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soxcietyy · 5 months ago

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Temptation

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

Chapter 9

You offered the maid your help to clean up the mess the next day. Yuta on the other hand told them to not let you lift up a finger but how could you let them do all the work? This was basically your fault to begin with. If you handing ran away then he wouldn’t of done this.

Sitting a the dinner table you watch as servants come and bring you breakfast. Yuta had told you that he wouldn’t be able to join you because of work. So now you sat here alone eating. Leaving you to think and have your thoughts consume you.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that meeting. They were talking about territory’s, money, and the law. Could they be doing something illegal? There’s no way right? They’re powerful buisness owner that had all the money they could want. If people found out they were doing illegal things then that would tear their reputation.

Yuta couldn’t possible be involved in such things right? He was a good boy… one that went to church and was praised by many. Then the memory of him shooting your best friend on your wedding flashed in your mind.

You stood up abruptly and stalked out of the dinning room towards his office. You couldn’t just sit here and contemplate such thing. You need to know the answer to what he really does before you went crazy.

Opening the doors to his office you see him sitting there with a man. You freeze thinking this was bad timing. Maybe you should come back later, or maybe ask him at dinner.

Before you could take a step back Yuta dismissed the individual quickly. The man looked a bit taken aback but did as told. You swallow hard as you watched Yuta make his way towards you. He analyzed your face with every step he took. Trying to read you so he could be prepared for anything.

"Yes angel?" He hums.

You stand up right quick and look at him in the eyes. He couldn’t see you as a frighten little girl. You had to put your foot down.

"I want to t-alk"

Welp so much for going in this with confidence.

"Right, come on in." He says leading you to his desk for you to take a seat in the chair where the other gentleman was sitting in not too long ago. Taking the seat you watch as he sits down in his own.

It was almost as if he had a scary shadow hovering over him making the atmosphere feel suddenly heavy. No wonder everyone that met him looked frightened.

"At the meeting… you guys weren’t talking about stock."

He raises his right brow as he rest his chin onto his hand. He sat there in silence recapping the conversation that was made at the meeting.

"Job…You want a job right? How about I give you one for the next 18 years? Maybe more depending how many we ha-"

"Yuta" you interrupt him.

He was trying to brush off the topic again. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

"I don’t think that’s something you should worry about Angel. Look how about I order some plants for you to put around the house. Maybe new dresses? Or how about some makeup?" Yuta says as he takes out his check book from a drawer.

"You’re doing illegal business, you’re a criminal!" You finally shout.

He froze as those words fell out of your mouth. He slowly placed the pen down and looked at you with those stoic eyes.

"And?"

Your eyes widen seeing as he actually admitted to it. Was this what you wanted? What now? Technically you still had no idea what he was doing but it was something at least.

"So stop..." You say quietly almost sounding like a whisper.

He lets out a laugh before he looks at you with loving eyes.

"You’re so adorable y/n. Let’s go get you a cute night gown and maybe a new purse too." He says standing up.

He walked passed you as he made his way to the door but you had other plans. As his back was turned at you, you decide to sit on his desk. All over his paper work. You grab a bottle of wine that sat one the corner of his desk. He turned to look at you with a smile.

He probably thought that you wouldn’t do it. That you didn’t have the guts to face him.

Then you did it. You poured it all over his desk. All over your clothes causing it to stain. All of his paper work ruined.

"Come here right now."

You look at him and swore you saw one of his eyes twitched.

"Make me."

It took him no time to reach you and grab you to pull you off the desk. He had a tight grip on your arm as he pushed you onto his chair.

"I’ll make you come alright."

He leaned in to kiss you to shut you up before you could say anything to him.

He was aggressive, like a starving animal devouring your lips. Shoving his tongue in your mouth forcing you to follow his flow. He held you down making sure you weren’t going to run away this time. It was a long make out session before he pulled away causing you to gasp for air.

As you cought your breath he grabbed the phone that was on his desk and dialed a number as he unbuttoned his shirt. He slithered right out of his his button up quickly as he got on his knees and pulled your skirt up.

He smiled as he caught a sight of what he’s been wanting for so long. His long fingers slipped inside of you as the other ones unbuttoned the buttons on your white blouse.

wine all over them.

"Yes sir?" Someone finally spoke.

His hot mouth left your breast alone so he could respond to the person on the other side of phone.

"Everyone outside and guard the door. Nobody is to enter the house until I say so." He says before hanging up and throwing the phone to the side.

The cord recoiled making it hang off of the desk as he continued to give attention to your breast. Licking and sucking until they felt sore and sensitive.

Before he could dare go any further there was a loud knock at the door. He simplify ignore it and swore under his breath as he continued to suck.

Going from polite knocking to loud banging non stop.

Yuta continued to ignore but at last gave in. He ran his hand through his hair as he let out loud sigh. Grabbing you he lifted you out of your chair and pulled your skirt down for you and buttoned your blouse before fixing himself up.

He made his way to the door and swung it open to reveal one oh his men panting at the door. He looked up at Yuta with wide yes and shaking. Your husband seemed to have a surprises look on him. You peer to the side trying to take a good look and when you do you see the man holding something. Red liquid dripped onto the floor slowly making a mess for the maids to clean later.

He slammed the door shut. He looked at you as he averts his eyes from the window to you.

"Angel can you stay on here until I come and get you? Kind of having an emergency and I would appreciate if you stayed put." Yuta says as he begins to walk out and shut the door behind him.

You may of not gotten everything you wanted to right now but you had another way to get it.

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Yuta didn’t know if he should be angry at his men for interrupting him moment with you or not. Then again having one of them show up with a decapitated head at your door was also not good.

It took him a second too long to remember that you where here too.

He wouldn’t have known what to say or do if you saw something so traumatizing.

Walking outside with everyone else he was lead to where the rest of the corpse was. It didn’t take long for the smell to hit him. That sweet horrible smell of death that he had encountered too many times.

How could things like this keep happening at his home? Obviously he already knew who it was. Angelo was probably furious about things not going his way. That didn’t mean he had to go to such lengths.

If he really wanted to he could call out a full on war on that man but I was best to stay peaceful. If Yuta were to show that this really did affect them then he would continue on with the tactic. It was best to pretend like it was nothing serious for now.

From the looks of how everything has been happening it seems like there’s going to be more security. Especially when you’re home alone. He’s also going to have to replace these iron bar fence with bricks. May not look so great but it’s for the best.

"Bury him and double the people on each post tonight." Yuta says as he walks back inside with a cigar in his hand.

He lights it up before stepping inside to see that the mess was all cleaned up. These girls worked quiet and quick without a complaint. Maybe he should give them a bonus for them to stay a bit longer.

Going back to his office he sees you with a book in your hand. Seemed to be one about business.

"alright let's go Angel, ill treat you to anything today." Yuta says as he grabs your hand and strings you along.

"What about you treating me with your attention?"

He stops and looks at you confused for a moment. This had to be an interesting request.

"Alright, what does my Angel want? I can give you all the attention in the world."

"I want you to agree on doing anything for me. You can’t take it back or say no when I request it." You cross your arms.

What a silly little thing to ask for. What could it possibly be?

"What is it?" He asks.

"Yu! You’re not supposed to know until that moment." You roll your eyes.

There you go again with that little nickname again. Everytime you said his name like that he felt weird. As if you casted a spell on him that forced him to agree to anything you said. You didn’t need to make such an agreement like this, all you had to do was say his name like that with a pleading look.

Obviously he wasn’t going to tell you that.

"Yes yes I agree to your little terms and conditions. You have my word." Yuta says knowing it wouldn’t be anything terrible.

You’re a good girl, you would do no harm to an animal.

You latch your hand onto his in a happy mood and look up at him.

"I think I feel like one of the happiest girls alive right now." You smile.

You smiled….when was the last time he saw you like that? With no anger or resentment? Because it felt like eternity. He wasn’t going to let this moment pass.

"Did you ever try out the makeup I got you on our wedding day?"

That was a horrible thing to say.

You had him sitting in the chair as you tested out the new products. Swatching them on his skin and putting glitter on his eye lids. He could tolerate this. Nothing wrong with a little color to make you happy. Unless it was lip stick. He refused to put such a thing on.

What would his guys think if they saw him in such a position? Stooping so low for his wife’s happiness.

"I really love how this powder is looking on you Yu, how about we try a gloss? It has no color in it."

Yuta lets out a quiet sigh as he looks at the door hoping nobody would barge in anytime soon. He complied to your little antics. He was just happy you weren’t fighting with him or running away anymore.

If it were up to him you would be chained to the floor and locked up in here all day. It’s the only place he deemed safe enough to keep you. Unfortunately you would not be happy with the idea so he could not go on with it.

"My father told me that he’s going to be coming over today. Since you know he hasn’t been here at all. He wants to visit us." You say as you push his hair back.

Visitors… such a nuisance to have. All they do is eat, yap, and criticize others. Especially if it’s the mother in law.

Yuta didn’t even know you still kept in touch with him. He was pretty sure the agreement they made included for him to keep out of your way. He must be an idiot if he was still lurking around you. Then again it was so easy to convince him to let you be his wife.

All Yuta had to do was pay 100k plus buy a few stocks from that shitty wine company. Old man was jumping with joy when Yuta offered him that. Truly an embarrassment to man kind.

"Alright." Yuta replied as you wiped off the makeup with a wet rag that sat in a bowl.

If someone where to offer Yuta that for his daughter’s hand in marriage he would of blow the man’s head of with a rifle.

….

There was no way he just thought about the future. Obviously you are his wife that’s supposed to bare his kids but he’s never thought of it like that. He’s never cared about that… he’s always lived in the moment and didn’t think of having a family. But just now he became overprotective over someone who doesn’t even exist yet.

His stomach twisted the more he thought about it.

"You okay? You look sick Yu. Could you be coming down with a fever?" You ask him.

"Yes I’m fine, when is your dad coming over?"

"In the morning he said he was going to drop by in the afternoon."

Great. Yuta mumbled under his breath.

It didn’t take long for him to come over. He knocked at the door repeatedly until Yuta opened it. He had an angry look on his face and was breathing heavily. Surprisingly his wife was nowhere to be seen. He must of came straight from work.

"You! Your men almost killed me!"

Yuta puts his hand on his chin and then remember that he had forgotten to tell them about his father in law coming over. They probably thought he was a trespasser and tried to take him out. So unfortunate that it didn’t happen.

"Shouldn’t of came." Yuta says as he looked at the man’s ruffled shirt.

"Your a bastard, just like that stupid clan your from. All of you are the same!" He says as he looks inside the house, eyes darting all over. "Where’s y/n? Don’t tell me you have her locked up somewhere. That poor girl forces to marry you."

He was all nice and polite when you guys wernt married yet but all of a sudden the act was gone.

"All because her stupid broke father sold her off to some horrible bastard. What’s even worst is that her father was on his knees once he heard a small offer of money."

The man gritted his teeth and pushes Yuta so he could get through.

He called out to you loudly.

You appeared on the stairs in no time. Wearing a beautiful gown. This seemed to have calmed your fathers nerves down because his shoulders became slack.

Yuta eyes him up and down as he approached to embrace you. Holding you so tightly that your skin tone was becoming discolored.

"Show me a tour of the house! I have to know if you’re living comfortably and in good conditions." He tells you.

Of course the old man would think that he had you living in a horrible state.

Yuta followed along but a few feet away from you guys. You ended up showing off the kitchen, bathrooms, dinning room, library and more. Yuta wanted to obviously give you guys space but he had a feeling that the old man would not keep his hands to himself. He would probably snatch anything small enough to fit in his pockets to sell off later. Especially now that you where taking him into the bedroom.

His mouth fell wide open when he stepped in. It was probably ten times as big as his master bedroom.

"What do you do with so much room?" He asks

"I do so many things in this room with your daughter. Sometimes it isn’t enough and we have to take it down stairs." Yuta smirks as he looks at you.

Your face became a bright pink shade.

"You disgusting monster, do you have no class?!" Your father yells. He took a deep breath before proceeded to talk about the house.

He mostly asked questions about her. Where do you eat? Study? Sleep? What side of the bed is yours? What time do you do this? What time do you do that? It was really boring and unnecessary questions. Sounded more like an interrogation.

Eventually Yuta grew so tired of his presence that he mentioned it was lunch time and that he should go home and eat with his wife but he ignored Yuta. Instead he took a seat at the table and said that he would prefer to stay and eat with you.

It didn’t matter if they brought his food cold or his drink too hot the stubborn man still sat here eating his meal as if it was the best thing ever. He should have slipped something in his drink. He should have done SOMETHING but you would know exactly where to look if something happened to your father.

"So are you always here? Do you ever leave the house or allow my daughter to go out?" He asks.

Yuta stops chewing his food and looked up to see that he was actually being asked something.

"We’re always together no matter what." Yuta says bluntly.

"Ever think of letting her be her own person?"

"Every think of minding your own business? "

You let out a laugh caught to stop them from arguing.

"Father it’s been so nice having you over but me and Yuta have an appointment in an hour and have to prepare to leave." You say.

Yuta looks at you surprised to hear a lie come out of your mouth. Could it be that you could feel the tension? Were you trying to help him out or your father?

"Oh y/n you guys can go and I’ll just stay here until you get bac-"

"Absolutely not." Yuta cuts in.

You let out a nervous laugh as you put your hand on ver your fathers.

"Father you can come another time with mother! It’s so sad that you didn’t bother to bring her."

Something didn’t feel right. Something was off and Yuta couldn’t quite figure it out.

AN: Iv come to terms with the fact that I literally can’t catch my own grammar mistakes. I once turned in a paper report to my professor that had "ass" instead is "as".

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rip-quizilla · 1 year ago

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Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 5

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: Everything is falling- leaves from the trees, rain from the sky, you for Eddie, and Eddie for you.

Word Count: 10.1 K

A/N: Big thanks to @the-unforgivenn (happy birthday❤️) for all of the help you gave me on this chapter, and honestly this whole fic in general. You've been an invaluable part of the writing process of this story, and the fact that you care so much about Eddie & Ace just makes me feel so loved... you don't even know. Ily wifey✨

Thank you @vintagehellfire for your priceless tattoo knowledge- I hope I did you proud!!

Also thanks to @blueywrites for helping me decide on what Eddie would tattoo on reader back in our Tumblr DMs in June😂 y'all that's how long I've had this scene in my brain. This part of the story has been a long time coming.

Divider was created by the lovely and talented @hellfire--cult❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 5

Fall, 1983

“Rick, are you serious, man?”

“Dead serious, I’ll sell it to you for twenty.”

You caught the tail end of their conversation as you approached the red plastic picnic table in Forest Hills trailer park. Today was the first day of fall, and while it may not have felt like biting cold and crunchy leaves yet, it did feel like flannels tied around waists and long-dead grass that broke beneath the soles of your shoes. You hopped up onto the surface of the table, swinging your feet around to rest beside Eddie where he sat on the bench.

“Sell what?” you asked, producing three cans of Coke from your bag that you’d brought from home and handing one to each of the boys. Rick had grown accustomed to your presence since the spring, so he actually cracked a smile when he answered your question and nodded in thanks as he accepted the can.

“Munson wants to buy my old tattoo gun.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, seriously?” you asked Eddie.

He didn’t take his eyes off Rick. “And I’m wondering what the catch is if you’re selling it to me for so cheap.”

You cracked open your can of soda with a hiss, joining Eddie in his Rick stare-down. “Hmm,” you mused, “I bet he forgot to clean it and it’s staph-infested.”

“Nope,” Rick popped the ‘p’ after taking a swig from his shiny red can. “Never been used, so I can guarantee it’s staph-free. Always meant to use it, but after that brush with the cops I had last month, I don’t want to risk having it.”

You narrowed your eyes at Eddie, trying to discern whether or not he’d thought about the fact that if he bought it, then he would be in possession of paraphernalia for illegal Indiana activities.

Then again, you knew he smoked weed and that was most definitely against the law as well, and he hadn’t been caught yet. You trusted him not to be stupid enough to get arrested.

You turned your line of questioning on Eddie. “Why on earth do you need a tattoo gun anyway?”

“Well you see, Ace-” Eddie lifted one of your feet up from the bench, straightening your leg and presenting your right shoe- your white converse, half covered in mythical creatures and random doodles that Eddie had slowly been adding to with his fine-tipped Sharpie ever since you’d bought them in early August. “-it seems that I need a canvas for my art, and it won’t be long before I run out of shoe.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “So now people are the canvas?”

Eddie held up his arms, bare skin nearly translucent in the afternoon sun. His nearly-too-small Iron Maiden tee showcased just how much bare skin he had to spare along the contours of his limbs. “If by people you mean me, then yeah.”

“You’re going to tattoo yourself?”

“Yep!”

“Without practicing on someone else first?”

Eddie smirked, “You volunteering?”

You rolled your eyes, but for some odd reason the idea stuck. You decided to play along.

“Let’s say I am, what would the tattoo be?”

Eddie hadn’t anticipated this answer. He was so surprised, in fact, that he choked on the soda that he’d just sipped into his mouth before your question. In a cacophony of coughs and wheezes, Eddie managed to regain his composure as you smiled wryly, feeling as though you’d bested him somehow in some small way. To fluster him with something as small as this, something he hadn’t expected.

“You’re serious? You want a tattoo?” Eddie responded skeptically, before turning away from you to fiddle with his soda can still held in his hands.

You shrugged, as if he were asking if you wanted a pizza, not a permanent brand inked on your skin. “Why not? I think I’d look pretty badass with a tattoo.”

You weren’t sure what was making you feel so bold today, but you had a feeling it might be related to the thought of Eddie covered in ink that wound up and down his skin that was making you ache to touch it when it was still naked and peach-pale. You scooched a couple inches down the tabletop to the left, placing your seat directly behind Eddie’s neck.

Then, in a stroke of something between bravery, stupidity, and need, you carefully slung your legs over Eddie’s shoulders so that they sat in the bends of your knees.

It was a simple gesture- familiar, even. You made a point to lean back a little, bracing your hands behind you on the tabletop so that the apex of your thighs stayed a good distance from the back of Eddie’s neck. You felt Eddie’s shoulders stiffen, each muscle under your jeans tensing for a moment before relaxing into the closeness.

Then Eddie brought his hands to your ankles, his fingertips brushing the spare skin between your high tops and the cuffs of your jeans. The pads of his thumbs barely caressed the skin but they felt like a kiss- a thing coveted and then forbidden, then coveted even more.

His touch drifted over your legs, warm hands coming to rest over your shins and squeeze, heating the denim that separated his skin from yours. You were holding your breath. You’d been so confident a second ago yet here he was, knocking the very air from your lungs.

You waited anxiously for him to say something; if he didn’t you were sure you were going to do something stupid. Something that would involve more of his skin on your skin.

“Would you want this tattoo of yours to show?” Eddie asked at last, breaking the silence between the two of you- well, the three of you. Rick was still there, taking in the sight before him with a smirk on his face.

“Not easily, my parents would kill me.” you said, ensuring that your tone of voice was nonchalant, casual. “But I don’t see the harm in something small that I could hide.”

Eddie tilted his head back and up, earthen eyes flicking up to yours. “What happened to ‘looking badass’?”

You pursed your lips as you leaned forward, bringing your faces to hover parallel over each other. “You’re saying that taking my pants off to reveal a surprise tatty isn’t badass?”

You watched as Eddie’s eyes flashed darker for a split second- nearly imperceptibly so- before his lips stretched sinfully into a mischievous grin. “Oh, under the pants then, huh?”

His hands traced higher, ghosting on your knees and burning his fingerprints through your jeans.

“Easy to hide,” you said, struggling to keep your voice even. “It’s a practical placement.”

Eddie’s thumbs stroked absentminded circles into the flesh of your lower thighs, tight denim puckering with the motion. “Practical placement…” he murmured, low enough that it sounded like he hadn’t even meant to say it out loud.

“You could put it on your hip.”

Both of your heads whipped around to focus on Rick, who was grinning at both of you like he’d just discovered a fun new game to play. He shrugged, hopping up to sit beside you on the tabletop. “You want it to be hidden all of the time, right?” he leaned to shove you congenially with his shoulder. “When’s a good girl like you gonna be showing off some hip? I bet the only one who’ll see that will already be married to you when he lays eyes on-”

“Hey!” you interjected. “You act like I’m some prude, I’m not a nun.” Rolling your eyes, you looked back down at Eddie hoping to meet his gaze and laugh together over how ridiculous Rick was being. However, you looked down only to find Eddie’s chocolate browns trained on Rick with wide-eyed warning. A silent message was clearly being exchanged, but it wasn’t for you.

Rick was smiling smugly down at Eddie, unbeknownst to you, and Eddie was getting the message loud and clear:

It’s time to raise the stakes, kid.

“Perfect!” Rick chirped, smug eyes still trained on Eddie’s. “So you wouldn’t mind letting Eddie use your hip as his, uh… canvas, then?”

If Eddie’s looks could kill, Rick would be a dead man.

“Yeah.” you choked out, refusing to give yourself time to chicken out of what you’d gotten yourself into. “Yeah, why not?”

Rainy days in autumn just felt right.

Sure, you were in Latin class. Sure, you were supposed to be working on a packet the substitute teacher had just passed out. However, it was raining outside. The sub was easygoing enough that she hadn’t made a move to stop Eddie from doodling on your shoe that was perched comfortably on the crook of his hip.

You sat behind him in every class you had together- there were four of them this year- and Eddie had gotten into the habit of reaching back to tap you on the leg whenever he knew he was losing focus. Every time he tapped, you would carefully stretch your leg forward until his hand caught on your ankle, lifting it up until it rested on his lap. His sharpie would go to work on whatever blank spots he could still find on your white converse, and the mindless activity of his drawing would keep his mind awake enough to listen as teachers droned on and on.

The change in Eddie wasn’t lost on his teachers- they had all noticed the impact that your company seemed to have on him, and it was the only reason why they hadn’t had any issues with your constant companionship. When you were around, Eddie actually paid attention in his classes and turned in work- that was good enough for them.

The silence of the classroom and the soundtrack of rainfall beating against the roof and windows had created the perfect work zone for you, and your focus on your classwork was only interrupted when you noticed a folded piece of torn notebook paper on the edge of your desk.

Smirking as you felt Eddie continue doodling on your shoe, you unfolded the paper and read the slanted scrawl that you’d come to recognize instantly as Eddie’s handwriting.

Were you serious about the tattoo thing? It’s OK if you’re not.

Your cheeks heated, contemplating whether you were still serious about it or not. The only fears you had about it were completely logical- Eddie had literally no clue what he was doing. Yours would only be his second tattoo after his own. Worst case scenario, the tattoo would get infected and you go to the hospital. Eddie gets arrested for tattooing without a medical license. Best case scenario… you get to sit there while he grips your naked thigh for as long as it takes to leave a permanent reminder of him on your hip.

You blinked a couple of times, letting that mental image wash over you, before confidently penning your answer beneath his message.

I’m serious.

Folding the scrap of paper and handing it back to him, you felt his Sharpie leave your shoe as he took the note and read it. You watched him register the two words, glance back at you through the loose strands of hair that hung over his shoulder, then smile softly into a shake of his head. A second later, he was handing the note back to you.

If you say so, Ace. What am I tattooing, and where?

You had to think about it for a moment before passing back your answer

Hip is fine. What are you gonna do? We could match.

Eddie’s reply came faster than you’d ever seen him write any of his notes in class, that’s for damn sure.

You want matching tattoos?? Are you sure?

Your heart began to race. Was that bad? Was he judging you for wanting to match him? Maybe you were being too clingy, trying too hard… you glanced down at his jacket, which was wrapped around you almost every day at this point- it was practically a second skin. His handwriting was all over your shoes. You stared at your fingers, scarlet polish chipping from the tips of your nails, and you remembered that you’d chosen red solely because he’d mentioned it was his favorite color.

Were you coming across as desperate? Were you weirding him out? Maybe you needed to dial it back-

A new piece of paper slid across your desk, Eddie’s eyes glancing your way with nothing but warmth in his gaze before he returned his attention to your shoe on his lap.

I’m fine with it if you are.

Putting bats on my forearm.

You released a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, giving ways for butterflies to take flight inside your chest. You grinned, jotting down your reply beneath his writing.

I’m more than fine with it.

Could you do just one little bat on my hip?

Eddie took a little longer this time with his response, and you understood why once you saw the adorably small silhouette of a bat penned in black on the paper he’d passed back to you.

You leaned forward, letting your chin nearly brush the fabric of his denim jacket as you whispered low enough that the substitute teacher wouldn’t hear.

“It’s perfect.”

A snicker from the other side of the classroom caught your ear. Eddie and you both turned to see a cluster of letter-jacketed assholes staring at the two of you, whispering and laughing with each other.

You knew deep down that you didn’t care what they thought. You knew that you should just keep your head down. Ignore them.

But then you caught the tail end of one of their sentences.

“...fucking freaks.”

Two things happened simultaneously: your eyebrows jumped, and Eddie’s stomach dropped.

The ringing of the bell was all you needed to angrily shove your belongings into your backpack and march over to the other side of the classroom, stopping the jocks in their tracks. Eddie was right behind you, tugging you back by the crook of your elbow as you steadily ignored his pleas to sit down and ignore them, they aren’t worth it.

“You want to repeat what you were saying over there, Alan?” You stared up at the freckled boy, his harsh features sneering down at you from where he stood nearly half a foot taller than you. His height did nothing to deter you, however. Neither did Eddie’s death grip on your arm.

Alan snorted, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the two of you before him. His eyes flicked over you, appraising for about two seconds before directing his attention to Eddie behind you. “You letting your girl pick your fights for you now, Munson?”

Eddie didn’t have a chance to respond; you didn’t give him one. “Don’t look at him.” you stepped forward, bringing you mere inches from the freckled football star. “I asked you a question.”

Alan and his cronies laughed, apparently amused by the show of dominance you were trying to make. You opened your mouth to berate him further, but the sharp tug on your arm from Eddie was strong enough this time to jerk you away from them and toward the door of the classroom.

“Wh- Eddie, quit it!” you tried to shake off his grip but it wasn’t going to budge; Eddie marched you out the door and down the hallway like a man on a mission.

“Yeah, Eddie, quit it!” You both could hear Alan’s patronizing whine from the classroom, his voice thrown into a reedy falsetto that made your blood boil. His voice trailed off, melting into the nasal snickers of his friends.

Eddie didn’t let go of your arm until the two of you reached his locker, at which point he finally looked you in the eye- and his stare embodied an intensity that you hadn’t seen from him ever before. You’d seen him intense, of course… just not like this.

This looked like fear.

“What the fuck was that for?” Eddie bit out, his teeth clenched and eyes wide.

You crossed your arms, suddenly defensive. Had you messed up, somehow? “I… I mean, they were calling us names, I wasn’t going to just sit there.”

“Alan’s an illiterate asshole, you don’t need to explain yourself to him.”

“I know I don’t need to, but…” You chuckled humorlessly, that familiar vengeful feeling from moments ago beginning to bubble back up. “You know what, no. I do need to. I’m not the kind of person who can just sit there while jerks like him run around slandering good people, it’s wrong!”

Eddie huffed, his hands on his hips as he glanced around and shook his head. “Slandering, huh? That’s a big word, Ace. What’s that, the college word of the day?” You raised an eyebrow, watching him closely and curiously.

He was fidgeting nonstop, repeatedly picking up his feet and replacing them on the floor only an inch or so away from where they’d been before. His eyes darted in every direction, as if scanning for potential threats so that he could run from them before they decided to pounce.

“Eddie, why are you so afraid of those guys?”

Big brown eyes widened to saucers, refocusing on you. “This isn’t fear, Ace, it’s just common sense.” Eddie checked over his shoulder to ensure the jocks were gone, then took a step closer. He leaned his shoulder against the locker, lifting his opposite arm to gently place his hand on your upper arm. You shivered, feeling his thumb trace small circles through his own black leather. Maybe that’s why he’s so scared all of a sudden, you pondered, leaning closer to Eddie. He’s given me his armor.

You lowered your voice, sympathetic to Eddie’s plight. “You know I wouldn’t let them hurt you, Eds.” Looking up into his eyes, you expected to see them soften, gratitude coating his gaze. Instead, they widened and crinkled slightly at the edges. Eddie huffed out a gaudy laugh, incredulous at your admission.

“Hurt me?” he shook his head, stunned, and began to rifle through his locker for the books he needed for next class. “Ace, I just don’t want them to hurt you!”

You balked. “Me?” an eyebrow raised, you crossed your arms over your chest, defensive once again. “You really think they’d hit a girl? They’re jerks but I don’t think they’d go that far-”

“Nah, they’ll only sick their girlfriends on you.” Eddie punctuated his sentence with a slam of his locker door. “Purebred harpies with matching scrunchies who’ll make your life a living hell and then pretend that you’re the crazy one.”

It was a struggle to keep up with him at the rate he was walking, strides each a yard wide as he tugged you along by your hand.

Your hand. Eddie Munson was holding your hand.

“You, uh… you speaking from experience?” You stuttered over your words, cheeks heating at the sudden skin-to-skin contact. He had just admitted that he didn’t want to see you get hurt- his blatant protectiveness of you coupled with the way he was decisively dragging you by the hand to your locker right now was nearly too much for you to handle.

“Trust me,” Eddie sighed, swinging you around as he reached your locker and (to your dismay) letting go of your hand. “You get asked out on a dare enough times, you figure out how their coven operates.”

Eddie wasn’t meeting your eyes. You had to actually place your hand on his shoulder to capture his gaze. “Eddie,” you said, making a conscious effort to keep your voice steady and be something stable for him to feel at least a little grounded on. “Deep breath.”

Surprisingly, he did as you said. Eddie closed his eyes, inhaling deep and allowing his lungs to fill long enough that his chest expanded before his exhale blew softly on your cheeks. It smelled like the apple you’d brought for him at lunch.

When you were once again treated to that warm hazelnut gaze, your hand acted without thinking and flew up to gently rest against his jawline. You were crossing some invisible line- you knew that- but the light in the hallway was causing shadows to take up residence in the dusting of whiskers that decorated the sharp incline that led to his chin. Your fingertips brushed his skin reverently, and he seemed frozen. Eddie didn’t dare move; you were like a butterfly that had deigned to land on him of all people, and damn it all if he was going to fuck it up and scare you off.

“I’ve got you, you’ve got me… right?” Your voice was barely loud enough to be heard through the noise of bustling students. “We look out for each other, Eddie, we’re stronger together.”

Eddie remained still under your caress, wishing he could focus on your touch. Wishing he could rip his eyes away from where they were trained behind you- held in terrified contact with a sadistic-looking Alan who stood with his cherry-lipsticked girlfriend across the hallway. Alan’s lips were curled into a sneer, watching as the thing that Eddie wanted most became his worst nightmare.

You were openly touching him, while wearing his clothes, standing in shoes covered with his drawings- and Eddie watched in horror as the harpy pushed up on her tiptoes to whisper something in Alan’s ear before both of them refocused not on Eddie, but on you.

They laughed like fucking heyenas, eyeing their next meal.

It took every ounce of self control Eddie had, but he gently took your hand in his and lowered it from his cheek. He ignored the way your eyes gazed up at him the same way a scorned puppy begged for some kind of affection, any confirmation that they are, indeed, loved.

“It’s the together part I’m worried about, Ace.” Eddie whispered, keeping his voice low.

You were quiet, which Eddie hated because it was his fault.

“Oh, and um-” Eddie raised his shoulders and shivered, rubbing his hands along his upper arms to warm himself with the friction. “-it’s a little chilly today… you mind if I wear the jacket?” His hand drifted down to the flannel that hung loosely tied around your waist, taking a corner of the material and feeling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger.

“This’ll keep you warm, yeah?”

You stared blankly for a moment, stunned. You had nearly forgotten that the jacket was his to take. You’d assumed he liked that you always wore his jacket, but… perhaps you’d made that up. You were eager for him to want things like that, after all… ‘more than friends’ kinds of things. However, asking for a borrowed item to be returned was completely normal for friends. You chided yourself for reading too much into it and smiled warmly up at him.

“Yeah! Of course!” you sprung into action, setting your backpack down on the floor as you began to shrug off the jacket. “You’re right it’s frigid in here today.”

You handed the jacket to Eddie, who donned it with a thin-lipped smile. Parting ways for your next class, you departed in opposite directions down the hallway.

Upon arriving in your calculus class, you glanced out the window eager to zone out as you watched the rain, only to be greeted by a gray sky drained of its water. The rain’s reprieve left nothing in its wake but a tired sun, soft mist that obscured all surety, and packed Indiana dirt softened to mud too loose for one to find their footing.

The sort of mud that, should you try to walk through it, you’d be destined to slip and fall.

When Eddie thought of Halloween, he thought of blood and sugar.

It was a strange contradiction, the way that Halloween’s association with horror and gore had balanced itself out with candy corn and fun-sized Snickers bars, and yet the juxtaposition of the two brought a smile to his face. The combination of sweet and terrifying embodied the holiday perfectly. On Halloween, there was no need for any kind of steely exterior that might protect him from judgment. No need to hide the way he really feels behind the scary metalhead armor he’d so carefully curated as a defense mechanism.

On Halloween, he wasn’t just allowed to be a freak. He was celebrated for it.

On Halloween, he could just be.

It was the reason why Halloween just so happened to be the day he’d had enough courage to look through your bedroom window exactly four years ago. It’s the day when Hell meets Heaven to make something sweet, and anything can happen.

Anything- including matching tattoos on the floor of his trailer.

Everything was ready- Eddie had laid out sheets of newspaper to cover what he’d deemed the tattoo zone, and broken down a cardboard box to act as a stable surface on the soft carpet of his bedroom floor. Eddie had scrutinized every instruction he’d been able to wrench from Rick for how to work the tattoo machine. Grips, needles, fucking rubber bands that were apparently very necessary… he’d made sure he had it all. He’d even practiced on an orange that he’d swiped from the kitchen counter.

A thick black cable now snaked across his carpeted floor, connecting the machine to a pedal, the pedal to a power supply, and the power supply to the yellowed plastic outlet on his wall. Beside the machine sat a stack of paper towels and all sorts of other shit Rick had advised him to make sure he used. He was lucky that Rick had bought a bottle of black ink- Eddie wouldn’t have known where to seek out medical-grade ink in a state where it was illegal to ink your skin without a license.

Your knock at his door made Eddie jump; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It would be easy to write his nerves off as adrenaline before his first tattoo, but who was he kidding- it was you. You’d gone from someone who made him nervous to someone who made him nervous for different reasons, and all of this was very inconvenient for Eddie.

“Trick or Treat,” You’d chirped when he opened the door, and it was at that moment Eddie realized that this night may very well be the death of him.

You wore your favorite baggy sweater over a tight black tank top, which you’d tucked into some high waisted acid washed jeans. Unsurprisingly, the chucks on which he’d scribbled his claim were fastened securely on your feet. In your hands was a variety pack of halloween candies and a shopping bag from the local drugstore. Everything about you radiated warmth, and Eddie had to fight the urge to change tonight’s itinerary to movies and a blanket fort and spend the whole evening on the couch with you, surrounded by candy wrappers and the light of his television set.

“I brought antibacterial soap,” you said, bringing Eddie back to reality. You rifled through your shopping bag to show him your spoils as you stepped through the threshold and into his trailer. “-large bandages, and a little travel first aid kit just in case. Oh, and I did a little bit of reading at the library and I couldn’t find much on tattoos, but the one commonality between every book and article I could find said to make sure you wash the wound often and disinfect everything-”

“Ace,” Eddie interrupted, taking the bag from you and closing the front door. The corner of his mouth quirked up, keeping an amused chuckle at bay. “You went to the library to read about how to safely care for an illegal tattoo?” Your expression soured, shifting to a half-scowl, half-pout.

“Well one of us has got to do it,” you huffed, grabbing the bag and marching towards Eddie’s room. “And I know you wouldn’t set foot in the library unless you were forced.” You continued to yell at him from his room, “You’ll thank me when your kitchen-scratched tattoo doesn’t get infected, and you get to grow old with all of your limbs intact!”

Eddie stayed glued to his spot as his smirk grew into a goofy grin. You were fucking adorable.

You hadn’t argued when Eddie insisted that he start with his own tattoo- before he got started on permanently marking your skin, he wanted to be sure that he at least had gotten the hang of it first. He immediately started getting to work with his trusty fine-tipped Sharpie, sketching out a scattering of bats on his forearm and glancing every once in a while at his notebook for reference. You’d flipped through that notebook on several occasions when the two of you had sat idle during classes or study sessions. The drawings were always sprawling, sharp and gruesome in a way that wasn’t so much scary as it was fascinating to you.

You laid stomach-down on his mattress, positioned behind where he sat on the floor, his back leaned up against the bed frame and close enough that you could probably reach down and play with his hair if you were bold enough. You didn’t- no matter how tempting it was, you didn’t want to risk anything that might mess up his focus. You settled for watching Eddie’s reflection in the mirror that sat leaned up against the wall in front of him.

When the Sharpie stencil had dried and Eddie picked up the tattoo machine, you couldn’t deny the nervous uptake in your heart rate. You watched him gingerly begin the process of permanently inking his drawing into his skin, and before the needle touched skin, Eddie looked over his shoulder at you and winked, whispering a surprisingly shaky “Point of no return.” Before you could ask if he was having second thoughts, he was already outlining the first bat, his socked foot pressing decisively on the pedal that whirred his machine to life.

Minutes ticked by before you uttered a soft “Does it hurt?” to break the awkward silence. Normally, Eddie had some sort of music playing, Metallica or WASP or something along those lines spinning on his cheap old turntable- but tonight there was nothing but the electric buzz that filled the small bedroom, and it was starting to make you antsy.

Eddie huffed, and it was as much of a laugh as he could afford while holding still. “Well, Ace, it’s a needle sticking in and out of my arm repeatedly, so if I’m being honest it ain’t exactly sunshine and rainbows.” You watched him wince as he moved on from outlining the first bat and started on the second.

“Does it at least make you feel a little badass?” You watched his reflection in the mirror glance up through the curtain of his hair and raise an eyebrow at you.

“That depends,” He said, “do I look badass?”

“A little.” You teased. “You’ll look more badass when the tattoo is finished.”

That earned you a snort from him. “What, fifty percent of a tattoo doesn’t cut it?” His reflection flashed you a genuine smile, that lopsided grin affecting you the way it always does, spiking your body temp and rushing the thump of your heart.

“Nope. Though, if your intention is to tell the world that you have commitment issues-”

“I do not have commitment issues-”

“Then what kind of issues do you have?”

Eddie parted the needle from his skin, taking a moment to glance wryly over his shoulder in your direction.

“You.” It was punctuated by a tongue that peeked out from between his lips. You followed suit, shoulders shaking as you chuckled.

Silence threatened to fall for a moment then, but Eddie put a stop to that. “Keep talking.”

“Huh?”

His voice was quiet, muttered like he was biting the inside of his cheek as he spoke. “Hurts less when we’re talking.”

You smiled, watching as he avoided your eye contact in the mirror, focusing on his arm as a subtle blush began to creep onto his cheeks. Tempting as it was to tease, you opted for a more neutral topic.

“Which is better, sour candy or chocolate?”

You could barely see his eyebrows furrow behind his curtain of curls as he considered your question. “Chocolate.”

“You’re crazy.”

He barked out a laugh. “After all the ridiculous shit I’ve said, that’s what crosses the line for you?”

You shook your head, amping up your reaction for his benefit; he was laughing, and it was music to your ears. You were greedy for more of it.

“Sour candy is a whole experience, chocolate is just sweet! That’s all it has going for it!”

Eddie gawked but kept his eyes trained on his skin. “What do you have against sweets?”

You rolled your eyes, flopping from your stomach to your back and staring up at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling. “I haven’t got anything against sweets… I just like a little tart to go with it. Oh hang on, that reminds me-”

You stuck your hand into the plastic bag you’d brought with you, producing a variety pack of cheap Halloween candies. “Do you normally get trick-or-treaters? I thought we could pour these into a bowl and set it out on the porch- you know, so we don’t have to keep answering the door.”

Eddie Shook his head. “Nah, not a lot of kids who live here. Those who do always high-tail it to the neighborhoods where the good shit is, like-”

“Loch Nora?” you finished, smirking.

Nodding his approval, Eddie echoed, “Loch Nora.”

“Well in that case,” you yanked open the bag of candy so hard that a few individually wrapped pieces were flung onto the bedspread as well as the floor below. “I guess we’ll have to eat all of this ourselves.”

Eddie paused his tattooing to glance at a fun-sized packet of sour gummy worms that had landed on the carpet beside him. “Gummy worms?” he asked.

You flicked the back of his head while the needle was off his skin. “Uh, yeah, they’re delicious.”

“Did you at least get candy corn?”

You gagged. “Candy corn?!”

The two of you passed the next hour like that, debating about various arbitrary topics and inevitably disagreeing on almost all of them. There were only three things that you both agreed on without any debate whatsoever: Santa Claus was the superior holiday mascot, Joan Jett could easily beat Cyndi Lauper in a fight, and The Empire Strikes Back was way better than A New Hope.

When Eddie was finally finished with his tattoo, you were off the bed in an instant and already reaching for the antibacterial soap.

“You should wash it under some warm water first before anything gross has a chance to get in there-”

“Hey hey hey, whoa hold on!” Eddie was laughing, eyes wide as he smiled at you. Your hand was already encircled around his wrist, tugging his arm (and the person attached to it) toward the bathroom. “Ace, you haven’t even looked at it yet, c’mon you’re bruising the artist’s ego here.”

You sighed but couldn’t hide the rueful grin that danced on your pursed lips. Softening your vice like grip on his wrist, you shifted your hands to cradle his forearm and survey the last hour’s work.

“It looks good, Eddie… really good, actually.” You absently swiped a thumb over the soft skin of his wrist. “If you’d told me it was professionally done, I’d totally believe you.”

“Yeah?” He looked up from where your thumb stroked the base of his forearm, eyes shining.

“Yeah,” you smirked. “Of course, I’d tell you to try and get your money back, but-”

“Oh shove it up your ass, Sweet Tart.” The playful shoulder-check had you letting go of his arm, but both of your faces were painted with ear-to-ear smiles.

Eddie washed his new tattoo in the bathroom sink, admiring the way the bats stretched and shifted with every flex of his forearm. Your mouth hurt, as did the muscles in your cheeks; you couldn’t stop smiling. He was so happy with his work, and you had to admit that he had actually done a really good job with that tattoo machine.

“We’ve got to get you out of Indiana, Munson,” you murmured to the mirror where he continued to scrutinize his work from every angle. “I think you may have just found your calling.”

His eyes were wide and shining with pride as they glanced your way. “You think?”

You nodded, that saccharine smile stubbornly staying put on your lips. To be fair, you didn’t fight it.

“You’re coming with me, then.” Eddie replied, his own smile glowing in the dying light above the bathroom mirror.

There it was- that familiar fire beneath the skin of your cheeks.

“Oh I am, huh?”

“Hell yeah.” Eddie braced his arm on the doorway, leaning over you until your faces were mere inches apart. “We’re stronger together, remember?”

Breathe. Breathe… Why can’t you breathe?

You’d barely managed a nod before Eddie was ducking around you through the doorway, grabbing your hand, and leading you back to his room.

“Your turn, Ace.”

Oh yeah, you were also getting a tattoo today. You’d almost forgotten. Were you nervous? You weren’t sure. Actually, yes, you were very nervous- not so much about the tattoo as you were for where the tattoo would be.

In minutes, you were both sitting on Eddie’s bedroom floor- Eddie readying everything he needed for your new ink, and you sitting eerily still as your soul started to feel like it might leave your body.

“Ace,”

Eyes refocusing, you blinked a few times. “Yeah?”

Eddie’s expression was calm, sympathetic to the inward freak-out he had a feeling you were on the verge of. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

You tried to laugh, but it came out sounding a little more strained than you had intended. “Hah…you saying I have commitment issues?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up, but Eddie’s eyebrows stayed knitted together above his big brown eyes. “No,” he murmured. His voice was soft, as if he were speaking to a stray animal and trying not to spook it. “I guess I’m just… trying to give you an out, so you don’t feel pressured or anything.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want an out.”

Eddie blinked, “No?”

“No.”

There was a second of silence between the two of you before you both took in a collective breath, exhaling simultaneously and giggling when you both realized that you were breathing in sync. Perfect harmony; sour and sweet, nervous but willing.

“You, uh…” Eddie stammered, his eyes flicking down to your lap and back up to your face. “...you still want it on your hip?”

Your heart rate doubled.

“Um, yeah.” you awkwardly shifted your weight onto your knees, grabbing hold of your waistband and unbuttoning your shorts. You shimmied them over your hips, revealing the rest of your leotard- leotard, Eddie realized. Not a tank top. You were wearing a black leotard. It was almost like the kind that he’d seen ballerinas wear, except it cut so high on your hips that he was sure it wouldn’t be allowed in any of the dance studios he could think of, and….yep. YEP, it was practically a thong. Your ass was out. You were sitting on the floor of his bedroom with your ass out.

Chill out, Munson! He screamed inwardly at himself, Chill the fuck out!

Of course, you couldn’t tell that there was a war going on between Eddie’s ability to function and the short-circuiting that threatened to render him unable to do anything but stare at you. All you could see was the way his jaw had gone slack and his eyes bugged out of their sockets.

You smiled shyly, a twinge of something between satisfaction and guilt nudging at your heartstrings. “I figured this thing would be less awkward than if I was sitting here in my underwear,” you laughed nervously as you gestured to your leotard.

Eddie gulped. He couldn’t see much of a difference. “Yeah, totally.”

A beat passed. You grabbed a bag of gummy worms from the floor, tearing it open with a crinkle of the plastic that would not have been so loud if the two of you weren’t dead silent. You bit into the candy where the color changed from pink to blue, then finally muttered through your chewing, “Ready when you are.”

Eddie blinked rapidly, taking his Sharpie in his hands. “Uh, yeah… yeah, okay.”

With your free hand, you pointed to the part of your hip where your flesh naturally creased as your thigh met your pelvis.

“Is here good?”

Eddie gulped.

“Yeah, that’s good.” But Eddie was very much not good. He was the opposite of good, he felt like he was malfunctioning. When he placed his free hand on your upper thigh, he almost apologized. Why the hell did he feel like he had to apologize? He had no clue. His palms were sweating- did you feel how sweaty his palms were? Oh god. He forgot what a bat looked like- you were trusting his artistic skills enough for him to permanently ink his drawing into your skin and he couldn’t even remember what a goddamn bat looked li- oh, wait, he had them on his own forearm now. Eddie glanced at his arm, reminding himself what a goddamn bat looked like.

He’s never felt like more of a nervous idiot than right now.

Meanwhile, you felt like you were about to explode.

His hand was warm. So warm as he grasped your thigh. Whenever he’d touched you before, there was always a barrier, some form of separation between his skin and yours- jeans, a sweater, a flannel.

A leather jacket.

That’s right- he had taken his jacket back. Maybe you were reading too deep into things, but you had this unshakable feeling that taking back that jacket had been a message.

We’re just friends. Nothing more.

But if that was true, then why was he looking at your thighs the way he was? Why had he looked at you the way he did when he said you should go with him when he leaves Hawkins?

He wasn’t your boyfriend… you knew that.

So why couldn’t you shake this undeniably girlfriendish ache in your chest?

“Okay.” Eddie’s voice jolted you out of your downward spiral into your very inconvenient feelings. “Check that out in the mirror, make sure you like it.”

You straightened up, walking on your knees until you faced the mirror leaning against the wall and inspected the tiny, perfect little bat that he’d drawn on the fullest part of your hip.

It matched the bats that now decorated his arm, now surrounded by an angry red halo that bloomed across his skin. Once that bat was inked, it would be something connecting you and Eddie forever- a shared experience, a secret that the two of you would always be in on.

Suddenly, you realized that in this moment there wasn’t a single thing you wanted more than a matching tattoo with Eddie Munson.

Well, there was one thing. But you had a feeling that wasn’t happening tonight. The tattoo, however…

“I love it.” You looked over your shoulder at Eddie, but his eyes were a little too busy staring at your practically naked behind to meet your gaze.

“Ahem.”

Breaking free of his trance, Eddie shook his head a tad, which drew a small chuckle from your smirking lips. Eddie couldn’t help but smile too, albeit more shyly than you.

“Distracted?” You teased, unable to hold back your glee at this kind of attention- any kind of attention- from Eddie.

He sighed, blinking rapidly while he finally met your eyes. There was something new in the way he was looking at you- if you didn’t know better you might call it frustration, but it was an amused sort of frustration. Almost like his eyes were saying “what am I going to do with you?” but through sunglasses tinted with desire.

You wanted to bottle that, stow it away for emergencies. Wanted to preserve the way that gaze made you feel so that you could experience it over and over again.

“No.” Eddie murmured through a rueful grin. “Lie down, it’ll be easier to ink the skin while it’s flat.” You did as he instructed, feeling the crinkle of newspaper underneath the skin of your rear. Once again, you found yourself staring up at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling until his face came into view, looking down at you as he readied the tattoo machine.

“Are you?” You heard him ask.

You raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

The pads of Eddie’s fingers poked and prodded at the skin around where your tattoo would soon have an indefinite spot on your hip, and you wondered if he could tell that your temperature shot up ten degrees each time you felt his hands on you.

“Are you distracted?” he clarified. “Because it hurts less when you’ve got something else to focus on.”

“Oh.” Suddenly, your mind went blank. Of course, the moment you wanted something to distract you, all ideas turned tail and ran. “Um…”

Snap!

Your jaw dropped as the elastic of your leotard snapped back to your skin from where Eddie had pulled it away with his pointer finger. “Where’d you even get this thing?”

Now it was your turn to short-circuit.

“Uh-” You stammered, interrupted by the machine beginning to buzz.

Eddie didn’t wait for you to finish your thought before reminding you what he’d asked. “C’mon, Sweet Tart, where’d you get the leotard?”

You knew he was trying to distract you so you didn’t feel the pain, but you couldn’t help the tensing of your muscles as the needle pierced your skin. You winced, staring at the water stain with a newfound intensity. “Dance store.” you gritted through lips that formed a tight line.

“Dance store, huh?” You could hear the smile through Eddie’s words. “And why were you in a dance store?”

You huffed out a short, breathy laugh, careful to keep your hip still as Eddie’s needle continued to do its work. “I was making a Flashdance costume. Heard about this Halloween party a few weeks ago, but then we made the tattoo plans… and I had already bought the leotard, so…”

It was disconcerting to speak with Eddie without looking at him; he was a very expressive person, always talking with his hands, always making sure that he looked you in the eyes when you spoke to him. But now he was focused on his work on your hip, leaving your eyes to shift between staring at his ceiling and fluttering closed.

“You were going to wear this thing to a party?” he asked, incredulous.

Your eyebrows wrinkled over your closed eyes. “I would’ve worn tights under it…”

He snorted. “That wouldn’t have made a difference.”

You winced, groaning as the needle hit a nerve that particularly stung. “What- ah, shit- what are you trying to say?”

The buzzing stopped for a moment. “Fuck, you okay?” Eddie’s face leaned into your field of vision, his frizzy brown hair backlit into a halo by the light from the lamp behind him. “You want to take a break?”

You shook your head, taking a mental snapshot of how ethereal he looked like this. “No, you can keep going, I’m fine.”

Cautiously, Eddie got back to work. A few wordless seconds ticked by before you spoke.

“What did you mean, ‘that wouldn’t have made a difference’?”

Eddie’s reply was matter-of-fact, but you could have sworn that you heard a hint of protectiveness in his voice when he said, “Tights or no tights, the whole party would have been staring at your ass, Sweet Tart.”

The “T” sound in “Tart” was soft this time. So soft, it was barely there at all, and it almost sounded like he’d just called you sweetheart. If only. You’d give anything to be Eddie’s sweetheart.

Whether he’d meant to blend that consonant or not, it made you brave. “Is that a bad thing?”

A pause. Then, “Is this a trap?”

“Answer the question, would a bunch of people staring at my ass be a bad thing?”

Eddie sighed. “This is definitely a trap,” he muttered, before replying “No, Ace, objectively it would not be a bad thing. But sometimes people view girls differently when they walk around with their asses out.”

“Do you look at me differently when my ass is out?” You were being cheeky, you knew it.

“No, I don’t look at you differently.” came his instant response, muttered through nearly-closed lips. “I just look at you.”

Nothing could stand against your smile, not even you. “Yeah, that much I could see in the mirror.”

“You don’t sound too upset about that.”

This was different from the flirting you were used to with Eddie. Your regular flavor of flirtation had always been surface-level banter; nothing past a jab here and there, a joke at his expense or a nickname thrown your way.

Now? You were talking about the way he looked at your body, and the fact that he could tell that you liked when he looked. The two of you were in uncharted territory, and you buzzed under his touch in time with the inky needle at the beautiful unknown of it all.

“Okay, the outline is done but I’m about to start filling it in.” Eddie warned. “This part hurts a little more. You wanna take a break?”

You nodded. While Eddie jumped up to get you both a glass of water, you sat up on your elbows and peered over at your hip to get a look at your new ink. When you saw it, you gasped so fervently that you startled yourself.

It was perfect. The perfect little bat.

It wasn’t completely symmetrical. The outline was a tad thicker in certain places than others. But those imperfections made it his. And the fact that it was on your skin made it yours.

You couldn’t wait to wake up and stare at it like this every single day.

Eddie returned a moment later with two mismatched cups of tap water. Once you’d both rehydrated, he got to work replacing the needle at the end of the machine with a new one, as well as changing out various attachments and fiddling with a knobby-looking piece until he seemed satisfied with what he’d changed.

You were impressed with how intensely focused Eddie was on this sort of work; it didn’t seem to be taking him long to get the hang of this. It also didn’t take him long to come up with another topic of conversation that teetered on the line between friendly and flirty.

“Ever played Fuck, Marry, Kill?”

You had not, but the title of the game brought an unexpected chuckle out of you. “Edward Munson, I am a lady! At least take me out to dinner first-”

“I’m going to take that as a no.” Eddie chuckled, and you could hear his deadpan in the tone of his voice. “I say three people’s names and you have to tell me which you’d fuck, which you’d marry, and which you’d kill. Comprende?”

“Uhh-” whatever you’d been about to say was cut short by a harsher buzz than before, accompanied by the aggressive sting of needles on your skin. “Mmh, shit, okay yeah sure let’s play.”

Eddie smiled to himself. He wasn’t sure why he loved the little noises and whispered curses that spilled from your mouth while he tattooed you, but he honestly thought they might be the cutest sounds he’d ever heard. You were taking the pain like a champ- he was actually pretty proud of you in this moment as you remained still through the sting.

“Lars Ulrich, James Hetfield, and Kirk Hammett”

You rolled your eyes. Eddie had ensured over your many rides in his van this summer that every Metallica song he’d played had been an educational experience. Eddie had picked up a cassette of their debut album in July, and ever since he’d become obsessed. Already, he was trying to persuade the other members of his band to figure out how to play The Four Horsemen by ear.

Needless to say, you knew enough about the band to at least answer the question.

“Well I’m killing Lars for sure.”

“Poor Lars never stood a chance.”

You grinned, willing the distraction into something great enough to numb the pain. “And I think I’m gonna have to fuck Hetfield.”

“‘Have to fuck Hetfield,’ such a sacrifice.”

You carefully stretched your arms up to rest above your shoulders, cradling your head on your hands like a pillow. “Hey, if someone’s got to do it, I’ll take one for the team.”

You heard him snort, then after a moment’s quiet he added, “So you’re marrying Kirk Hammett, then?”

“I guess so.”

“What makes Kirk marriage material? Over the other two, I mean.”

You thought about Kirk Hammett’s wild, dark curls. His build. His brown button eyes. The way he looked holding a guitar.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about him.”

Eddie thought about the way he’d been trying to make himself look more like a rockstar ever since he’d first seen the tiny, grainy picture of the Metallica members in the corner of a page of Rolling Stone; he’d been bumming copies off Jeff’s subscription since the seventh grade. How he’d started growing out his hair after seeing Kirk’s long, black mane. He smiled.

He must be doing something right.

“Alright, Mrs. Hammett,” He quipped, “My turn, hit me with bachelorettes one through three, please.”

You thought over your options, trying to think of women you’d heard him mention before. Wondering if he thought any of them had something in common with you, and praying to God he didn’t kill them.

“Olivia Newton-John,”

Already, Eddie was descending into a fit of giggles.

“Why are you laughing? She’s pretty!”

Eddie launched into a falsetto rendition of the chorus from Grease’s Hopelessly Devoted to You, and you were instantly fighting the giggles too.

“Shut up! I’m not done yet. Olivia Newton-John… have you seen Fast Times?”

His response came in a tone of voice that was the vocal equivalent of a side-eye. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I don’t know if you know who Phoebe Cates is.”

“Oh,” Eddie sighed dreamily, “I know who Phoebe Cates is.”

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. “Okay then- Olivia Newton-John, Phoebe Cates, and Carrie Fisher.”

Eddie barked out a joyous “Ah!” before answering, “Well this is easy, Ace, say goodbye to Newton-John!”

You mock-gasped. “You’re killing Sandy?”

“I’m killing Sandy.”

“That is brutal. She was so innocent, too.”

Eddie squinted at the half-filled tattoo, smirking into his explanation. “Okay, I see the appeal, Ace, I truly do. That outfit at the end is killer.” He paused. Should he say it? Would he be too obvious if he did?

Ah, fuck it.

“I’m a sucker for a woman in red shoes, let me tell ya. However-” Eddie quickly glazed over that last sentence, as well as any opening you might have gotten to think about how that might relate to you. “-I’ve gotta fuck Phoebe Cates. Because… y’know-”

“Boobies?” you beat him to the punch.

Eddie confirmed with a matter-of-fact “Boobies.” He glanced up at your face for a moment, curious to see if he could read what you thought of his answers, but you were staring pensively at his ceiling, expression unreadable. “And you have to have known I was marrying Leia the moment she was an option.”

“You have a thing for Princess Leia?”

“Are you joking?” Eddie asked, incredulously. “How could I not? The woman’s the definition of a spitfire, she kicks ass and takes names. Not to mention, she’s got a thing for scoundrels.”

You hummed. “Do you think you’re a scoundrel, Eddie?”

“Well I’m certainly not a scruffy-looking nerf herder, I’ll tell you that much.”

You winced playfully, “A nerf herder you are not… but you are a bit scruffy.”

“You’ve got me there, princess.”

Eddie went silent. The nickname had just slipped out- all this talk of scoundrels and princesses and strong women who weren’t afraid of a fight and before he knew it, he was seeing more similarities between you and Leia than he’d realized were there before.

Princess had just seemed right. It just slipped out.

The line between friendship and dangerous territory had been so clearly drawn in Eddie’s mind before tonight. Where had he gone wrong? That once clear line was getting blurry.

Eddie was absolutely convinced that he would probably find a way to single handedly ruin your friendship before he was finished filling in your tattoo- which you would inevitably hate, because it would remind you of the asshole who you used to be friends with before he made things weird between you.

“My turn,” your voice cut through Eddie’s downward spiral, drawing a relieved sigh from him that tickled the skin of your thigh. “Let’s make this round more interesting. Only names of people from Hawkins.”

“Hm, that is interesting.” he mused, the needle inching its way toward the last remaining centimeter of bare skin left within the outline. “Let me think… Chief Hopper-”

You barked out a laugh, “Oh great start, Eds.”

“Chief’s a good looking guy! I don’t know why you’re laughing!” but Eddie was smiling ear to ear, delighted that his awkward apprehension had already begun to dissipate. “Principal Higgins-”

“Are you only going to give me old men as options?”

Eddie was going to do exactly that, because he didn’t want to picture you marrying or- God forbid- fucking any men in Hawkins that you might actually enjoy doing either of those things with. He wasn’t jealous, per se… but none of the shitheads in Hawkins were good enough for you. Eddie wasn’t even good enough for you; not yet, at least. He could picture a future version of himself one day taking his chances with you, once you’d both skipped town and found your way in some thriving city somewhere.

You were both too good for this place- you were the first person to make him think that about himself.

“What was that security guard’s name at the mall? Average joe looking guy? Quentin? Quincey?”

“Oh, you mean Quinn?”

“Knew his name started with a Q.” Eddie softly bit his bottom lip as he finished the last bit of your bat’s wing. “Hopper, Higgins, and Quinn. Those are your options.”

You groaned. “These choices suck, can I just kill them all?”

“I kinda like it when you go all bloodthirsty, Ace.”

You rolled your eyes before letting them flutter closed. “Ugh, well I’m obviously killing Higgins… he’s never been nice to you and all he cares about are school sports. I guess… I mean if I have to, I’ll fuck Hopper.”

Eddie was beside himself with giggles, “I mean, that’s one way to get out of a speeding ticket.”

“You’re lucky I can’t smack you right now.” You ignored Eddie’s snickering and continued. “And I don’t think I’d mind being married to Quinn, he always smiles at me and asks how my day was. Plus he’s kind of cute, he’s got nice hair.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “I don’t see it.”

You laughed, and the jingling tone of your voice suddenly sounded too loud as the buzzing of Eddie’s machine stopped.

“Alright, Ace,” Eddie announced, leaning back to survey his work. “Check out your new ink.”

You didn’t need to look at it again to know it would be perfect, but you looked anyway. You stood on your sleeping legs and gazed at the little black bat on your hip- it sat beautifully balanced on the skin framed by your high cut leotard, and you knew at once that you’d think of Eddie each time you saw it. This was exactly what you wanted- a daily reminder of exactly how he made you feel, of who he was to you.

At this moment, it dawned on you exactly what it was that Eddie made you feel. The way you always wanted to be around him, and the way he had become a balloon that inflated your chest every time he made you laugh, and how you knew- just knew- that you’d follow him anywhere if he asked.

You loved Eddie Munson. You were in love with him.

And you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot at that little asymmetrical bat.

Part 6

Taglist: @emma77645 , @rustboxstarr, @josephquinnsfreckles, @rozxartaki, @sheneedsrocknroll92

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richarlotte · 6 months ago

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Heauxing Tips?

Here’s what I believe.

In regards to PPM and the discussion I see around here, let me give you my opinion. If you’re accepting less than $600 in MCOL areas, you’re being taken advantage of (robbed BLIND) and setting your standards way too low. You’re also making it difficult for others, whether that be inadvertently or not. You, as the provider, set the number and stick to it. If a man is worth your while, he will give you what you want, pay it to you gladly, and keep his complaints to himself.

I honestly believe that if you aren’t actively looking for opportunities, you won’t find them. I love looking at lists of events and places to go, but I also know that women aren’t actually meeting single, very wealthy, or established men at these events. You should obviously go to things and be seen outside, but you can’t go to event after event looking for a man. It becomes weird, people will notice, and there’s nothing wrong with relaxing and enjoying your life without looking for a mark. You won’t meet him at a country club, don’t try.

If you are a black woman, do not listen to advice telling you to freestyle in groups. I’m going to just outright say it so what I say won’t be mistaken for anything else. The only white men that will approach a large group of black women are the police. I also don’t believe in the concept of freestyling with a group. I’ve done it with a single friend before, and we had dinner and drinks fully paid for, but it’s honestly not worth coordinating, going out, and expecting to hit it big. Groups draw eyes, and you don’t want eyes or law enforcement on your back.

You have to have a genuinely high opinion of yourself to survive sugaring, escorting, heauxing, or whatever you want to call it. If you look at the suicide rates in any industry where sex sells, you’ll immediately see that the suicide rate is higher than normal. You literally have to be level headed and know when to step away to survive. On the same note, if you have no concept of personal safety, then you need to not do this. The police will not take you seriously, and they don’t take most women seriously in general. Men are aggressive, and the tables can turn very quickly in this lifestyle.

You have to fit the role and look the part. Are there men out there in the world who’d hire plus-size providers? Sure. Are they few and far between? Absolutely. There is a look that is desired in every city, but most men are going to want top-of-the-line, clean, well spoken, and presentable providers who know how to maintain a certain level of discretion and do well in professional settings. There is a standard of beauty, and to be one of the women who’s always doing well, you have to fit that standard and curate an exclusive client list (yes, that means turning plenty of people down and not taking on more than you can handle).

If you don’t keep a low profile, you will get screwed over. I have friends who’ve gotten arrested in major cities; I know girls who are denied entry to the USA and other countries; I know women who’ve had their homes raided; and the forums for serious sex workers are always alight with some sort of drama. If you don’t keep your head down, keep your client list small, and avoid any unnecessary conflict, then I guarantee you’ll get caught up in something that will waste your time. You also have to hold yourself accountable for your own fuckups because, I swear, there are too many instances where I’ve seen someone do something seriously illegal that they knew not to do.

If you were serious, you’d go out of your way to access the review sites and see what the serious providers are doing. I’m sorry, but I get so tired of reading accounts from “sugar babies” on Tumblr who don’t know what the forums are, don’t know why high class clients ask about reviews, don’t understand Tryst, and don’t understand the importance of having a photographer and a website. Basic level research and a tiny bit of time spent on Reddit would get you up to speed; learning the etiquette is easy enough, and people would take you seriously instead of making assumptions. It’s nearly impossible to build an exclusive base without this knowledge, and I’d recommend having it so that you’re aware of things.

And remember, if she was dating a senator, she wouldn’t be on Tumblr.

#richarlotte x #hypergamous heaux #brown sugar heaux #sugar heaux #sugaring advice #sugaring tips #sugar advice #sugar tips #sugaring #high class heaux #spoiled heaux #heaux advice #nyc heaux #heaux tips #fsswonly #fssw #spoiled gf #spoiled girlfriend #girlfriend experience

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changingplumbob · 4 months ago

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Glenn showed Silver where he could shower and where he'd parked his stuff. As the werewolf went to clean up from his stint in the woods Glenn decided to take a quick stop at the tower. If he stayed at home he would just pace awkwardly. He thanked the watcher his grandfather was currently off with Phoebus and he didn't have to explain who Silver was or what had possessed him to let the werewolf in. But something about Silver just felt... safe.

Henri had left the tome on the potion of plentiful needs out so Glenn decided to read it. Not too many ingredients, and it was apple based which he managed to grow plenty of. He would need some pleasure though, just a few drops. But doing that with a guest in the house felt weird, especially when Silver was that fit. How could he do it and not think of him? But maybe Silver would want to help? They could sleep together and Glenn would get the pleasure for the potion when he- NO. No. He was Grayson's brother. The right thing to do was not throw himself at Silver simply because he was there.

Silver meanwhile enjoyed a nice hot shower. He didn't dislike the rain if he was in human form, no water to flick off fur. When he was done he went to brush his teeth, watcher help him if he had bad breath right now, only to break the sink... sometimes his strength still got the better of him.

Silver searched and found a toolbox downstairs, luckily Glenn wasn't back yet. Wait, did he think Silver needed a super long shower? Focus. Fix the plumbing, done it a hundred times. When he was stressed he could still hear his dad in his head.

You're doing it wrong Silver. Your brother was a disappointment but he could do more press ups than you with you sitting on his back. You'll never be fit for anything if you don't improve. What woman will want a wolf who can't defend her.

Well haha, jokes on you dad! Silver was bisexual so there was every chance he wouldn't want a woman anyway!

With the sink fixed Silver had a look around Glenn's room. He'd always liked when Glenn talked about plants on the show, he was so passionate! Of course that could have been editing? He had to make sure he got to know Glenn as a person rather than assume he would be exactly like how he was portrayed.

Looking at the bookshelf he saw some well read volumes that he knew centered around occult characters. When he was growing up there had never been any occults in literature, they were borderline illegal after all. But over the last few decades there had been more popping up in literature and he had to acknowledge the books had no small part in overturning the hunting law. He was flicking through one when Glenn came back.

Glenn: Was everything okay with the shower?

Don't mention you broke the sink.

Silver: It was perfect. I don't mind the rain though you know

Glenn: Me neither, it's nice. But I do love a good long shower. What you reading?

Silver: I was just checking out your selection. Did you read them growing up

Glenn: Yeah. I mean, we moved a bunch and there wasn't many kids for me to talk to so yeah. If it was sunny I was outside but with rain I had books to entertain me. What about you?

Silver: Grayson and I were always running around, mom had a hard time keeping track of us. But after... everything, dad kept me pretty busy with physical stuff. I didn't get much book time until long after that

Glenn: Yeah Grayson didn't tell us too much about what happened with him leaving the pack, just that he got the scar. I didn't want to pry by asking more

Silver: Very thoughtful of you

Glenn: I know! I am the soul of thoughtfulness, one of my many talents *stomach rumbles* Another one of my talents is cooking, can I interest you in dinner?

Silver: Just us?

Glenn: I mean... why would you need anyone else if you have me?

They headed downstairs and Glenn got out some leftover toast and eggs for them to eat from the fridge. Tucking in Silver was surprised to discover they weren't stone cold.

Silver: They're... still hot? But we were just upstairs, you had to have made these hours ago

Glenn: What can I say, I'm magic *winks* Oh by the way I've cast a barrier over the house so we don't have to worry about the others hearing you're here

Silver: How would they hear me

Glenn blushed and looked down at his plate. Silver worried he'd missed something. The way people talk had changed so much over the last century.

Glenn: Eating noises, I meant eating noises

Silver: No you didn't

Glenn: That's my story and I'm sticking to it

Silver shrugged and began to eat. The food was good, really good. He hardly had much hot food on his travels. Hot food normally required vendors that wouldn't look at you sideways and question your occult status before serving you. Sure he could lie but he'd never been very good at lying, except for that one time. But he'd never told anyone about that so the lie was the truth of those events now.

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 months ago

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Full Family AU Part 36

"...Excuse me?" Camila's annoyance was quick to return after such an insane request.

"I mean, your couch looks comfy," Eda said. "A bit lumpy, but preferable to that shack in the woods."

"Are you...homeless?" Manny asked next.

"Oh, heck no! I've got a home, just not in, er, your neighborhood. Where me and King came from is under a lot of stress at the moment so we're laying low, hiding out in your realm for the time being."

"Why would you need to lay low?"

"Well..." Eda then dug into her hair and pulled out a wanted poster of herself with her hand aflame. "I'm sort of...wanted. From the law."

"...Oh. Okay." Camila pointed to the door. "Get out."

"Here me out--"

"I am not letting some...some witch criminal live under my roof!"

"I didn't break any major laws!" Eda defended, putting the wanted poster back in her hair. "Just the dumb ones. I didn't join a coven when I graduated magic school, I own a stand without a permit, I have a hocus without a pocus--"

"I don't care how illegal your activities are!" Camila exclaimed. "They're still illegal and I don't want that anywhere near my kids!"

"Speaking of kids, hot dang those daughter of yours are heavy sleepers," Eda noted, looking at the miraculously sleeping Luz and Vee. Even King was surprisingly still asleep. "You've been raising your voice this whole time and they haven't so much as peeped an eye open."

"I know, right--Don't change the subject!" Camila snapped. "You're a criminal!"

"I prefer outlaw."

"That's not better!"

"It at least sounds cooler."

"YOU--!"

"Camila." Manny puts his hands on Camila's shoulders, trying to relax her with a little massage. "Can I speak with you for a second."

Camila growled at Eda once more before relenting to Manny, letting him walk her a few steps away from the wild witch. "You better not try and talk me into hearing her out," Camila whispered.

"I know it might be insane," Manny whispered back, "but it's at least worth considering."

"No, it isn't."

"As far as we know, she comes from the same world Vee does. She might have answers to so many questions that Vee's unable to give. It wouldn't hurt to make nice with someone like that."

"She's a criminal."

"Because she broke laws that don't seem too bad."

"Still a criminal."

"At least she's not dangerous."

"Dangerous or not, she's still a criminal."

"Excuse me," Eda said, interrupting Camila and Manny's little conversation. "Couldn't help but overhear, mainly because you're both some pretty loud whisperers, but is it at least worth considering that I came clean about being wanted? Because the way I see it, I had two options: I could either lie about who I am and cause ya to overreact when the truth somehow came out--'Cause it always does--or I could just put all the cards out on the table and explain myself."

"Well, you're not doing a good job at explaining yourself," Camila said with a scowl.

"Actually, I'd say I'm doing a perfect job. I already told you that the laws I broke weren't anything major. They were just little things that never actually hurt anybody. Well, aside from the coven guards, but trust me when I say that those chumps had it coming."

"So you assaulted your world's version of the authorities."

"Authorities that will either put you in a box that you don't want to be in or petrify you for refusing even that."

"Petrify?" Manny curiously asked.

"Turn you to stone," Eda briefly explained. "It's permanent and ain't exactly pretty."

"That's...awful," Manny voiced sympathetically, to which Eda shrugged.

"It's nothing that'll happen to me, I'll tell you that much. Not as long as I can avoid being caught. Hence me staying in the human realm for a bit and me asking if it's cool if I crash on the couch." Eda focussed on Camila again, who seemed to lessen her frustration a bit, but not enough to relent completely. "What say you, Tiny?"

"Call me that again, and you'll lose more than your head," Camila sternly replied.

"Got it. Sorry."

"And...I'd feel bad under any other circumstance, but something about having a known criminal, even if the laws she broke aren't too awful, is just...too much. For me."

"Oh, for--It's not forever," Eda said, her annoyance showing. "Just for the night. Maybe two. Honestly, I'm only here because my current security system for my house is out sick and needs to 'recooperate.' Don't bother asking me what that means, because I do not want to know. I've learned not to ask him things."

Camila and Manny shared a curious look with each other, not even sure how to tackle that.

"Okay, how about just for tonight, then?" Eda suggested. "Me and my boy just need one break from sleeping in that shack. Can you at least give us that? We'll be out of your hair by morning and you'll never have to see us again. I mean, would you really let that precious little guy out in the cold for that much longer...?"

Eda gestured over to King, still sleeping soundly. Camila narrowed her eyes at him, finally noticing something she was amazed not to have noticed earlier.

"Wait...That's the dog you brought in," she stated.

"Ah, right, you still want payment." Eda started digging in her hair again. "Hang on, let me just--"

"No--I mean, yes. I do want my money. But I want to know is how did you make him look...not like that in the vet?"

"Oh, that?" Eda then blew a raspberry as she waved her hand. "That's nothing more than a simple illusion spell. Any witch with a starter's knowledge of illusion magic could do the same thing."

"You can make fake things seem super real?"

"Up to a point. Can't really make anything tangible. Only real enough where you think you can touch it."

Camila then glanced over to Vee, snoring softly without a worry in the world. Camila looked back at Eda, an idea forming as her worries appeared to have an exit.

"...Do you think you know how to make something like that...permanent?"

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deeagonemissing · 3 months ago

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I'm not really into posting serious topics on here but here is my piece of mind on the election in America this year.

I've heard so many people here saying "Why should I care about who becomes president in America? I don't live there, it won't affect me." Spoiler alert! It does affect you, no matter where you live!

Why? Because America is one of the most powerful countries in the world and it's been that way for a really long time and most candidates for presidency around the world use American presidents as role models. So if the final verdict is that Trump will be the president for the next 4 years, we'll just end up with a bunch of smaller Trumps all around the world.

But why is Trump such a bad president? Well first of all because his values don't align with the values that would make a good president. He might not literally say it but from the laws he has proposed so far, he still believes that the roles in the family should be the same as they were in the early and mid 1900's (basically that the woman/wife only has basic human rights and is supposed to only take care of children, cook and keep the household clean while the man/husband is supposed to be the provider of the household and even have authority upon his wife). Second of all, because he really doesn't know shit about economy. He wants to deport all emigrants, legal and illegal. But why do emigrants help the economy? Because most emigrants leave their home country to work on a higher payed salary than they would get in their home country. Emigrants are a cheap working force that he wants to get rid off (also, I'm saying this as someone who has family working abroad, I'm not saying it to insult anyone). So deporting emigrants is just sabotaging yourself, your own country. Third of all, because Trump is basically an undercover pedophile. I'm saying this based on his comments from interviews about his own daughter. Yes, Ivanka Trump is now a full grown woman, well over the age of consent. But a father making comments about how "he would've dated his daughter if he wasn't her father." or how "her body is voluptuous and she's hot." is extremely creepy considering that this man has known and seen his daughter since day one, Ivanka didn't get that "hot voluptuous body" just now at 43 years of age because that's not how the human body works. And besides you really can't make publicly sexualizing your daughter on TV sound good, no matter how hard you try. There is more I can say about Trump not being a man fitting to be president but I don't want to get into more taboo/complicated topics because I don't want to influence anyone based on my own opinions.

In my opinion, the only people that have voted for Trump are: uneducated people, extremely religious people and/or traditionalists (most religious people are also traditionalists and vice versa). What people fail understand is that religion is supposed to be about love, acceptance and peace, while hatred and judgement towards anybody is considered a sin in most religions. Taking away the rights of inoccent people simply for their race, ethnicity, sexuality, gender etc is inhumane. A good leader is one that's sees past these aspects of a person (despite their personal opinions) and judges based someone based on their values and who they are as a person. Even if you're black, white, asian, homosexual, heterosexual, christian, muslim, atheist, satanist, man or woman, on top of everything you're a person, and every person deserves the rights they've fought for for years, it's sadistic taking someone's rights simply because they don't align with your ideal type of person.

So, respectfully, if you're someone who supports Trumps (or any similar) ideologies, please unfollow this blog and go about your day as usual. I'm not here to fight with anyone, I just want to share my perspective of this.

#politics #donald trump #fuck trump #president trump #american elections #kamala harris #vote kamala #kamala for president

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aishangotome · 6 months ago

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Roger Barel: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

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I got into the carriage with Roger and Alfons, who were accompanying me on the mission.

Kate: What exactly is this "Death Party"?

(And... I don't understand the relevance at all.)

Kate: Why am I being made to change into a dress?

This morning, after finishing breakfast, I was taken to the dressing room and dressed from head to toe by the maids without any explanation.

Roger: Hmm, what's the matter? You came along without knowing anything?

Roger: Lil' lady, I'm impressed you've managed to survive this long.

If you're going to say that, I have plenty to say in my defense.

Kate: Because I became your exclusive Fairytale Keeper, I thought you would explain things to me!

Roger: Ah, is that so? My bad, my bad. Then let Roger explain it to you kindly and carefully.

(You're the one who brought me here without saying anything, what's so kind and careful about that...?)

...Anyway, Roger told me about the mission from the beginning.

Deep in the forest, there is a secret party held every night at a nobleman's mansion.

Rumors of fatal accidents happening there have reached the Queen.

The rumors increased over time, and finally, the police tried to infiltrate.

However, the undercover team had already been marked and were turned away by the guards at the party venue.

(So, the place we're going now is somewhere even the police can't get into...?)

Kate: Then, wouldn't we also be turned away at the gate...?

Alfons: Please rest assured.

A card the size of a playing card danced between Alfons' long fingers.

Alfons: We have obtained an invitation card. All that's left is to disguise ourselves as nobles and infiltrate.

His thin lips curved into a smile.

Alfons: Ah, would you like to ask me where I got the invitation card?

Kate: ...... I'll pass.

The Crown has too many secrets, and it would be endless if I wanted to know them all.

Roger: Getting back to the dress you're wearing.

Roger: The party requires a female companion, so you're wearing a dress and accompanying me.

(That's a simpler reason than I thought. And the problem is...)

Kate: What's going on at the secret party?

Roger: We believe it's highly likely that some kind of drug is being used at the party.

Kate: Drugs at the party? Why?

Alfons: For pleasure.

Roger: The Pharmacy Act. ...... Do you know it?

Kate: No, I'm not very familiar with the law......

Roger: In the UK, the Pharmacy Act was enacted to regulate the sale of medicines.

Roger: But the enactment of the Pharmacy Act was already several years ago.

Roger: It hasn't really taken hold, and there are many loopholes that allow people to use drugs for fun.

Roger: Any substance that is harmful to humans should be immediately classified as a poison and regulated under the Pharmacy Act.

Roger: Her Majesty is also eager to enact the law and make it known to the general public.

Kate: It's a worrying situation if illegal drugs are spreading despite the Pharmacy Act...

(The party we're about to infiltrate is also one of those places where such drugs are rampant for pleasure...)

Kate: So...this mission is mainly about gathering information rather than condemnation?

Roger: Yeah. Infiltrate, confiscate and report if drugs are being used. That's it.

The scene of condemnation I witnessed the night I first met the Crown.

I'm a little relieved that I don't have to see it.

Alfons: Even so––

(Hmm?)

Alfons: You're really dressed up tonight.

Alfons: This night dress, with such a high slit and exposed legs...

Lewd fingertips flip up her skirt.

Kate: Wh- Stop it!

She hurriedly covers herself, but Roger also casts a lewd glance at the bare skin peeking through her fingers.

Roger: I agree. Even for a noble role, that's too much service. You look really delicious.

Kate: You said you wouldn't touch me because it would be troublesome to have a mess to clean up later!

Roger: Just because I find it annoying doesn't mean I don't have sexual desires.

Roger: If you leave yourself wide open, I'm going to take advantage of that.

Kate: What!?

I was stunned by Roger's nonchalant remark when Alfons' voice whispered into my ear.

Alfons: Miss Kate, you need to live your life with iron underwear on your heart. This man is a muscle-powered beast.

Roger: Hey, hey, is that what you say to an old friend?

Alfons: We're friends? Did you hit your head somewhere?

The two of them seem to be old acquaintances, but they always bicker like this when they meet.

"The more you fight, the closer you get."

I said that to them once, and they looked at me like I was disgusting, so I don't say it anymore.

(Putting aside how much I should believe Roger's statement and the relationship between the two of them...)

Kate: Anyway, I want to do my best on this mission.

Alfons: Why?

Kate: I've been a mere bystander up until now, but this time I'm going to a party where women are needed.

Kate: Even though I'm just an escort, I'll be able to participate in the mission.

(Up until now, I've been watching everyone from a distance because I'm a new Fairytale Keeper.)

Kate: I want to fulfill my role as a Fairytale Keeper. Of course, I'll do my best not to be a burden.

As soon as I put my determination into words, the carriage passed through the gate of the mansion.

Roger and Alfons both took on the "Crown" look as we entered the target's territory.

Alfons: Roger, put that shotgun away. I don't want to be turned away at the door.

We were easily admitted to the mansion using the invitation Alfons had obtained.

Women in glamorous dresses and men in tailcoats, people who at first glance could be identified as upper class, were chatting with drinks in hand.

Kate: ... Huh? Where's Alfons?

I noticed that he was nowhere to be seen, even though he had been with us until we entered the hall.

Roger: Don't worry. Al is well-connected and perfect for gathering information.

Roger: It's better to let him loose like a stray cat.

I was surprised that there was no detailed plan before we infiltrated, but apparently, the Crown members don't have clear roles either.

(They read the situation and act accordingly. Is that because they have a strong relationship of trust?)

(Or is it because of the strength of each member, who can handle any situation...?)

Considering the strong personalities of the members, I thought it must be the latter, when I suddenly felt a gaze.

(I feel like I'm being watched...?)

I was chilled for a moment, thinking that my identity might have been exposed, but as I observed my surroundings, I realized that wasn't the case.

--"I wonder whose son he is."

--"He's lovely. This is the first time I've seen him here."

The sweet gazes of the young ladies were fixed on Roger, who was next to me.

(I forgot because we're rarely together outside of Crown Castle, but Roger...)

--CHOICES--

Seems well-bred

Has an intelligent aura

Has a nice body

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(He has a nice body... He's tall and well-built.)

His attractive physique was evident even through his suit.

(Sometimes when he talks to me at close range, my heart skips a beat... but no, no!)

Unaware of my inner turmoil, Roger calmly looked around the venue.

Roger: ...Those young ladies over there are showing symptoms of some kind of addiction.

Kate: Addiction symptoms...?

Roger: Yeah. Their smiles are distorted. There's a possibility that their central nervous system is malfunctioning.

Kate: ...So, there's a high possibility that drugs are being used for pleasure?

Roger: Yeah, it would be easy if we could catch them in the act.

Roger: Still... if British medicine were more advanced, there wouldn't be such trivial incidents.

I knew what he meant, but it was difficult to find a trustworthy doctor in London.

Kate: There are quack medicines, quack treatments, and even quack doctors...

--When I first became a Fairytale Keeper, Liam told me something.

*earlier*

Liam: Roger comes from a medical family. His father is a wealthy man who still runs a clinic in town.

Liam: The Crown has a lot of complicated backgrounds, so Roger might be a rare type.

*back to present*

(If things had gone smoothly, he could be like that young man over there, laughing with a glass of wine in his hand.)

(It wouldn't be strange for Roger to inherit the family business...)

(But instead, Roger chose the path of punishing evil with evil.)

Kate: Roger, why did you join Crown?

Roger: So, you're asking why I didn't inherit the house and enjoy wine and women like those guys, right?

(Ugh, he's sharp... It's like he can read my mind.)

Kate: Yes, Crown is a dangerous place, even though it's under Her Majesty's nose.

Kate: I thought it wouldn't be worth the risk to jump in unless there was a special reason.

Roger: Hmm, so if I had a special reason?

Roger: Like, if there was research I could only do here.

(Research that can only be done at Crown...?)

Kate: ...What kind of research are you doing, Roger?

That was a question I had also wondered about in the underground laboratory.

Roger: I want to eliminate the cursed ones from this world.

(Eliminate the cursed ones? What does that mean...?)

I stared back into Roger's eyes, confused.

Roger: I'm cursed with the Hunter of Betrayal.

The "cursed ones" are people who have been cursed since birth.

Because of that curse, they are destined to "commit a crime and meet a tragic end."

Kate: Betrayal... Is that your destiny, Roger?

Roger: Yeah, maybe I'm a super dangerous thinker who will betray the Crown?

(......)

Roger: So, Kate, what would you do in that case?

(In that case--)

Kate: As your personal Fairytale Keeper, I'll watch you 24/7, and if you do anything strange... I'll stop you with all my might.

Roger: Pfft, hahaha! You're really funny. You're a good person to the core.

Roger laughed and ruffled my hair.

Kate: Hey, don't try to distract me like that!

Roger: If you stay by my side 24/7, the day may come when you understand the meaning of what I just said.

Alfons: Excuse me for interrupting your fun.

I turned around at the sound of his voice to see Alfons, who had been nowhere to be found earlier.

Alfons: Miss Kate, Roger. This party was a hit after all.

Kate: A hit? ...Does that mean...

Alfons: There was a fun show going on in another room. Please come this way.

Roger Barel - Chapter 3 Letter

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bunbun-mochi · 17 days ago

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The Bounty on Our Heads III

Rafayel x assassinMC

Warning: violence, non major character death

Word Count: 1884, no proofreading

Preview: A bounty is already on couple's head. But that didn't stop them. Their next target, a royalty that is keeping lumerians as pets.

The Bounty on Our Heads is a series of Rafayel and MC where humans are hunting Lumerians to keep as pets and use them as test subjects. Rafayel and MC find those who are responsible and bring them to justice.

Disclaimer: This is an alternative AU. Lumerians were being threatened by humans but aren't extinct or endangered.

Note: The royal family has nothing to do with Xavier.

I strolled along the castle's corridor. Servants are rushing down the corridor and knights protecting the doors. I carried an entire bag of clothes while keeping my head down

I have spent months here. The amount of servants that the royal family had is unbelieveable. All I needed to do was to find a quiet servant, the one that rarely talked. Took her down and replace her. Easy.

While I scoop around the royal family, Rafayel is taking Lumerians and bring them back home. Just last week, the royal family had found out several of their pets were gone. Several tanks are empty. They had already suspected someone had infiltrated the castle. I already felt many eyes on me, eyeing all my movements.

And here I am, observing and calculating. It's like playing chess. They move their piece, I move mine. But the royal family are quite cunning. They knew what I wanted and they had yet to show any weakness. I must admit that I am growing impatient.

One member of the royal family is in charge illegal poaching and smuggling of Lumerians. Naturally, people cannot blame a member of the royal family, even though the law forbade such illegal behavior. Truly hypocritical.

I stopped outside the third princes' room. Before I opening the door, I knocked twice before opening the door. I closed the door behind me and get to work. I looked around the room, the table, the bed, everywhere to have any evidence of whether he is the one involved in the illegal activities.

Perhaps that the impatience had finally gotten better of me because I heard a loud knock on the door and the guard outside yelled, "Servant, what are you doing in there?"

I sucked in a breath. Shit.

I haven't been myself. I have to constantly remind myself that impatience will get me nowehere except death. I took a deep breath before responding, "My apologies. I slipped."

"Tsk. Hurry up."

I hurrily put the clothes in the bag, cleaned up the room before walking out the door. Slightly bow to the guards before departing to the laundry room.

No evidence. I got nothing. I had checked nearly all the royal family's rooms, except the king's.

The most heavily guarded room.

I had been caught a total of three times while trying to sneak into the king's room. First time was trying to sneak through the balcany. This motherfucker have a guard there too!

Second time was through a window. That bastard have a guard. Inside his room. Is he that paranoid?

The third time was brute force. I killed the guard from the balcany and tried to silently kill the guard indoors but the guards outside found the guard at the banlcany was no where to be found and that sounded the alarm.

I stare at the ceiling, hyperventilating. I am ready to just murder everyone in the castle. But I know I won't be able to take down thousands of knights.

To make matters worst, I haven't heard from Rafayel yet. Part of me was worried. This is the longest time that he haven't contacted me. Is he alright? Everyday while doing laundry, I kept a mental notes of how many Lumerians are left. I past their tanks everyday. It started with twenty-eight Lumerians. Today there are only seven left. We are so close yet so far.

Be patient. Be patient. Be patient. I keep telling myself, over and over again.

Over the next several weeks, I went through my usual routine. Laundry, check the Lumerians, gather intel, sleep, repeat. The number of Lumerians hasn't changed. It remained at seven. Meaning Rafayel haven't been resucing them or he wasn't sucessful. And that made me extremely worried.

Today I have the day off. I had requested one several days prior. I took a carriage to our temperary home. Nearly everything was kept the same. Nearly. I mentally memorized our temporary home before leaving to go to the castle. There were things that got moved, some things extra, some things missing. And of course, an artwork will always be lying around. However, no Rafayel. I sighed in defeat before getting back to the castle.

I was scared. Did he got caught? I found no news of him anywhere. So I did one of the most risky move. I went into the rooms where the Lumerians are kept. The amount of guards were so many that I had hard time getting in. Once I got in, there were guards in there as well. I mumbled that I am here to clean the tanks and the guards let me though. I pretended to sing in gibberish, but in reality, I'm using Lumerian language to communicate with the Lumerians there.

They said the last time Rafayel was here was two months ago. Rafayel went missing two months ago. Two months ago was when the royal family knew something was wrong.

When I finished cleaning the tank, I kept my head low, mumbling that I was done and walked toward the door. I slowly closed the door and started to walk down the cooridor when I heard a voice behind me.

"Who's Rafayel?" A voice asked.

I paused. I felt my heart beating rapidly. I slowly turned around and see face to face with the crown prince and his guards.

I smiled, "I beg your pardon?"

The prince narrowed his eyes, "You were talking to the Lumerians in there. Now, tell me. Who is Rafayel?"

"I believe you're mistaken, your highness."

"I don't believe I am." He walked toward me. "I had suspected someone had been snooping around here for a while. I had my eyes on you for a while."

I know.

I continue to smile, "Is that so?"

The prince glared at me, "Do you know what you're doing is illegal? What you're doing can earn you the death penalty."

My smile widen, "Of course I knew." Then, I glared back at him, as if to challenging him. "Do you know that if you anger the sea god, he will drown your people?"

The prince looked at me in disbelief. He looked bewildered, that a servant had the audacity to talk back to him. I quickly curtsied before I walked away.

"Hey!" A guard shouted at me. "It is ill mannered to not answer the prince."

I did not listen and continued walking. Once I heard footsteps running toward me, I bolted toward the balcony.

Of course I knew they had their eyes on me. And I used that as advantage for me. This is just a simple game of chess. You need to make some sacrifices in order to checkmate the king.

I jumped down the balcany, landing on the balcony below me.

When I went back to our temporary house, Rafayel had already left several messages to me.

Several guards were chasing me. Back ups were called, but chasing one person down at night is hard. I used shadows as my advantage. Hiding here and there, showing myself occastionally, taunting them to catch me.

Rafayel's message said that he couldn't save the rest since the security was tight. Since their eyes are on me, why not have some fun?

My highest death count is 38. I wonder if I could top that.

Rafayel dragged seven of the last Lumerians in the castle to the sea. He was glad that his beloved finally got his message. He watched the castle, patiently waiting for her to make a move. When she finally did, he made his move as well. While the guards are busy with her, he finally gets the last seven Lumerians out of the castle.

He rowed the boat into the sea before firing a firework into the sky.

People were walking around the city, trying to get to their destination.

"News! We've got news!" The little boy waved the newspaper. "The Siren's Curse has been caught!"

"Have you heard? The famous female assassin was finally caught!"

"Her death count tallied up to nearly five hundred! She killed a total of 43 guards in the capital before getting caught!"

"Apparently, her apprentice is named 'Rafayel'."

"The royal family pretty much lost this one. All their Lumerians went missing."

"She is clearly the divergence. She's not even the main mastermind."

The entire country was talking about this infamous serial killer.

Meanwhile, in the capital, there was a prison that was very well known. The most notorious criminals were kept there. There was no doubt that the "Siren's Curse" was kept there. They had the strongest security, with hundreds of guards securing the place.

The prince walks down the dark corridor. His smile got wider and wider when he walked closer to the supposed jail cell where they kept her.

He wanted to see her face when they had finally caught her. He wanted to taunt her, break her.

They walked toward the jail cell, covered in a giant door with just a small hole that was enough to slide food into the cell.

"Hello there, Miss Assassin. 'Siren's Curse' is what the people called you. How does it feel being in there?" The prince chuckled.

No response.

He knocked on the door, "Hey. You listening?"

No response.

He pounded on the door, "I demand you to respond, or else I will get you the death penalty as soon as right now!"

No response.

He whipped his head to the guard that had chains of keys on his waist. "Open the door!" He shouted.

The guard nodded and fumbled with the keys before finally unlocking the door. When the door finally opened, the prince frowned.

There was no one in the cell but a piece of paper on the table.

Dear prince, I hope this letter finds you fancy because I surely didn't. Sadly, your face doesn't meet the requirements of a prince, nor does your intellect. I would suggest you study hard in your class, or else you'll be the laughingstock of this entire country. I'm sure you wanted to meet me, but sadly, I do not feel the same. You see, I'm a woman who is married. My husband, who definitely has a better-looking face and higher intellect than you, needed my attention. As a woman with high standards, I have to leave this poor living condition. But a suggestion, if you will. I suggest you to careful. Every single of your choice in life matters. Heard of the butterfly effect? Oh right, you might not since your mother has forgotten to place a brain in your skull before birthing you. A butterfly effect is a small action that can have severe consequences. I'm still out here somewhere. If you do anything that displeases me, remember that I have escaped your so-called most secure prison. I wish you the best because you most definitely need one to make up for your poor look and head full of air. Sincerely "Siren's Curse"

The prince felt his entire body tremble in anger.

"Find her!" He screamed. "Find her! I don't care if she's alive or dead! Bring her to me!"

The last thing the country knew about the Siren's Curse was that her bounty went up to 500 thousand. And ever since then, no one had heard of her.

End.

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tightwadspoonies · 1 year ago

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Dumpster Diving and Salvage Shopping

If you asked me what my role in the ecosystem is, I'd say I'm a scavenger. I hate confrontation and I hate spending money when there are other options. I will gladly just take whatever you don't want in order to avoid such unsavory obligations.

So dumpster diving, salvage stores, and incidental meat registries and I get along pretty well save for the anxiety. This post, hopefully, takes some of that away for my fellow scavengers who would love to dumpster dive but just don't know how yet, or are afraid of getting in trouble.

Dumpster Diving:

First of all, dumpster diving is legal in all 50 states of the US, but check local ordinances because rich people get fussy about people digging through trash to the point of some cities condemning the practice. It's on a bunch of other posts but it's worth saying.

Cops, of course, will lie or imply otherwise on this. A good way around that is to look like someone who is "not breaking the law". AKA: look like a suburbanite: Wear some khakis and a polo shirt, carry a Starbucks cup, and act as white as you can possibly get away with. If approached, smile, call the cop "officer" or some such referential title, and explain that you thought it was legal. Not that you know it's legal- that you thought it was legal. If they tell you to scram, do so. No argument with law enforcement is worth what is in that dumpster.

Note that it is illegal in many places to put stuff into dumpsters that aren't yours, though, so if the cops are having a slow night, be careful about them asking you to put stuff back.

You also don't want to be the reason dumpster diving gets banned in your community. Do this primarily by never getting into a dumpster. I know the container of perfect strawberries is just out of reach, but if you fall or are unable to get out you are not only up a creek yourself but potentially causing an anti-dumpster-diving frenzy that your town's grocery stores will never recover from. Also, people have legitimately died from getting into a trash compactor.

Now, "legal" does not mean "pro-store-policy". One of the main reasons for this is that is dumpster diving can be somewhat dangerous and no store wants to be the store that's known for letting people break legs on their slippery dumpster juice or what have you.

Avoid too many store policy issues by waiting until the store closes, doing a pass-by to ensure no one is waiting to see if anyone is picking out of their dumpsters, and (again) looking like someone who wouldn't be diving in dumpsters.

Store management tends to worry that they will be sued for letting you eat expired or unsafe food. If you do get approached by a manager who isn't excited to see someone picking over their dumpster selections, it is a good idea to impress upon them how very many dumpsters you pick from and how you wouldn't possibly be able to prove it was their dumpster that gave you food poisoning. Also, if you're feeling particularly bold, let them know that you are saving their store money by decreasing the weight of their waste. Probably not by a lot, but hey, you're on their side here. If told to scram, once again, do so with haste.

On that note, there are safe and unsafe foods to pick:

Generally Safe:

Packaged shelf-stable foods even with damaged outer packaging

Milk if still cold

Cheese

Eggs

Bread (including frozen bread if still cold)

Whole Veggies and Fruits, even with bad spots

Fermented anything

Non-Food Items like dry pet food, hand sanitizer, soap, cleaning products (except bleach), etc...

Generally NOT Safe:

Sliced lunch meats

Cheese touching meat

Cut salads or veggie trays

Prepared hot foods (even if still hot)

Pre-cooked refrigerated meals

Frozen veggies (unless still mostly frozen)

You want to make sure you have some time the next day to process your haul. Everything needs to be carefully sorted, cleaned, peeled, and in the case of perishable food like eggs and veggies, cooked prior to eating.

One final thing:

Be considerate. Leave everything how you found it and make sure you're not making more work for employees. Also, if you know others in your area dive, leave some stuff there for the next person.

Salvage Shopping:

Perhaps you aren't completely up for dumpster diving but still like living your lil raccoon life? Thats fine!

Salvage groceries are a great option. Essentially, instead of throwing food away that they can't sell to traditional consumers, grocery stores sell near-dated or damaged products to salvage grocery stores for pennies on the dollar, and that savings is passed along to the consumer.

Most salvage stores are smaller than traditional grocery stores, and some are cash-only. Some have fresh or frozen sections, but the smaller ones are pretty much all packaged goods. If you are living exclusively on salvage stores, you may want to supplement with some dumpster diving, foraging, or gardening (or even maybe going to a grocery store, but that's hella expensive).

Salvage groceries are not necessarily going to be perfectly food safe. There will be expired goods (doesn't mean bad). That just means you will have to do some due diligence. For example:

Make sure that an item you want to purchase is still in a sealed container

If there are more than one of an item, make sure they are the same color

Prioritize un-dented cans

If you must buy a dented can, make sure the dent isn't on an edge or seam

Don't buy expired canned tomato products

If you open a food and it smells bad, looks like it thawed and re-froze, hisses or bubbles- THROW IT AWAY

Generally be more cautious than you would normally be at a grocery store.

In my area these are pretty much always run by the Amish and Mennonite communities, but check around in your area. They are becoming more and more common outside these communities.

Not all of them will be listed on google maps. Look for a shop called "Bend and Dent" or "Salvage Groceries" or a small store advertising "Discount Groceries". Once you find one, it's easy to find others by asking at the checkout, since they tend to cluster together.

A drawback is that, because they do tend to cluster, they may be farther away than other grocery options. If you are far away, I highly recommend getting a few friends together and making a day of it. I can't say this about most things, but the extra cost in gas is well worth the savings, even if you are driving over an hour.

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rikomoriyama01 · 1 year ago

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If Riko hadn't been killed off, but he still had his broken arm, how do you feel his recovery and road (if possible) back onto the playing field would have been? How would Tetsuji have reacted to it?

Boy this really went in a direction as I wrote it

Considering the rules of aftg universe [Kevin whose hand been through meat grinder but could use it after few months without any physical therapy and being held together by duct tape ] Riko shouldn't have any issue healing from clean spot breaking of 2 bones in arm. Add to that the fact that Riko got professional care right after the breaking and as resident of cult i mean Nest he will have access to all resources needed to make safe and successful recovery. So depending if we want to use aftg law or real life law i think his recovery is possible it's just difference of ,, will he play in 2 months or in 6 months" With good diet and listening to his doctor, recovery and coming back to health won't be issue and assuming Tetsuji would not pit him against ravens and allow him to train with a coach he wouldn't loose more than 3-4 months [during which he can still do cardio and train other muscle groups, improve his footwork as well as study exy from more technical standpoint, research read books watch old games and THINK i think he would easily went back to play with his team in second half of the next season in games and bit earlier in trainings. But being separated form them for so long to allow for his healing and injury care would put a big rift between him and his team. They would be resentful and not at all sympathetic ravens are competitive Riko is star but he is also their captain, and i assume while Riko is decommissioned someone else took that position- temporarily as Riko would hope. But what if the Second Captain turned out to be better? What if ravens decided the new guy deserves their respect more than Riko does? I think Tetsuji would not extend his protection to Riko any more, Rikos little outburst on the court was embarrassing and illegal There would be no way for Riko to play exy after attack on another player, in best case scenario Moriyamas might keep him out of prison but I don't think any of them would care, I think Riko's most likely future is being murdered in prison depending if anyone who hates the family is behind the same bars.

#riko moriyama #aftg #all for the game

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mossy-opal · 1 year ago

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Twice the Fun

Jin Bubaigawara x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smoking Mentions, Violence Mentions, Illegal Activities

Finding him there in the alleyway was something that broke your heart. The poor man had a bag over his head, dirty clothes, and he looked worse for wear than you liked. So, you took him in. You didn’t see a reason for him to be sleeping outside, much less a reason he needed to have a bag over his head.

You quickly found out though.

Jin Bubaigawara was a man who was on the bad side of the law, a man who used his quirk to make himself a gang. Literally. A man who craved power. After his gang had literally fallen apart, he wasn’t the same. But that was until he met you.

You held out your hand to him, helping him off the ground and into a nice home. Everything was clean, everything was warm, warmer than any place he usually squatted in anyway. It also made him feel warm when he walked in, not physically, but in his chest. You insisted he use the bathroom to clean himself up, you offered him the guest room, clean clothes, hot food….

He started crying.

You cooed to him, reassuring him that it was okay, he didn’t need to thank you, didn’t need to repay you, he didn’t need to do anything. He just needed to take care of himself. You held his hands, hugging him, holding him close. Holding a complete stranger who could hurt you.

Holding a villain.

He cleaned himself up, changed into the clothes you had so graciously given him, and readied himself to leave. He had expected you to want him gone in the morning, so with a bag over his head and a dramatic bow, he was about to leave.

“Where are you going?”

You had two cups of coffee in your hands, tilting your head. He was floundering for an answer, explaining that he needed to leave, you had already been so nice and he didn’t need to burden you anymore than he already had and-

His rambling was cut off by your laugh, your sarachine laugh that made his face flush under his paper bag. You shook your head, putting down the coffee and bringing him back into the comfort of your warm home. You sat him down, gave him breakfast, and told him he could stay here as long as he needed to.

That was how he met you, and that was when he swore he’d do his damndest to keep you safe.

Soon after meeting you, he met the League, and despite his nefarious “job”, he still went home to see you every night.

That’s what you quickly became for him. Home. It may have been a bad idea to keep you to himself, to keep you a secret, but he couldn’t help it. You were his sanctuary, you never asked about what he did, never asked about who he was visiting, never asked to be introduced to them, you were perfectly content being his little secret.

He didn’t have to share you if he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to worry about your attention being split between the other members of the League, you were all for him. He was happy about it. He was happy to have you.

You were happy to have him too. Was it the smartest idea to let a seemingly homeless man into your home? Absolutely. But, he would’ve hurt you already by now if he was a crazy person- Well, crazier. His mannerisms were certainly odd to most, but you weren’t most. You were odd yourself in some aspects, especially for someone your age. You were supposed to be married and have children by now, you were supposed to stay home and cook and clean all day. You clearly didn’t do that.

You worked, despite having inherited wealth from old dead parents you never spoke to. You went to school and educated yourself. You never had time for dating when you were busy working in the community, working at your job, going to classes. Sure, it didn’t stop anyone from trying, but you never really clicked with any of them.

Jin was different though. He was so grateful for everything you did for him, he was adorably confused when you insisted he stayed. Maybe it was a bad idea, keeping an almost complete stranger as a roommate, a roommate who would leave at odd times of the night, coming home with bloody clothes and new bruises. But, you didn’t really care.

You knew he was a villain, he started a gang for fucks sake.

It was especially funny when you asked him during dinner.

“Are you the villain Twice?”

He choked on his food, and you giggled.

“H-how did you know!? I mean- No of course not! Who told you that!?”

Your giggling turned to laughing, and his nervousness relaxed into laughing himself.

“Jin, I’m not stupid, and you’re terrible at sneaking around and lying- Even for a villain~”

“... Sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise sweetie, I don’t care what you do in your freetime, just- Promise me you’ll be safe?”

“Of course! Never!”

You laughed again, and the two of you started talking a lot more that very night. Jin told you about everyone in the League, you told him about your childhood and life. That was when he found out you were older than he was. He was shocked- You looked great! Younger than you looked, obviously, and incredibly sexy, totally his type, though he would never tell you that. You weren’t much older than him, but you were still older than he was, and it was something he gladly embraced. A lot of the League were younger than him, so they didn’t get it like you did.

Now that he knew you didn’t care about his activities as a villain, he told you everything. He told you about his absolute best friend Toga, his cranky boss, his ultimate goal as a villain. He was shocked you were actually in support of him, and the League. It was refreshing.

“After all, have you seen how they treat kids these days? Kids can be born with any kind of quirk, and society will label it as a ‘villain’ quirk, tons of children have to get over that- It’s sad honestly.”

You really were after his heart, he was almost certain of it at this point.

Things became a lot more lax now that the cat was out of the bag with the two of you, no more sneaking around, no more secrets, it was wonderful. It was freeing. Jin felt more comfortable around you now, and he let his possessiveness show a lot more now. He often enjoyed the platonic cuddling you’d allow on the couch, watching movies with him, his arms wrapped around your torso and your fingers running through his hair. He adored spending whatever kind of free time he had, with you. You were so carefree, so easy going, so… Loving.

At times he often wondered what he did to deserve someone like you. Someone so caring, someone so soft and loving and warm. He was a monster in more ways than one, he knew that… He wondered when you’d realise that too. Jin did not think very highly of himself, and he worried he’d… Ruin you.

But you were sure to tell him otherwise, to show him otherwise. He deserved to be happy, he deserved to know someone cared about him. You weren’t the only one to care about him either, he’s told you more than enough about his little pseudo-sister Toga, and his friend Giran. They cared about him, you were sure of it, despite never having met them. He sung their praises more than enough, and if he was anything like he is with you as he is with them, you’re sure they care about him…

Maybe not to the same level as you do though.

It was a bad decision, doing what you do with him, feeling how you feel about him, but you couldn’t help it. You were… Lonely, in a sense. No partner since high school, no real friends to hang out with, and it wasn’t like you wanted to hang out with your boring coworkers after work. But when you spotted Jin leaving the bathroom, towel draped around his waist, still dripping with water, it was not only hard to look away, but to keep your thoughts on something… Appropriate.

It wasn’t just you.

This whole situation was dangerous, not only for you, but for Jin too. He was not an innocent man by any means. You were very attractive to him, very attractive in general, he wasn’t crazy enough to act on anything, but he sure did appreciate your choice of dress when you were home.

Home.

This was home for him now, you were his home.

Wow.

Jin was finally comfortable enough to call someone home. He had friends close enough to call family, but he didn’t really have anyone he could call home. That is, until you came along. You were his home now, and he couldn’t help but smile under his mask while he did what he needed to for his boss, taking care of anyone who could possibly cause a… Security breach… Giran had been MIA for quite some time now, so trying to figure out who knew what was a little bit more difficult now, seeing as though they didn’t know what exactly Giran knew too…

Once he really started thinking about it, Jin started moving faster, getting home was his top priority now- The door was cracked open. He heard the struggle and moved faster than he even thought possible, making doubles of his cohorts before easily taking care of the thugs who tried to hurt you, making Jin panic. He saved you though, right? You’re okay now, he was there in time! But… What if he hadn’t been here soon enough? What would’ve happened to you? What would they have done to you? It didn't matter how good he tried to be, it never mattered, he'd always just be bad to be around.

The copies of his friends melted away around you as you watched Jin panic, he was pulling and tugging at his mask, muttering apology after apology, while you stood up and hugged him suddenly.

He gasped, confused. Why were you hugging him!? If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place! You'd have to move because of him, he'd never get to see you again-

"Jin, sweetie, I need you to breathe, okay? It's okay, I'm safe now that you're here-"

"Y-you wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me!!"

You shook your head, "Jin, these thugs weren't here because of you, they followed me home after work-"

"No! No! You don't get it! They know who you are because of me and what I do! It's my fault you almost-"

He shuddered at the thought, shaking his head, before he was shocked to feel you take off his mask suddenly, holding his face and looking into his eyes.

"Even if they wanted to get to you through me, it still wouldn't be your fault- So stop it with that nonsense, understand?"

Your tone shift brought him back to reality, to the fact that even if you were in danger, you already knew what you were getting into by helping him. You weren't stupid. Hell, you were older than him, of course you knew better. But it didn't stop his frantic crying as he clung to you, rubbing his face into your chest as he wailed about your safety, how you were too good for him, about how much he…

Jin calmed down a bit, realising what he said. It made his face flush while he kept himself hidden against your chest.

"Jin."

He shook his head.

"Jin I want you to look at me."

"No." "Of course!" "No!!!"

You pushed against him, making him let go of you and look away. You could clearly see his blush now as you looked at him, even if he didn't want to look at you. You smiled, holding his face again, before you kissed him.

Wow, your lips were even softer than he had dreamed of. He knew you were perfect! You put up with so much from him, from how he clung on to you the moment your lips were on his, to the shenanigans he'd get up to with his friends. You were always so good to him, as his hands gripped at every inch of you, his lips moving from yours to your jawline and neck, biting and sucking his way down- Even your cute little whines were to die for!

"J-Jin- Ah- S-shouldn't we get rid of- Mm-maybe move…?"

He stopped biting at your neck and shoulder enough to acknowledge the unconscious thugs below you, before he huffed, nodding. Always so smart, you had a point. He quickly pulled away from you, as the two of you started packing a few bags of valuables and important information, before leaving the area. You were smart enough to drive an hour away from your home, call your boss and quit your job, before holing up in a dingy motel. All the while, Jin couldn't help but feel… Bad.

Sure, you kissed him, but you just dropped everything for him. Your whole life was up in shambles because of him…

"Want some Chinese?"

His head popped up when you asked him, smiling. After everything that happened, you were smiling at him.

"Why aren't you more upset?" He asked.

And you laughed, "Honestly, this is the most exciting my life has ever been! Is it scary? Sure, but I have you here with me, and… I don't know, I'm happy with the change."

You sat next to his slumped figure on the bed, putting your hand on his thigh, lifting his head to make him look at you.

"Besides, how can I not be happy when I have you here with me? My hero~"

You kissed him again after that, and once again he was shocked. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to you, but he would sure as hell try. After all, he wanted to get used to exactly how you felt beneath him, his hips grinding against yours, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on each and every part of your body- Anything he could squeeze, he was.

To think this all started because of you and your endless kindness.

Jin couldn't help himself, he wanted to feel as much of you as he could- And you'd let him. You always would. Moving on top of you, he pressed you further into the ratty mattress of the motel, kissing you like his life depended on it. You wrapped your arms around him, keeping your legs propped up to give him more than enough room to grind against you. Everything about you was just as he imagined, almost too hot to handle. Jin whined into the kiss, and he could feel himself flush while you chuckled.

When he eventually pulled away, you smirked.

"What's wrong baby~?"

"N-nothin' I just-"

When you pulled your shirt up ever so slightly, exposing your skin to him, he could feel his jaw clench.

"Come on Jin, we've been dancing around each other for so long now… Why don'tcha be a big bad villain and take what you want~?"

He gulped, before the beating of his heart pushed him to move. Practically ripping his own suit off, he pulled you to the edge of the bed, pulling your clothes off of you, making you practically squeal with excitement. Getting a look at you, he couldn't believe he was finally able to have all of this to himself, before he immediately put his mouth to work.

You moaned in surprise, your hand moving to grab at the top of his mask, pulling it off the rest of his face and grabbing his hair. Seeing him look up at you, made the power trip even more real. You pressed him closer, making him huff, before he pulled away from you. You would've whined had he not pulled you into a desperate kiss, his dick pressing against you, before shoving himself in. You gasped at the feeling, not nearly prepped enough, before he immediately started thrusting.

Then he started to babble.

"F-f-fuck!! Oh fuck! Y-ya feel so good- SO GOOD!!! AAhaha! Been dreamin'- Wanted this for so long! So good- so good, so good, so fuckin' good Aagh~! Do I feel good? Bet I do- Y-you wouldn't be moanin' if I didn't feel good- Right? Uuh-uh fuck- Fuck-"

You couldn't even respond due to how fast and hard he was fucking himself into you, making your eyes roll back, your mouth open in a perpetual moan. He was doing far better than you'd thought he would, fucking you so hard you were sure you'd be unable to walk afterwards. But he seemed so lost in it, you couldn't even imagine asking him to stop.

"Oh god- O-oh fuck I'm sorry- s-so sorry I can't- can't fuckin' last- Fuck I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you so much! P-please say- Please- A-AAH~!!!"

Jin could barely hold himself together, his hips snapping against yours before he came inside you, making you grit your teeth and moan his name.

The both of you were out of breath, Jin was practically shaking while he held himself up, before his head snapped up, "Fuck! Did you cum too!? I'm sorry I should've been paying attention-!"

"Sssshh, Jin, sweetie, I finished… I promise…"

Giving him a tired smile, he let out a sigh, his worry about being inadequate subsiding as he pulled you back up the bed. He cleaned you up as best as he could, before he laid in bed, wrapping himself around you.

There was still a lot you two had to do, but for now, you slept.

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