!” She asks with a panicked voice.

“So did I!!” I respond equally as panicked.

She pokes the darkness dome. “What now??” I ask, still letting the energy flow freely.

“Release it, try and use the other affinity again, but try and make someone fly.” She says as if she’s figured it out.

“You think it’s telekinesis?” I ask, letting the darkness return to my body.

The loud environment returns, and I feel slightly overstimulated.

“I guess we’ll find out, babe!” She says, jumping back into action. Taking a deep breath, I let the other affinity reach my fingertips before I use it to lift a knight coming my way. I twist and turn him in all sorts of directions before I send him flying across the battlefield, his screams disappearing along with his body.

“Guess that solves that mystery!!” I yelled to Ellie.

She grins and uses vines to hold the surrounding men down.

“No more messing around, I’ll go after Abby. Think you can handle these guys?”

“Yea, I got them!” I say before she nods and rushes off to find Abby. With no time to watch after her, I focus on the knights she so kindly left for me and use my darkness to show them mercy. Suffocating them with it, I move on to a different tactic. Covering the entire battlefield in darkness takes me a little while, but I manage it. I grin as I watch my allies pull on their night vision goggles.

Dina turns and sends me a thumbs-up before she starts attacking relentlessly. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold this, but if it gave my allies an advantage, I’d hold it for eternity.

Thankfully, the land is flat and covered in grass as the rain pelts down, which allows me to see everyone in the radius of the darkness. I watch as Ellie begins full-on attacking Abby. However, upon looking at her, I realized Ellie wasn’t wearing the night vision goggles. She’s attempting to fight Abby one-on-one. Swearing, I glance at my surroundings before I spot a sharp rock. Checking back in on them, I notice Abby saying something to Ellie, causing her to get riled up... and sloppy. Abby may not be able to see right now, but neither could Ellie. I needed to act fast before she got hurt. Using all the energy I have left, I lift the sharp rock off the ground and send it flying straight towards Abby.

If I hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve hit Ellie from how sporadic her fighting is. The rock ebbs itself in Abby’s side. She screams and pulls it out before throwing it on the ground.

“I thought you said no more messing around?! Put the damn goggles on!!” I scream from across the battlefield. It’s almost as if she hears be because she pulls them down and flicks them on before grinning. Just as she does so, the darkness comes back to me despite my best efforts to keep it up. I had to hold out a little longer, so I closed my eyes and dug up the dregs of energy I had left.

The world is quiet in the darkness. Someone taps my shoulder, and in a panic, I turn around, holding up my hands. Jesse stands there, looking concerned, holding his hands up.

“Woah!! It’s just me!”

I let out a breath and glared at him, “Don’t sneak up on people like that! I could’ve killed you!”

His eyes roll, and I detect some sass in his tone. “Dina has already tried it. Now come on, the Wolves are the only guys left.”

He starts running off towards Abby and Ellie, so I follow. Letting the darkness return to me as I run, I feel some energy come back. Dina and Tess meet up with us, and we head over to Ellie, who is still fighting an injured Abby.

“Just give up, Abby! You can’t win this!” Ellie’s voice is drained, and I can tell she’s reaching her limit.

“Not until that motherfucker dies!!” Abby swings at Ellie, seemingly having lost her weapons.

Ellie dodges and kicks Abby in the stomach. She falls onto her back with a choked noise.

“Raul will kill all you fools- you may have won this battle, but I swear on my father’s life-”

“Can’t really do that now that he’s dead, can you?” Ellie quips.

Abby screams in outrage and tries tackling Ellie, but I hold her in mid-air.

“Sorry Els. Know you wanna fight fair, but I’m afraid I won’t allow her to hurt you.”

Ellie glances at me, gives me an understanding look and smiles. Dina walks over to Abby in mid-air and pokes her.

“So how does this work exactly?” She asks as Abby practically growls at her.

“Put me down!”

“No.. I don’t think so,” I say, moving her to be upright.

“What do we want to do with her?” Jesse asks, walking over to Ellie as well. Tess stands next to me and crosses her arms.

“I think we should kill her.”

All heads turn to Tess without an ounce of shock.

“We could keep her and torture her for information?” I suggest. Heads snap to me, this time covered in confusion.

“I’ll never tell you anything!” Abby says, spitting in my direction. Doing my best not to chuckle, I address her, “It wasn’t a suggestion for you, Anderson, more of an idea.” She gives me a pointed look, and I grin.

“Where are the rest of the Wolves?” Jesse asks, surveying the battlefield. Despite having their leader held up like a pinata, no one had attacked us yet. I supposed that was why.

“They ran into the mountains along with the remaining troops,” Tess informs.

We all look at each other, silently communicating that we should bring Abby to Joel. Nodding to Ellie, she summons vines to contain Abby so I can finally set her down.

“I’ll bring the horses around,” Jesse says with a sigh before walking off, “Unless someone wants to help me..?” I follow his gaze to see him staring at Dina with puppy dog eyes. Dina rolls her eyes and walks after him. “Watch my ass as I walk away, guys. It's a great view, I promise,” She winks and saunters off with Jesse. Tess rolls her eyes as Ellie and I laugh.

Finally, walking up to Ellie, I match her post-giggle grin. “You ok?” Looking her up and down a few times. Tess walks over and shoves Abby away from the two of us.

“Yes, light, I’m fine; however, you-” She points to a cut on my arm that is bleeding down to my hand, “Are not.”

Currently, there is no pain, so I don’t mind it. “Tis but a scratch, a mere flesh wound, Milady. I swear I am perfectly well.” My tease causes her to roll her eyes so hard I’m surprised they don’t fall out.

Grabbing my arm, she pulls me closer, and I hiss in pain.

“Now look who’s the liar,” she says lowly. I watch as she moves the tattered fabric to take a closer look at the cut. “It’s not that bad, Ellie. I wasn’t lying.”

In my defense, it wasn’t that deep of a gash. Letting go of my arm, she holds her hands out and grows a small thing of Aloe Vera. She grabs one and flicks her switchblade open, slicing it along the side.

“El, I don’t need-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll use some on myself too..”

She gives me an expectant look, so I huff and hold the fabric out of the way so she can rub the aloe vera on the gash. It hurts for a moment, and I wrinkle my nose at the feeling before a cooling effect settles in.

Ellie pulls out a med kit and wraps the gash securely before treating her leg. After helping her out a bit, I do the wrapping part for her.

“Are you ok to walk?” Glancing at the wrapped bandage as blood soaks it a little, I meet her eyes once more. “I was just fighting on it; I’ll be alright.”

“Yea, but that was with adrenaline. You should sit—” I looked around, and there was nowhere for her to sit except on the grass. “Uhhh, on the grass.” It sounded like a question, and I couldn’t tell if it was or who I was asking.

“Never mind, I’ll just carry you. We need to get back to Tess anyway,” I say, bringing her arm over my shoulder. She rolls her eyes with a smile but doesn’t complain.

Joel didn’t seem surprised at all to know Abby wanted to kill him. In fact, he seemed more surprised by the fact we all made it out of that battle alive. Ellie and I had gotten our injuries healed as soon as we returned to camp. The pain now was non-existent. Joel had determined that- as soon as we could- we’d head back down to Midiri to finish off the rest of Raul’s army.

Things were looking good as I went to bed in a cot set up next to Ellie’s. The blankets were thin, and I half-debated, joining Ellie in hers. Tossing and turning for a while, I ended up not being able to sleep. My thoughts were so loud—too loud.

Throwing the blanket over Ellie, I walked out of the tent and went for a little walk. The stars were shining brightly tonight. A fresh breeze guided the scent of wildflowers to my nose, so I inhaled. Everything out here was so much simpler...

Footsteps sound from behind me, and I see Ellie half awake, wrapped in our blankets.

“El- what are you doing out here awake?” I asked, walking over to her. I saw that her eyes were a little darker than usual.

“Why are you up, hm?” Her voice is groggy and low.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she says, taking a step closer. “That’s all,” I give her a small smile. That one stubborn hair of hers falls into her face, and she blows it out of her eyes.

“Hm.. wanna watch the stars with me instead then?” Her voice is low and soft.

“Sure, but only if you tell me what I’m looking at.”

She grins and lays the blankets down on the grass. “Deal,” she says, seeming excited. I lay down on the blanket, getting comfortable with her next to me. She starts talking about the stars and whether they are part of a constellation. I try to follow where she’s pointing but end up confused every time.

“- and that is Hydrus..” She points to a random spot in the sky yet again. Scanning my eyes, I try to remember where it is from the books I’ve read in the past, but it’s all lost to me.

“Got it,” Lie. I have no idea where she’s pointing, but if it makes her smile, then I’d do anything. “You know we’ve been to the moon 12 times?” she asks, looking at me now. Huh... interesting.” It really was.

“I’m boring you to death, huh?” A chuckle. An inhale.

“No, and that isn’t a lie. I like listening to you talk,” a glance at her mouth,” a lot..” She smiles before reaching over and messing with my hair.

Laughing, I swat her hand away. “Knock it off, you goof,” I tease. Ellie blushes like mad as I lean in closer. “So about our wedding… I was thinking we should hold it in the Midiri palace gardens…” My voice is softer than the breeze. She looks into my eyes before glancing at my lips and leans closer.

“Thinking about our wedding already light?” She whispers as her nose touches mine. “It’s only fair. I need something to look forward to.” A hum and another glance.” I haven’t even proposed yet.” Her face is red. With a small smile, I turn so my whole body is facing her. “Are you going to? Or will you get too nervous?” My tease affronts her. She glares at me before dragging her thumb across my lips.

“I can be bold when I want..” She whispers before kissing me softly. I kiss back as she wraps a hand around my waist to pull me closer. Leaning to be on top of her, I make a noise as she bites on my lower lip. Her fingers trail up my back before she pulls me wholly on top of her. It’s clumsy and messy, but we don’t stop; instead, her other hand finds its way under my shirt. She almost gets it off before screams reach our ears. We both stop and turn to see a fire spreading through camp. I get off her stand with such speed my mind spins.

“Ellie?!”

“Yea, I see it babe! Get behind me!” She yells over the screams. I help her get up before we start looking for our friends and family.

“How did they get past the guards!?” I ask, looking around for any troops. Dead bodies litter the floor, and I get my answer. Ellie says nothing as she leads me through the camp. We reach the central area of the fire when Raul himself comes along with a smug grin. Swearing, Ellie grabs me, and we hide behind a supply crate.

“Find the bitch. I know she’s here somewhere..” His voice is excited, and it sickens me to the core.

‘Yes sirs’ ring out as a response before Ellie makes a run for it. I do a double-take before rushing to follow her.

“I’m guessing I’m the bitch..” I whisper to her. She huffs. “You’re not a bitch so don’t listen to him,” Her voice is dripping with rage. I huff. “I wasn’t going to Moth,” My voice is barely above a whisper. All she says is good before she sneaks into the main tent at camp.

“Keep an eye out for knights; I’m gonna look for Joel,” Ellie walks further into the tent while I guard the door. A few minutes later, she comes back over and shakes her head. We keep moving. The fire continues to spread as screams come from every direction. Ellie grabs my hand and crouches through some tall grass with me in tow. We manage to hear a short conversation between two knights on Raul’s side.

“They’re still looking for the Queen; I think I saw some group near the north end of the camp, though.”

“Think she’s with them?”

“Don’t know. Just keep looking.”

They both nod and start walking around the area. Glancing at Ellie, I noticed she was gone and sneaked up behind one of them before killing them quietly. I follow her lead, sneaking up behind the other knight and taking him out. We meet back in the middle of the area, and she whispers, “We gotta head north... seems like that’s where the others are.” Her breath tickles my face.

“Alright.. lead on.”

We managed to find the others despite all the chaos. Joel and a bunch of knights had fled towards the north but were sticking around to find me. Raul’s army had attacked with numbers we’d never seen before. Things were not looking good, and we couldn’t even determine how many of his men had been sent to Midiri. Joel had managed to secure a small section of camp. However, Raul’s men were making their way here while we had barely any defense. We all stood around a small table lit by torches at the edge of our secured space.

“How far away are Raul and his troops?” My eyes meet many familiar faces, and each one is more concerned than the last. This was it. Our final stand…

“Twenty minutes out..” Maria says lowly. 20 minutes till we fight to the death.

Was there seriously nothing we could do?

We debated what to do, like rapid fire, but nothing sticks. Either we all die and lose, or we let Raul take over our homes with the hope he lets us live. Neither option sounded pleasant. Ellie stands closer to me, her face hollow. Looking back to the group, I notice everyone but Joel sporting grim faces. He just seemed mad. Tommy sets his gun on the table, and we all look at him.

“This is bullshit. I say we fight till our last breath,” His voice is strong as if he’s decided that’s how he wants to go. Dina yells out her agreement before Maria follows.

“I’d rather die than submit to that bastard,” Ellie says, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.

I look at each and every one of them and make my own choice as well. Dying by their side is much more worth it than living a lie.

“Then let’s take a stand here… as one, regardless of how cheesy that sounds,” My voice is as light as I can make it, and I feel Ellie squeeze my hand.

Tonight, we’d fight to the death.

The battle rages on for hours to the point I can no longer feel my arms. Somehow, we’ve managed to last this long despite the large amount of men attacking. None of them seemed to have affinities, so we were killing them off like flies. I hoped Oren and Nakir were ok. I had left them in charge of Midiri. As I’m fighting, a knight manages to get the upper hand and grabs me by the hair. I scream as he drags me off, but no one else can help me. They’re all fighting their own battles. The knight throws me into a field as I try and wield my affinity. Nothing. I’m weaponless against this bastard, and he knows it. He saunters forward and pulls me up by my hair again.

“Where’s your little affinity?” He gives me a fake pout, “All out of energy?” He slaps me across the face, and I grunt. Tilting my chin up, I smiled at him.

“What are you smiling about bitch? Huh?” He pulls on my hair harder and grins, so I spit in his face. Disgust covers his face, and he wipes it off before rearing back and punching me in the stomach. I cough up a bit of blood, tasting it on my tongue. Swishing the rest of it in my mouth, I spit it out as he lets go of my hair.

“You bitch.. I’m gonna make you regret that..” He grabs a dagger, and just as he goes to stab me, I roll out of the way. The dagger grazes my side, and I scream in pain. My hand flies to the cut, and warm blood seeps onto it. Wincing, I look up to the knight, who is grinning down at me. I wanted to cry. To scream. To do anything. But the pain was blinding, and I was losing blood fast.

“I’ll bring your head to Raul all pretty, don’t you worry,” He spits out as he leans down to me. But before he can make another move, an arrow flies straight into his temple. The knight flops to the side as blood sprays out. I scream and back away from him. Looking around, I spot a woman with blonde hair and a warm smile.

Lady Isabella.

She walks over to me and helps me up.

“I was afraid I hadn’t made it in time. Seems like I barely have,” Her voice is soft as she helps me stand straight... My hand is covering the wound with as much pressure as I can muster.

“Isabella.. You came!” My hopes lift. She smiles and looks out to the battlefield a little ways away. A massive army begins attacking Raul’s troops along with Midiri’s and Jackson’s. Lady Isabella and I had been exchanging letters ever since we met at my coronation ball. She’s become a wonderful friend of mine.

“It’s actually Queen Isabella now," She says shyly. The ring on her finger is more prominent now, and I smile at her.

“That’s wonderful..but why did you come? You owe me nothing?”

“Because I want peace. Ruling during a war is no fun for me or my people. It affects all of us. And besides… you’re a dear friend.”

My heart warms. I wasn’t the perfect Queen, that’s for sure, but I had made changes that impacted my life. “Thank you, Queen Isabella… now let’s win this thing…” My body is growing weaker, and by the look on Isabella’s face, I’m fading fast. She catches me before I fall to the ground.

“Queen Y/n? Oh my…”

I flutter in and out of consciousness before my lovely darkness overtakes me, and I close my eyes.

My head hurt. A lot.

I crack my eyes open a bit and feel silk beneath my fingertips. Looking around, I notice I’m back in Midiri palace… and in my room. Taking a deep breath, I hiss in pain from the gash in my side and attempt to sit up. The sun is streaming into the room in a breathtaking manner. My room looks the exact same as I left it. My maids are here right now as well, cleaning away.

“I wonder when Her Majesty will wake up,” Anais says, dusting my desk. I blink. Once. Twice. Assumed they were too busy to notice I was awake.

“Prince Ellie should be coming by soon, right? She always does around this time of day..” Mariah is working in my closet.

A knock at the door has me fighting to pretend I’m still asleep. I clear my throat and say, “Come in!” All four of my maids snap their attention to me with various shouts of surprise. The person outside the door slams it open, and Ellie stands there with a few flowers in hand.

“You’re awake!?” She rushes to my side before setting the flowers down on my nightstand.

All my maids rush over and begin asking me millions of questions. How was I? Did I want water? Pain meds? Food? “How long have I been out?” My voice is groggy, and I stretch a little.

Ellie glances at the maids before saying, in a grim tone, “Four years.” Her voice is so serious that I almost believe it.

“Knock it off Moth. How long, really?” She huffs before pouting, “I thought that was pretty convincing…” I watch as she adjusts to sitting on my bed, her button-down wrinkling under the change, “Don’t worry, just a few days. Doctors said you’ll be fine in a month, so take it easy.

“You weren’t, but nice try. What’s been going on while I was out,” I say, removing the covers and trying to get out of bed. Ellie grips me so harshly that I feel a bruise forming already. She pulls me back down into bed, and my maids chuckle.

“Honestly, miss, give yourself a second,” Ivone scolds. Man, I missed these girls.

“If you think I’m just going to let you walk around while you’re still bleeding, you’re dead wrong light,” Ellie says sternly. I huff and lay back on my pillow, flicking her arm. “Fine, but I still want to know what’s happening..”

I watch her eyes soften. “Alright… but no getting up, or I swear I will carry you back to bed myself.” Her tone is playful, but I know she’s not joking. “Ok, ok, I get it!” Putting my hands up in defense, Ellie finally seems satisfied.

She takes a deep breath as she begins to recall the events of the past few days. According to her, Queen Isabella and King Alwyn have decided to ally themselves with us. Fortunately for us, they also have a large army due to the funds they get from trading. Our combined forces drove Raul to flee for now. Jackson is safe, and the knights who ran into the mountains have been dealt with as well. All was well—for now, at least.

“Well… I guess it’s a good thing we’re back home. We can do more from here for now since there’s no active fighting.” I still felt the need to be useful despite actively bleeding, but hey, I did that once a month—nothing I couldn’t handle.

“By the way, where’s Jane?” I ask the other maids. She was usually the happiest to see me.

“Jane felt sick this morning, so she opted to stay in and rest,” Ivone’s soothing voice said.

Which was odd because even when she wasn’t feeling the greatest, Jane would be by my side. I guess she really wasn’t feeling well. “Well, alright then.”

Ellie studies me momentarily, and I shrink a little under her gaze. “When we need things, we use our words, Ellie,” I tease. But her expression doesn’t change. My smile falters.

“Girls, why don’t you give us a moment?” My eyes don’t leave hers as I dismiss my maids. They curtsy and close the door behind them.

“Are you ok, El?” I say lowly. She looks away from me, suddenly wiping her eyes. That’s when I realized Ellie was crying. I’d never seen her cry before. She’s always been private about showing people her emotional side. Shifting so I’m in her lap, I wipe her tears and kiss where the streaks remain.

“Oh, Ellie… talk to me.. What’s going on?” My voice is as soothing as I can make it. She meets my eyes, and my heart breaks. Puffy eyes, red nose, and a tear-streaked face.

“I thought… you were going to die..” she whispers before looking back down, “When Queen Isabella brought you back to us in such a condition.. There was so much blood… I just didn’t know if I’d ever see you again and-” Ellie starts to ramble before I can even comfort her,

“-Ellie, you need to breathe-”

“-and for days, I wondered if you would ever wake up-” My lips slam onto hers, and I cup her face. I feel her relax as she wraps an arm around my back, the other running her fingers through my hair. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I hear her moan lightly. She moves a hand to my chest and the other slowly down my right side when she grazes my cut, and I wince in pain. She pulls away immediately and apologizes profusely. Shutting her up again, I kiss her before moving both hands to her hair and pulling on it gently. She moans. Alright, so Ellie has a hair-pulling kink. Grinning into the kiss, I continue kissing her while gently tugging her hair. I pull back to assess my work to see her breathless and puffy-lipped.

“Better now babe?” I whisper against her lips. She nods and bites her own before pressing her mouth to mine again. Moving me gently with her hands, she lays me on my back, careful not to aggravate my injury. Stupid right side. I moan into her mouth as she cups one of my breasts through my shirt and flicks the nipple.

“Mmmm, Ellie-” I start but she shushes me. “Not while you’re injured my light..” Her voice is low, and I want to argue, but I know better. Damn, how well has this bitch trained me. “Fine..” I’m breathless and puffy-lipped, too, and can feel my growing arousal. Oh, how she tortures me so..

“Promise I’ll fuck you so well someday..” She whispers against her lips. The sincerity in her voice takes me by surprise, and my legs clamp shut. I wiggle underneath her as she trails her finger along my jaw.

“Kiss me again, Ellie... Kiss me till I can’t breathe...” I beg so quietly that I wonder if she hears. It seems she does as she smashes her lips back to mine.

We spend the rest of the day in each other’s company.

A few weeks later, I’m doing much better. Ellie finally stopped following me around the palace, so I can actually get some work done. Walking into the Prime Minister’s office, I see he’s at his desk reading over some paperwork. He smiles when he sees me before standing to bow.

“Your Majesty, what a pleasant surprise!” His voice is cheerful and warm. I can’t help but smile. “Give me one moment, Your Majesty. I am just sending off some important information.” He writes a quick letter before walking over to a Peregrine falcon. Gently folding the letter, he hands it to the beautiful bird and opens the window. The Prime minister watches him go before turning to me with a smile.

“What can I help you with today, Your Majesty?” He asks, closing the window and walking over to me.

“I just came to let you know I can resume my duties now. If you want to have the work sent to my office, I’d be more than happy to take it off your hands,” Truthfully, I didn’t want him doing the work anymore anyway.

“Ah, I see… I shall have it sent over immediately…” His tone has changed. I watch his face for a different expression... but he’s still smiling. My brows furrow a little, and I feel my gut screaming at me.

“Right... well, I’ll be going now…” Deciding not to ignore it, I head towards the door when he’s suddenly in front of it. With a beaming smile, he closes the door and locks it with a key. Tucking the key into his pant pocket, he pats the spot as if mocking me.

“Perhaps it’s best you stay…”

Ok, now I was really freaked out. Maybe the Prime Minister had been replaced by a shapeshifter? But nothing seemed different about him physically.

“What is the meaning of this Prime Minister... Let me out this instant.” My tone is demanding but wavers a little. He hears it, too.

“I don’t think so. You still don’t get it, do you..?” His smile was pissing me off now.

“Don’t get what? You are mental if you think this is ok-”

He sighs and rubs his temples. “I was hoping you’d figure it out before I revealed myself. But alas, here we are.”

“Figure what out? I don’t understand?” I’m beginning to panic. There was a high chance he was going to kill me if I didn’t get out of this room. I glance at the window, but it’s too high a drop.

“I suppose I better start from the beginning. With Barrow..” My eyebrows furrow again. What did this have to do with the previous Duke?

“Barrow was working for Raul,”

“But that doesn’t make any sense-”

“Doesn’t it? Just as soon as he was no longer useful, you got the very thing you needed to get rid of him…” The Prime Minister’s words run chills down my spine, and I begin to question everything. Pieces of the puzzle were still missing.

“The late Duke Haleson was trying to hand Midiri over to Emperor Raul.. in exchange for the blackmail he had on him... His birth certificate.”

The very thing that destroyed him was what he coveted all along. My kingdom was the price. How fucking dare he… I clench my hands into fists and feel darkness swirl around them. The Prime Minister continues while I continue looking for a way out.

“Barrow knew that under Emperor Raul’s reign, he’d still get to live the life of a Duke.. he had nothing to lose and everything to gain!!”

“I thought you said you two were friends!” My voice cuts him off. The Prime Minister seethes, “That was until that bastard forced me onto his side!! I was loyal to your parents. They were the best king and Queen there had ever been.. but Barrow couldn’t hand the kingdom over to Emperor Raul without them dead.. so Raul had them assassinated and you kidnapped.” All this new information was hitting me like a brick.

“Why are you telling me all this?” My voice wavers once more, and I curse myself internally.

“Because now I’m going to kill you,” He says so simply as if it were about the weather.

I did a double-take to make sure I heard him correctly. Then it all made sense. Raul had something on him—something Barrow gave to him.

“Listen to me. Whatever it is Barrow gave him, we can get back…”

The Prime Minister looks so defeated, “There’s nothing you can do except die Your Majesty..”

Scanning the room once more, I realized I needed more time. So I started asking questions, “Why not have me killed like my parents?”

“If you were dead, so was the royal bloodline, and Emperor Raul couldn’t have that.”

“Why not? What is so important about me he’d rather have me live.”

“He wanted to marry you when the time was right. Your bloodline is the most powerful in the world, but you just wouldn’t marry him! You had to go and fall in love with that prince!”

The Prime Minister starts getting more and more upset as my heart begins to race.

“So he knew where I was the whole time? You knew, too?”

“Yes.. we knew everything about you..” Shivers run down my spine once again before I feel rage. Suddenly, another question pops into my head, so I ask it before I forget.

“What about Rose then? Was she working for you too?”

He huffs before giving me a pitiful look, “Rose never betrayed you; it was Jane. The assassins Raul sent were supposed to bring you back to him, but Jane tried to have you killed... It was foolish of her, really. I ordered her to have you kidnapped and brought to Raul of your own violation..” Where was Jane now then? Was she even really sick? So many questions swirled my head, but I knew I had to be smart about this if I wanted to get the most out of him.

“Why did she want me killed..?” My heart breaks. Rose was wrongly accused and sent to death, all because I was too foolish to see what was really going on.

“If you were gone, Emperor Raul would have been mad, yes, but he would’ve moved on.” His voice is oddly calm now. It almost sounds like…

“The man in the hallway... with Barrow... That was you! You were the one defending me in the halls!” The conversation I overheard ages ago suddenly makes more sense now. They were talking about Raul and me.

“Huh.. so it was you who overheard that… I did wonder who it was for the longest time.. But no matter, I still have to kill you now. Emperor Raul doesn’t want you any longer.. I’m sorry.”

His voice is low and a little menacing as he approaches me slowly. I back away from him, not wanting to kill him.

“Bennet, please..I don’t want to kill you. What do they have on you..?”

He doesn’t answer and pulls out a long, thin dagger. Deciding I can’t be kind anymore, I pull the dagger from his grip with my telekinesis. Before it reaches my hand, though, he swipes it from the air with a speed I’ve only seen from speed affinities. Suddenly, he came at me at a speed I couldn’t handle. Wrapping darkness around myself, I manage to avoid getting cut by the dagger. But the blunt force of his blows still hurt. Grimacing, I focus on his heart and slow it down with my telekinesis. He begins to slow down and coughs up blood. While he’s down, I kick him over and take the dagger from him.

“Bennet… I’m sorry they took whatever is dear to you.. Just talk to me..” He rolls onto his side and props himself up.

“I can’t.. He’ll know if I do..” More blood drips down his chin before he wipes it with his pure white-gloved hand. I lean down to him as he slowly dies.

“You’re going to die, Bennet… you might as well tell me anyway…” Moreover, my curiosity was getting the better of me.

“My daughter…” He whispers as tears fall down his cheeks. Dread fills my entire being as I realize what Bennet is implying. If he doesn’t cooperate.. His daughter dies.

Well, shit.

No wonder he hates Barrow… I couldn’t imagine the rage I’d feel. My eyes soften, and I ease up on his heart.

Bennet lays his head on the hardwood floor and blinks blearily up at the ceiling. My emotions overwhelm me a little, and I tear up alongside him.

“Save her..please..” His voice is fading, and I can tell he’s barely holding on. “Do what I couldn’t do.. And save my daughter.. please… “I start to cry and sit down on the floor next to him.

Oh, to be loved so much, you’re their dying thought.

“I’ll try..” I whisper. He nods slowly, understanding I might fail.

“If you don’t. I hope to be worthy of meeting her again in the afterlife. My precious daughter..Annabelle..”

His last breath flows from his lips, and I close my eyes. So much made sense now. The photo of them on his desk was a constant reminder, not of what he had, but of what he was fighting for. The grief he must’ve had looking at that photo brings more tears to my eyes. Reaching over and closing his eyes for him, I stand and grab the portrait. Setting it on his dead body and grabbing the key, I unlock the door before closing it behind me. Somehow, I was not covered in blood, but my heart was bleeding.

I was going to save his daughter… Not for him, but for the innocent life he left behind. Because, for some reason, I had to prove that I was the better person.

Besides... I had a plan.

And it was going to end this war.

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3600frames · 2 months ago

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filled out my bingo more than a week after banwalk dropping (long post under the cut)

not too bad considering i ran out of actual ideas halfway. the lighter circles are definitely me stretching things to get a bingo LMAO

finn collabed over tweets: admittedly this was mostly a guess since i thought "deliberately seeking a collab with someone your band mate wanted to collab with for an entirely separate band" might be Too Much. and then we found out that kikura is just The Most

pearl made amends with sashimori: tfw no mention of The Former Vocalist 💔 you can't take pearl calling him paul-kun away from me and i have trouble imaging she'd call someone she isn't at least acquainted with by that

geta-gai: a gai and geta mentioned in the same double-spread... and if you overlay those pages...

GETA-GAI 🤯🤯🤯

confirmation of c-side vocals: okay i'm not actually sure how they would have done this besides describing how their vocals sound which the previous book didn't do at all. mostly i was trying to wrap my head around the vocal assignments being considered entirely confirmed here (to the point that it's even on the wiki) and meanwhile it's still considered ambiguous in the JP fandom

cameos in abxy stream: i thought this would be a given but no... and shikaku's bio makes it clear that the other three don't seem to gaf much about other bands 😔

ikkan is balding: unconfirmed either way... and the scariest thing is he's out there

life-ending 彼/彼女 usage: thankfully adverted. i didn't see even one of these explicitly gendered terms, compared to the few times that they came up in haikara walker

damp socks doomed to irrelevance: why would you call them damp socks FEAT. off the hook and then put off the hook's bios first!!!! current projection is pity fanart once every few months

"it's a likely theory that (x)...: only straight-up text here thank god

趣味は散歩。: what is the greatest walk if not walking away from society and your loved ones,

shrimps snubbed: SHRIMPS SNUBBED!!

blue-ringed octo angst: confirmation of obvious species but no angst associated with being a highly venomous species and playing an instrument that needs a spit valve. instead they are simply OP (praise)

sqsq/d-p/fr resolution: does it count when it's just one subset of the fandom of one of these bands. i was actually treating this as a free space this whole time since i know there's no outcome that would make truly all fans happy (have seen a distinct section of the JP fandom waiting for a straightforward sqsq revival)

obfuscation of front roe page: ADVERTED. just a deliberate withholding of information for two of its members

shima being from inkopolis: likely due to having a non-octoling childhood friend and being seemingly in sync with the overall inkopolis vibe. but not outright confirmed

misinfo due to google translate: frame 1 of when crusty photos for the ordertune booklet appeared,

no mention of acht/paul connection: maybe he's just really attached to that specific beanie for unrelated reasons...?

in their wet flop era: no mention of them besides having inspired another band → in their flop era (together ❤)

why (x) da bus driver all of da sudden: why nishida da director of the music cram school all of da sudden 😐.....

ω-3's thoughts on clickbait: non-existent due to not having a section despite clearly qualifying as a returning band and there being an entire space on the last page after acht's that could've been for them instead of an abxy teaser. whyyy

now or never! is a haruhikage: i guess we'll never know. but still, watch mygo!!!!!.

ink theory in shambles: thankfully averted but i did fall to my knees when y&tgb was called "short-term". but it does make sense the returning three had a specific goal in mind and the other members are all highly accomplished musicians from different walks of life

deep lore in abxy livestream: alright it's probably just novelty burgers but it could be something fucked up 🤔 (really wants that bingo)

sandy side up explanation: no direct explanation, though the fact that it explicitly wasn't a collab from nearly the start does ultimately narrow it down a lot

fake kita-murasaki: not only was i on the mark for kitamura but MURASAKI is also a gangaze... i guess there's to be no rules against naming yourself/being named after a different species but. why tho

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footprintsinthesxnd · 11 months ago

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Chapter two: When the heart calls

Eugene Roe x Violet Elwood

Summary: After a successful first date, Eugene is over the moon for their second day and as the months roll by he doesn’t think things could get any more perfect. Masterlist

June 20th 1941

Eugene groaned, stretching his legs out under the table as he watched the commotion unfold. His sisters had managed to use the family’s ‘points’ up again and so the family were left to wait until next month for some more. Eugene felt partly responsible, he should have been more cautious of what his sisters were using their stamps for but he’d been too preoccupied by Violet's presence to realise.

“You’re lucky the garden is doing well otherwise we’d be living on scraps,” his mother sighed, exasperated and waved his older sister away, who sulked up the stairs.

Turning to Eugene she smiled, “Gene, would you be able to catch a lift with the Johnsons and take those tyres along to be repaired this afternoon?”

“Course Ma,” Eugene smiled, squeezing his mother's hand reassuringly to which she gave him a light smile in return. Eugene admired his mother, she was a strong woman who had to keep the whole family in line.

Making his way outside, Eugene gathered up the two spare tyres that were led on the porch and rolled them around to the front of the house. With everything on rations from gasoline and rubber to sugar and meat the community was turning into a repair and make-do environment. Everyone was pulling together, sharing lifts and establishing ways to make sustainable meals.

Eugene looked down at his watch, he’d have enough time to drop in and see Violet on his way to work if he hurried, although looking down at his ripped work trousers he decided against it. Maybe he could see her in the afternoon.

It had been a week since their first date and Eugene could barely contain his excitement at the prospect of their next date on Saturday. Violet seemed to consume his every waking thought and as he began his long walk home after work he couldn’t help the images of her building in his mind.

“Earth to Gene? Hey Buddy, what’s got you so preoccupied? Did you hear anything I just said?” Eugene’s best friend Henry spoke up, prodding him in the ribs playfully. “You aren’t thinking of your girl again, are ya?”

Eugene blushed furiously, shielding his face with his hand, “No… no I-I’m just…”

“It’s okay, Gene. I know you’ve got it bad for her. Hey, when do I get to meet your future wife?” It was Henry’s turn to shy away now as Eugene jabbed his finger into the other man’s ribs.

“Will ya give it a rest? We’ve only had one date.”

Henry just grinned, “One date and you’re already besotted with her, whatever next.”

The pair continued their walk towards the Roe residence, Henry was going to catch a ride home with his family when they came to give Gene a lift to drop off the tyres later that afternoon.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, throwing its golden rays over Morgan City as the two boys followed their way to Eugene’s house. Eugene felt his heartbeat quicken when a familiar blonde figure appeared outside the front of her parent's store, her yellow dress flowing around her legs as she moved.

Violet must have noticed Eugene too because she raised her hand, waving at him.

“Who’s that?” Henry asked, glancing at Eugene to see if he had any recollection of who this person was.

“That’s Violet,” Eugene couldn’t contain the smile that spread across his lips, his footsteps quickening against the tarmac.

“Well, I wasn’t expectin’ to see ya today but it’s certainly a pleasant surprise,” she grinned, giving Eugene a sweet hug that had him blushing furiously. She smiled kindly at Henry who introduced himself. Eugene could barely concentrate on what his friend was saying, too consumed as he watched the wide grin spread across Violet’s lips, her blonde curls bouncing around her as she moved.

“Hey Gene, ya gonna stop staring at the poor girl. I know you’re besotted but…” Eugene snapped out of his daze, blushing as he ducked his head low, avoiding Violet’s eye and mentally cursing Henry for his big mouth.

Violet stepped from foot to foot before leaning forward, pressing a little kiss to Eugene’s cheek before whispering, “I don’t mind you staring.”

Eugene didn’t think he could blush anymore but his face burned like the hot summer sun under her gaze.

“We should be headin’ back. Was nice meetin’ ya Violet,” Henry chimed in, pushing a rather red Eugene away, and waving at Violet who just giggled, shaking her head fondly at Eugene’s awkwardness.

“When can I see you again?” Violet called out, causing Eugene to turn around, thinking quickly.

“Umm… well… I-I’m free tomorrow… all day,” stumbling over his words, his mind racing at the endless possibilities of what they could do.

“Well, I’ll see ya tomorrow then. I’ll bring some lunch,” Violet waved them goodbye and Henry threw his arm around his shoulder, chuckling as Eugene's cheeks flushed even more.

“Oh ya poor boy Gene, you are done for,” he chuckled. “So, what do ya have planned for ya second date?”

“I have no idea,” Eugen moaned, burying his head in his hands. He felt even more nervous than he did for their first date.

“Ya better get thinkin’ then, Gene.” Yes, he’d better.

Wrapping his knuckles against Elwood’s front door, Eugene took a deep breath, calming the nerves that had been building in his stomach since he bumped into Violet the previous afternoon. Violet threw open the door, her bright smile greeting him as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning Eugene. Here, could you take this for me?” She thrust the picnic hamper into his hand, before she turned, shouting goodbye to her family before closing the door behind her. She quickly linked her arm with his, pulling him away from the house.

“Shouldn’t I say good mornin’ to ya family?” Eugene asked awkwardly, glancing back at the house but Violet just laughed.

“Do ya really wanna be interrogated again?” She grinned at him, “Come on, let’s go. Where’d ya wanna go?”

“Well, I did have one place in mind.”

The lake had always been a special place to Gene. It was secluded away from the town, surrounded by trees and lay in a sun trap where the warm summer sun shone down, warming the water to a comfortable temperature. Violet laid out the picnic blanket by the edge of the lake, sitting neatly in the blanket while Eugene began laying out the few sandwiches, some fruit and lemonade, pouring them both a glass.

“It’s homemade, I hope ya like it,” Violet commented, watching as Eugene took a long swig, smiling as the sweet drink filled his mouth.

“It’s delicious,” Eugene reassured her, grinning at her pleased expression. The way her cheeks creased when she smiled always made Gene’s heart flutter.

“So Eugene, what’s your family like?” Violet asked, biting into her sandwich and giggling awkwardly as the filling smudged at the corner of her mouth.

“Hey, you’ve gotta little somethin’,” Eugene reached over, wiping his napkin over the corner of her mouth. “There we go.”

Violet blushed, “Thank you.” Eugene smiled fondly at her, taking a bite from his sandwich as he pondered his answer.

“Well, I’ve got my Ma, she’s a good lady, she’s gotta look after my Pa and me and my siblings. She’s a kind woman and my Pa is a good man. I got my two sisters who ya met the other day. They can be a little much sometimes but they’re my family all the same. Then there’s my two little brothers, I gotta try and keep them outta trouble.”

Violet nodded, “Don’t get me started on siblings, my sisters drive me crazy sometimes but jeez you gotta love ‘em.”

Eugene nodded, “I couldn’t agree more.”

The afternoon rolled by quickly and the conversation flowed effortlessly. All too soon the sun began setting over the lake, golden rays dancing across the landscape. The orange hues caused Violet’s blonde locks to turn a golden colour and with the evening light glowing over her pale features, in Eugene’s eyes she resembled an angel.

Violet glanced over at him, catching his gaze and grinning when she noticed the blush forming on his handsome features. Eugene moved his eyes over the lake, ignoring the shuffling beside him until Violet’s head fell into his lap, her hair spilling across his lap as she gazed up at him, her blue orbs sparkling as she spoke.

“I had a nice day today, Gene,” she admitted, reaching up and brushing her fingers softly over his cheek. Eugene smiled softly, repeating her action and carding his fingers through her hair.

“I had a real good day too,” Eugene replied, looking back out across the lake, mesmerised by the ripples dancing over the surface as he stroked Violet’s hair. She hummed contently, snuggling further into Eugene so she too could look out over the beautiful landscape.

Eugene didn’t think he could feel any happier than he did at this very moment. Somehow he’d only met her a few times and he already never wanted to spend a day apart from her.

“Eugene?” Violet asked, looking up at him with a soft smile on her lips. Eugene nodded, waiting patiently for her response.

“You can kiss me… if you’d like to,” Violet bit her lip anxiously, cautiously sitting up from Eugene’s lap.

Eugene froze, swallowing hard as he tried to control the rush of emotions that flooded him and she watched him worriedly.

“You don’t have to…” Violet was cut off as Eugene pressed his lips against hers, moulding easily together as they moved in sync. Violet’s fingers wove into his hair, while his own hands came to rest upon her hips. The kiss was beautiful, passionate and romantic and caused Eugene’s heart to pound in his chest.

When they pulled away both of them were breathless and Violet placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating frantically, as she tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths.

Eugene reached over, brushing her curls away from her face with a small smile, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Violet blushed, reaching over to place a small kiss on Eugene’s cheek. “I should probably get home. It’s gettin’ late and my Pa will start to worry.”

“Course,” Eugene jumped up, helping Violet stand beside him as they gathered up the picnic blanket and he tucked the hamper under his arm, while Violet held his other arm. Violet began humming a sweet tune as they walked back to town and Eugene found himself wondering how many perfect days like this they could have over the whole summer.

July 11th 1941

On quiet evenings like this one, Eugene would normally be sitting on the porch with his family, either reading, playing cards, or listening to his sisters gossiping about something they had heard. Eugene never expected to be sitting watching his girlfriend sewing with his mother while laughing at his father's jokes. Yet here she was. They had been stepping out for a month now and Eugene couldn’t remember a time when his life felt as perfect as it did when he was with Violet. He saw her nearly every day, and even if it was for only the briefest moment, she brought a smile to his face.

Eugene spent most of his free time on weekends when he wasn’t working or helping his family with Violet. He’d been to dinner at Violet's house and she could often be found at the Roe residence even when Gene wasn’t home. His mother had grown very fond of her. Even now Eugene watched his mother laughing joyfully at something Violet had said. His heart swelled with pride when he saw her with his family, she was like the missing piece that hadn’t realised they needed.

As the evening drew to a close Eugene offered to walk Violet home, enjoying the peaceful evening and some time alone. Arm in arm, Eugene couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat every time she spoke, pointing out the colour the setting sun had caused the sky to turn, or the way she smiled at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Violet to hear him. She grinned, leaning up to press her lips to his cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, leaning her head against his neck as they continued their walk towards Violet’s house. The hill was steep and while Eugene was taking it in long strides, Violet began to lag behind.

“Hey, G-Gene, wait up,” she panted, catching up with Eugene slowly.

“Are you alright?” He asked worriedly, his hand clasping hers quickly and he pulled her in to lean on him.

“Y-yeah, just a steep hill,” she defended but Eugene couldn’t help the niggling feeling that it was more than that. He lay the back of his palm against her forehead but she shrugged him away, placing her hand against her chest with a wince.

“Violet, are you sure you’re okay?” Eugene’s worry-stricken face watched her as she recovered, her breathing returning to normal until she could smile at him.

“Eugene, I’m fine. I promise the hill is just steep,” she still looked a little pale, her skin clammy but she was smiling now. Maybe it was just a steep hill.

Linking her hand with his, Violet began to lead the way up the remainder of the hill, dragging Eugene along after her, while he continued to overthink the situation.

The remainder of the walk went by in awkward silence, Eugene’s mind preoccupied with worry, while he chewed his lip thoughtfully.

“Eugene, please don’t worry. I’m fine, okay. I promise,” Violet stopped him in his tracks, pulling him around to face her.

Eugene smiled weakly at her, brushing her blonde curls behind her ear, “M’kay, as long as you’re sure.”

“I’m very sure,” she grinned at him, “Come along.” Eugene obediently followed, jogging behind her until he was close enough to wrap his arm around her shoulder.

“I really like your family,” Violet looked up at him, “I think your Ma likes me too.” Eugene chuckled, nodding in agreement, before planting a kiss on her hairline.

“She sure does.”

July 19th 1941

“Come on Gene, Violet. Hurry up!” Henry called out, already stripped down to his boxers and dancing around on the edge of the bank, hollering loudly.

Eugene laughed, watching as Violet hurried up the small hill to join him.

They had been to church in the morning, before having a joint dinner with Eugene and Violet’s family, and of course, Henry was invited to. His mother and Violet’s mother clicked instantly, falling into conversation like old friends, while Gene’s sisters quickly began gossiping with Violet’s sisters. Their fathers had sat out on the porch after lunch, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, reminiscing on the old days. Eugene’s brothers had been causing havoc and Henry was playing with them in the garden until it was time for Violet’s family to go home.

They had been planning a trip to the lake for a while and so after lunch, the three friends packed up some towels and made their way over there. While Eugene and Violet had already visited the lake for a picnic on the southern side of the lake, the north side of the lake had a rope swing that Eugene and Henry had erected last summer.

When Eugene got to the top of the small hill that lay next to the lake, he dropped the towels down in a pile, laying one out so they could sit down should they wish to. He pulled his shirt over his head, folding it neatly and leaving it in a pile beside his shoes, socks and trousers.

Eugene turned to catch Violet folding her dress neatly at the other end of the towel and blushed furiously when he noticed she was just dressed in her swimsuit. Eugene wasn’t sure what he expected considering they planned to go swimming, and the suit was very modest, all in one with short-style bottoms. It was a baby blue colour and it matched Violet’s eyes. Lowering his eyes to avoid her gaze he blushed furiously, seemingly unable to even look her in the eye.

Luckily Henry got the message and with a great cry threw himself onto the rope swing and out across the lake where he landed with an almighty splash.

“Come on you too, the waters real warm.”

Violet giggled, making her way over to the swing. “Here, let me help you.” Eugene held it steady so that she could sit on the wooden plank used as a seat. “Are you ready?”

Violet pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at him thoughtfully before leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I’m ready.”

Eugene felt hot as his face and neck flushed and he released the swing, watching nervously as Violet flew through the air, jumping off into the water with an excited scream. When she came to the surface she was shouting joyfully for him to join them. Well, that was all it took and soon all three of them were splashing around in the clear blue pool, swimming, throwing water at each other and floating around until the sun began to set behind the trees, casting an amber glow across the lake.

Henry left shortly after the sun began setting, wanting to get home before it was dark, but Violet and Eugene stayed a little longer. They climbed up the bank, Eugene helping her as she struggled a little with the steep incline. He’d noticed that she’d struggled a little with the swimming too, quickly becoming out of breath but not letting it stop her having fun.

“You alright?” He asked, draping one of the towels around her shoulders and pulling her flush to him, rubbing the fabric up and down her arms to help dry her off.

“Yes I’m fine, thank you,” she smiled sweetly at him, “I had a great time. We should definitely do this again soon.” Eugene nodded happily, pleased that she’d had as much fun as he had.

Eugene held another towel up to shield her from view, averting his gaze across the lake while Violet dried off and changed out of her wet swimsuit and back into her dress. Violet seemed oblivious to him even being there, stripping off quickly and Eugene couldn’t help the way his eyes moved to catch a glimpse of her, berating himself as soon as he did. ‘She trusted him, don’t do something stupid to break that trust.’

Despite only a glance the image of her stayed in his mind as he quickly undressed himself, changing back into his clothes before falling on the dry towel beside Violet. The way her blonde curls had fallen down her bare back, or the way her round breasts peaked out when she raised her arms to put her dress on. He blushed deeply just at the thought. What Eugene didn’t know was that Violet too had caught a glimpse of him changing and she too couldn’t get the image of him from her mind.

Violet moved to lean against him, her head flat in his lap so he could smooth his fingers through her hair. She clutched his other hand, grasping it between hers and bringing it to her lips before moving the clasped hands to her chest, holding them just above her heart. Eugene could feel the rhythmic beating beneath his fingers, her heart rate galloping before slowing and then galloping again. He wasn’t sure if that was normal but had never noticed that pattern of his own, but Violet seemed settled, lying quietly in his lap and so he chose to ignore it. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

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dvasva · 9 months ago

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I have a sincere question.

How will not voting for Biden help? Threatening not to hasn't worked to make him do anything to stop this monstrosity and I'm sure Trump will be (however slightly) worse.

I'm just wondering what you're proposing as a solution here? Are you just saying that it's selfish or something to care about how much worse things will get in the us while there's a genocide going on, or is there some alternative to voting for Biden that will actually help because I want to help whatever I can to stop the genocide.

/genuine

I'm gonna be genuine and honest when I say this; at this point, if you don't already dislike Biden and feel the same way I do, I doubt anything I will say will convince you one way or another, and I can tell your question is coming from this fearmongering rhetoric that was born during the 2020 election of 'Vote Blue no matter who', that I didn't agree with back then and I definitely don't agree with now.

I'm gonna level with you right up top, answer your question first, tell you what I think about all of this, even though it's not the most cheery thing. I don't think there's anything that will make things better. I think we are living in a rotting corpse that is like at most 6 months away from exploding from the built up pressure of gasses. I honestly don't know why you even asked me of all people. I can only really support community outreach, community building and mutual aid to mitigate the inevitable harm this whole clusterfuck, either way, will cause to the most vulnerable people, and can only urge you to do the same. We cannot have any political action until people start building community outside of online spaces. That is the biggest flaw of modern leftist political praxis, the lack of community. This is why the college protests are fantastic, because it is a small scale general strike amongst students, with people organizing and providing mutual aid to make organizing easy for the most amount of people possible. That's my solution. Mutual aid.

And, despite how I feel about questions like this, (especially considering aside from a few replies in various posts, and a generally active reblog and tag life about Palestine and Biden, I haven't made any original posts about this and I'm like... a rando with like less than 200 followers, so it's weird that you're coming to me with this question) I will treat this like a genuine question.

That being said, I did vote for Biden in 2020, despite my reservations. So, anything that happened during his presidency puts blood on my hands as much as anything.

I'll kind of start with saying that I am a hispanic, mexican, nonbinary person with a uterus and disabilities from Texas. My current governor is Greg Abbot and a lot of the most heinous conservative bills and debates regarding immigration, police, free speech, lgbt issues, abortion, etc, have taken place in my state where I live, and I am distantly related to Linda Coffee, one of the Roe v. Wade lawyers.

So, I'm not like. Some cishet white guy from Wisconsin who has never seen or witnessed oppression and who doesn't have any stake in any of this, and thinks the edgiest thing I can do is not participate in the system.

I come at this issue from multiple angles, and these are not like... the official political opinions of everyone who has ever agreed with me, this is just mine.

To start with, 1. I'm still voting in local and state elections, and 2. I don't believe in rewarding bad behavior. You said 'Threatening to not vote for him hasn't done anything to change his behavior' and so I'm going to carry through with my threat. Consequences and all that. Not that it really matters what I vote in presidential elections anyways. I live in Texas, a winner take all state. As we have seen multiple times, the popular vote is meaningless, and the only thing that matters is the electoral college. Texas is gerrymandered to all hell, and it's districts are drawn in a way that will always favor republicans. Until our corrupt ass state can finally manage, by some fluke, to vote in a non-republican who is actually willing to redistrict the state and prevent gerrymandering (which they wont do cause they're all chickenshit), all of Texan electoral college votes will go to the Republican candidate. I know we're not supposed to say our vote doesn't matter cause 'every little bit helps' but my vote literally does not matter in a real, tangible, way.

I know a lot of people are scared of having their rights stripped away, sure, but none of you have listened to POC, especially to POC living in southern states. All of this stuff that Trump is threatening? The more police, the border stuff, anti-trans bills, abortion? It's already happening in this country. I don't have abortion rights, I don't have freedom of speech on college campuses, I don't have a right to form a new union, I don't have trans rights, and if the police wanted to, they could pull over anyone in my family and arrest and deport them simply because of the color of their skin, regardless if they're actually an immigrant or not. Cop Cities are popping up around the world, the police is militarized and think it's ok to violently arrest peaceful protesters on college campuses. Meanwhile, the rich keep getting richer. Rafah was invaded last night, tanks placed on the border preventing anyone from leaving into Egypt anymore, and all the while the richest fuckers in this entire country, many of whom have voiced open and intense support for Israel, all met up with their tickets that cost 75k to take pictures in their pretty outfits and ignore the ongoing genocide.

All of this stuff is already happening regardless of who's in charge, and the only difference between Trump and Biden, to be honest? Northern Liberals will actually care about what's happening if Trump is in office. If Trump did everything that Biden did, there would be mass outrage about Palestine from every single Vote Blue No Matter Who person who's around. It's easy to blame the people whose rights have already disappeared for the threat that your rights might disappear as well. This Vote Blue No Matter Who thing is a cry for comfort. It is the people who are not feeling the effects of the crumbling empire we live in crying out, screaming 'Let me feel the comfort for a little bit longer, I don't want to be subjected to the things that others are already subjected to! I just want to be comfortable for a little bit longer!' And I honestly am not interested in voting for white northern comfort just because the other guy is threatening to take that away too.

And you are right. I do think it's selfish to try to focus on your own comfort while ignoring the active genocide of Palestinians, the ethnic cleansing being done with American Money, the thing that puts blood on every taxpayers hands, a true example of Taxation without Representation. Palestine is not the sacrificial lamb that we are entitled to trample over to ensure that we are comfortable. To think so is so monstrously dehumanizing, to say 'I can't focus on that cause I have to worry about me' while actively funding it. That's the biggest catching point for me. We have a responsibility to oppose Biden, to not vote for him and to actively call for him to step down and allow a different person to run, if not dismantling the system entirely, because this blood is on our hands.

Other people have said a lot more clever things about this than me, but Palestinian oppression is directly linked to all oppression around the world. Police in the US train with IOF soldiers, use the same methods on american citizens as IOF use on Palestinian citizens. This is not a case of 'two random countries that have nothing to do with us duke it out'. Israel is acting with the direct and explicit blessing of Joe Biden and the United States Government. He is, even for the standards of Democrats who like to say pretty words while bombing brown people, a warmonger. Like, violently so. Biden is legitimately more dangerous than anyone is giving him credit for, and is actively and openly funding blatant and obvious war crimes. That should honestly get him arrested and tried in an international criminal court.

Anyhow, that's all that from an American perspective. If you wanna really figure out what to do to help, seek out voices who actually know what they're talking about instead.

I recommend Imani Barbarin:

Also, check out my pinned post for ways you can provide a bit of support or learn more about the active ongoing genocide and ethnic cleansing of Palestine.

Especially check out Esims for Gaza. Aid has been inconsistent at best, but if you can't find anything else to do, send esims to help keep Palestine connected to the world.

#joe biden #free palestine #all eyes on rafah #met gala 2024 #long post #idk why this anon messaged my ngl #tbh theyre probably mass sending this message to various people as a 'gotcha!' thing #but on the off chance its real #im not a naturally nice or charismatic person #im unpleasant and off-putting #in general I think most people wouldn't ever ask me for political opinions #but my god i wouldnt be able to live with myself if i woke up feeling like this person feels #if i woke up and thought that other people dont matter as much as me #so i should just try to make the decision that provides me with the most amount of temporary comfort possible #what a truly selfish belief to hold

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malarkgirlypop · 8 months ago

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Dear Dot

Part 1 (Eugene Roe x Fem!OC)

Ok so this was supposed to be a one-shot, but then it snow balled and then here we are. Here is the first part of the story, unsure of how long it's going to be ahah. Also this is for @footprintsinthesxnd since she said she would love a Eugene one-shot, sorry Jess, I got a bit carried away.

This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no disrespect to the hard working paratroopers in real life.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd

Gene and the men entered the small bar in the small countryside where they resided in Aldbourne. The time they had spent there was only short, arriving recently into the country. It took a long boat ride over from America to get to where they were.

Gene had been thankful when they finally were able to leave the confines of the stuffy hold, where they had been for months on end. Though when they had arrived in England it was no holiday.

They were immediately put to work, they had continued their rigorous training exercises, even more so than when they were in Camp Toccoa. Gene shivered at the thought of their previous camp, the large hill looming in his mind.

He was pulled from his thoughts as Bull’s large hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him gently.

“Doc, what are you having?” The deep country drawl carried over the noise in the bar.

“Nothing for me.” Gene shook his head, he knew in the morning they had an early start. More practice ambushes.

The group gathered round a small standing table after they had collected their drinks. Smokes were being passed from person to person as they chatted amongst themselves.

Gene glanced around the room. Seemed like the whole small town and their dogs had gathered into the tiny establishment.

The bar was filled with a smoky haze due to all of the cigarettes everyone puffed on. Gene had a lit smoke hanging from his lip as he half listened to the men. It just about fell out of his mouth as he watched the door to the bar swing open. A group of very pretty ladies strode into the pub, all sporting army uniforms.

Skip, who perched next to him, had followed his gaze.

“My, my, boys we are going to have a good night tonight!” Skip hollered not taking his eyes off of the group of women who moved past the group to the bar to order their drinks.

The girls didn’t even seem to notice the looks they were getting, too caught up in their own chatter and giggles.

However the striking lady trailing behind the group sure did. She didn’t hesitate sending daggers to the onlookers who gawked at her friends.

The woman gave off more of a mature aura to the rest of the ladies who were with her. She ushered them along after they had collected their drinks to a more secluded booth in the back, where she thought they would be less disturbed.

Unfortunately for the group it wasn’t to be the case. The Easy men were far too competitive to let the ladies chat by themselves.

“Luz go talk to them.” Alex egged on the man who was grinning. He stood on his tip toes peering over at the table.

“Should I?” Luz smirked at the Easy men. He was a self proclaimed ladies man.

“Go on George!” The group encouraged the man. Gene stayed silent watching the interaction. Unlike the rest of Easy, he was one of the more quiet men. Most of his peers were rowdy and loud. Gene often felt as if he was a sore thumb sticking out when he was with them.

Luz sauntered over to the group of ladies, a coy grin on his face.

They couldn’t hear exactly what he said to the group as he bent down to one of the blondes who sat at the edge of the booth.

But from the looks of it, he wasn’t the ladies man he claimed to be.

The blonde's smile dropped quickly after George whispered into her ear. It was all too quick for the Easy man, she lifted her hand and in a swift motion slapped him across the face.

The group of men erupted into cheers and hysterics, as George made his way back to the table with his tail between his legs.

Gene couldn’t take his eyes off the brunette who appeared to be the leader of the group. She smiled brightly at the blonde who had smacked George. Turning her attention to their table, she stood.

Eugene froze, watching her approach. He noticed she moved with such elegance and precision, it almost appeared as if she was floating towards them.

He gulped as she finally stood at the edge of the group. She loudly cleared her throat, getting the attention of the rest of the men.

“Gentlemen.” The brunette looked the men up and down, “If I can call you that.” She muttered under her breath, before straightening.

A mean smile slipped onto her lips. Gene had never seen a smile that looked threatening, but somehow she pulled it off.

“My name is Sgt. Larson. The girls and I are just trying to unwind after a busy day, I’m sure you understand.” Sgt Larson judgingly looked around at the men in front of her, her tone clipped.

“We would appreciate it if you and your short friends.” She glanced at George and Perco. “Would keep your playground antics at bay. See we only deal with gentlemen, not whatever this is.” She gestured around the group.

The men were silent, never had they met a woman so brazen, so brash. She was a killer, but somehow she managed to do it with a smile on her face and a light tone. If you hadn’t heard what she had said you would’ve believed it to be a pleasant interaction.

“Well, boys.” She sneered. “I do hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” The Sgt didn’t even wait for a retort or a reply. Turning swiftly on her heel and a swish of her pristine curls, she strutted away back to her table.

Gene glanced around the table to find his friends with their jaws slack. He was unsure if they had got the message, or if they were too captivated by her looks to even comprehend what she had said.

“Who she calling short?” Perco squawked. George nodded in agreement.

“Yeah! What the hell!” George exclaimed.

“What did you say to the girl George?” Gene asked, he wondered what would elicit such a reaction from both the blonde and her Sgt.

“I only said. ‘Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention.’” George had an innocent look on his face as if he didn’t know why on earth that would earn the reaction it did.

The Easy group groaned in unison at George’s distasteful line.

“Luz who the hell told you that was a good idea?” Toye jabbed him in the side with his elbow.

“Perco said it was good!” The focus shifted to Frank who couldn't contain his laughter.

“I was obviously joking Luz!” Perco smacked George on the arm. George whined, rubbing the place where Frank had struck him.

The men kept their promise and left the group of women alone. Gene couldn’t focus on the conversation, he couldn’t help throwing fleeting glances towards the lovely Sgt.

Gene shook his head, trying to break the trance that she had over him. But nothing in his power worked. He walked up to the bar to buy the next round for the men, ordering himself one as well. He needed something to distract him.

After about 30 minutes the group of ladies stood. Though they didn’t leave like Gene expected them to. Instead they approached the bar, whispering to the barkeep who smiled at the group and nodded enthusiastically.

He came out from behind the counter, moving into the back corner of the pub. He cleared away the tables and chairs leaving the floor open, before he climbed up onto the counter and flicked on the radio that was perched on a high shelf.

Music played through the small room. The ladies cheered in excitement, moving onto the floor and dancing to the music. The Easy group turned and watched with amused smiles.

One by one the girls stopped dancing with each other and plucked up the courage to go ask the soldiers if they wanted to dance.

The petite blonde who had slapped Luz approached the table, her cheeks flushed pink. Surprisingly she approached George.

“Do you want to dance with me?” She asked shyly. George grinned widely, nodding his head, extending his hand for the girl to take.

“What the?!” Perco exclaimed, turning back to the group, who shared his look of confusion.

“I guess the line did work.” Lieb laughed as we watched the pair dancing. Luz looked back over to us, sending a thumbs up and a wink. He appeared to be very proud of himself.

Soon more ladies approached the table, taking more Easy men out to dance, until all of the girls had been taken.

Well except for one.

The Sgt didn’t ask anyone to dance, instead she clapped along on the sidelines, smiling brightly at the woman who glided past her.

Soon it was late and the men found their way back to the table, most of them. George and the girl who had slapped him talked quietly in the corner of the bar. He seemed to be enamoured with the young lady, a lazy smile on his lips.

Bull gathered up the rest of Easy, ushering them out of the bar, since it was closing for the night. The Sgt appeared to be doing the same, pulling the blonde away from Luz and taking her outside.

“One more second, Dot, please.” The girl pleaded as she walked alongside her Sgt.

“You have until I finish my smoke, then we are leaving.” The Sgt said sternly, but a small smile graced her lips when the blonde excitedly scurried away to get George.

Both Easy and the group of women waited outside the bar for the pair to finish chatting while everyone else smoked and talked.

Gene watched Dorothea lean against the wall, she pulled a cigarette from her purse as well as a lighter. She bent forward covering the flame with her hand, but the light wouldn’t catch. Eugene didn’t even notice, but he had started to walk towards the Sgt.

He stood in front of her awkwardly with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Gene cleared his throat making his presence known to the woman.

“Need a light?” He asked.

Dorothea huffed cursing under her breath at her trusty lighter, though not so trusty now.

“Yes please.” She conceded.

Gene plucked the lighter from his pocket, moving to stand closer to the lady so she didn’t have to lean forward to reach the flame. He struck the lighter for her, sheltering the flame from the wind.

The end of the cigarette burnt a cherry red as Dot sucked in a breath filling her lungs with the smoke, before blowing it out again.

She had expected the man to leave once he had offered her the light, but he still stood beside her looking up at the night sky above them.

“Does it look different?” She asked while she took a long drag from her smoke.

“What?” The man was confused at her question, as she hadn’t really given him any context.

“The sky. Does it look any different, to the one back home?” Dot clarified.

“Oh. Um. I guess it does look different. Back home you can’t see the stars well, too much light.” He seemed to be mesmerised by the twinkling lights in the sky.

Dot tilted her head up, taking in the night sky as well. “That’s sad.”

The man looked over at her.

“I couldn’t imagine looking up at the sky and not being able to see them all. Guess I took it for granted.”

“There are other things in the night that make it pretty.” Gene said.

Dot glanced quickly at the man, a scowl on her face. But when she took in his features there was no smug look on his face like she thought there would be.

“Like what?” Dot questioned.

“Well we have fireflies, I guess those are like our stars. And it’s never quiet, there are always frogs, crickets and other swamp dwellers. It’s like a whole orchestra, made up of nature.” Gene reminisced, he missed his home.

“Sounds nice, it would be interesting to visit.” Dot had never left England. She wondered what the rest of the world looked like.

“Well, if you do come, I’ll give you the tour.” Gene smiled at her. He was proud of where he was raised and would be happy to show it off.

“Who do I ask for?” Dot questioned, all well and good having a personal tour guide through the country but she didn’t even know the man's name.

“Eugene Roe, Medic, with the 101st Airborne.” Gene extended his hand to the lady who finished the last of her cigarette.

“Nice to meet you. You can call me Dot, everyone else does.” She shook his hand firmly. His fingers were soft and warm against her skin, sending shivers up her arm. The night air was chilly, his warm skin reminded her of the cold that nipped at her flesh.

“You’re not so bad. I thought all you Americans were all noisy riff raff, but I like you.” Dot smiled at the man, finally letting her walls down a bit.

She was hesitant of all the American’s that dwelled in the small town. They seemed to cause havoc and chaos, so she steered clear of them.

Dot glanced at her watch, it was later than she thought it was. She cursed under her breath, looking up to find all of her girls, so she could usher them all back to bed.

Her team mingled with the other men Gene arrived with. Talking in small groups, laughing and smoking. Dot smiled, noticing that all of them were being well behaved.

Unfortunately she was going to disrupt the peace.

“Girls! Let’s go.” She called, walking around grabbing each one by their elbow and pulling them away.

She let them all exchange goodbyes and information. They scribbled down addresses and names so that they could send letters to each other.

Dot rounded up everyone, doing a quick head count before they headed home. They all waved and trotted off down the country road, back to the house where they all stayed.

Crunching footsteps sounded behind Dot. She turned on her heel, behind her was a panting Gene. She looked at him curiously, why had he chased after the group?

“Eugene, are you ok?” Dot asked bending down slightly to check the man was fine.

“Dot, would you like to give me your information?” Gene asked, straightening.

“What for?” She asked, confused.

“So I can send you letters.” Gene smiled shyly at the woman.

“Oh!” Dot said in surprise. “Sure. Ok.” She bit her lip trying to suppress the grin that formed on her lips.

She had never been asked to be sent letters before. Dot’s heart fluttered slightly in her chest. She pulled out a pencil and paper from her purse, quickly writing down her information before handing it over to the medic.

Eugene smiled brightly. “Thank you, Dot. Have a good sleep.”

Gene ran back to the men who waited for him at the fork in the road, where he had left them to run after the Sgt.

“Doc, did you get it?” Frank asked the man.

He grinned, raising the paper that had Dot’s information above his head for the men to see. The soldiers erupted into a cheer, enthusiastically patting their friend on his back.

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cycleusin · 27 days ago

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Welcome Bleeders and Readers!

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Being a woman feels like being the butt of a joke that never lands. My growing, teenage body has to be one of my biggest burdens. At least once a month. Let’s talk about it.

Now if you’re on your period right now, chug some water, grab a snack, a heating pad, lay down and get comfy. If you’re not…..do it anyways, whatever you want.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being a woman. There are so many powerful women to look up to in terms of success. Michelle Obama, Oprah Winfrey, Kamala Harris, Victoria Green, Edith Wharton, and so on and so forth. But that’s not what I’m referring to. How many times have you been in a bad mood and have been asked, “Are you on your period?” Yeah, okay.

Now let me ask you something else, who are the main people that ask you that? For me, it’s older women who’ve adapted to this really messed up narrative.

It’s 2025, how far away are we from accepting the fact that our natural (incapacitating, life-questioning, world-hating) bodily functions warrant a few drastic mood changes? But of course, there’s a time and place for every mood. Please don’t show up to a funeral with a smile on your face, and don’t show up to a party feeling like you want to die…..you see where I’m going with this.

……….The time and place for a period is AT HOME. CHILL. Someone had to say it.

This might not be true for some and to those people, you are God’s strongest soldiers. Meanwhile, every month I feel like I’m riding on Satan’s back with his horns puncturing my abdomen. Anybody with me?

Suck it up. You have school. Go get your money up. Go take care of your family. BULLSH……this is a family friendly blog. :) But it’s also a safe space. No one wants to hear all the responsibilities that we have when we’re not bleeding from our vagina. Certainly not when we are. Story time.

I was in class minding my own business, unaware of the actual devil in my uterus on my shoulder. So I’m sitting there writing a cute little report on Roe vs. Wade, kind of ironic now that I think about it. All of a sudden…knock knock knock….YAYYY I’m not pregnant!!!! I did not need debilitating cramps and 10 cans of uterus juice to tell me that. If only mother nature would send a quick text. All clear. And, AND if you are not engaging in ‘get pregnant’ activities, surely you don’t need it, but that’s another topic for another time.

Anyways, I try to be a G most times and just thug it out, but this was NOT the case. I was on the verge of actual, real time, salty tears. I was told to go to the nurse, but in my natural state of defiance (I am NOT a deviant. I’m on a whole ‘be honest with yourself’ kick. new year, new me, who?) I did not. It didn’t help that I’ve never had a successful interaction with any school nurse whenever I was sent there. Fun fact: Ice and Ibuprofen do not cure everything.

So what do you do when you’re in pain and you’re stubborn, and your uterus just so happens to be shedding? You go to sleep.

Oh! How dare you fall asleep in this productive (unproductive), communicative (cliquey), fun (oh please) classroom? Only mentally ill kids go to sleep in class so we just have to get to the bottom of this. Is everything okay at home? Are you getting enough rest? Do your parents keep you up fighting?

Oh, no I’m only being ripped apart from the inside out. No biggie.

Oh, well everyone goes through that. Just dose up, you’ll be fine.

What. The. F(-amily friendly).

Okay this is kind of fun.

So basically there is no winning in this situation.

Que the ignorant men, “Well just remember to bring your medicine next time.” Wow. I never would’ve thought of that. My life is saved. Why thank you.

Another one, “You know when it’s coming, so just be better prepared.” Well….I actually have no rebuttal for that. Period tracking apps did their big one.

Women’s Rights Abolitionists, “How can women claim to be functioning members of society when they want to take a week at home every month?” Okay I’m pretty good at impressions. I don’t know how to answer this. Someone do it for me.

Just for the heck of it, “Women always use their periods as an excuse.” Well, duh. I’d understand this argument if the excuse was invalid, but how would you feel if, picture this, pay attention…

Que Main Title - John Williams

You’re ten, eleven, twelve years old. Possibly as young as eight. You are at school, maybe at the park—at home, at the store. You are none the wiser as you go to use the bathroom only to see blood in your underwear. Sorry, is that too graphic? Anyways. You’re terrified because no one ever had this talk with you. You go to a trusted adult and tell them you’re bleeding (if you don’t feel ashamed about it) only for them to tell you that it’s the most natural thing in the world and that you’re going to be bleeding once a month like this for the rest of your life.

Ouch.

Okay I think I’ve made my introduction. I’m Lay and I don’t hate periods (believe it or not). Again, it’s the most natural thing in the world, but because it’s the most natural thing in the world, people (men) downplay it. Let’s not do that.

Many of us young-ins are very uneducated about our bodies, and y’all old-ins seem to bend to what the standards were when we didn’t have rights. (We’re not too far off from that now). We barely have a voice in these decisions about our bodies. Old, red, white men gather in their offices to make their plays on the little people, their wives backing them up like the good little puppets they are, condemning themselves, and their daughters and the cycle continues…….okay.

Let’s get back in the program please. Cycle us in. Thanks! (roll the credits)

Catch me every month (like our little blood demons). Go put a pad in your purse and drink some water please.

#girls #gays #theys #bleeders #readers #menstrual cycle #menstrual cramps #menstrual period #menstruation #period #woman

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killed-by-choice · 2 years ago

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Linda Padfield, 28 (USA 1973)

Linda Padfield probably had no idea about Benjamin Munson’s extensive criminal record.

Munson had been a back-alley butcher for years. In 1969, he was convicted of subjecting a teenage girl to an illegal abortion. He won an appeal in circuit court. When the state appealed, the South Dakota Supreme Court upheld the conviction. Munson was trying to get this decision overturned when Roe v. Wade was passed, and a court decided that the charges were moot.

After Roe v. Wade, 28-year-old Linda Padfield traveled for 5 hours to reach Munson for a newly-legal abortion. She brought her 3 other children and a friend with her on the trip, telling relatives that it was a trip to visit friends. On June 15, 61-year-old Munson performed the abortion and sent Linda back to the motel room where she was staying. He gave her no warning of the danger she was in.

The next day, Linda and her friend took the 3 children sightseeing and then started heading home. Linda got back to her hometown of Groton on June 17.

By the time the group got home, Linda was already terribly sick. She had a fever and was nauseous. She told her concerned mother (Audrey Padfield) the truth about the trip and was taken to St. Luke’s Hospital in Aberdeen for emergency surgery immediately. A doctor noticed that Linda was showing signs of kidney failure and considered the possibility that fetal body parts were left behind.

Linda was too sick to survive. She deteriorated rapidly and died on June 18, 1973, only two days after the abortion. Dr. James Hovland, one of the doctors who treated Linda at St. Luke’s, said that he had considered that Linda might have retained fetal parts but did not pursue the possibility because she would have died while doctors were trying to make the determination.

Linda’s autopsy results were horrifying. Linda had been 5 months pregnant at the time of her abortion and her uterus still contained the rotting remains of the dead baby, who was almost whole. Munson had only torn off one arm, one leg, a piece of the skull and a section of the torso. A total of 240 grams of a decomposing fetus remained. Munson sent her home with a death sentence.

Even if doctors at St. Luke’s had performed an immediate hysterectomy, the infection was so severe that Linda couldn’t survive. In two days, the infection from the rotting corpse raged through her entire body. She was not in a condition to survive a hysterectomy.

Despite Munson’s efforts to avoid legal consequences, the case went to court. The prosecution focused on the fact that infection from that amount of retained body parts is inevitable. The Attorney General commented, “You take a three-inch leg off something, you have to know that there’s more in there than just the leg.”

The defense, however, argued that, “You’ve got to establish the standards of care before you can prove whether a doctor was culpably negligent.” The only standard of care, the defense said, was a local standard of care. What abortionists did in other areas, the defese argued, was irrelevant. Since Munson was the only dedicated abortionist in the state, whatever he did was by definition the community standard of care. Unbelievably, the judge bought it and ordered the jury to acquit.

Munson was later welcomed as a member of the National Abortion Federation. Linda Padfield clearly didn’t matter to the NAF. Neither did 18-year-old Yvonne Mesteth, who Munson killed in 1985 by leaving fetal body parts inside of her.

“Aberdeen doctors testify in Munson Trial,” Associated Press

“Rapid city doctor faces manslaughter charge,” Lead (SD) Daily Call, Oct. 6, 1977

“Janklow will not file appeal” Lead (SD) Daily Call, Oct. 19, 1977

“Munson acquitted,” Mitchell (SD) Daily Republic, Oct. 21, 1977

“Abortion death disputed,” Mitchell (SD) Daily Republic, Oct. 18, 1977

“Munson greeted warmly or with disgust” Minneapolis Tribune

"Rapid City Doctor Seeks Injunction," Argus Leader, August 10, 1976

"Dismissal denied in Munson case," Argus Leader, April 22, 1977

"Doctor: fetus parts after abortion might have lead to patient's death," The Daily Republic, October 20, 1977

"Judge directs acquittal for Munson," The Argus Leader, October 21, 1977

#tw ab*rtion #tw abortion #tw murder #pro life #abortion debate #abortion #pro choice #unsafe yet legal

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nottskyler · 2 years ago

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I couldn’t sleep last night and part of the time I was upset about the Church’s press release related to the overturning of Roe v Wade and the abortion law that took effect in Utah (which has very secret combination vibes because the average person did not think it would be overturned and this law passed without my hearing about it two years before it took effect). I know it’s a very passé topic, but I’m going to try to put my feelings into coherent words.

1) President Nelson is a doctor and should know better than to speak on a field that is not his expertise. OBGYNs and people who have worked in fertility know very well that having a fertilized egg is not what makes a baby. Yes, it is an important ingredient, but number of fertilized eggs doesn’t not equal how many babies you get. It’s not when life starts or people with uteruses would have no hope of being exalted because of how many fertilized eggs our bodies reject. Saying fertilization is when life begins is an insult to everyone with a uterus who struggles with fertility. (And a flat out lie with our current medical knowledge)

2) Life begins at fertilization is not the official Church stance and speaking during a press release as the head of the Church is attempting to change doctrine without going through the proper process (unanimous vote by counsel of prophet and apostles which should include their wives). Abortion is banned because it is “like unto” murder, not because it actually is. Saying life starts at fertilization changes the crime of abortion to be more akin to murder.

3) Regardless of all of the above, the Church is supposed to support religious freedom. We live in an era where a lot of beliefs are not part of an organized religion, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to have the same rights as people belonging to an organized religion. Abortion is considered vital for women to be equal in society by the majority of Americans. The Church should not be rejoicing in restricting the agency of a large group to live according to their beliefs. It goes against religious freedom, but of course the institution of the Church only supports “religious freedom” which is actually forcing others to live according to my beliefs even if they believe differently.

4) One of the main reasons the Church is not terrible for expecting its members to not have abortions is because of the social safety net that the Church provides. If you can’t afford a doctor, your ward leadership will step in to pay for it and even drive you. If you can’t afford housing, the Church will help you get housing and gainful employment to pay for it. Ward members will help and give free childcare. Unless the Church plans on using its $100 billion to make sure no one lives in poverty, it has no room to expect people outside the Church to live its beliefs (if you ignore the whole religious freedom stuff we supposedly support).

5) Everyone takes for granted how dangerous and risky pregnancy and childbirth are. Yes, we all are because someone took that risk, but people should be allowed to opt out of that risk because medical knowledge has advanced to allow that. Pregnancy is rough. I know media loves cryptic pregnancy stories, but that is the exception instead of the rule. HG is the absolute worst and no one should be forced to go through 9 months of that. And no one should risk their life giving birth if they don’t want to, especially people who already have children to take care of (who also likely know the risks better than before having their first kid as they’ve already gone through it).

6) The whole multiply and replenish the earth stuff works a lot better by persuasion than by force and the scriptures literally say that forcing people to keep commandments means amen to your priesthood (sorry President Nelson, your power diminished by supporting someone forcing people to do something). Living wage, housing first homeless programs, accessible childcare and healthcare, better air quality and communities (ie not car dependent), etc will do so much more to convince people to keep surprise pregnancies than making it illegal to get an abortion. I think a lot of people would have more children if the world was better, but nobody wants to listen to that.

So yeah, the Church needs to do a lot of repenting, including President Nelson. It’s wrong to deny abortions because you think pregnancy is as easy as getting fat and ejaculating and are privileged enough to not see the extent of poverty and how it ruins families. Investing in artificial wombs will do more for birth rates than any abortion ban (as it won’t change the birth rate whereas abortion bans will cause women to opt to be sterilized rather than deal with an unwanted pregnancy). And by their fruits you shall know them, letting young girls die from pregnancy and childbirth is a pretty rotten fruit.

#queerstake #abortion

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trashbag-baby666 · 1 year ago

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Eugene Roe VS. The Snow-Baberoe/OC

Summary: just as the title suggests. Gene doesn’t know how to handle living somewhere with four seasons.

WC: 763

C/W: None

BofB Masterlist!

Gene had grown up in the south his whole life. He hadn't really left his respected part of the south. Especially not during the winter months.

So, when he found himself at John Hopkins university during the coming winter, he had no idea what he was in for.

Then there was Babe and Graham. Both of them had grown up in Philly their whole lives and were used to the snow. It was nothing new to them.

Gene had met Graham in his public speaking class.

They sat next to each other and sometimes Gene would help him take notes when he couldn't really use his hands that day.

Then Gene met Graham's partner Babe who had moved with him. He thought his chances were over till he got close with the two and they invited him to join their relationship.

It was perfect and Gene found himself spending more nights at the two's apartment than his dorm.

It was a Saturday at the end of November and the three had plans to get brunch and go to the park. It was getting cold but still it was nice out.

Instead, when Gene was the first to wake up he looked outside and saw the mountains of white snow everywhere.

He had seen snow maybe a handful of times before but this was a lot of snow.

"Hey, Genie." Babe smiled coming out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes tiredly as he saw Gene holding a cup of coffee and staring out the window.

"Morning, Edward." Gene hummed.

"Looking at the snow?" Babe asked, coming up behind Gene and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah," Gene sighed, turning to look at Babe and hugging his boyfriend, "Did you stay warm through the night?"

"Yeah I did, have you ever fallen asleep with Graham basically laying on top of you before?" Babe giggled, it was true Graham always seemed to be a personal heater for the two.

A while later the three of them were finishing up getting ready. Gene was sitting on his knees looking through the clothes he had at their apartment.

"Are we going to have to cancel our day because it snowed?" Gene looked at the two of them.

Babe smirked, "Genie? Are you serious? This is barely any snow."

Gene raised an eyebrow, in the south it was like a national emergency if it snowed. School would be canceled sometimes for only a week.

"I forget we didn't grow up in the same areas." Gene smiled a bit.

"Do you need to borrow some clothes?” Graham asked as he came up behind Gene. Gene sat back on his knees and looked at the curly haired boy.

“Please?” Gene sighed and Graham nodded and opened his dresser drawers.

“Won’t your joints get stiff in the cold?” Gene asked Graham as he took the jeans and long sleeved shirt from him.

“I mean yeah, I’ll just use my motorized wheelchair though.” Graham shrugged looking up at the pale boy. Gene just nodded and went into the bathroom to change.

Graham and Babe shared an amused smiles to each other over Gene seemingly thinking the snow meant the end of the world. “Do you think he’ll be prepared by next winter?”

“Maybe?” Babe chuckled, grabbing his hat out of the top of the closet where they had stowed away all the winter clothes.

Gene came out of the bathroom, “Now do either of you have a jacket I can borrow?”

The three of them were set as they came outside of the apartment building and Gene shivered seeing the fog of his own breath. “I don’t know how you guys do it?”

“You’ll get used to it.” Babe kissed his cheek as he walked down the path towards his car.

“Fuck,” Graham groaned as his wheelchair got stuck in the snow. Babe sighed, turning around to help him out.

Before Babe slipped on a path of snow covered ice. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Babe sighed as he got up brushing the snow off of him. Gene had helped Graham out of being stuck.

Then the three of them had made it to the car. Babe put the keys in the ignition and felt his brake pedal stiff up as his car made a sputtering noise. Babe tried again and the car sputtered again before it stopped.

“Fucking hell,” Babe slapped his steering wheel,

“Well I guess Gene was somewhat right about today.”

Babe sat back in his seat looking at the two of them, “I guess we are going to spend our day inside.”

#band of brothers #modern au #Gene has never dealt with the snow before #disabled oc #babe heffron #eugene roe #baberoe

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bills-bible-basics · 1 year ago

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Abortion * Children * Pregnancy Graphic 30 https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/landmark-conservative-victory-scotus-overturns-roe-v-wade/ WOW! Praise the Lord! They did it! After fifty years of enduring such an ungodly farce, which only brought shame to our nation in the eyes of God, on Friday, June 24, 2022, in a 6-3 ruling, the conservative justices of the Supreme Court of the United States mustered their courage and overturned Roe v. Wade. By so doing, they have sent the abortion issue back to the individual states where it actually belongs. What a hot battle will now ensue in each state as locally-elected officials and their constituents make their OWN decision with regards to this extremely divisive issue. I am so encouraged by this news! Their ruling gives me a little hope that maybe there is some light at the end of the tunnel. For once, the SCOTUS has done something right, after so many blunders in recent years, such as legalizing same-sex "marriage" in 2015. Of course, honestly speaking, the nation as a whole still has a long way to go, and a lot of serious repenting that still needs to be done, if she expects to be forgiven, and receive God's full blessings. As we read in the Holy Scriptures: "Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people." Proverbs 14:34, KJV "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." 2 Chronicles 7:14, KJV "The LORD is far from the wicked: but he heareth the prayer of the righteous." Proverbs 15:29, KJV "The righteous cry, and the LORD heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles." Psalm 34:17, KJV "Yet they seek me daily, and delight to know my ways, as a nation that did righteousness, and forsook not the ordinance of their God: they ask of me the ordinances of justice; they take delight in approaching to God." Isaiah 58:2, KJV "But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him." Acts 10:35, KJV To continue, despite all the devilish things the radical Left and those wicked pro-abortionists did to try to dissuade the conservative justices from making this ruling -- including protesting outside some of their homes, threatening their lives, demonizing them, etc. -- the six conservative justices stood firm. God bless them for that! Satan and his crowd are no doubt quite outraged and imploding at this very moment! In fact, as you have probably already read, the public protests by the ungodly wicked who insist on murdering their unborn children have already begun. Who knows what those extremists will do in coming days, weeks and months. We have already witnessed what they have done in the recent past when they don't get their way: mob violence on the streets! Quite frankly, it is totally absurd that Roe vs. Wade has lasted these past fifty years as it has, because as far as I know, there is absolutely no right to abortion to be found anywhere in the US Constitution. The word "abortion" does NOT even exist in the document anywhere. I have no doubt that the founders of this nation, and the authors of the US Constitution, would be horrified to learn how their carefully-crafted words have been so terribly twisted by radical politicians and justices in our modern day, in order to magically create support for such a heinous, wicked, devilish, murderous procedure as abortion. As we all know, surgical abortion did not even exist at that time, so how could the Constitution's framers possibly have even imagined it, much less condone it and protect it as a right in said document? They couldn't, and didn't. In short, my friends, the constitutional right to abortion has been a Big Lie, and a fabricated fiction, which has endured for these past fifty years due to weak politicians, and weak justices, who were too afraid to do anything about it. No one had the guts to do what really needed to be done.

So again, thank God that Roe v. Wade has finally been overturned, and the abortion battle will now continue in the individual states where it belongs. One thing is for certain. This ruling will make the 2022 midterms, and the 2024 presidential campaign season all the more interesting. Every politician -- whether representative, senator, governor or presidential candidate -- will now be forced to make an open, public stand on one side of the fence or the other. There are no longer any gray areas in which to hide. Red states will now become redder, and blue states will become bluer. That is a given. As many of you have no doubt already read or heard, not surprisingly, former US President Donald J. Trump is taking credit for this monumental, landmark decision, being as he nominated three of the justices who were a part of the majority opinion. While I personally don't care for Trump's constant self-glorification and tooting his own horn, in this regard, he is right. Without those three justices on the bench, this victory for Christian and Conservative values would have never happened. Of course, as a Bible-believing Christian, I also believe that the LORD was behind the developments which ultimately led to this ruling. After all, the Scriptures clearly inform us that He is the one who raises up and puts down leaders, as we can easily determine by the following group of verses: "Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God. Whosoever therefore resisteth the power, resisteth the ordinance of God: and they that resist shall receive to themselves damnation. For rulers are not a terror to good works, but to the evil. Wilt thou then not be afraid of the power? do that which is good, and thou shalt have praise of the same: For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil. Wherefore ye must needs be subject, not only for wrath, but also for conscience sake." Romans 13:1-5, KJV "Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck. For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge: he putteth down one, and setteth up another." Psalm 75:5-7, KJV "Daniel answered and said, Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are his: And he changeth the times and the seasons: he removeth kings, and setteth up kings: he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding:" Daniel 2:20-21, KJV "This matter is by the decree of the watchers, and the demand by the word of the holy ones: to the intent that the living may know that the most High ruleth in the kingdom of men, and giveth it to whomsoever he will, and setteth up over it the basest of men." Daniel 4:17, KJV "I have made the earth, the man and the beast that are upon the ground, by my great power and by my outstretched arm, and have given it unto whom it seemed meet unto me." Jeremiah 27:5, KJV "The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will." Proverbs 21:1, KJV "For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry. Because thou hast rejected the word of the LORD, he hath also rejected thee from being king. And Saul said unto Samuel, I have sinned: for I have transgressed the commandment of the LORD, and thy words: because I feared the people, and obeyed their voice. Now therefore, I pray thee, pardon my sin, and turn again with me, that I may worship the LORD. And Samuel said unto Saul, I will not return with thee: for thou hast rejected the word of the LORD, and the LORD hath rejected thee from being king over Israel." 1 Samuel 15:23-26, KJV "And upon a set day Herod, arrayed in royal apparel, sat upon his throne, and made an oration unto them. And the people gave a shout, saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man.

And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost." Acts 12:21-23, KJV But concerning Donald J. Trump, in my view, the truth is that unless those nasty Democrats soon find a way to totally destroy him, Trump may very well make a comeback, and be the next US president AGAIN! We all know that the radical Left -- and even some members of Trump's own party -- has been working really hard at it for years now, trying every possible trick in the book to bring down Trump. It is evident that the radicals are becoming more desperate and vicious by the month, as the 2024 campaign season draws ever closer! Yet Trump still stands. Is it by Divine Will? Good question. In fact, with the rulings the SCOTUS has just made regarding Roe v. Wade and Second Amendment gun rights, I suspect that the court has indirectly pretty much handed Donald Trump the Republican 2024 presidential nomination, and quite possibly a 2024 presidential victory as well, being as it was Trump's three judicial nominations which has resulted in these two rulings. Time will tell. These two rulings have certainly fired up Trump's base, and Trump himself is capitalizing on these two developments as much as he can. Article: "Abortion: Slaughter of the Innocent: https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/abort-01.html Article: "Murdering Millions by Mail: The Abortion Controversy": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/murdering-millions-by-mail.html Article: "The Fruit of the Womb": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/fruitwm1.html "Abortion" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse493.html "Child Discipline and Obedience" KJV Bible Verse List: https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse122.html https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/abortion-children-pregnancy-graphic-30/?feed_id=76476&_unique_id=650e4b9c405ca&Abortion%20%2A%20Children%20%2A%20Pregnancy%20Graphic%2030

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