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st-kitten · 1 year ago

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707 pt.3

← previous chapter christmas special

A/N: um... i've got two small special effects for this part, sooooo see if u can use them at the right moment :")

WARNINGS: trauma, implied death by accident, a good cry honestly, violence (intended IM A GIRLS GIRL BUT SOME THINGS ARE OKA-), that shlong, sloppenheimer (kidding: oral sex, both receiving), age gap (newsflash 😒) (reader is obv 20+ and toji is idk 38?)

"can we call y/n? for cake?" asked megumi.

"i'm not sure she wants to see anybody today, kid," replied a distressed toji

"but it's my birthday..."

toji couldn't resist megumi's puppy eyes. but he figured that if there was anyone you'd listen to, it would be him. it was worth a try.

both of them stepped out of their apartment, hearing music coming from your apartment. toji felt his breath returning to his lungs. music meant you were okay. or at least alive. your singing got clearer as the two of them stood outside your door. he tried knocking but it was left unanswered. toji wondered whether it was just a recording playing, so he pressed his ear on the door. no, that's definitely her. open the fucking door, y/n!

all toji had as a sign that you were inside were was you were singing.

[mention: easy on me, by adele, again for the lyrics ft.]

"i know there is hope in these waters..." is she crying?

"but I can't bring myself to swim, when i am drowning in this silence..." your voice croaked in the end. she's definitely crying. what the fuck did i do...

toji looked around the lobby. seeing it empty, he grabbed your doorknob and pressed hard on it, tearing it apart, breaking it. he gave it to megumi. he barged inside your barely lit, dark living room, only to find you sitting on the floor, head against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. broken glasses and torn papers surrounded you as you sang at the top of your lungs, voice overcome with some kind of pain that toji couldn't understand, but just feel.

"you can't deny how hard I've tried i changed who I was to put you both first but now I give up..."

"i was still a child..."

"so go eas-" hearing the door blast open, you stopped, whipping your head in its direction.

you were about to bark at toji when you saw the look on his face. fear... then you saw megumi, holding your doorknob, standing behind his father.

toji saw your grief-stricken face. the haunting melody of whatever heart-wrenching song you were singing still echoed in his ears, reaching out from the walls like a desperate cry for help. your disheveled hair clung to your face, a stark contrast to the carefree spirit that used to reside next door.

"w-what are you d-"

"what happened?"

toji treaded carefully around the broken glass, telling megumi to wait where he stood. he knelt down beside you, pushing away the small shards.

you sat there, too horrified to say anything. why is he here? a small shaky breath left your mouth, the rest bubbling up like lava, ready to erupt.

"i don't know what i did baby, but i'm sorr-" toji's apology went unheard as tears streamed down your face and a cry tore through the air like a wounded animal's howl. it was guttural, unrestrained, and laced with a pain so visceral that toji felt it in his bones. the sound wasn't pretty; it was raw and unfiltered, like the ugly side of life laid bare for anyone in earshot.

without a second thought, toji enveloped you in a tight embrace, pulling your trembling shoulders into him. he sat on the floor next to you, one leg folded down and the other tucked to his chest. he felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine as you sobbed into him.

"it's okay..." was all he could say. even he knew that it wasn't about fixing everything; it was about being there in whatever storm was raining down on you. he looked at megumi, unsure about how his son would take seeing you break down. the child stood a silent witness to all of it, his eyes glistening slightly.

"why is it okay?" you muttered. "for parents to be your first bullies..."

"what... stopped them," you sniffled, "from just listening to me?"

toji held onto every word that came out of your mouth. a part of him was relieved that this wasn't about him.

"i didn't want a fucking cake... i didn't want a cake, i just wanted them..." your breath hitched.

"you spend half of your life raising a child in the cruelest way... your last words to each other end up being an argument and... your last words to me were nothing..."

toji felt a knot in his stomach. he watched megumi leave and go back to their apartment. he was torn between his kid, disturbed on the eve of his birthday and the woman he was cradling, on her birthday...

as the echoes of your cry faded, they left behind a heavy, oppressive silence. only your shaky breath could be heard. he sat beside you, his eyes searching for the right words as you wiped away the tears that had traced down your cheeks.

"birthdays are supposed to be happy, ya know..." he whispered to you, as gently as he could. as if the wrong words would shatter you.

"they're also supposed to be spent with family apparently..." you said, gritting your teeth. toji didn't know what to say... he wanted so desperately to talk to her. but how do you even say something at a time like that?

megumi's small steps echoed in your living room. both of you looked at him. you felt like bawling your eyes out and toji simply smiled at his son.

megumi carried a small plate with a loaf of bread sitting atop, two tiny candles buried in it, their flames flickering in the dark room. he stood in front of you, holding out the plate to you with his tiny hands.

you held the plate, placing your hands on his. you glanced at the clock, which was seconds away from midnight. you blew one candle, covering the other with your palm. and when the clock struck 12, megumi blew the other candle out.

"happy birthday, gumi," you put the plate down and hugged him. he wrapped his tiny hands around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "happy birthday, y/n," he said softly.

hours passed by as you talked to toji about your unforeseen disappearance. megumi had fallen asleep in your lap and you stroked his head. you told him about your 13th birthday, your parents death in a car crash... you left some things off the conversation. oh, how toji felt each word you said. he knew how ruthless families could be. his own was never kind to him. he told you about his scar in return, and how he felt insecure about it.

"it's kinda hot, if you ask me." seemed like you were back to being your normal self.

toji smirked. "i know. you wouldn't stop kissing it last night."

you smacked his chest with the back of your hand. but it brought you two to that conversation. toji wanted it off his chest.

"i like ya."

you looked at him, taking a shallow breath.

"not just 'cause we made out yesterday. i'm the worst person to talk about feelings and shit to, but... i got 'em. for you." toji was done with it. he didn't want to stretch it any further. not after the day you'd had.

you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, "sit with it for a while. ya don't need to answer me right now."

toji picked megumi up from your lap, carrying him in his arms. he pressed a soft, patient kiss to your lips. "belated happy birthday," he said against your lips, got up and left, leaving a large hole in your door.

[ambient song y/n might vibe to: jeene mein aaye maza, by ankur tiwari]

you wandered aimlessly in the convenience store, picking up things and putting them back where they didn't belong. you circled the whole store thrice until the cashier asked you if something was wrong. paying for cheap beer and rice crackers you didn't even want, you left the store.

you walked home in the evening, head in the clouds. (a cloud shaped like toji)

he liked you. his words hammered in your mind like construction workers at the crack of dawn. girls usually felt giddy after hearing a boy confess to them. the fuck were you feeling? and why was it some kind of diarrhoea? you mind went back to how you'd kissed and how good it felt. there was no doubt that you found him attractive. you liked spending time with him. but did you like him? what even would you do if you did? date him? be his girlfriend? mother to his child? how did one go about dating an older man? if anything, he'd end up with another child.

you walked by a park, watching children playing (mostly falling), building sandcastles in the pit (and falling on them), running around chasing nothing (and falling), scurrying into their parents' arms (guess what).

did you want to be that to megumi? because being with toji meant being with megumi and being responsible for him.

you sat down on the pavement, sipping on beer that tasted like toothpaste, pondering over what kind of life you'd build for yourself. you were not interested in hook up culture. committed relationships were made to sound like life imprisonment sentences. the titles didn't apply to you and especially him. what would being with toji even look like? once your little quinn project comes to an end, what then? would he grab the cash and bolt? would he stay? would he stay anyway?

the more you sat and thought about it, the more things blurred. you thought it best not to overthink it. he did tell you to not rush an answer. but you were not the most patient of all people. the one thing you disliked was how things get awkward every time someone confesses their feelings out of the blue and the other has to be the dealbreaker.

you decided to do the rest of the thinking at home. the city was twinkling with christmas lights and decorations. it was always a wonderful sight to see. it made you want to travel to a quaint countryside only to realise your long lost love for the holiday season and family values as you broke into song about reuniting with your childh-yes, that hallmark movie.

when you entered through the gate to your building, you spotted megumi near the postboxes. a very uncomfortable megumi... in the arms of a woman you'd never seen. she looked rich. fur coat, pradas, sunglasses that covered her whole face like a covid shield. megumi so didn't want to be held like that. your gaze fell on toji, who... drumroll... had the exact same expression as his kid. as you walked in that direction you could hear the conversation.

"he likes me, don't you think?" PLEASE that's what rich people sound like?

"just put him down," toji sighed.

"no, i'm gonna steal him!!!" she giggled, shoving her face into megumi. he flinched and pushed himself away from her.

"aww, he's so playful... toji, why don't you invite me over for a drink?"

megumi wiggled like a worm in her arms, trying to escape her grip. he twisted like a pretzel until she had to put him down. but she held onto his hand tightly. that didn't go unnoticed by toji who was growing angrier every passing minute.

"come on... it'll be fun," she sneered.

"i gotta look after my kid." that was all he said.

"i'm sure he won't mind... right meggy? you'll let daddy and i play for a while, right?" megumi tried to pry her hands off, but she tugged at him harshly.

suddenly, all the diarrhoea made sense. the blur cleared. your eyes narrowed as you observed the audacious scene unfolding before you. something in your head snapped and you took purposeful steps towards her, and offensive gaze locked, devoid of any remorse.

swatting her hand off of megumi's, you put the kid behind you protectively. in a millisecond, your hand swung with conscious thought, as you smashed the beer bottle on her head. the glass shattered on her scalp, cutting through the background noise like a warning shot.

"not. your. kid."

caught between shock and appreciation for your sudden defence, toji covered his curled mouth with his palm. he looked at megumi, who stood behind you, holding the ends of your jacket. the kid looked back at his father, smirking mischievously. toji turned his cackling laughter into an asthmatic cough.

the woman couldn't take a hint even when it hit her in the skull.

"who do you think you are?"

"how dare you hit me? do you know who i am?"

"i'm talking to you!!! hello!!!??"

you let her run her mouth. you weren't interested in what she had to say. you looked down at megumi. you could see the faint red strip that circled his wrist. you knew how manipulative it was to use toji's kid as a means to get to him. you already befell his threat. but you understood it all of a sudden.

the honest urge to protect your kid.

the woman eventually stomped and left, mouthing cuss words at passersby.

"so... care to explain what that was?" asked toji, folding his hands, looking at you with fascination.

"my answer," you said with a smile as you held megumi's little hand, rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

toji smirked proudly.

"what happened here?" asked the building watchman, who heard about the act of violence from others who witnessed it.

"nothing interesting,"

"they're saying you harassed a woman," he was quick to throw an accusing glance at toji.

"nonsense! just some personal drama," you interrupted. "that's the father, this is his son."

"and that's the unholy spirit..." toji mumbled to the guard, earning a death glare from you.

the three of you walked towards the elevator. you handed megumi the rice crackers you bought and he wasted no time in digging in. toji put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as he whispered in your ear, "what does a fella like me have to do to see you smash another bottle again?"

"flirt with another woman and i'll gladly smash one on your head."

toji's deep chuckle vibrated in your ear.

megumi dragged you inside their house to show you his new sketches. he'd really outdone himself. he'd also made his father hang all the small drawings on the christmas tree they had in their living room. toji was glad that he'd found something to occupy himself with. not that he didn't want to spend time with the kid, but seeing him not get overly attached to a single parent relieved the giant weight on his shoulders.

"mmm! gumi, i have a gift for you."

megumi trotted to you like a puppy, eyes twinkling like stars.

"you're gonna spoil him."

"correct."

you gave him a cd. "i wrote you a song." megumi clutched the cd like a prized trophy. he opened the case and showed his father the cd. you'd chased down your producer's sales guy to put one of megumi's sketches as the cd cover.

"when did you even have time to do this?"

"last night. and today morning."

"you didn't sleep?"

you looked away from him, perfectly expecting a fatherly scolding. instead, toji just chortled. he left megumi to listen to your song on a loop as the two of you went to your apartment. (sorry megs, but this is a toji x y/n)

you closed the door, swearing that the hole where your doorknob used to be was getting bigger by each minute. not a moment later, toji had his arms wrapped around you, his mouth on yours. you dropped the grocery bags on the floor and threw your hands around his neck. bumping into nearly every piece of furniture along the way, you sauntered into your room, lips glued to each other. he kissed you like it was the last thing he could do in the world and you kissed him like it was the first thing you wanted to do before anything else.

"mmm... hold on," toji pulled away momentarily and said, "promise me one thing."

"what?"

"you don't disappear when shit hits the fan. you come talk to me."

you felt guilt churn inside you, recalling how you'd left toji and megumi to wonder what 'they' had done wrong to make you go distant.

you nodded. "i promise."

toji held you in his arms for a while, taking a look at your face. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you winced.

"ow! careful, i just got my ear pierced."

toji raised his eyebrows. he pushed your hair aside and saw a helix piercing, the edge of your ear pink and slightly swollen.

"that looks like it hurt."

"oh, it did."

"then why'd ya get it?"

"i always get piercings on my birthday."

"why?" toji honestly didn't understand this form of self-harm.

"what can i say, buddy, i love getting stabbed..." you said plainly, backing away and took your shoes off.

toji snorted a laugh at your comment. "masochist."

"aww, big man uses big words now..." you said, keeping your shoes under your bed. toji simply slapped your ass.

"sadist."

"by the way, i added some background noises to our recording. it sounds so good!"

"oh? let's hear it then," said toji, sitting down on your bed. he was glad to see you be your usual confident self. last night had him tensed with worry. even though he wasn't the source of your pain, he couldn't imagine how lonely you must've felt spending your birthday crying as life wickedly toasted to your parent's death, scarring the one day you were supposed to own with pride.

you made him listen to some excerpts, but ended up talking over them anyway, excitedly telling him how smartly you had edited some things. he just watched you with a small smile. whenever you turned to face him, his eyes fell on your piercing. he counted how many you had. nine. marking nine years of an anniversary nobody would want to remember like this. four piercings on each ear and one in your nose. did you really need the pain to validate your broken heart? did it make you feel like you deserved it?

he dismissed those thoughts from his head. it was your decision. and you bore it like an ornament, and not a scar. plus, he now that he fully took your face in, he couldn't deny hot incredibly hot those piercings looked on you. the thought of you sitting through that and showing off your piercings made his stomach flip. seriously, how much more hot could you get?

as if to answer his question, your recording played in his ear, some scene at a party with your characters failing to keep their hands to themselves. his voice blended with yours like the perfect duet. the way you spoke, changing your tone, pitch, hell, even your little laugh to suit your character made him feral. he wanted to hear you more. but not for some recording. he wanted to hear you for himself.

the moment the recording ended, toji pounced on you, grabbing your neck, careful not to hurt your ear as he kissed you roughly. you gasped, but melted on the spot. you liked where this was going anyway. toji moved his lips along yours, nibbling at you mouth. he let you catch a breath, before shoving his tongue inside, only for it to hitch again.

he pushed you into your bed, immediately hovering over you. he let his hands run up and down your legs. you hummed under his touch. he felt you shuffle underneath. he pulled away for a moment to watch you sneak your phone out of the pocket, finger pressed on a red dot.

"you wanna give your fans a show, baby?" he murmured.

"nuh uh, this is for me," you panted.

toji smirked. "gotta make this good then..." he peppered kiss on your neck, sucking on your skin. he could smell that god awful coconut perfume. to ease the weight his humongous body dumped on you, he shoved his knee between your legs, hoisting himself over you properly. you practically moaned in his mouth at the feeling of his knee rubbing against you. you had no idea what to do with your hands, so you just let them stay on your stomach lifelessly.

toji broke the kiss once more, chuckling at the whine that escaped from your mouth.

"so needy..." he growled, taking his shirt off with one hand. your jaw hung open as you took him in. the way he towered you even when sitting on his knees made him seem almost... monstrous.

toji only it thought it fair to get rid of your clothes too. he held your waist and pulled you to him, hoisting you on his lap. he took your jacket off, throwing it on the floor.

"be careful with the shirt. it's vivienne westwood."

"strip then."

slowly, taking the sweet time of your life, you pulled the shirt off, turning it right side up and neatly folded it, placing it at the far end of your bed.

"you done, sweetie?" he cooed in your ear.

"done."

"lovely. put your hands to use." he had you folded under him, back on the bed, kisses getting rougher, wetter, messier. you clawed at his shoulder, back, neck, chest, every part of him that you could touch. he licked a particular spot just under your ear that made you mewl in pleasure. like a vampire, toji bit your neck, causing you to moan softly.

his free hand unclasped your bra and tossed it away.

"would it kill you to not throw my clothes here and there?"

"thought you liked it violent, baby..." he murmured in your ear, biting a hickey on your neck. he kept switching between kissing your lips and sucking at your neck while he played with your tits, squeezing them, pinching them, kneading them like dough. he was right. they did fit in his hands perfectly. he latched his mouth onto one, making you squirm under him.

toji was absorbing your body. he felt bold; bold to take what he wanted from you. well, what he wanted was you. your body, your hips, your mouth, all of it. he wanted to show you just how desirable you were to him.

the hand that roamed your waist slowly trailed down your cargo pants. you didn't even realise when he took them off, but it was good anyway. less is more.

at an agonisingly slow pace, the tips of his fingers teased you over your panties. toji took a look at you, covered in his marks, lips pink and swollen.

he chuckled, "just how many of these stupid panties do you have?"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT. PANTY THIEF!" you smacked his abs.

"they're mine now," toji murmured as back away, spreading your legs apart with his hands, grabbing at your thighs. he kissed your inner thigh languorously making his way down to your wet cunt. he took your panties off, once more putting them back in his pockets. he dipped two of is fingers inside slowly, as if he was learning about your body. he watched your every reaction, every quiver, every hitched breath as he took his time and prepped you for himself. he curled his fingers at an optimal spot and like a cat on heat, you mewled and your legs shut tight around his hand.

"uh uh uh, i need these legs wide open, darling." he knew how much you liked it when he said that. when you didn't spread them, he smacked a hard slap on your hip, causing you to gasp and giggle as you did as directed.

"don't be a brat."

"or what?"

toji didn't retort. instead, he dove straight into your cunt, painting your insides with long strokes with his tongue. he paired it with his forefinger running up and down, inside and out, pushing against your clit. hearing you whimper and pant just made him want to tease you. recording all those dirty audios with you had him gain a mind in the game. like an illusionist, his hands disappeared and he pulled away, making you pine for him.

"toji fushiguro, i will smash a bottle on your head if you ever take your mouth off me like that again..." god, you sounded so sexy.

"ya know... it makes my dick hard when you talk to me like that."

you crunched forward and grabbed his hair, pulling him back to your pussy. toji chuckled, resuming eating you out like a man starved for days.

"oh i bet it does," you said breathlessly, throwing a few more slurred taunts his way. toji extended his free hand and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth.

"put that mouth to use, brat." he groaned in pleasure feeling your tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking them, gently biting them whenever he lapped at your cunt the right away. even with his fingers stuffed in your mouth, he could hear your muffled moans loudly. he sped his pace, slipping his fingers in and out of you, lapping at your core. he felt you clench and he took it as an open invitation to increase the pressure. you let out a long, stretched moan as you gushed all over his chin.

"is this what you ladies call girl dinner?" toji took his fingers out of you, licking them and tasting you, smacking his lips.

you laughed, throwing your head back.

"ugh, shut up."

"make me," you commented, practically waltzing into the man's next plan for you. toji's hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up as if you weight nothing. he got off the bed, standing in front of you as you were on all fours.

"gladly," toji slid his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard-as-a-rock girth.

"this isn't fair, toji," you cried at the size of it.

"i know, baby..." he gripped your chin with his fingers, nearly crushing your jaw. you looked up at him and seeing you on your knees for him lit a fire within him.

playfully you licked his wet lip like a kitten...

"cute. but that's not gonna cut it, sweetheart."

"i'll have you know i won the popsicle eating contest in my college..."

toji chuckled, holding his cock out to your face and smacked it against your lips. "gonna keep me waitin'?"

you took his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, letting the tip run between the faint slit. you bobbed your head a few times, adjusting to his length and width. you'd be grateful to have a jaw left by the time you've sucked him dry. you took his length in your, stroking what you couldn't. you felt his cock twitch and pulsate in your mouth.

"god, you're doing so well..." toji reached forward, accidentally thrusting more of his dick in your mouth, making you whimper. he picked up your phone, which had been recording every lewd sound you made and he held it by his hip. "you sound so... fucking perfect, baby... gagging over my dick like that."

he pushed your hair aside, gripping it tightly as he pushed your head further in, moaning at how good it felt to have you take damn nearly all of him.

"fuck... shit.... s' good" toji let a buffet of grunts and moans spill out of his mouth. first, because he you took him that well, and second because he wanted you to get off to his voice, just like he did to yours. he began thrusting into your mouth faster, feeling his release creeping its way up. had he known how easy it was for him to come just by getting a quick blowjob, he'd have put more work into the foreplay. but fuck, he loved every damn moment of it. how your mouth was wet and warm, how your pointed tongue knew just where to lick, how your cheeks hollowed to pull him in.

"keep going, baby... i'm almost there," he panted, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, hips moving at a brutal pace. his mind went to you eating a popsicle for some reason and he laughed, paving the way for a guttural moan that rumbled through his mouth as he came into your mouth. you closed your eyes, letting the uncomfortable feeling pass away as you managed to swallow the barrel full of cum he just shot into your mouth.

toji pulled out, feeling euphoric. he was completely obsessed with you. he wanted to take your right there. he wanted to be inside you. fuck, he wanted to see how loud you could get for him.

a knock on your main door and a small voice calling out to toji snapped you back to your senses.

"what a cockblock," toji sighed.

you threw a pillow at him. "that's your adorable birthday boy you're talking about!"

toji changed back into his clothes, refusing to give you your panties back, earning another pillow to his face. he looked at you to make sure you still didn't have second thoughts about him. but there you were, effortlessly moving around the room, picking up the pieces of clothing he'd tossed here and there. he loved how much fun you had doing all these things with him. it made the experience twice as much worth it.

you changed into your pyjamas and led toji out of your bedroom.

"does it say 'juicy' on your ass?" he said, reading the glittery text on your pants.

"ya bet it does," you smacked your own ass, proud of your sense of fashion, no matter how ridiculous it was.

"gonna fuck that ass someday."

"fix my door first." you peeked through the hole in your door, looking at the top of megumi's hair.

you opened the door to see megumi standing in his pyjamas, holding his demon dog, yawning.

"awww, sorry for keeping your dad for so long."

megumi yawned again, nodding.

"she sang a song for me too, you know..." said toji, picking up his sleepy kid, giving you a wink. you kicked his ass, making him stagger out of your house.

"good night."

"good night..." you smiled at the two.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months ago

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AITA for exposing some parents' lies in front of their children?

So I ( at the time 25F) used to be a fast food worker in a mall until last year. In the restaurant we had a very eye catchy gumball machine, and families that walk past the restaurant tend to get stopped by children asking for these. Some parents are okay with it but most are not. Those who refuse to get some tend to deal with the situation questionably sometimes. The ones that get on my nerves the most are the parents who expect ME to convince the children not to buy some, as if I weren't busy already fixing their food. It's a small booth so I'm the only worker there and it's hell when it gets busy. However, for the sake of professionalism, I do try and talk the children out of it. "It's not healthy" is my favorite argument, actually my only argument, I can't think of another reason not to buy it. It doesn't work obviously but at least I tried?

The other type of parents that annoy me are the parents who outright lie to their children to get them to stop asking for gumballs. Like "the machine is broken", "it's just for display, not for sale" are the most popular lies I could remember right now. It's none of my business when this happens, even though I don't agree of this method of parenting. Children are my favorite people (if anyone remembers me, I sent the AITA about hanging out with children and ditching adults- so you'd know how much I love these little people) and I hate it when adult treat them as if they were dumb? Needless to say, most children don't even believe those lies and would argue with their parents. "Why keep it there if it doesn't work/ not for sale?"

Now, whenever children argue with their parents, some times the parents would look for someone else to back them up on their lies. They'd look at me and wink. "It's broken, right?" "It's not allowed for public use, isn't it?" And expect me to agree with them.

I really hate it when this happen. They demand that I side with them adults against those impressionable and innocent children??? To commit acts of dishonesty in the face of a cute child that just wants a candy of a certain color? Okay but my issue is the fact those customers demand I lie. Just like I said, I hate doing that because it's like I'm mocking their their intelligence and encouraging bad parenting. The other reason is, I'm a Muslim and lying is a sin, and putting me in a tough spot where I'm forced to sin is uncomfortable and I draw the line at it. I live in a highly religious Muslim area too so it's not like they aren't aware of that either. Like, I'm not claiming to be perfect, I have absolutely lied before and committed other sins, but I refuse to increase my sin count doings something I'm totally against? The third reason is, I'm Autistic so I happen to be very blunt, so I'm not used to lying at all, I'll suck at it if I try anyway.

So here's where I might be TA:

When the parents seek me to help cover their lies, I act as if I don't understand what they want me to do and contradict them. For example they'll say "Hey, the machine is broken, isn't?"

I pull my innocent confused face and say something along the line of "Oh no, it works perfectly fine, just insert a coin to get it to work!"

If they say something like "It's not for sale it's just decoration, right?"

I'll reply with "no of course you're allowed to use it, sir."

And so on.

I had a blast doing that, for once, I get to be slightly rude with Karens who can't call me out because their children are right in front of them so they'll have to admit they were lying. Also I work alone so there's no superior they can report me to, and it's a huge chain restaurant so one sigle bad review will cause no harm and even go unnoticed, but it's not like any parent bothered looking up how to report me since they are so busy trying to get their children to leave, which means I get to do whatever I want. Also management was very nice for a change and they always shot down any complaints about me.

However, I'm not a parent myself so I don't understand their struggle to keeping their children under control.

Anyway, AITA for not lying with them and exposing them in the process?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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haruchi-slit · 1 year ago

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WHEN HE GO LOW, I GO LOWER!!

synopsis⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾:

You saw Satoru making out with a girl in the club and as your revenge you slept with his three friends :)

a/n: DONT MIND THE TITLE IDK WHAT TO NAME THIS BLOG I'M SORRY! Our wifi broke so i wrote this cause i was bored. I'm risking my digital footprint and my dignity (am i?) i personally think this is kind of cringe? cause of the pet names and detailed smuts i was literally laughing while writing this idk if i cooked this shit up or burnt it lmaoo

Warnings!!

Toji, Ryomen and Suguru are, like..26-29 in here..and Satoru is a very,very,very red flag boyfriend here if you're not good with that then shoo away. Grammmatical errors, typographical errors mdni, foursome, raw sex, use of rose toy, fingering, fisting, degrading, praisin, anal, etc.

"Have you seen Satoru's latest post?dang, so you gonna let him hook up with other girls?" Suguru clicked his tongue "tsk, he's a womanizer, you deserve better Y/n" he added as he shoved his phone to you.

"He said he'd change, so c'mon people change don't they?" you chuckled, and slightly tapped Suguru's phone away.

"eee, whatever you say, but don't come crying to us hon..we've already warned you." Ryomen snickered

"Stop with the yadayada and finish this f'me?" you rolled your eyes "besides he's going to take me on a date tonight."

"You're fucking delusional, sweetie" Toji said as he appeared out of nowhere,

"And you fucking scared me" Suguru laughed out.

"Whatever, im going home gonna get ready for me and m'love's date.."

"Yeah, sure whatever just come to us if he fucks up mhm?" Toji chuckled

"i don't care, I'm sure he won't fuck up tho" you responded and bid them goodbye.

You drove back to your house, unlocked your front door and got inside, it's already eight in the evening and Satoru said he'll pick you up at nine, you took a shower, dried your hair, did your hair just how he likes it, did your make up

in the best way possible, you wore your dark blue dress that compliments every curve and dips on your body. It's been a long time since the two of you dated and it's understandable with all the side chicks he's got, you still forgave him after all the things he has done to you. you prepared your bag, you put your lipstick, your card, your keys and of course your rose toy and also a condom in case the two of you get freaky and shit, while doing your make up you got a message from Satoru.

'Toru💙

-Something came up, can we move our date next week?

You hesitated to respond..but as a understanding girlfriend, you agreed of course you would, but because you already have your look and everything you decided to phone Shoko, and asked her to come over and go to the new club..and of course as the best girl, she agreed to come with you.

"Yeahh, im down this week had been fucking rough..i need to let out some steam eventually." she said

"yess, perfect be here at 10 I'll wait for you" you responded.

as you wait for her you scrolled thru your phone while eating the pineapples you cutted earlier cause you thought you and Satoru will have a blast tonight but he, as the damned boyfriend he is, he cancelled it and didn't even told you what "came up" while eating and scrolling on your phone for a while, you heard someone knocked on your door and you knew it was Shoko so you came rushing down to your hall and opened the door,

"Heyy, y/nnn~~" Shoko greets you with a warm smile, as you responded with a hug, "Shall we go now?" you asked "Of course!" she said. The two of you went to the club and wow, literally wow, very fucking ironic.

You saw Satoru in the club, making out with some chicks,

he's so fucked up now.

Shoko saw Satoru and marched towards him and gave him a very hard blow on his stomach, causing him to choke on his saliva.

"Fuck you, and fuck your sidechicks!" She then snatched a random man's drink and spilled it right on top of Satoru's and the girl's head,that left Satoru speechless. When she came back to you she noticed that you were no where to be seen, "Poor woman.." she sighed and tried to find you in the huge crowd in the club but she couldn't spot where you are. As for you, you we're rushing, running away far from the scene, too overwhelmed to stop from running thousands and thousands of thoughts in your mind,

"am I not good enough?, am I ugly?, am l replaceable?-" you snapped back into reality when you bumped into someone,

"Watch where you're going!" the man said, "Oh my god, I'm sorry!" you bowed down and ran to the nearest park.You sat down on the bench and called Ryomen.

"Ryomen, can you pick me up?, it's so loney out here" you sobbed,

"You guys are right he fucked up." you added.

"Aww~, turn on your location I'll pick you up we'll help you relieve your loneliness" Ryomen responded in the other line of the phone.

((⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠))

"Ah - i think it won't fit!", You jolted as you tried to fit you fist up to your ass,

"it'll fit hon, keep doing it..how'll you going to handle our dicks?" Toji whispered to your ear before he kissed your forehead. You nodded as you tried to relax your body, you drew your hand to your mouth to lubricate your hand so it'll be easier for you fist to glide thru,

"Good girl, keep doing it baby" Geto gave you a smug smirk as he tweaks your nipples, sucking it occasionally while he presses your rose toy deeper into your clit. Ryomen tucked your loose hair behind your ear. You bit your lower lips, "P- Please" you blurted out.

"Finish your words woman." Suguru sternly responded. "Please- hah!" you were cutted off when Suguru bit you left nipple,

"Please what, woman?"

"H-help me relieve my loneliness, by your c-cocks" you babbled.

"Should we comply to this poor woman's plea?" He asked, Toji and Ryomen, the two men gave you a teasing smirk, Toji lifted you up and laid you flat on your chest, on top of Ryomen facing his cock as he faces your pussy, "ass up" Toji said which you senselessly obeyed, he snapped his hips into your anal hole "mhmm!-" you jolted as he slowly picked up a pace, on the other hand, Ryomen is currently eating you out, spitting at your pussy only for him to suck his saliva back in his mouth, using his hand he spread your folds like damn book and thrusts his godly amazing tongue, he paused

"Honey, do you mind pleasing me?" you shook your head countless times due to the pleasure Ryomen and Toji is inflicting you.

You carefully guided your mouth to his cock

sucking it, gawking it up and down. Ryomen

chuckled sending vibrations to your clit , causing you to arch your back even more, you were a moaning mess, saliva drooling from your mouth, Suguru walked up infront of you

"Can you smile for the camera baby?, sending this to Satoru..gonna show him what he's missing", you paused from sucking Ryomen and looked up to the camera with your beautiful doe eyes and smiled widely, Suguru grabbed your hands and placed it to his cock which you understood and gave him a rub, he paused the recording and placed the phone down, sinful groans, moans and squelching sound filled Suguru's Condo "Sit up baby" Ryomen ordered, Toji pulled out and helped you sit up, you can barely feel your legs, you sat on top of Ryomen he slides his dick in your ass, as Suguru stood between your legs Suguru gave himself a few pumps before putting it in your pussy you loudly groaned "A-ahhgh!" Toji positioned himself beside you and grabbed your head onto his cock giving himself a deep throat, you can feel them twitching you knew that they were close as your pussy runs like waterfalls, spasming and squelching around their cocks. Make up completely ruined, Suguru grabbed his phone again and continued recording,

"B-baby,hngh-! look at the camera...Who's better, us or S-satoru?" you heard him asked as you struggled to babble and spit an answer due to the immense pleasure, "hgh-ah y-y-" you struggled "hmm?" he hummed teasing you. "YOU!" you spat "that's my girl" he smirked "All, a-all of you!" you added, "atta girl" Ryomen said as he quickened his pace, your tits, bouncing uncontrollably, you prepared your hips for your release,you were so close,

"Are you breaking up with him?" Ryomen asked

"Yes, ughh!"

"fuck" Suguru groaned, as he released thick white rope in you, painting your walls white,Ryomen also came after a few seconds, same as Toji.

"You heard her, she's breaking up with you." Toji chuckled as Suguru ended the recording, afterwards he sent it to Satoru.

Ryomen and Suguru pulled their dicks out of you, your pussy completely puffed,red and full of semen, Suguru focused the camera on your cunt that's currently oozing with tons of semen he spread out your folds and focused it on your entrance, clenching and spasming around nothing.

a/n: this took me 8 days to finish, I was procrastinating lmfaoo bye see ya!!🪼

#ryomen sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #geto x reader #suguru smut #toji fushiguro #toji smut #four #some #jjk #jjk smut #lol

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xen-lotus · 1 month ago

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CRK: Golden Cheese vs Burning Spice

"Gyaaahahahahaha!!! I must admit you've gotten a lot stronger unlike our last confrontation! You even managed to graze my right arm even!"

"Heh. All I did was stand up to your destructive tyranny to protect what is rightfully mine!"

The two cookies stare down each other with determination in their eyes. Their auras clashing with one another as their powers increase to tremendous levels, enough to push debris out of their vicinity.

"Yes... Yes! This power emanating from you. This is what I wanted...! This is what I need!"

Burning Spice Cookie begins to act slightly different from how he was before. He begins to breathe heavily, staring down Golden Cheese Cookie (Immortal) with hunger in his eyes.

"Guh...! Something is wrong. What's with this strange power coming from him, and... wait a minute... What's-"

She looks at Burning Spice Cookie's right hand as he appears to be manifesting a ball of pure-burning energy into the palm. The gem within his chest also begins to glow with the same color of the ball as well.

"Truly this battle can be up taken to its highest peak. Now. COME GOLDEN CHEESE COOKIE! SHOW ME WHAT YOUR POWER OF ABUNDANCE CAN AGAINST MY POWER OF CHANGE!!"

The ball begins to burn with pure energy of molten fire as more energy assimilates into it. Golden Cheese Cookie realizes that if she doesn't stop this attack it could wipe out the entire area along with it's inhabitants.

"You fool! If you keep this up everyone will be in the blast radius! What about your followers, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, your spice army?!"

"HAAAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! They should be humbled that they get to witness this incredible power and the downfall of your kingdom! Besides, they are nothing more than fuel to ever burning desires of fighting!"

Burning Spice Cookie's eyes are bloodshot as crimson flames irradiated from them. He drools with the appetite to continue this battle as the ball reaches it's limit. The power coming from him is enough to push her back some inches.

"Burning Spice Cookie...! You...!"

Golden Cheese Cookie begins to remanence on all of the friends she had made throughout her life and then reflects on the people she met here, although they were following Burning Spice Cookie, they didn't deserve to die for the petty reason of his lust for battle and destruction. She remembers the words that Smoked Cheese Cookie uttered when they were captives in Burning Spice Cookie's dungeon.

"Use it, use all you've got! Your fear, your sense of duty, your pride, your greed!"

Golden Cheese Cookie closes her eyes and raised her right hand. A yellow orb beings to manifests in her palm as the Soul Jam shines with golden radiance. Particles of sand and pure energy whirl into the orb as it to reaches its capacity limit.

"We called you a god. SO BE A GOD!!"

She then opens her eyes as she clutches the orb in her hand, the force put on it creates a enormous shock wave, catching Burning Spice Cookie off guard just a little. The orb in her hand crackles with immense energy. She looks at him with a look of confidence as she grins. Besides if he could do it, then so can she.

"Grrraaahhhh.... You...!"

"Heh. You seemed pretty confident on blasting place off the map. Well I'm pretty confident on making sure that doesn't happen at all. You've strayed from the path of light for to long. It's time I made sure you see it. I will make you see your errors, THROUGH MY SHINNING RADIANCE, AND PROTECT ALL OF MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!!"

Another banger here from me!

And yes I did give Golden Cheese Cookie a gold tooth.

#my art #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #golden cheese cookie #golden cheese crk #burning spice cookie #burning spice crk #video games

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venusmage · 10 months ago

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I'm sorry about your D&D game. Can I ask what made your players and yourself decide to restart the campaign?

(Continued from another message: "I meant in terms of just stopping the game versus continuing without the kicked player versus restarting. It's not a judgement thing I'm curious on your thought process. I think a lot of groups have gone through this.")

Oh, absolutely groups go through this all the time! Two of my players are also DMs that have had games fall through or stop due to people leaving or getting kicked. It's always a huge bummer for everyone involved. Our game's been running since mid 2021 - so that's a lot of (almost) weekly sessions. We were on session 67 I believe. I've got 900 hours logged into roll20 and a good 750+ of them are just the one game I've been running. As a DM it hurts because you put sooo much time and effort into setting it all up; having it just suddenly end totally sucks. It sucks for the other players, too, who just wanted to get together and play.

It's not the first time for us - two players at the very start of the campaign didn't vibe with the table and ended up leaving, which is totally fine! It's the first game I've ever grabbed people together to run for, so it wasn't an already established group that all had experience together yet, if that makes sense. Once they left we kept playing for nearly two more years until just recently.

When it happened I basically asked my players what THEY wanted to do. The PC of the kicked player was integral to the plot of the campaign, so do we find some way to write them out? Do I turn them into an NPC? Or did we want to restart the whole game, giving myself and the players an opportunity to try some new things? I'm not as inexperienced of a DM as I was in 2021 and felt like I could make a more cohesive game for my table. The players were excited at the idea of taking their PCs in slightly new directions to make it fresh, especially since we've been playing together consistently for a while now and the awkwardness that comes from roleplaying with new folks is gone. They've been having a blast changing builds, designs, and backstories around and we're all super stoked for Waterdeep 2.0!

#no art here #dnd talk #also even though it was not an amicable kick w the person in question #i dont likke the idea of like. yoinking their pc for an npc yk #id rather they just not be there #also also one of the players came in later than the others so he has a chance to be there from the start now

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much-vexed-glowy-mimic · 11 days ago

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Just being my obsessive self and making notes on some of the various versions of Music Meister: TB&TB Meister, Pride Meister and Speed Force Meister.

Starting with the original, TB&TB Meister.

-Meister's color scheme here is purple and green, reminiscing of Joker's, but his colors are both much darker (the purple) and paler (the green) than Joker's colors are. Joker's colors are also warmer hues, Meister's are cold.

I can talk a bunch about what these 2 colors mean, but in my mind they're trying tell you these 2 are the same type. Absurd, silly and extremely dangerous. -Meister generally seems really good natured or at least has a good sense of humor since he allows the others to sing this:

"They're dastardly, despicable Disturbingly inexplicable

"And imminently kickable!" "That dirty, rotten rat is..."

Of course, it's likely him making them sing that because he embraces his role as a villain completely and it's the first time he's ever appeared.

-Controlling people is easy for him. No matter their power level, no matter what they are, if they can hear him, he can control them. -I'm guessing, but I don't think he's used to people being able to resist him. I think he has to use slightly more control/power the groups of villains and heroes. Slightly more.

-His shades have some animation, but a lot less than we'd expect?

-His mood can swing abruptly, but he's generally just really jovial. -He's able to alter his clothes however he wants. -He's completely dependent on his voice, his baton and others fighting for him and likely has little physical combat experience. We do see him use his baton, but once it becomes clear it can be avoided, Meister flees. If he cannot control somebody, if he has nobody to fight for him, if they're too fast for his baton blasts, he's going to flee. He's so combat adverse he won't even jump in and fight when somebody is overwhelmed by his minions. -I've said this before and I'll say it again. Meister's motives are really weird for how absurdly powerful he is. He wants money and praise. Both TB&TB and Speed Force Meister are extremely interested in money.

(-This could be art direction thing, but he's so fucking massive. He's built like a house.)

-His eyes are never shown.

-He's defeated in the end of the episode with one punch. General note going forward:

-I think Meister is completely serious about his role as a "maestro/conductor/leader/director". Once you put him in a group he's automatically going to become the leader of it, he cannot help himself.

Next up, Pride Meister.

-Pride Meister's color scheme is pretty much in line with TB&TB's, it just veers into blue.

-He appears to be missing an entire tooth.

-He has a much worse temper. He's never seen smiling and he's incensed by Connor Hawke blocking his voice. (Tho, really, his bad mood could come from being disturbed and he REALLY WANTS TO PERFORM PHANTOM)

-Combat level is the same as TB&TB's. He's just so angry in the end that he doesn't flee.

-He's defeated in the end of comic with one punch.

-The name "Darius Chapel" is very widely believed to Meister's actual name. Considering it's director's name and I think Meister will automatically take the lead in anything, it's completely possible. The major problem is this comic tells you almost nothing about what's going on because it's about Connor Hawke's letter to his mother. You also have to wonder if Meister's had the time to put his name/alias on that banner.

-I'm not even sure what he's doing there? There's an blasting machine on the roof which suggests he wants to blow something up? What is he blowing up? The building? This man wants money and he makes musicals, WHAT is he blowing up? The people after he's robbed them?

-We do see Pride Meister without his shades and it just shows how bad his mood/temper is. This man is going to bite you.

Next, Speed Force Meister.

-Speed Force Meister changes his color scheme to green and red. With his need to be the leader in mind, the change makes sense. Fiddler, who started Symphonee, wears green and I think it ends up implying leadership here. Of course, he could be wearing it because he's the leader of his own section, the scientists and Mas y Menos. It should be noted Mod doesn't wear any green (so it's not a group thing), outright calls Fiddler "boss" and puts himself in supportive role. (Presumably because he knows Meister gets fucking weird about leadership roles.) Meister does call Fiddler the CEO, but an CEO answers to the Board of Directors and Meister might just think he's the director.

Meister's red accent likely comes from Symphonee's logo, which again makes me think he's really vying for the impression he's the leader of everything.

One reason I think this is the case is because he's wearing his original colors before joining Fiddler and Mod.

And once he loses Mas y Menos and Superboy, he goes back to it. He's so ready to leave after losing his fighters, but he's staying on because there's still a chance he can get some money out of it and he loves money.

-This Meister smiles and seems more in line with TB&TB Meister, he just strikes me as a much more malicious person.

-He seems genuinely fond of Fiddler, but he's much, much closer to Mod. (To the point Meister's shipping himself with Mod in the picture above. He could have said that differently, but he went shipping language)

-Meister positions himself as a "guide" for the scientists.

-Meister's face is an SCP. We get an exellect look at it in issue 1, but after that it's obscured and we don't see his eyes most of the time. (We ignore most of issue 6 in this house, I only like the part that reinforces he's besties with Mod.) It tends to be obscured by his shades, his hat or shadows.

The only time he's not wearing his shades is in the club and when they fall off/ (?) are knocked off (?) by Superboy (?). -Combat wise, he's much more aggressive than the 2 others. When Superboy and Kid Flash show up, Mod and Fiddler both flee, but Meister stays back to direct the fight and to capture Superboy and/or Kid Flash. (Of course this could be because Fiddler ordered it, but I think Meister's already set his sights on Superboy at that point.)

He's still completely dependent on his voice, his phone and Mas y Menos. (We do see him with a cane/baton, but that shows up once and he has it to look fancy)

-One thing that sets him apart from the others is he can use his hands to direct his powers. Meaning gagging him won't stop him.

-He's able to create the clothes and shades the twins and Superboy wear.

-His music appears visibly destructive on the environment?

-I'd love to see how his stint in Iron Heights went and what they got him arrested for? And what's up with him and Weather Wizard?

-This Meister isn't actively defeated at the end of the comic. He remains un-punched.

Also, one more thing:

"LA LA LA!" This could be nothing, but this is a master hypnotist that sings to get control over people. I'd be worried when he starts 'LA LA LA'-ing at me.

#music meister #isaac bowin #mad mod #batman

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balkanradfem · 4 months ago

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I'm so torn about this issue. City maintenance crew has replaced street lamps around my building. They did it so fast too, I never saw the construction, I only noticed this morning that outside looks completely different, that it's darker now.

The lamps we had emitted warm, yellow, glowing light, and they were whimsy and interesting, they made the street look good! They were nice round lamps with the tops shaded, so they looked like glowing half-circles, and the nice orange-yellow light would make the entire street look homely. Few of them were tangled in tree branches, and I would linger around them in the evenings, watching the light make the leaves glow, imagining I was in Narnia.

New lamps... have none of that. They're bare, tall spike-looking things, with a horizontal shelf that emits white light straight down. The street looks slightly dystopian, corporate, like they put the absolute minimum effort in making sure there's some kind of light. None of the whimsy, none of the detail, no Narnia here. It looks like a corporate parking lot.

However.. the new lamps emit much less light. And they're much efficiently shaded, so less light is being cast up. Which means, the streets are darker, and more importantly, the sky is darker. That means less light-pollution being emitted into the atmosphere. Which means, I can sometimes catch a glimpse of a star. I can stop being annoyed at how light it is outside during all hours of the night. I love darkness in the night, I hate that we need to have lamps glowing the entire time. I like less light. I like less light pollution. One could argue that this is the move in the right direction, and the city is causing less light pollution with this change, so this could potentially be good for the environment.

But it's not that simple! If they went and took down all the yellow, whimsy, fully functional lamps, and made new, minimalistic, boring corporate lamps, they had to take out new materials, they had to mine that from the earth, they had to spend an enormous amount of energy, labour, resources, to make and purchase these new lamps. That means the city is using tax money and resources, and natural minerals in order to replace already functional lamps. Were they really doing a good thing, doing all this just to miminize light pollutin in the city?

And let's say they did this differently; if we assume a city lamp doesn't last forever, and they would have eventually broken down or stopped working, what if they phased them out one by one, replaced each one as it became defective, instead of taking them all out and once and replacing it with the new ones? Wouldn't that have been a more economical, environmentally-friendly thing to do?

And the thing is, I'm not sure this city is actually worried about the light pollution as much as I am, because every damn holiday they're blasting lights from all direction. Every december they're having all the bridges showered in light, they're having giant glowing figures placed around everywhere, they're wrapping every damn building in so much lights, all the trees are having light globes hanging from them, it's a nightmare, and I hate it. And then they're having all this additional holidays and celebrations where they throw fireworks (I'm not even joking they have fireworks 8 times a year) and putting lights everywhere. It's supposed to be for 'tourism'. If they were trying to reduce the light pollution, that clownery would be the first thing to go. I don't think they replaced the lamps to reduce the light pollution.

But then this is my point, why did they do this? If they're trying to make the city look nicer for tourists, why would they tear out beautiful whimsy lamps that made the place look human and nice? If they're trying to reduce the amount of energy spent yearly for the illumination of the city, why not stop overdoing the holiday lights? Who is benefiting from this? I need some answers.

#city lamps #light pollution #it's good for the animals if there's less light in the city!#but bad for crime apparently #living among m*n is a nightmare #i swear in women-only city night illumination wouldn't be necessary #because women don't wait for the dark in order to do violent crimes #we wait for the dark to see the stars

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dakotalun · 2 years ago

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Want Part 2 | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 2-- Eddie hangs out with someone and you confront him about it. Eddie shows up again with a surprise.

warnings: oral (f. receiving), praise kink, pet names (good boy, baby, ma'am, babe), sub!eddie, fingering, swearing

word count: 2.9k

a/n: been a whole month...whoopsies. But I am coming back with a nice and long fic for y'all. I also have a few things in the works that will be multi parted. I hope y'all enjoy and have an amazing day!! :)

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie's been gone for what feels like hours, I’m completely broken and hurt while he's probably off with Chrissy again. Out of all the things I could've done today, I chose to ruin my relationship. I slowly raise to my feet but upon seeing the plate that Eddie had haphazardly thrown to the counter I start to feel sick. I rush to the bathroom and throw up.

Hours pass by. I'm sitting on the cold bathroom floor, refusing to move. I've thrown up twice since Eddie left me, once when I realized what he had been doing for most of the day and again after throwing up everything that was in my stomach. He still hasn't called or texted me. I really fucked this up. And I have no clue how I'm going to fix it.

My stomach tightens again as I feel another wave of vomit come up. And that's how I spend the night, laying on the bathroom floor occasionally barfing as I cry over Eddie. I can't believe I've made such a big mistake.

I wake up the next morning feeling drained and exhausted. The events from last night are still fresh in my mind and I can't seem to get myself out of bed. I turn over, a sliver of hope that Eddie came home last night. But all I find is the empty, cold space where he should be. I grab my phone from the nightstand and check for any messages, nothing. A sigh leaves my mouth as I come to the full conclusion that I should maybe leave for a while, this was Eddie's trailer first after all.

I peel myself out of the sheets and trudge to the bathroom. Getting back I search the messy closet we share for my duffel bag, finding it under a mess of dirty clothes and an old amp Eddie keeps saying he'll throw out. I pick out some comfortable jeans and a few t-shirts, stuffing them into the bag and slipping my feet into a pair of sneakers.

After grabbing my phone charger and headphones I grab the keys from the counter and walk outside. A cold gust of wind blows in my face as the seasons change from summer to fall. I plug my headphones in but just as I'm about to put them on I hear a loud boom of music coming from the street entrance of the trailer park.

I look up to see none other than Eddie driving his van, music blasting and flowing through the open windows. He's driving with little regard for anything around him, nearly hitting the neighbor's fence before parking. He shuts the van off and hops out, stumbling slightly. Yeah he's clearly drunk, or at least he was at some point since I last saw him. His face is red and slightly swollen, stains line his face from tears.

He finally looks up to see me standing on the porch of the trailer, staring at him a broken look in my eye still. He slowly and hesitently steps towards me.

"Hey," Eddie reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tic.

"Hi."

The two of us stand there for a few seconds just looking at each other taking in the events of last night. I'm the first to talk.

"I'm gonna stay with Rob for a few days, just so we can kinda, you know," I don't finish the sentence, too scared to make this a reality.

"Don’t. Please," His eyes are softer now, no anger or resentment behind them. Just pure love and adoration, "I need you here. Please stay."

"Eddie," I look down at my feet, now finding the slowly rotting floor boards more interesting, "Look, I wish I could stay with you. I really do, but after last night. After what you said, what I said. I just don't think it's a good idea."

I don't notice how his face drops, a small frown taking place on his lips. He takes a few more steps closer to me, now at the bottom of the porch.

"Please. I don't want to lose you too. Not after all this time. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." His words break my heart all over again, "You coming into my life was the besy thing to ever happen to me. I wouldn't have ever had the courage to really try and finish high school without you."

He speaks he walks up the steps, getting closer to me, enough to finally smell the alcohol on him, "If I could go back in time and not hang out with Chrissy I would, in an instant. But I can't," He's finally reached me. He brings his hands out to hold mine, I look at him. Really look at him for the first time since yesterday. I can see how much he means this, and how much he wants me to say I'll stay.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore Eddie. You lied to me about where you were, and what you were doing. You're still selling even after I told you not to," I scan his face, trying to find something, anything, "And then there's Chrissy-"

"There's nothing going on between me and her, I promise! I really was just catching up with an old friend."

"Then why did you leave?" There it was. The question at the top of my mind ever since he walked out that door, why. If she was just an "old friend" then he shouldn't have felt the need to leave me. To let me cry until I was physically ill.

I pull my hands away from his, missing the warmth of them. I start to head towards my car, needing to be out of here, out of his space, away.

"Wait, please," He turns with me, following, "Babe, I love you with everything I have, and ever will have. You are the only person on this planet for me. You're the only person I can open up to. The only one I can be myself around, I need you."

He's saying all the right things except for one, the one I really need to hear from him. I stop and harshly turn to him, "I know Eddie! I know you love me and need me and all that bullshit but that's not what I asked you! I asked if you want me? If I will be enough for you, if I'm just another girl for you to fuck and pretend to love before you throw me off to the side like trash? So, do. you. want. me?"

My hands are shaking, both from the cold and my anger. I wait for him to answer, wishing he would just say yes so we can go back to normal or no so I can move on and get away from him.

"I- OF COURSE! I want you more than anything!" He runs up to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, shielding them from the cold. "Could you come with me?"

"What?" I’m confused by the sudden change in questions. Where could he possibly want me to go right now?

"Just come with me? I need to- I want to show you something, please," He's begging. Eddie Munson has never begged for anything in his life and yet here he is, practically on his hands and knees for me.

"Fine," I sigh.

His eyes light up, hands falling from my face to interlock with mine. He pulls me to his van, opening the door like he always does. Forever a gentleman. He all but sprints to the driver's side before quickly starting the old van and driving out of the lot he just came into.

We drive to the other side of town, where all the rich kids live. We trun the corner and Eddie looks over to me.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Close your eyes. It's a surprise," A grin has spread across his face, crinkling the sides of his eyes.

I groan lightly before shutting my eyes, wondering what the hell Eddie is up to now. Not long after, we are parking and Eddie's grabbing my hand to lead me wherever we are at.

I giggle a little as he all but pushes me through a doorway, "Eds what are you doing? Where the fuck are we?"

"You'll see, just keep those pretty little eyes closed alright?" He walks me a few more steps before postioning me in place, "Alright, open."

I open my eyes and am momentarily blinded my the bright florescent overheads before noticing we are standing in front of a door.

"Eddie. What the hell is this?" I turn to look at him, his signature shit eating grin plastered on. He holds up his keys, searches for the right one then opens the door in front of us. He leads me inside, looking at my every facial movement.

"This," He gestures to the large empty living room, "is our new apartment. That is if you're not still mad at me?" His face is soft and sweet, waiting for my answer.

"Eddie this is- how did you? I don't understand," I shake my head slightly trying to understand what's going on here, "What do you mean this is our apartment?"

Eddie stands in front of me blocking my view. He reaches for my hands and holds them in his, taking away some of the anxiety I have right now.

"I've been working extra hours at the auto shop down on Main, and selling a little bit too," My face drops, "I know you told me to stop! But I saw this place a while ago, when Wayne was house hunting. And I just knew it was perfect for us."

He squeezes my hands, pulling me to the large windows on the other side of the room, it overlooks Main Street and all the little shops he knows I love, "Every dollar I’ve earned this past year has gone into a down payment on this place. It took a lot of haggling with Ted on my wages but I finally had enough. Then we had our fight last night," He looks down, ashamed at himself for what happened, "When you asked if I wanted you I don't know what happened but I just knew that now was the time to finally pay for it. So I raced down here and payed the guy, because I want nothing more than to have you in my life forever."

As he's talking, I realize I'm crying, I can't help it, I feel so much joy and pain all at once. Eddie's hands grip tighter, keeping me from falling to the floor, "If you don't want this just tell me, give me the word and I won't bother you again," He places his finger below my chin to make me look at him, his eyes are rimmed with tears just like mine are, "But before you do just let me tell you what I did last night was stupid and I promise I will never do that again. I love you with everything I have and I always will. But if I hurt you too much just tell me and I'll back off."

I can't think straight when he looks at me like that, his big brown doe eyes staring at me with all the love a person could ever hold. I look around the apartment one last time, out the big window to our right, and finally back at Eddie.

"Alright."

"What? Alright? Like you'll live here with me?!" His smile has returned, eyes finally letting the tears fall.

"Yes, Eddie. I'll move in here with you," He picks me up off my feet in a giant bear hug, spinning us in place as he yells in excitement, "On one condition."

He puts me down, hands still around my waist, not letting me move any further away, "Anything. Just name it."

"No more selling. You focus on school and I'll focus on the bills."

"Baby I can't-"

"This won't be for forever Eds. Just until you graduate then we can both pay the bills, just please promise me that?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiles and pulls me into a searing kiss. One that feels like we haven't kissed in years, and won't ever get the chance again. The kiss makes me weak in the knees and I can feel the wetness growing in my pants.

Eddie groans into the kiss before pulling away, "I gotta stop kissing you or else we'll be ruining this place before we even move in."

"And what's so bad about that? It seems like it needs a good cristining don't you?"

"Babe," Eddie's eyes grow wide and look to the side of us, where the floor length windows stand, uncovered, "We can't. What if people see us?"

I walk over to the window and look out onto the street. It's a quiet day, only a few people walking around. "So what? They'd all get to know that you're mine and I'm yours. Forever."

I can feel Eddie's chest on my back as he presses against me, his boner growing slowly, "My naughty girl," His hands go to my hips but before they can travel anywhere I turn around and pin them to his sides.

"That's ma'am to you. Got it?" I don't know where this confidence came from but I’m enjoying it. And so is Eddie, he nods his head vigirously, "Sorry I can't hear you."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's my god boy," Eddie's eyes close at the nickname, his body shivering, "You like that don't you? You like being called my good boy?"

"Mhmm. Yes ma'am."

I stand on my tiptoes to reach Eddie's ear and whisper, "Then get on your knees and show me just how good of a boy you are."

Before I can even blink Eddie is on his knees in front of me, unbuckling my jeans and pulling them down to my ankles. The sight of the wet patch on my panties has me in pieces, slowly losing all composure.

He looks up to me as he hooks his fingers into the waistline of my underwear, "May I?" I nod and he pulls them down, the slick from me making them stick to my folds. He groans and starts kissing up my thighs, towards the place I need him most. His kisses are featherlight, slowly making me dizzy, I wish he would go faster.

"Eddie," I sigh as he finally plants a kiss to my clit, so soft it's almost missed. Once he gets a taste of me he dives right in, licking a stripe up my folds to collect the juices. He moans at the taste, licking me like a dog starved.

I unravel above him, my knees becoming weak and numb. The way he eats me out is heavenly and I’ve never wanted a thing to stop less than right now. Moans and sighs are falling past my lips with each lick and suck of Eddie's mouth. I begin to feel that wonderfully familiar knot tightening and begin tightening around Eddie's tongue. He feels it and moves his ministrations up to my clit and shoves two fingers into my entrance.

"Fuck!" I keel over on top of Eddie, one hand braced on his head and the other on his shoulder, "Just like that. I'm so close Ed." Eddie picks up speed and bends his fingers to reach that spongey spot inside with every thrust of his fingers.

"Come on baby. Cum for me, let me taste you. I missed the way you taste so much. Please come for me, please."

His words send me over the edge, white lights blinding me as the string finally snaps and I’m cumming all over Eddie's face and fingers. He doesn't stop his movements, he pulls me through my orgasm, spewing words of affection and love the entire time. Once he notices that I’m starting to slow down he releases his mouth from me and removes his fingers, eliciting a whine from my lips.

"Thank you, thank you so much," Eddie slowly stands, holding me as my leg strength still haven't come back.

"That's my good boy," I pull him in for a kiss, tasting myself on him. He pushes into me making his erection rub against my exposed thigh. His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling.

"Can I fuck you now?" His eyes are pleading and full of lust.

"Take me home first, Eddie," I look into his eyes and feel nothing but love for this man. The way he treats me with so must love and attention makes me want ot hold on nad never let go, no matter what happens to us.

"We are home sweetheart. This is home now."

"I know. I just love the sound of it," I pull Eddie in for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle. Nothing like the ones from before, only love and adderation fills this, as I try to show him how much I feel for him.

I’m so caught up in the kiss that I don't even notice Eddie dip down quickly and place his hands on my thighs, but before I can question he lifts me up. I instinctivly wrap my legs around his hips and circle his neck with my arms.

"Eddie!" I squeal from my upward position.

"What? I wanna take you to the bedroom, it's got a walk-in closet," He smirks at that last little detail before walking down the hall toward the rest of the apartment.

Eddie Taglist: @ali-r3n @dixontardis

#eddie stranger things #munson #eddie munson #eddie my love #eddie my beloved #female reader #oneshot #smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #eddie x reader

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comfort-questing · 5 months ago

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"just let yourself be sick so you can get better"

for @whumperless-whump-event day 14, the continued adventures of Kaveh and Alhaitham following their recent scare...

Alhaitham wasn't sure whether to be reassured or unsettled by the urgent, quiet efficiency of the Bimarstan nurses - but in under a quarter of an hour Kaveh was tucked into a cot in a small, curtained side room, a needle and tube set in the crook of his elbow for fluids and an Anemo-infused mask for him to breathe into, pillows propping him up to ease his coughing. the blue-gray tinge of his lips was starting to brighten up again to something more natural, and the desperate look in his eyes fading.

this was not a familiar place for him, waiting at a sickbed. he wished he'd brought something to read, or something to do, so as not to be watching so intently the shuddery rise and fall of Kaveh's breathing. but at the same time he knew he wouldn't have been able to look away.

anyway, Kaveh needed him. Kaveh couldn't get words out between his coughs when the doctor arrived, but only nodded to Alhaitham, and that was enough. no known exposures - no recent travel - five days of gradually worsening symptoms - putting it into simple straightforward words seemed to make it all more distant, less frightening. still, the doctor's face was grave when he finished examining Kaveh, and he gently replaced the Anemo mask before turning back to Alhaitham.

"I want to keep him overnight here at least, and probably until tomorrow night. I'm fairly sure this is from this year's influenza variant. it shouldn't be serious for someone his age and condition, but he's obviously not been taking good care of himself."

if Kaveh heard that, he gave no sign of it, eyelids closed in shadowed hollows as he struggled for breath through parted lips. Alhaitham nodded.

"he usually doesn't."

the doctor's mouth quirked at one side, ever so slightly. "fluids, getting some air properly into his lungs, and rest above all, and he should be improving soon. I'll check back in the morning, and the nurses will be in easy call if anything changes with him before then."

they were alone after that, the two of them - Alhaitham rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes, listening to Kaveh's ragged breaths and the footsteps of nurses passing back and forth in the hallway, and the brush of window-curtains in the draft. he had sharpened the controls on his earphones, not wanting to miss anything, even if the thousand small sounds itched at him. he watched his roommate's flushed face relax into half-drowse and then finally real sleep at last, bright head slipping sideways at a slight angle onto the pillows.

he fell asleep himself at some point in the night, though he'd not wanted to. but he knew there was no sense in exhausting himself further and catching whatever Kaveh had no doubt been spreading to him for days now. one of the nurses had brought him a dense-woven linen mask to wear, and its weight over his face was an obscurely comforting touch.

daylight woke them both, and brought a nurse to Kaveh's bedclothes and help him sit up on the edge of the cot. Kaveh was awake enough to protest further indignities and, with the nurse's help, make his unsteady way to the washroom and back, though the effort set him coughing again.

"ah - blast - how much longer - " Kaveh got out, between wheezes, glaring at the Anemo mask that the nurse held waiting next to him.

"the doctor said probably until tonight," Alhaitham said, stretching his stiff shoulders out. the chair hadn't been kind to his muscles and bones. "you didn't rest early on, and just like I said, that's made everything worse."

"I can't. I have - so much - to do - " Kaveh swiped a hand across his mouth, blood and phlegm trailing it. "there are people depending - on me."

"well, they're going to have to wait, just like they'd have to wait if anyone else got flu pneumonia in the middle of a project." Alhaitham took the Anemo mask from the nurse, its surface chilly and pale green-tinted beneath his fingers, and directed it towards Kaveh's open mouth; his roommate blinked, but didn't flinch as it settled onto his face again. "breathe, you impossible numbskull. let yourself be sick so you can get better."

the nurse side-eyed Alhaitham a little, but nodded appreciatively as she made her way towards the door.

"I - I can't," said Kaveh, muffled beneath the mask, "I need - to tell - " then fell silent, chest heaving, tears starting to gather in the corners of his eyes.

"we'll tell everyone who needs to know," Alhaitham said, as patiently as he could. he took a seat on the edge of the cot - anything was an improvement over the chair by that point - and helped Kaveh sit up further against the pillows. the bones of his shoulders were starkly present beneath the skin. (all the more reason to believe his suspicion, that Mehrak did most of the claymore lifting on a daily basis.) "now rest, or I'm going to ask the doctor for sedatives for your own safety."

"you're - incorrigible," sighed Kaveh, and leaned his head onto Alhaitham's arm, next to him. "fine. but - get Mehrak from - the house, so I can - "

"only if I receive permission from the doctor when he comes in. perhaps you should ask him about it."

Kaveh glared at him, till another fit of coughing interrupted; his skin was fever-hot even through Alhaitham's sleeve.

"oh - all right," he said, hoarsely, and leaned back on the pillows, closing his eyes again at last.

and Alhaitham stayed next to him, though his arm was starting to go pins-and-needles at that angle in the pillows - partly to give his back a rest from the chair, and partly because it seemed best not to interfere with a situation of truce, however temporary.

#whump #genshin whump #hurt comfort #sickfic #whumperless whump event day 14 #have you ever tried to get an architect to rest? this crow has. it isn't easy

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orangeinecstasy · 1 year ago

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park: pool party, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ eli hewson

✧: part one

paring: eli x fem!oc

summary: surprise date with eli

a/n: a little follow-up blurb for eli's birthday!!

wc: 1.02k

*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

The music gently plays through my headphones, one of my hands twirling my pencil as I look down at my textbook. My head feels dizzy with knowledge, causing me to look out the cafe window. The leaves were finally starting to change color, beautiful reds and oranges littering their crowns.

My phone gently vibrated on the cafe table's wooden surface. A little break would be alright. I pushed the headphones off my head, allowing them to rest around my neck before flipping over my phone. A sense of relief wafted over my body as I saw a text from Eli appear on my screen. It had been a couple of months since the two of us had finally confessed and started dating, and honestly, it had been the best months of my life. But, because of my busy University schedule and his touring, we hadn't been able to see each super often.

I slipped my pen into my textbook as I swiped the message open.

How's the studying going?

I quickly responded; It's fucking brutal. If I read another thing about dead white guys, I might burst into tears

I'm sorry, love. Hang in there. I believe in you xx

I smiled down at my phone. Even though such a simple encouragement came from him, it meant the world. I decided not to put my headphones back on and just enjoy the sound of the cafe around me; people chatting, the rustling of the baristas behind the counter, and the soft chime of a bell that went off every time someone entered the cafe.

The faint clicking of boots was added to the noise but soon stopped as they reached the other side of my small table. "Is this seat taken?" they said. I glanced up, but only for a second. "No, you're all good." I looked up again, trying to seem somewhat friendly, and that's when I realized it was my wonderful boyfriend. "Elijah!" I practically tackle him into a hug, his familiar smokey wooden scent filling my lungs. His arms wrapped tightly around me a smile spread across his lips.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be back until next week," I say, arms still wrapped around him, trying to convince myself that I wasn't in a dream.

He brushes some of my hair back, his smile widening, "Well... I might have lied so that I could surprise you. So surprise!"

"You are so fucking cute," I kiss him gently, a feeling of pressure being released in my body after not being able to be with him for so long.

He hums happily as I pull away, "Why don't you take a study break so we can have some fun?"

"That sounds grand!"

By the time I was shoving all my things into my bag, everyone in the cafe had their eyes on the two of us. A group of girls about my age, maybe younger whispering to each other with wide eyes. Honestly, they could stare all they wanted. I was just happy to be back with my boy.

"Here, let me take that," Eli said, taking my backpack from my hands and slipping it over one of his shoulders. "Such a gentleman," I kiss his cheek, my arm lacing around his as we walk out of the cafe. "So where are we going exactly?" My fingers laced between his, the cold metal of his rings pressing into my skin. "It's a surprise," he said with a cheeky smile. Laughing, I roll my eyes slightly. "You are your surprises."

Once the two of us reached Eli's car, he threw my stuff into the back, and we got in and drove to the undisclosed location. The windows were rolled down, allowing the cold fall air to whip my hair around and prickle my skin. Music was blasting, the two of us singing along at the top of our lungs. Eli always looked the most beautiful when he was like this; happy, cheeks turned pink from the cold air, eyes shining like they held the universe.

After driving for a little while, we finally reached a small park. It was dotted with people laid out on blankets or couples walking dogs together as they talked, their words forming clouds in front of them. Large trees were placed randomly, piles of leaves close by as they started to shed them as the colder months crept closer. The two of us exited the car, Eli's arm finding its natural place around my waist. "Do you remember this place? We used to come here all the time when we were kids." I nod, looking up at him and smiling. "Yeah! Ugh, we used to have so much fun." I take his hand into my own, our arms swinging as we walk down one of the various paths.

"I bet I can beat you to that tree," I say, pointing to a big oak tree a few meters away. He cocked his eyebrow, laughing, "Oh really?" he nudged my arm. "Yep! Okay, ready? Go!" I say in one big breath, my hand breaking away from his as I start to run. "You little-!" He yells out, chasing after me. Before I could reach the tree, Eli's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back and causing us to fall into a pile of leaves.

The two of us couldn't control our laughter. Laughing until we almost started crying. Once we settled, I shifted to get a better view of Eli. Leaves of red and yellow surrounded him, his cheeks still slightly flushed from the cold. I couldn't help but feel so in love at that moment. I moved some hair out of his face, allowing his shining eyes to become clearer.

"I love you," I smiled, my hand cupping his cold cheek. "I love you more," He leaned into my touch, eyes never wavering from mine. "I love you most," He chuckled gently, rolling his eyes before pulling me closer. "Oh shut up," He said before the two of us melted into the most perfect kiss.

We were drunk with love in a pile of leaves like nothing else mattered.

#eli hewson #elijah hewson #bobby skeetz #inhaler band #inhaler dublin #josh jenkinson #robert keating #inhaler #inhaler dublin x reader #inhaler oneshot #ryan mcmahon

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simp-for-elsa · 2 years ago

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Kiss Kiss - Chapter 1

Summary: You're having a blast of a New Year's Eve party when your best friend… kisses you?

WC: 1.1k

"Elsa! Come on, we're going to be late!" You called down the hall to your roommate.

"I know, I know, I'm coming." She called back.

"Good! Now let's go!"

Elsa came running from the back of the hall, her makeup looking marvelous as ever.

"You know, one of these days, you have to teach me how you do your makeup." You told her as the two of you walked down the stairs to your matching motorcycles.

"You look pretty without makeup, though. You are beautiful just the way you are." There she went again, calling you beautiful.

"You've got to stop saying that. You don't know what it does to me." You told her for the thousandth time.

She merely smiled at you. "But it's true." She said before hopping on her bike, throwing her helmet on, and racing away towards the party.

You shook your head, put your helmet on and raced after her.

You both had electric motorcycles, and you never needed to charge them. No, the battery didn't last forever. You just had your magic to give it the energy it needed.

Yes. You had lightning magic. Elsa, with her ice magic, was your best friend. And she was the only one who knew.

The only one who knew about your magic, about the real you. Not the princess you once had been.

But everything was about to change. Everyone at the party you were going to would surely know afterwards.

You and Elsa had promised to take care of the fireworks for the big event. But no one knew that it would be the two of you using your magic.

It had been discovered you could do it by accident. You were just having fun baking an ice cream cake. You were using your magic to bake the cake part, while Elsa used her magic to freeze the ice cream.

Then Elsa decided it would be funny to shoot ice at you. But you had faster reflexes than her. You shot lightning at the ice, and it exploded in a cloud of blue and yellow light.

You had both been very surprised. Yet you were curious if you could make it do other colors. So the two of you tried again and again, forgetting all about the cake.

It turned out that you could make it happen with all sorts of colors. It was a fascinating discovery.

You arrived just before Elsa did, knowing of a shortcut to the party.

"Aha! I beat you here!" You said, smiling triumphantly.

She smiled, shooting a small piece of ice at you.

"Hey! What was that for?" You said, sounding offended.

"Winning." She whispered. Then she disappeared through a crowd of people.

"Elsa, wait!" You shouted after her, but your voice was drowned out by the crowd. "Where on earth are you going?" You whispered under your breath, following the top of the blonde's head with your eyes as she went through the crowd.

You followed, keeping within sight of Elsa's tall blonde figure. When she approached some steps, you boosted yourself with your magic, making you slightly faster.

You caught up with her, grabbing her arm as you did.

She turned to you. "What?" She looked annoyed.

"You can't just run off on me! You scared the living hell out of me, the way you just slipped away like that." You sat on the steps, dragging her down with you.

"Why can't I? You do it all the time." She pointed out.

"That's because I know I'm not going to get hurt! Hell, who knows who you could have run into? What if you ran into that jerk who used to bully us?"

She went still. "I- I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry." Then she smiled. "Besides, I'm safe now, aren't I?"

You looked her in the eyes. "Yes. But that's because I'm here with you, silly."

She beamed at you. "Then I'm glad I have you."

"Come on, we best get up there. We don't want to be late and not have fireworks." You gestured to the roof.

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea."

The two of you climbed the steps to the doors, where inside was like a bustling cafeteria.

You made your way to the elevators, and stepped inside one. It rose to the top of the building after you pressed the top floor.

The two of you stepped out of the elevator, and were amazed at the view.

You could see all of New York from where you stood.

But enough of that. The time left in the year was dwindling down into mere minutes.

There were tons of people up on the roof, no doubt curious about the view. A few looked over as the two of you made your way to the edge.

No matter how many times you told yourself to get over it, you couldn't stop imagining what it was like to fly, out there above the city. The two of you sat at the edge, hanging your legs over the side.

Elsa grabbed your hand and lifted it above your heads. You knew what she was doing. So, every minute until midnight, the two of you created one of those fireworks.

But then the minutes dwindled into seconds…

And at last it was midnight

As the two of you shot a large icy firework up, meant for the dawning of the new year, into the sky, Elsa grabbed your hand and pulled you into her.

You knew Elsa knew everyone would be distracted by the fireworks.

So that's when she… kissed you. She was soft and sweet. Then she pulled away, leaving you with a dazzled and confused expression.

She smiled at you, and it was all you could do to smile back.

"What- I-" you trailed off.

"Don't hate me for that. I had no one else to do that with." She smiled sheepishly.

"Do what with?"

"You seriously don't know?"

"Nope." You replied, completely clueless.

She sighed. "It's when someone kisses another to bring the chance of a relationship with the new year, if that makes any sense whatsoever."

"So you're looking for love, eh?" You asked smugly.

She nodded, smiling sheepishly again.

"Awe, look at my bestie. Looking for love."

She glared at you. "Shut it, okay. I'm done with your teasing."

"But you look so cute when you're mad." You joked, lifting where your hands were still clasped together up and shooting another firework.

You did this for hours, talking like nothing had happened.

But something very much did happen.

On the outside, you were calm and laughing it off. But on the inside, you were flustered and embarrassed and curious.

You just couldn't figure your roommate out. You hadn't been able to since she moved in with you in the first place.

#elsa x fem!reader #elsa x reader #elsa frozen #fanfiction

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