#haha whoops [vomits this on you]

[chaotomatic]

Ok well for one. Youre making be out to be anti semetic, which im not, lmao. I never made any anti semetic statements in my post. You’re using that because you are angry. I am angry too. I get it.

Two, i have seen several of Israelis (as in people in Israel) cheering on the mass killings of Palestinians. I have seen no such thing from Palestine. I have seen videos of Israeli leaders calling Palestinians animals who must be wiped out. I have seen no such thing from Palestine. Id actually appreciate you sending me sources if you’re up for it.

Three, you took the dog thing too far. In don’t even understand the point you’re trying to make to counteract my argument. I am not denying that Hamas is bad. Like. Yeah. Duh. But half the claims I’ve heard about Hamas (such as the dead babies thing) were proven to be incorrect. So I find it hard to believe in anything people are saying about Hamas because i genuinely have not seen anything that they have done.

I have seen videos of blown up Palestinian kids, i know thats real. I have seen genuinely scared Israeli citizens, I know that’s real. I have seen nothing regarding Hamas. There’s so much misinformation and propaganda in the news its hard to tell the difference between fear mongering and fact. Thats not to say i think Hamas is entirely made up, but i have genuinely no trust in what I’ve heard about some of Hamas’ actions and if they’re true because things have been proven to be wrong.

I am deeply against the needless, senseless, and cruel treatment of human beings. Duh. I have a soul. But for you to say “civilian casualties” like its just like. 50 people who were caught in the cross fire is disgusting. There are thousands of confirmed deaths. There are confirmed VIDEO EVIDENCE that i’ve seen of Israel purposefully targeting civilian buildings such as apartments, hospitals, ambulances, and refugee camps. Israel has complete control of gaza and has had that for 70 years.

Israel was formed when a bunch of people fled to the middle east and decided that only they could settle there. Never mind the people who already lived there. They smooshed all the remaining Palestinians they could into the gaza strip and have kept intense militaristic control over it ever since. And because of this, millions of people are without food, water, shelter, power, or families. Entire bloodlines have been wiped out the last few weeks. Gaza citizens cant leave gaza, so they cant even run away.

Idk about you but that sounds needless, senseless, and cruel. It is horrific.

I know there are Israeli citizens who are scared right now. I know many of them are being put in harms way because of this war, and I empathize for those people and I Hope they’re able to get out safely. But if the body count of israel is several times higher than Hamas’ is. The war crime count is several times higher than Hamas’ is.

Your posts come off as ignorant and misinformed. You lack critical thinking skills. Take history lesson or 10 and come back to me with some sources that will probably scar me for life and then we can talk again.

What I say:

What I mean:

[forest-hashira]

Noble Blood - Chapter Five

...hey everyone! i know i said i was taking a break from this fic, and it really felt like i did! i know it's only been about a week since the last update, but it feels like longer than that to me, haha. i didn't touch the fic itself at all for a few days and focused on working out a few worldbuilding things instead (tysm for your help leigh!!!). and then i sat down and wrote this whole thing in like two sittings. also, in case anyone was wondering, this is what i had initially hoped to get to in chapter three. whoops. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

fic masterlist here | read on ao3 here | wc: ~3.2k | cw: gn reader, new characters afoot, minor injuries (sort of a concussion, ig?), brief instance of vomiting

It wasn’t long after Satoru had told your group of friends about Kenji that other people in the settlement started finding out. Not that it was difficult, since now the little dragon had taken to riding on top of Satoru’s head and messing up his hair – which Satoru lamented about constantly, and insisted was intentional – when they were out and about in the settlement. After word had spread to virtually everyone who lived in the settlement, Satoru was allowed a bit more freedom to come and go from the Gojo estate, though his lessons with his tutors and his training sessions with Yaga still took up much of his time.

Despite all of your friends’ best efforts to make nice with Kenji, he seemed totally uninterested in anyone that wasn’t you or Satoru, and, on occasion, Kokoro, because she was prone to sneaking him cookies from the bakery. The seeming indifference from the dragon didn’t seem to particularly upset anyone in the group, but Satoru saw it as something to brag about, even if somewhat jokingly, saying things like, “You’re just not cool enough for him I guess,” and “He’d pay more attention to you if you were more fun,” always with a giant, mischievous grin on his face. 

It had absolutely devastated him one day when Kento had replied with “Maybe he knows you need a taste of your own medicine.” Satoru had refused to speak to Kento for a full three days until he apologized. 

This new normal – stepping back into the old dynamic of the group, but now with a playful dragon in the mix – settled in quickly, and for that you were grateful. The seven of you spending time together playing games and causing trouble in between lessons and training became a daily routine again. Before you knew it, days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, until almost a year had come and gone, the passage of time only marked by birthdays and the changing of the seasons. One by one, you each turned a year older; by the time the New Year’s festival was coming up again, Satoru was nine, you, Shoko, and Utahime, were eight, Kento was seven, and Kokoro was five. 

The festival went as the last few had: fireworks, cookies in the shapes of the moon phases and stars, and you, Shoko, Utahime, and Satoru spending an almost absurd amount of time with the ring toss game. This year, the prize you all had your eye on was an expertly crafted stuffed animal that resembled a bear – at least, you all assumed it was supposed to be a bear – to give to Kokoro. 

“Yaga-sensei makes stuffed animals like that in his spare time,” Satoru explained, when Utahime asked where the toy had come from. 

“Are you sure he actually knows what a bear looks like?” Shoko asked, tossing one of her rings and sighing when it bounced off the peg she had aimed for. “Because even I know that they’re not generally…purple.”

You laughed at that, not even caring that it caused you to miss your mark, too; Satoru had the money to pay for all four of you to play all night, if that’s what it took for you to win the prize. 

“Well I think purple is a fun color,” you replied, trying and failing to bite back a grin at the exasperated look you got from Shoko, though she said nothing else as she got another set of rings to throw.

By the time you’d won the stuffed animal – Utahime had outscored all of you, which had earned her praise from you and Shoko, and also meant she’d won her bet against Satoru, so he had to buy her any snack she wanted from the whole festival – the fireworks show was about to start, which meant you all had to race to the booth the Nanami family had been selling desserts out of so you could collect your other two friends, and present Kokoro with the prize that had been won for her.

Just like Satoru’s eighth birthday, all of you snuck off to the peach orchard and climbed up to the observation deck to watch the show. Utahime and Shoko sat huddled together, sharing the taiyaki pastries Utahime had made Satoru buy her; Kento and Kokoro stood closer to the railing, the little girl clutching the “bear” in a death grip; you and Satoru laid on your backs near the center of the platform, looking up at the fireworks without having to strain your necks, a mostly empty bag of konpeito lying forgotten between you. As always, the display included the moon in various phases, snowflakes being overtaken by flowers, all interspersed with bright flashes of red, gold, and white. 

Kenji, now too big to be satisfied with staying bundled into his rider’s clothes, laid curled up with his head on your shoulder, apparently content to sleep through the whole show, despite how loud it was. 

All in all, you felt good. You were happy, and everything had finally stabilized again, after Satoru unexpectedly bonded with Kenji over a year before. Besides that, you knew it wouldn’t be that much longer before you and the rest of your friend group all had dragons of your own, and the idea excited you. 

It had barely been a week since the new year’s festival when you felt something change in the air of the settlement. You weren’t entirely sure what it was at first, but you quickly learned that there was apparently another boy that had bonded with a single color dragon before the age of ten, much like Satoru had a year before. There was talk around the settlement for days, rumors spoken in hushed tones when the adults thought the children couldn’t hear, but it was impossible to miss all the murmurings.

“He’s from a little village hours from here.”

“He’s not even part of a clan.”

“I heard the Gojos bought him and are bringing him here to hold him captive.”

“They can’t take the risk of him growing strong enough to challenge the heir, they have to keep him on a tight leash.”

“You don’t think they’d bring him here just to kill him, do you?”

“It depends how much of a threat he poses, I guess.”

With such dark statements being thrown around so casually – even if only in hushed whispers – you couldn’t help but grow curious about the reality of the situation. 

“Do you really think they bought him?” you asked your friends one day. You were dying to ask Satoru himself, since he would know for sure if his clan had bought the boy who’d bonded with a solid color dragon, but you hadn’t seen much of him lately.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Shoko sighed, rolling her eyes at you. “Why would they buy him? They have enough power just to take him if they really want to.”

Her words made your eyes widen with horror.

“Shoko,” Kento scolded her, a frown pinching his features together harshly. “Don’t say things like that, you’re scaring them!”

“But it’s true!” she insisted, only backing down and grumbling to herself about not wanting to lie when Utahime nudged her with her elbow.

Your curiosity only grew after that.

It was just a couple of days later when there was a flurry of excitement near the docks, and you rushed to see what all the fuss was about. You had to shove and weave your way between people’s legs in order to get a good look, but eventually you found yourself standing practically at the front of the crowd. You reached the spot just in time to see a boy about your age stumble off of a boat – obviously one of the finer sailing ships, owned by the Gojo clan – looking a bit green in the face; he’d probably been seasick on the journey. At first, you didn’t notice his dragon draped around his shoulders like a pelt because it so closely matched the color of his hair. When it lifted its head from his shoulder, though, you almost gasped, eyes wide as you stared. It looked so much like Satoru’s dragon it was almost uncanny, though this one was as dark as Satoru’s was light.

The boy glanced around as he was urged forward, clearly unsettled by the number of people gathered to gawk at him, as if he were some sort of novelty. His eyes paused for a moment as they met yours, and even with as fascinated as you were by his arrival, you managed to smile at him and give him a small wave. The gesture seemed to fluster him, and he lifted his hand slightly to return the wave before he was hurried off, one of the men escorting him scolding all the onlookers and telling them to go home.

You scampered off before you could get caught and further chastised, but your curiosity was far from sated. He had only just arrived, and already you wanted to see this boy again, and to learn as much about him as you could. That wasn’t so bad, was it?

Apparently it was bad.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t see him!” you complained to Shoko, after being turned away from the Gojo estate once again. “He’s our age, just like Satoru is. I just wanna say hi.”

“Maybe it’s because we don’t have our dragons yet,” she suggested.

You wrinkled your nose. “Why would that matter?”

“Because it means we’re not grown up enough, or something. I don’t know.” She kicked a pebble a foot or so down the path as you walked together.

“Just because he has his dragon now doesn’t mean Satoru’s grown up,” you grumbled, kicking the pebble a little further down the path after you reached it.

The brunette hummed in agreement with your comment, but neither of you said anything else; even if Shoko wouldn’t say the words out loud, you knew she missed Satoru just like you did.

The two of you continued walking together in silence, taking turns kicking the little pebble as you went, only separating when you were called home by your respective parents. You waved goodbye to Shoko as she walked over to her mother, and as you turned and made your way back to your own parents, you felt less frustrated than you had when you’d first been turned away from the Gojo estate, because you had already made up your mind; you were going to get in to see those boys whether the Gojo clan wanted you to or not.

You crept through your house as quietly as you could, taking great care to avoid the floorboards you knew would creak if you stepped on them as you made your way to the front door. Thankfully your father, as usual, had failed to lock it before turning in for the night, and you held your breath as you pulled it open, praying the hinges wouldn’t squeak and alert your parents to your escape.

Miraculously, they made no sound as you opened it just enough to slip through, closing it behind you just as silently. A smile crossed your face then, realizing that the first part of your plan had gone off without a hitch. You managed to stifle a shout of excitement, knowing that would only result in you getting caught, and instead turned away from the door, racing up the road and towards the Gojo estate.

As you drew closer to the estate, you slowed your movements, not wanting to give yourself away because you tripped over your own feet or a loose stone in the path. You tucked yourself a little further into the shadows, eyes locked on the guard by the front gates as you moved around to the side. Once you were sure you were out of his line of sight, you darted to walk against the wall itself, steps slow and careful; if you miscalculated your spot along the outside of the estate, you’d be in a world of trouble.

Just as you began to question your memory, you heard a familiar voice just up ahead, on the other side of the wall, and it brought a smile to your face.

“Kenji, your feet are cold, stop putting them on my neck!” Satoru’s whining eased the hurt of not being able to see him much anymore, and it also confirmed that you were exactly where you’d planned to end up.

Taking a step away from the wall, you turned to look at it, trying to find the best possible hand- and footholds on its regal yet weathered surface. It only took a moment to find them, and you immediately began to scale your way up, reaching the top in a lot less time than you had expected, and before you knew it your head was peeking over the top of the wall.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Satoru noticed you, as wretchedly observant as he was, and you thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He called your name incredulously, stepping off of his engawa and approaching the wall as if to confirm what he was seeing. “Is that really you?”

“Hi, Toru!” you replied, somehow managing to keep from shouting, a grin plastered across your face as you pulled yourself further up.

“How the hell did you get up there?” the white haired boy asked, though he was smiling now, too; he could tell you were up to some sort of mischief, and he was more than willing to be a part of it.

“I climbed,” you said bluntly, more focused on swinging one of your legs over the top of the wall so you could begin your descent. It was then that you noticed another figure, still seated on the engawa off to Satoru’s left, dark hair pulled back while an equally dark dragon curled around his shoulders, its yellow eyes glowing like fireflies in the dark. It occurred to you then that this was the boy you’d seen at the docks; the one that had been brought to the settlement to train alongside Satoru. 

Excitement outweighed your rational thoughts then, and a beaming grin broke out across your face once again. “Hi!” you called to the boy, releasing the wall with one hand to wave at him excitedly. “I’m—”

Your introduction was cut short when you lost your balance, and you barely had time to register what was happening before you were hitting the ground, a rather undignified squawking sound escaping you just before you made impact with the dirt; you were vaguely aware of your head hitting the ground a little harder than the rest of your body, but not aware enough to realize it could be bad.

“Oh my god!” an unfamiliar voice shouted, obviously worried. The owner of the voice hurried over, and when you opened your eyes you saw two faces hovering above your own. “Are you okay? That looked like it hurt.” You realized the once-unfamiliar voice belonged to the boy from the docks, and it brought a small smile to your lips.

“It did hurt,” you answered after a moment, planting your hands on the ground beside you and pushing yourself to sit up. The sudden movement sent your vision spinning, and you felt yourself beginning to slump over before Satoru caught you.

“I can’t believe you fell like an idiot,” he said, though you thought you detected a hint of worry in his voice, as well, as he let you lean into him while he held you upright.

“Satoru-san!” the dark haired boy said, sounding scandalized that he would speak to you that way.

“What?” Satoru demanded, scowling at the other boy. “And I already told you not to be so formal when you talk to me, Suguru. It’s weird.”

Suguru. You turned the name over in your mind a few times, and you decided you liked it.

Suguru scowled back at Satoru for a moment, though his attention quickly drifted down to you again, worry furrowing his brow. “Should we take them to see someone?” he asked after a moment. “They hit the ground pretty hard, what if they’re hurt?”

You intended to tell the boys that you were fine, that it was no big deal and there was no need to worry, but as soon as you pulled yourself away from Satoru and tried to stand on your own, you doubled over again and promptly threw up your dinner, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision began to swim.

Satoru swore from somewhere off to your left, and he quickly but gently pulled you away from the mess you’d made on the ground, making sure you wouldn’t collapse into it. 

“Yeah, we need to get someone,” he said, finally agreeing with Suguru. “Can you move?” he asked, looking down at you with a worried expression.

You stared up at him for a few long moments, trying to decide if he would believe you if you lied, but the harder you thought about it, the more your head started to throb. “...I don’t know,” you eventually said, words coming out a bit wobbly. “Definitely can’t walk.”

“I can carry you,” Suguru offered, and you whipped your head around to look at him so fast you thought you might be sick again.

The white haired boy seemed hesitant at first, but he also didn’t seem to want to waste time arguing about it. “Are you sure?”

Suguru nodded. “I don’t know my way around the house, it will be easier for me to carry them and follow you.”

Your friend looked down at you again, his features pinched together in a way you couldn’t recall ever seeing before, and it made you frown back up at him slightly. 

“Okay,” Satoru agreed after a moment. “Okay, yeah, you’re right.”

As carefully as two nine year old boys could manage, Satoru helped Suguru gather you in his arms and lift you from the ground. Though you knew they were trying their best, you couldn’t help the small sounds that would escape you when you would get jostled a bit too hard, your head spinning so bad it made you feel nauseous. 

Once Suguru had you secure in his arms and was on his feet, Satoru led the way into the house, navigating the halls with ease as he sought out the healer that spent most nights at the estate. 

The movement was too much for you, your vision swimming with every step, your stomach doing flips with every turn, and you had to shut your eyes. 

“I really think you should stay awake,” Suguru told you quietly, worry clear in his voice.

“Not falling asleep,” you insisted. “My eyes hurt an’ I feel dizzy, that’s all.”

You received no further argument or pushback, which you appreciated. Despite your promise that you weren’t falling asleep, though, it wasn’t long before the sounds of the boys searching for someone to look you over faded from your awareness and you slipped from the waking world.

didn't wanna say this before the chapter, but i figured there was no better time to post suguru's entrance than on his birthday! so happy birthday to our boy 💜

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[daydreaming-jessi]

Haha whoops. Don’t you just hate it when you’re exhausted from taking care of your vomiting cultists, you have vomit on you, and suddenly you’re sitting with your former god and you just get the most overwhelming desire to kiss him so your sleep addled brain does?

Part two

Bonus alternative panel to the first one :D

[subskz]

Rin.... Rin, I crave violence

I saw these and your girl got the most heinous thoughts bouncing around in the head.

SO

Cabin, Snow, There's Only One Bed, Accidental Confession, & Sex. Are you following?

I hope so.

~~~

Picture it: You, Channie, and Co. have decided to stay at a cabin in the woods for a couple of days in winter (see Channie's outfit up above) and as everyone else goes off to have fun in the snow, (I've grown to dislike the snow after having multiple snow days back to back bc I don't get snow often; Ms. Pink was nawt having it) you two decide to hang back

So you two kinda just shrug it off and try to stay preoccupied while by yourselves

And maybe that involves a game or two here and there, music stuff, cooking and things don't get heated until you two make a bet that you, just so happen to, win.

That bet? The other has to do whatever the other says until the others get back.

And you can't help but notice how eager he is to follow your directions and orders; or how he starts to act cuter around you and pouty when feeling a skosh playful.

So maybe you ask for a kiss to gauge his reaction; ofc Channie is malfunctioning so you're all like "jk jk im totally not-" then BOOM! A big ole smooch is what you get.

And then, he's like "omg oh god im so sorry" then you kiss him and he can't help but moan at it (perv Channie?... oh that's something i will be back abt, mark that down)

N e ways, let's talk abt sex now

Chan and his babyboy-isms seem to just increase tenfold; pouty, whiney, all flushed, wanting physical contact, oral fixation all on 10.

And, him being a service top, he is so hellbent on pleasing you. But he's also been dealing with this huge crush on you, so when he finally enters you, he swears he's entering the 5th dimension.

But also instantly blurts out that he has feelings for you... whoops. Can't help it, unfortunately; another victim of being brain mush as soon as he gets off :(

Give him a kiss on his lips and nose and tell him how you feel and help guide him; poor pup is just too into his subspace to even form coherent sentences anymore and probably too preoccupied with sucking on your fingers or chest 🤷‍♀️

Now, afterglow and post-orgasm clarity is such a real thing (it's happened once to me but i had the munchies like fucking crazy so it didn't last lmao) so Channie is embarrassed when he realized that he involuntarily confessed like that.

~~~

Sorry for the word vomit; currently half past 11pm and I've been sipping on black tea all-day so... :) 3rd eye is just working over time.

Also, I called a specific Hyunjin look back in 2021, so Pink is just Clairvoyant when it comes to Hyunjin specifically (it's bc we're both Pisces)

the fact that these pics led to this stroke of genius from you…put channie in a sweater n suspenders more often bc i’m actually gonna lose my mind over how much i love this 😵‍💫 him pining after you…simultaneously so shy but so eager…the desperate need to please you…the way he goes dumb the moment he’s inside you…blurting out his confession…it has all the elements of a perfect channie concept

HAHA yes let’s settle for the romantic atmosphere inside the cabin away from the snow…maybe even w a warm fire crackling to really set the mood ♡ channie being his sweet good-natured lil self and listening to everything you say without question…the thought of him getting playful at some point and pretending to disobey you w a cheeky dimpled grin…pure devastation. he’d look so adorably proud of himself it’s almost enough to let it slide, but you don’t even get the chance before he takes it back w a giggle and follows your order anyway 🥰

his heart-shaped lips look extra red and kissable bc of the cold who could resist <3 and god the way he’d just lean completely into that sweet, unbashedly needy side of himself once he sees how much you like it…the epitome of baby boy w the way he clings to you and nuzzles into your chest and starts to whine if he can’t feel your touch for even a moment. and nothing on earth makes me crazier than the idea of channie’s mind going blank the moment he feels you around him…suddenly he’s lost and clueless and needs you to direct him to do every little thing so he can satisfy you properly ❤️‍🔥 he may not be able to think for himself but he still carries out all your orders like a good boy! and ofc when his emotions are running so high and his head is so scrambled from the pleasure, he can’t help but babble on abt how much he loves you in a way that’ll have him absolutely mortified when that giddy haze finally wears off~

no need to apologize as u can see this resonated w me very much hehe ^_^ you and hyune really have some kind of piscean psychic link that no one else can comprehend i’ll look forward to what you predict next 😼

[veilder]

please excuse my word vomit but I shortened the hell out of my caption to avoid being annoying and your tags on my art sent me into a frenzy haha

so my favorite pre relationship dynamic for convin (and in my current fic) they start out as enemies with benefits who accidentally develop feelings but are in denial and know the smart thing to do is to stop and so every time they hook up is the last time (until the next time). and you’re right I drew gavin with the pained expression bc he’s the first one to realize his feelings are feelings but he doesn’t think he deserves connor and he thinks connor wants this to stay physical and that hurts but 1. he thinks he deserves the hurt and 2. he’ll take what he can get for as long as he can get it (hahaha ow). I’m allergic to happy endings in my own writing but I wholly support your happily ever after 😄

also no pressure at all just floating the idea but I’d be so down if you ever wanted to do a collab :] anyways yeah I’m happy you liked my pic and your comments always bring me joy, keep on being wonderful

Omggggggg, what a great ask to get!!! Thank you so much for sending this! 🤩🤩🤩 So, one, your idea behind your art is wonderful and fits them both perfectly. Two idiots getting in over their heads and catching feelings? Yep, that's them, lol. Although, I'm already imagining a happy ending for the two of them, even in that scenario, so whoops! XD I know for me, when I saw your art I was thinking that they were set to be separated. Specific scenarios were still up in the air (i.e. investigation gone awry, some sort of terminal condition, human!AU college fling, historical!AU, etc), but there would be some sort of circumstance that would drive the two of them apart. And this would be the scene of them making the most of their last days together, with Connor throwing his whole self into it while Gavin, in an effort to make the inevitable separation hurt less, begins to withdraw, even though it hurts him. And it would lead to a really messy breakup where they both say hurtful things and are just left with so many regrets. But then... there would be some sort of timeskip and they would meet again, both very changed now but never forgetting the impact the other had on their life. And again, something would force them together, whether it's work or some sort of mystery or even just running into each other over and over again. And they would both realize that the other hasn't really changed as much as they initially thought. That he's still the man they fell in love with. And that those feelings are far from dead. And eventually, things would rekindle in a burst of passion and long-held feelings and it would be terrible and beautiful and cathartic and so, so painful all at once. They'd wake to a morning of regrets and, in their fear, again try to sever ties. But they'd be miserable about it and all the life would drain from their days. That burst of brightness they'd slowly brought back to each other has once again vanished and they're both left in the dark. And then, idk, the plot would pull them together one final time and they'd get to have their moments of peril and heroics and emotional confessions. And finally, finally they'd confess their feelings for each other. The feelings they've had for so, so long. And they'd both realize what absolute dipshits they've both been, that they've both felt the same way for years and were just too emotionally constipated to do anything about it. And then I'd probably undercut it with some sort of big BLAMO moment where one of them gets taken out by the bad guy (I've decided that there's a bad guy now XD) and they'd be dying in the other's arms. And you'd think that that's it! That, after so much build up and them finally getting on the same page with each other, that they won't get their happily ever after after all. But then idk, there'd be some clever deus ex machina I seeded into the story early on that comes through for them and they both live and the bad guy goes to jail and everything is GOOD! And then sappy epilogue. XD ...Ugh, see? Look what you're making me consider here with your beautiful art?! I'm plotting. Multi-chapter plotting! UGH! 😫😫😫 No, but seriously, I adore that art and felt so damn inspired when I saw it? I wish I'd had more energy to do something with that, but alas! I was just getting off work and it was very late. 😓😓😓 BUT THEN YOU SENT THIS AND MENTIONED A COLLAB AND NOW IT'S ALSO VERY LATE HERE BUT I'M JUST 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 BECAUSE DAMN SON, I WOULD LOVE TO COLLAB?! Like, I legit cannot make any promises, I've had the worst case of writer's block ever now for a couple years and counting. But even if it's just, idk, discussing ideas or chatting about these idiots or something, I'd so be down for it! Definitely feel free to hmu whenever!!! I'd love to chat!!! :D

[merrycrisis-if]

Hi~ howdy?!💞💞💞

I screamed of happiness when i saw the update!!!tysm~ your works live in my head 24/7 i love them💖💖💖

Highlights of my latest playthrough(?) Lol

Spoiler ahead i guess lol

Played the indie band member(singer?) Loved it~ parents are upset but oh well

Name dropped to make it to the plane and omfg cannot believe it worked!lmao (burly guard my beloved tysm!) And was asked an autograph lol that was so cute!! Made it home and choose the karaoke, cute as hell man! Loved it~

Then was helping out in the kitchen(next morning) and mom wanted to say something but stopped mmm🤔 sus! Whats up with that?!

Anyway fast forward family dinner!!!mm wanted to bail asap lmao food sounded nice tho haha

First play i made it and then Shay picked me up(omg💖)

Next one i bailed to play the guitar with Shay(so so lovely💗💗💗)

Next one finally found the one with Qiu!!! I was so close to send an SOS cause i couldn't find it lmao loved it so much~ fishing?!birthday cheesecake made by my beloved?!!!holy shit thats so so cute💖💖💖

Still need to call Nat my beloved~ looking forward to it💞💞💞

Pardon the word vomit and i am leaving a lot out yet lol just wanted to thank you!!!! Loved the update, love the ros! love the fam!

Thank you~~ all the love💗💗💗💗💗

AHH hello, so good to hear from you!!! 🤗 Your asks never fail to put a hugeee grin on my face. I'm so glad you enjoyed the update!!

"Parents are upset but oh well" is, in general, an awesome synopsis of the game, I'd say :P I have to admit, playing a lead singer gives you a LOT of great perks (whoops), what with the karaoke session and the (SPOILER ALERT!!!) dipping out early to perform with Shay. I'm hoping to give some of the other jobs a (small) perk too, but we'll see! I always my best to be fair(ish).

EYYY! glad ya liked the Qiu fishing/cheesecake scenes, I truly gave myself diabetes writing 'em. Can't wait to hear your thoughts on Nat! Did you enjoy/experience the Shay 🌶️ scenes?

Much love to you, too! ♥️ 💕❤️

P.S. Yay, love for the burly guard :D Also yes, sus mother in the kitchen indeed 🤔

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park - season 2 (part 2)

apparently tumblr has a character limit so lol here's part 2 of my watch of season 2

EPISODE 8:

Last day of skewl !!!!

They just want fireworks :’(

AYO WENDY PLAYS CLARINET SHE JUST LIKE ME FR

Cartman on French horn !!

Stan, Kenny & Kyle play violin that’s cute !! Will note

They all WEAR SUITS NSGNKNGS SO CUTE

Chef get them fr

EPISODE 9:

Film festival episode !! This is exciting

Wendy popping off at Cartman as usual, she just never misses

Oh so stendy broke up??? Depression

“She’s NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Do u want me dead? Yes

Stan get back with Wendy challenge ? Pls i need y’all together

“If she holds his hand in the theatre it will be all over for him” Kyle has never spoke more real words

STENDY MOVIE SCENES <3 LFG

Stan scarred w lesbians whoops

Stan slowly becomes an ally, as previously stated in my s1 post, i will make sure that is so >:(

KYLE SINGING ON THE TOILET KBSBGBDBD

Okay alr the cartman ass screen joke was funny ok i laughed

Not them looking for mr Hankey BYE

AVERAGE CARTMAN TAKING CLOUT…

Stendy back at the movies AAAAAAA

AWWW HE GRABBED HER TISSUE THAT’S SWEET OF STAN <3333

So ur telling me Kyle had a piece of shit in his mouth and there’s photo evidence??? NOT COOL

Style “I’m here for u” ugh they’re besties fr fr

Wendy asks stan to see a movie and immediately abandons Kyle HE’S WHIPPED

But also how dare u Stanley KYLE NEEDED U

OH MY GOD. JWGJBSDBGKJDSBKJSDB STAN IS TRYING TO HOLD HER HAND DURING THE MOVIEEDDJVFJKJKNFV KFV

WaIT IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO THE WHOLE TIME? HOLD HER HAND?!?!?!?!?!?

I’M mentally unwell

No bc end me I’m CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

HE TRIES TWICE ????F?E?G?G?F no bc that’s so fucking cute

No bc it’s Stanley “she’s not my girlfriend” marsh to Stanley “this girl is so cute i wanna hold her hand” marsh

OMG SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND THYE HOLD HANDS GFJGDFJKNDFGJKFJKDFVJNK. STOPP IT RN

AAAAA THEY ARE JUST <3333333333333

And… stan vomits, per usual lol

They still hold hands stop it

Wendy: i think I’ve seen this film before but instead she loves the ending <3

God y’all i just love stendy so much

Kyle & Stan friendship secured so sweet

Literally wtf i will never understand the talking piece of shit sorry Kyle

Wendy apologizing to stan abt taking him to the films when I KNOW DEEP DOWN MY SON WAS THRIVING BEING ALONE WITH WENDY

He forgives her wbk wbk

Ain’t no back talk on my ship u fools

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS AGAIN FDGJKNFDKJNFDGKJFDG pls tell me they’re dating again i need them

Oh my god stendy saved this episode thank you

EPISODE 10:

SO WE STARTING THIS with stan’s mom and sister at the hospital oh i know this gonna b weird

NO NOT CHICKEN POX

Omg stan ur gonna get THE POX FEJNCCKEN

Stan and Kyle’s families are so close !!

Oh and liane <3

DON’T DRAG KENNY YOU DINGOS

“IN THE GHETTOOOOOO” omg the TikTok meme is here SLAY i loved this one haha

EGGO WAFFLES FOR DIN ??? ME TOO BABE

Cartman SHUT UR MOUTH

Oh god Kenny’s family is so chaotic i hate it they deserved better

Kyle and stan have matching sleeping bags AWWWWW

Kenny can’t afford normal dinner food but can clap the lights off???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

OFC THEY ALL GET THE POX

GODS AND CLODS ??? LMAO

lol not Sheila making Kyle get the pox bc he’s the golden child that won’t get sick

OMG KYLE IS THE ONLT HEALTHY PERSON LEFT

So i remembered that stan hates hospitals and i can’t imagine what’s going thru his head right now besides being pissed abt hw

THEY JUST STORM INTO HIS BATHROOM WHILE HES NAKEY

KYLE’S PAPER HAHA

I’m actually cackling AT THIS SEQUENCE VNVNKJSDNKJV

NOOOOO NOT KYLE

EPISODE 11:

Garrison RELAX

Cartman is perfect for the cheesy poofs comm

Creepy girl….

Omg this poor deranged kiddo :(

FOOTLOOSE a BOP

KYLE ATE THAT HAIKU

ALSO KENNY !!!! SLAY

Kyle is eating these haikus ugh as he should

HYPNOSIS.

Eric kinda popped off

Mackey OMG U DID NOT

My throat hurts >:(

Haha CHEESY POOF

Eric’s one second of fame— relatable

The one time Eric slayed werk

EPISODE 12:

Okay ngl, if this is the episode i think it is, imma pass away

I’ve seen clips on TikTok ok

Omg THE KIDS PLAYING MILITARY OMG CDSNJDIJ

Kenny PLS JNCJDNJKNS

WENDY AND BEBE

“Kyle, doesn’t bebe look pretty today?” Omg it’s KYBE TIME

It’s the way i stan stendy, style, kybe, bendy and stendyle all at once I AM WINNINGGGG

Stendy walks away from Kyle and bebe omg omg

KYLE PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS BACK U KNOW BEBE A STUNNER SHE’S A DAME

Wendy the nations’ KYBE leader, stan the second in command

Stan: no

TRUTH OR DARE LOL

BEBE.

All bebe sees is cake. That’s it. Kyle’s cake. Living, breathing legend.

Wendy setting them up AW

Stan: WE NEED TO MAKE A CLUB HOUSE STAT

Kyle: ?!?!?!?!?

Rare Cartman & Kenny duo things

SHARON MOTHER RELAX

OMG BEBE PASSING A NOTE FDSKBFSDKJGB

DSKJBDSGKJBSGBDKSDK STYLE CONTENT LMAOOOO

But AYO bebe really likes Kyle’s booTAY

The PARENTS ARE FIGHTINNN

Bebe: AYO Kyle LET’S SEE THAT ASSSSS

Kyle: aight?

“I WANNA BE DARED TO KISS HER” STAN OMG DSJNFDSJBGSKD i love stendy crumbs YES

What THE FUCK NOT SHARON & RANDY DIVORCING FSBJKSGDJKGDSDKBJ NO

WHO THE FUCK IS ROY

Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE BRO

Stan was too stunned to speak

Wtf is HAPPENING ?!?!?! Poor Stanley

Stan preaching to the CHOIR

TRUTH OR DARE

The boys are SHAKING

Wendy slayed okay Kyle PUCKER UP

I HC WHEN THEY OLDER THAT BEBE IS A GOOD KISSER and tbh so is Kyle but the first few times Kyle is all tongue and no lip— nasty bro

Kyle will never take a chance to let cartman win that’s just fact

AAAA KYBE

Kyle: AAA

Omg dude it’s ur first kiss relax

“Fucking sickening” but make it with the rupaul YASSIFICATION

Stan: looks intensely at Wendy’s lips

OLDER!HC: stan is like. addicted to Wendy’s lips. All he wants to do is show his affection ALL THE TIME but is also shy abt it??? LMAO

Stan: Dare RIZZ

ROY FUCK OFF

GOD DAMMIT ROY U FUCKED IT UP

Omg kybe okay please let this be good

BEBE GIRL Y’ALL WEREN’T EVEN DATING

LMAOOONSDFNSD

Kyle is flabbergasted

OFC she hooks up with Clyde right after BRUH

But i also like Clybe so it’s okay

Omg STAN NOT THE BEAR TRAP DON’T GET HIM IN THE BEAR TRAP

Alas, OFC Sharon and randy stay strong go get ur dick girl

“CLUBHOUSES ARE MAGICAL” —stan marsh, as his parents are fucking in the clubhouse he built

EXCUSE ME BEBE WHAT THE FUCK

I hope he didn’t do it omg

EPISODE 13:

What the hell

Kyle beating cartman is my favourite

“THESE ARE MY FUCKING FOOD STAMPS, HOW AM I GONNA EAT WITHOUT THESE FOOD STAMPS?” — KENNY MCCORMICK

Kyle threatening Cartman so true bestie

Oh god this is gonna fucking suck

Cartman being flung OUCH

WHEN CARTMAN HITS THE SNOW AAA

excuse me? not the prostitute

this is bad broken vietnamese UGH

CARTMAN.

kenny robbed

stan and kyle playing with the dolls is so wholesome <3

EPISODE 14:

why didn't I know kyle's dad was a lawyer? interesting

little german dance

WAIT STENDY IS DATING AGAIN DFSJBGSBJKGSDKBJ

"hey, elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my GIRLFRIEND wendy?"

DEAD

he wants to gift her a song NO ONE SPEAK TO ME

not me actually tearing up irl THIS IS EMBARASSING

but no fr stan is WHIPPED I love that for him

chef hoeing out with kyle's mom??? huh

NOT MISS CRAB TREE. chef rly do be desperate

Mr mackey crowd surfing ended me LMAOO

elton SINGING THE SONG STAN WANTED HIM TO WRITE FOR WENDY :')

WENDY LOOKING AT STAN ugh the fluff they exude

CHEWBACCA

EPISODE 15:

UGH THIS BORDER MAKES ME WANNA FIGHT A BITCH

uhm... this is sus cartman

oh this is a Halloween ep cool

oh WAIT I'VE SEEN THIS ONE ON TIKTOK TOO

creepy murder fish

"hella"

god my paranoia could NEVER

POOR KENNY HIS ROOF IS LEAKY :(

JESUS christ that goldfish scares me

NOT KILL

not the slap from shelly oml HAHA

stan- OMG NOT THE DEAD PERSON

"mommy's little angel" correct, my son is babie

not the SQUASH DFSKJBDSKBDSKB

cartman on some shit rn omg

WHAT THE FUCK TWO CARTMANS

cartman using aunt flo as a massage chair cackles a lil

sharon not giving a single fuck about randy's accusations

oh no not stan and kyle's alts

EPISODE 16:

stan gets told not to go: goes anyway

kenny riding shotgun and not giving a RAT'S ASS until money is thrown

god i'd die if I had to listen to singing for 6 hours

liane is just. so cool ok

kyle: AAAA

EYE- stan that's not cool bad noodle

EW I FEEL BACK FOR KYLE

kenny hoarding food HA

charles: how would u like to come with me to another secluded part of the mall?

kenny: ok

don't mess w kyle brofloski period

kyle: still mad abt mr.hankey

they all getting shot at but kyle has PRIORITIES

SHARON LMFNNKSDFB GET HIM

stan: sorry

HAHAHAH

EPISODE 17:

TWEEEKKKKKK OMG HIS FIRST APPEARANCE AND LINES <3

my deranged son <3 ily tweek

omg tweek's family runs a coffee shop <3 so cute

tweek he's so cute with his little gnome story

oh shit 8 year olds w coffee

THIS IS GONNA BE PSYCHO

OH GOD LMAOOO

Cartman sleeping in his puke yikes

oh he has ADD :'( little bean

Cartman slayed this time haha

Working w the underwear gnomes haha

Side not: my cats are finally sleeping on the same bed and not killing each other <3

OMG Y’ALL HAHAHAHA

EPISODE 18: (SEASON FINALE)

Is this an impersonation of Owen Wilson ??? LMAO

KyLE Y’ALL ARE 8 NO

The WAY STAN CIRCLES DOWN INTO THE CAVE DSJNFJKSDNG HE’S SO CUTE

And there’s the vomit

I’m starting to wonder if Stan has bad motion sickness or he just has a shit immune system

Cartman referencing my favourite movie of all time??? That was iconic of him. grease is MY FAVOURITE MOVIE <333333333

Style fighting >:(

Cartman so true abt style fighting

1999 ??? My birth year??? Epic

“ASSMASTER”

NO OH MY GOD STYLE Y’ALL ARE IN YOUR DIVORCE ERA

Nah bc they are such good friends they better get back together at the end of the episode

When Kyle doesn’t finish Stan’s line abt Kenny… u KNOW THEY FIGHTINGG

THE girlies ARE FIGHTING THEY IN THEIR WWE ARC

Larry u tell ‘em

Overall, season 2 better than season 1, 8/10

[vancehopperenthusiast]

Pure Kisses.

summary- having a huge crush on Vance Hopper is embarrassing by itself, but him hearing you talk about how much you like him is even more embarrassing.

tags- super embarrassing Y/N, even more embarrassing vance, word vomit, belt loops teehee, slushies😋

warnings- cursing, mentions of carving ? (idk if thats the word for it *sobbing* )

“Immediately no.” You groaned to your friend, Carly who was desperately trying to get you to walk into the GrabN’ Go, the reason why? none other than the small towns very own, Vance Hopper.

your crush was no secret to any one that you knew; but everyone else was completely oblivious, including the blondie himself. Carly was beginning to get frustrated, seeing as you weren’t budging from your spot outside, she huffed, “Please! Its hot as hell outside, i mean im sweating everywhere! i want a soda and your little crush is in there anyways! please!

“My little crush is exactly the reason im not going in there, if you want a soda so badly i can give you some change and you can go and buy one!” You argued.

“pleasee” Carly begged once again, you were getting no where with this, “fine. i’ll go in” a girly squeal erupted from the brunette, she grabbed your hand and waltzed inside.

“You want a sprite or a doctor pepper?” Carly asked, she looked over, you were leaning on the freezer next to her, practically drooling on the floor, “Are you ever gonna tell him?” She asked, standing next to you, you turned to her.

“What am i supposed to say? Oh my god Vance hopper i’ve had a gigantic crush on you since middle school and i found it super hot when i saw you carve something on that poor kid cause he fucked with your game! thats so- weird! who says that? psychos thats who! he’d never like me anyways.” you crossed your arms over your chest, sighing.

A snicker came from Carly, you flashed her a confused “stop-laughing-at-my-pain” look. she opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything and instead she shook her head, turning her lips downward, closing her eyes and raising her brows.

“What were you saying about me?” A voice disturbed the silence you and your best friend had created, you tensed as an arm snaked around your shoulder. “Oh my shit god fuck” you cursed, snapping your entire body around quickly.

“You were not supposed to hear that! haha! oops whoops- i mean who said i was talking about you? well you are the only person in town named vance, but that could be a code name for uhm someone else? i guess that could make sense? fuck this is stupid im sorry oh my god please just ignore me” The word vomit just kept coming, a prideful smile was on the blondes face, “Im sorry” you breathed

“No its fine really, people don’t usually.. talk about me like that i guess” he shoved his hands in his pockets dejectedly, “Okay this is so embarrassing im gonna go talk to Bradley.” Carly spoke up, walking off.

Vance chuckled, “Y/N? right?” your face immediately got warm, “Yeah mhm.” you nodded, a toothy grin spreading across your face.

“This is awkward. is this awkward? should we talk about something else?” you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly, the anxiety of the situation already.

though it quickly melted away when he pulled you in by your belt loops, impossibly making you two closer.

“we can talk about our date we have on Friday night” you could almost hear his heartbeat. was he nervous?

you smiled, your entire body heating up, your stomach erupting in butterflies. “yeah? lets talk about it”

you could feel him exhale, like a wave of relief washed over him, in any other situation this would be the worst thing ever. but no no! this was your crush of years! this was something that only happened in your dreams.

he let go of you. stepping back to give you some space, “maybe we could go to the diner off 8th, then the bowling alley.. get some slushies, red and blue?” he smirked knowingly.

“yeah, i’ll meet you there.”

“it’s a date!” he shouted as you walked off, “sure is hopper! sure is..” you lowered your voice as you walked over to carly and bradley.

“tell me everything.” she exclaimed, boy it was gonna be a long walk home.

[marsgod]

im visiting ur inbox on official business today, cuz i love ur writing and need sum comfort.

im sick rn and have a bad cold (even tho its like 30 degress celsius) and i cant breathe properly or sleep bcs i cant stop coughing. so overall im feeling pretty shitty

so could i request a fic abt them taking care of their sick s/o w (whoever u feel most inspired to write abt out of) azul malleus and the tweels?

ty anyways have a great day/night and take care of urself! byee

I hope you get better, and ofc<33

⇢ “Octavinelle and Malleus take care of sick s/o”

⇢ Warnings; Romantic relationships, these are short im so sorry;-;, gn! reader, sick! reader

Azul Ashengretto

He hates getting sick, he doesn’t have a horrible immune system and doesn’t get that sick easily, but he’s the person that will pat you on back with a 6 ft stick

“I hope you feel better, love!” and he’s standing 10 ft back, a thumbs up with one hands and covering his mouth with his other hands.

he does care, but azul doesn’t understand that you don’t throw up every single time your sick and he’s not taking chances

Azul will be studying how to make you feel better though, and will make sum good soup for you👌 for free, just this once

you can come up behind him and azul will forget the entire “being sick” thing and lean into your touch lovingly…

Until he suddenly remembers and shrieks about you being out of bed

“What are you doing, [name]?! Don’t you know you should be resting?”

Floyd Leech

Oh, you’re sick? Oh yeah that’s cool, he got sick because of Jade’s damned mushrooms, but throw up and you’ll all better!

He genuinely wants you to throw up, and will take you to the bathroom and just.. sit there, and wait for you to lean over the toilet

also doesn’t understand how vomiting works for the sake of comedy

If you do throw up, he’ll either keep talking like it’s completely normal or throw up too

BESIDES THE VOMIT- He does or doesn’t care, Floyd’s still gonna take you out

and then get sick

and then still go out

repeat

“Haha! Whoops, looks like I have to stay back from work!”

Jade Leech

Within the time span of you being sick, he, as your loving boyfriend will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better

.. In other words, you’re his medicinal guinea pig

He loves you, and wishes for you to feel better! but Jade has a bunch of plants and wishes to find more uses for them

So, win-win for him?

has a better understanding of how being sick actually works, and will **lightly** threaten you so you stay in bed (**lightly bc you’re his beloved<33)

Jade loves you but he’s not touching you while or 5 minutes after you have a coughing fit,

throwing up? sleeping the entire time? continuous sneezing? doesn’t faze him

but the dry or wet coughing? that freaks him out

“I made some mushroom soup for you, dear. Here, I can feed it to you”

Malleus Draconia

He’s extremely confused and worried, obviously he know what to do when someone is sick but also.. you’re sick! What if it’s more dangerous than you’re letting on…?

Okay.. He knows what being sick is, and knows how it feels and what to do

but also, he’s been alive for a long time, what if it’s dangerous?

Yeah, doesn’t matter if you beg him or attempt to bribe him, you’re going to see the doctor with your op royalty boyfriend and his dad and two overly intimidating body guards

After it’s said and done, you’re stuck in bed and he’s laying on top of you, keeping you there.. That’s your life now, drowning in your boyfriend while Lilia takes pictures and Silver is asleep and Sebek has a mask over his face while screaming at Malleus to get off

Ahh, what a life tho

He doesn’t let you do anything and will do anything to keep you in bed at whatever cost

“Are you alright, jewel? If you need anything, just ask, I don’t want you lifting a finger.”

[just-osgood]

The last anon was just being a dick, the square root of -1 is the constant ‘i’ or ‘-i’. i refers to “imaginary” number, it’s a fairly simple concept with an explanation that makes it confusing. Just consider i as a constant like π or φ.

Oh, thank you for the explanation.

[toxicjayhoe]

We don’t have to dance

Explicit

Shinso / Reader(OC)

M / F

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

I mean there's some plot in my head but y'all don't get to see that haha

Cunnilingus

Blow Jobs

Hitoshi is a good boy

he asks for consent

Brainwashing

Oral Sex

Vaginal Sex

Unprotected Sex

Aged-Up Character(s) obviously

Light Dom/sub

Choking

Ahegao

Smut

He glanced across the overcrowded room, observing acquaintances and strangers as they socialized and sipped their drinks, swaying to the beat of the music. The open space of the hero office had been rearranged as to accommodate as many individuals as possible for this year’s Christmas celebration.

Shinso had never really been the type who partied, but he thought it was important to attend, if only for appearances sake. As a new Pro-hero, he believed it was a necessity to demonstrate he was a team player.

He took a mouthful of his cider, feeling it burn down his throat as he swallowed the effervescent drink. He never really drank either, but he enjoyed a nice glass every once in a while.

The couch he rested on was quite comfortable, he thought to himself as he settled back into it. He was more than content in just sitting here all evening until he believed it was acceptable to leave. He wasn’t interested in idle conversation about the weather or whatever these people were gossiping about to one another.

However, the universe had other plans for him it seemed, as Denki quickly approached him, shots in hand.

“Hey bestie, down this and let’s go get some ladies.” The blond handed the liquor towards him, urging him to take it, waggling his eyebrows and winking.

Shinso sighed, ignoring the offending alcohol currently being offered to him. “What ladies, Denki? We are at the bottom of the food chain here.”

“My dude, it’s a Christmas office party. Have you never seen a movie in your life? Things always get spicy at Christmas office parties.” He cackled, downing one of the shots and throwing the empty cup behind him. He pulled another from behind his back.

The purple haired man made a face, before chuckling quietly. “Where did that one come from?!”

Denki shrugged, shoving the two shots into Shinso’s hands. He rolled his purple eyes, giving in to maybe the only true friend he had.

He brought them to his lips, one after the other, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and placing the empty receptacles on the table by him. Of course Denki had chosen peppermint schnapps.

“I’m only going to be your wingman, and only because you could really use the support.” He said with a bored tone to his voice as he pushed himself up from the sofa. Denki whooped enthusiastically, rushing off to where Shinso could only assume the ladies were.

He unhurriedly trailed after him, making his way between the gatherings of individuals, being vigilant as to not come into contact with anyone as he passed them. He wasn’t fond of strangers to start, much less being touched by them in any way.

He was terrific at communicating when he was obligated to, which was merely when he was required to use his Quirk. He still had issues with it and, even now, citizens still told him it was better suited for a villain, but he’d come to terms with not being able to please everyone. As long as he did a respectable job as a pro-hero and protecting the populace, then he would be happy.

Once he finally made it beyond the crowd and to where Denki had run off to, said man was being rejected by yet another woman.

Jaw clenched as not to show any suggestion of a smirk, he clapped the blond on the back in sympathy.

“You’re aiming way too high, Denki. And you try too hard.” He said simply, unsure if it was the right thing to say or not. Nonetheless, the shorter man smiled up at him, seemingly undeterred by yet another loss.

“Let’s go play foosball!” Denki hollered, forcing him in the direction of the tabletop game, stealing two additional beverages as a waiter walked by them.

They played a few rounds, one versus the other. Shinso loathed to admit it, but he had struggled to keep up with the innate talent Denki appeared to have at the game.

Just as he began to genuinely start enjoying his night, Denki sprinted off, declaring he needed to piss. Shinso took the moment alone to survey his surroundings once more, taking in the sight of people’s inhibitions all but forgotten as alcohol started influencing their behaviors. He took another sip of his own drink, finishing it in one gulp.

If he was being honest with himself, he was also starting to feel the affects drinking had on his body and on his mind.

He leaned onto the wall behind him, arms crossed on his chest as Denki came into sight, marching towards him, arms intertwined with the two women at his sides.

One of them he recognized as Jiro, whom he was relatively convinced Denki had a major crush on. The other, however, he could not recall ever having the pleasure of meeting.

“Shinso, don’t be rude, say hi!” He rolled his eyes before nodding silently at them both. “Good enough. Okay! Me and Jiro against the two of you. Let’s do this.”

/\*\/*/\*\/*/\*\/*/\*\/*/\*\/*

Shinso was sure Denki had let him win for some odd reason his mind could not fathom.

As the two of them argued over why they lost the game, he cleared his throat, offering his hand to the shorter woman by his side

“I’m Shinso. Hitoshi Shinso. It’s nice to make your acquaintance”

She smiled, giving him a firm handshake.

“I know who you are, Brainwashing Hero.” His eyes widened, astonished anyone, let alone an alluring young woman, would know who he was. Was she not frightened of his quirk like everyone else had been? “My name is Aruna Ai.”

He heard himself hum before the words spilled from his mouth like word vomit.

“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.” He finished, taking a deep breath after such a long-winded sentence.

“Did you just quote Deng Ming-Doa’s Everyday Tao: Living with Balance and Harmony at me?” Aruna stared at Shinso, brows furrowed as her lips quirked up.

His hand found the back of his neck as heat rose to his cheeks in mortification, unable to look directly at her.

“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from, heh.” He continued to look everywhere but her, feeling crushingly stupid. Aruna chuckled, placing the palm of her hand on his muscular arm and squeezing.

“Don’t worry so much. I’m already a fan.” An overwhelming sense of calm overtook him then, like something paranormal was causing him to relax.

“What’s your quirk?” He blurted. He scratched his skull, once again mortified that he seemed to not have a filter tonight.

She squeezed his arm again before dropping her hand to her side, smiling brightly up at him.

“Well aren’t you just the most perceptive man?” She crammed her hand into her pockets, rocking back and forth on the heels of her shoes, seemingly deep in thought.

He patiently watched her.

“I can manifest emotions in others if I have direct skin contact with them. My power varies depending on the cycle of the moon though.”

He felt his eyebrow arch in curiosity. It was sort of similar to his own quirk, when he thought about it.

“That is truly fascinating, Aruna.”

She huffed and laughed. “Not as fascinating as being able to brainwash someone. I wonder what it feels like.”

“Care to find out?” He couldn’t believe the words leaving his own mouth.

“I would love to.” No hesitation in her voice, only a slight blush stained her cheeks.

His eyes narrowed as he stared into hers. “Are you sure?” His voice low.

She rolled her eyes “Of course I’m sure, Shin-“ Her eyes glazed over as her mind went blank.

“Follow me.” Came the command.

Although she had no control over her own movements, her mind was still aware enough to realise what was happening.

She was led across the crowds and through the halls. He silently guided her into an unoccupied office, small cots lined up on the walls.

He released his hold on her mind, allowing her a moment to turn around and leave, if she so chose.

His gaze never left her face, eyes concentrated on the way her cheeks darkened. Mortified, no doubt.

They remained standing, unmoving for long moments. Hesitation welled in him for a second, unsure of himself. Aruna’s breathing came out in a sigh as she strode forward, toward him in quick steps. When she reached him, her hands grasped his clothed shoulders as she pushed herself up onto the tips of her toes, raising her lips to meet his in a sweet kiss.

Purple eyes widened at the unexpected contact.

“I just… wanted to do that of my own accord first.” She whispered as she stepped back, breathing heavier than moments before, smile on her lips.

“You look at me like you think I’m someone else.” He said simply.

Her eyes narrowed, a look he could not read painting her features.

“How do I say this… We don’t have to talk, and we don’t have to dance around it, we don’t even have to be friends. I’m attracted to you…I want you to brainwash me. And…” She paused as Shinso slowly approached her.

Eyes peered into hers, pupils dilated. “And?”

“And… I want you to use me as you wis-“ Her mouth hung open, no words coming out as Shinso gained control once again. If she could smirk, she would have.

“Come here.” Her feet pulled her to where he was now sat on one of the cots.

Large hands grasped hers. The softness of her fingers in comparison to his own, rough and calloused, felt like heaven.

Shinso had never done anything like this before and the thrill of it all made blood rush through his entire body, his heart hammering in his chest.

He looked up into her blank eyes, dick twitching against his slacks at the sight of her. He couldn’t wait to see her ruined by him.

He couldn’t get enough of her soft skin, gliding his fingers up her arm and to her neck while the other hand drifted lower, reaching under her dress.

A devilish smirk formed on his face when his fingers tightened around her throat, a soft gasp leaving her mouth.

Hiking her dress up, he dug his fingers into her hip, pulling Aruna closer, lowering his head to kiss just above his tight grip.

Teeth grazed against her skin, eliciting soft moans from above as he nipped and kissed and sucked, marking her. He hoped the resulting bruises would last weeks, reminding her of tonight.

Despite that most thought that, while under the influence of his quirk, his victims couldn’t remember what they’d done under Shinso’s control, it all depended if he wanted them to remember or not.

He most definitely wanted Aruna to remember tonight, needed her to feel and see everything he would do to her and have her do to him.

“Spread your legs.”

A hum left his lips as she did what she was told, legs far enough apart for his face to fit nicely between soft thighs.

“Good girl.” He whispered, looking up into those blank eyes, her pupils now dilated, a look of lust filling them.

He kept his gaze fixated on hers as he released her neck, hand gliding to her breast, squeezing it gently. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of her body. Her soft curves and her even softer skin. The breathy moans that left her lips at every new sensation.

Perhaps she was the one ruining him.

Both hands were on her hips, fingers slipping under the hem of her panties, dragging them down her legs and around her feet. He placed them in his pant pocket. They were his now.

As he pressed his nose to her, he inhaled deeply, a groan ripping through his throat. Absolute heaven, the scent of her driving him crazy with need.

His tongue met her folds, licking up to her clit before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. He felt her knees go weak, the only thing holding her up straight now were his strong hands at her hips.

She tasted absolutely amazing. Shinso’s eyes squeezed shut as he devoured her. He was sure his fingers were leaving bruises. He hoped they were.

Leaving her pussy for air was torture, but he could feel his control over her slipping as he got lost in the taste of her.

“I’m going to let go of your hips now. Don’t fall.”

He wiped his chin of her juices with the back of his hand, tongue darting out to gather the droplets on his lips. He pressed his palm down onto his cock, needing some kind of touch to release the pressure building inside him.

Nimble fingers unbuckled his belt, releasing his cock from its confines. Aruna glanced down, eyes lidded.

Her own tongue slipped from her mouth, licking her lips at the sight of him slowly stroking his cock, tired eyes locked on hers.

“Come taste me.” The commanding tone sent noticeable shivers down her spine, clearly trembling where she stood.

She could feel herself resisting the request, his control wavering as pleasure began to overtake his senses.

“ Obey me.” Aruna’s knees hit the floor, palms resting on his thighs as she positioned her mouth over him.

One calloused hand cupped her cheek, guiding her lower, the other gripping the base of his cock.

The sound that rumbled through his chest was unholy as she took as much of him into her warm mouth as she possibly could, hallowing her cheeks the instant the head hit the back of her throat.

“F-fuck. Aruna” His fingers fisted into her hair, staring down at her as drool dribbled down her chin. He gently pushed her down on his cock, face fucking her softly. He didn’t want to hurt her, but fuck if her wet tongue across the underside of his dick didn’t feel like paradise.

She moaned around him as he thrust into her mouth, sending delightful vibrations through him, dick twitching in her mouth. He was losing control. He could feel it.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and- he was sure it would be the end of him. This girl. How did he get so fucking lucky?

Aruna’s fingers dug into his thighs as she came up for air, his quirk weak enough from the pleasure to break out of it.

His eyes widened as she quickly rose to her feet, pushing his chest down as she settled onto his lap, sitting on his cock, sinking down on it in one swift movement.

Strong hands grasped her hips once more, furiously fucking up into her. Every moan from her lips sent heat through him.

“You like that, baby?” He asked, voice hoarse and husky.

“Y-yes. Hah. You feel so good, Hitosh-“ Her pussy tightened around him, losing herself to his control once more.

“Silly girl. Stick your tongue out for me, and don’t stop fucking yourself on my cock.”

Her eyes blank again, tongue sticking out, drooling down her face. It was absolutely stunning. So fucking beautiful, and it was all for him. He had never seen anything so breathtaking.

He stared into her face, bringing his thumb to her clit, gently pressing circles into it and watched as she shuddered, grinding on him harder, breaths coming out unevenly, whimpers escaping her lips every time he bottomed out in her.

“You’re so beautiful. Aruna. Fuck. The way I fit inside you, like we were meant to be like this.”

The words left his mouth, any shame he might have felt discarded, pleasure overwhelming his every sense. She looked amazing, tasted amazing, smelt amazing. She was perfect.

He grasped her throat again, other hand on her ass as he met her thrust for thrust. She was close, he could feel it in the way her walls clenched around him, in the way her eyes crossed, tongue still lolling from her delicious little mouth.

“Come for me, my lovely moon. “

She stilled above him, walls clenching tight one more time as her insides fluttered around him, sending him over the edge, cock spurting deep inside her, a growl leaving his throat, fingers tightening painfully around her neck.

She collapsed against his chest as he released control over her, breathing heavily in the crook of his neck as he gently caressed her back and played with her hair, calming her as she came down from her orgasm.

Shinso adjusted her dress to cover her body. His heart felt full for what seemed like the first time in his life.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Aruna.”

He felt her smile against his neck.

There was no point in saving the world if it meant losing the moon.

Art by Me

[bringingglory]

@eerna oh my god acshdgagaahhdvsahsv I never expected you to see my post, so I won't lie, I feel like super embarrassed acsgsga

anyway! not gonna lie, this wip has been sitting in my drafts for months now because I wanted to see if I could plan stuff but then I got stuck because Details are hard to figure out BUT I did write out a few scenes, so I'll put them below the cut because they're kind of long. the first one is the "opening" of the fic and the second one is a sort of reimagining of the Silent Princess memory. i have a few other scenes sort of scribbled out, but these are the most "polished" of the stuff i've written alsdkfjasdfk

the opening lol

Link wakes to a faint buzzing in his ear that sends little darts of pain shooting through his skull. He waits for it to end, and when it doesn’t he groans and rolls over, smacking the space around him to find whatever was making that noise and make it shut up. He can’t fathom why his brain is rolling through his skull like that and why there’s an intense pressure behind his eyes, but when he rolls onto his side, he has to press a hand to his abdomen to settle whatever was sloshing around inside his stomach.

Ah. He’s hungover.

Link peels open his eyes and the light sends a fresh wave of pain ricocheting through his skull. He blinks once, twice, and then forces his eyes open to find a phone the size vibrating against the ground a few inches away from his hand.

Link groans and pushes himself up to a sitting position before grabbing the phone and dismissing the alarm. When the phone falls silent in his hands, he finally looks around and tries to assess the situation.

He’s sitting in a bathtub, the porcelain slightly damp from what he hopes is just water. His shirt smells vaguely of cheap vodka and he still can barely look at the sunlight streaming through the window without wincing.

A moment later, he realizes the phone in his hands isn’t his.

Link holds the phone up to his face and rubs the grogginess from his eyes. He swipes up on the screen, surprised that it isn’t protected by a password.

The phone is open on note in the notes app, and it reads:

link, if you’re reading this right now, im so sorry for leaving you in the tub like that!!! my dad’s supposed to come home from the office today and the document case i was telling you about is missing and he cant know i lost it. i know we just started getting along, and im so sorry to ask you this, but could you find the document case? impa’s in my contacts and she can help you. also you have permission to dig through my phone, just dont judge me if i have anything embarrassing on there. can you find the file by midnight? his flight leaves at 3 and i can stall him until then.

it’s 6:11 right now so i have to run before he gets back, but please hurry! i’ll be waiting for you

-zelda

Link blinks and turns the phone off.

Last night? What happened last night? Why can’t he remember anything?

Well, if his raging headache tells him anything, it’s that he had probably blacked out last night.

Link isn’t usually a drinker or a partier. He isn’t really one to go to big social events. So he’s really confused as to why he woke up passed out in a tub with zero memories.

And also, why Zelda left her phone with him.

a version of the Silent Princess memory but they're at a party and its modern

Zelda laughs. “I think I got a little too sober from the Yiga incident to enjoy the party now.”

Link isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh with her, but nods anyway. “Do you want to get some air?”

Zelda gives him an odd look, then sighs. “Yeah. Yes. That would be a good idea.”

Surprisingly, she grabs his forearm and leads him through all the bodies pressed against each other. He can feel the heat of her hand wrapping entirely around his arm like a hot glove, even above the heat of the late summer air and the heat from other people in close proximity.

Somehow, they make it to the other side of the house. Zelda pushes the back door open and pulls him past the other stragglers outside before they find a nice tree with a patch of grass that seems generally clear of alcohol and vomit.

Zelda releases his arm as soon as she finds the tree and she sits down, dropping her head against the trunk.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

Zelda waves her hand vaguely.

Link pauses. “Do you need water?”

“If you get me any more water, I’m probably gonna piss myself,” says Zelda. “Sit down.”

He sits down.

The crickets hum vaguely around them, mingling with the distant buzzing and thumping bass of the music from the party. But without people pressing in from all sides and an open field in front of them, it finally feels like he can take a full breath.

The silence settles over them like a blanket. It feels comfortable to him, but he isn’t sure if it’s supposed to be.

“Oh, Link, look.”

Link cranes his head to see Zelda twist around and point out a blue flower glowing vaguely in the dark. It was beautiful with blue petals so light they looked almost white, and a sky blue bleeding out from the center before fading out.

He wants to give her a questioning look, but she’s transfixed on the flower. He can see the smallest of smiles creeping up onto the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a Silent Princess,” she says. “It was my mom’s favorite flower.”

He can tell something important is happening, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“She said that we can’t grow them domestically yet, despite our best efforts.” Zelda breaks into a full smile and it’s radiant. “The Princess can only thrive out here. In the wild.”

They both turn to look back at the house as another loud WHOOP cuts through the air, followed by the sound of a can being crushed against a head.

“Nature is beautiful,” says Link.

Zelda swats him and he has to bite back a laugh.

She turns and runs a gentle finger along one of the petals before sighing and leaning back against the tree.

“Thank you,” she says suddenly. “For being there with the Yiga. And for being there the whole party.” He can hear her swallow. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You weren’t being a bitch,” says Link.

“I was, though.” Zelda inhales beside him. “I mean, just because I’m under a lot of stress from my dad doesn’t mean I’m allowed to take it out on other people. I was acting like a kid.”

“To be fair, your dad sounds like an asshole sometimes.”

Zelda snorts. “Yeah. He can be.” He turns his head to see her lean forward to fiddle with the grass. “But he’s got a lot on his plate. And it probably doesn’t help that his daughter doesn’t want anything to do with his ‘legacy.’”

“Just because your dad’s under a lot of pressure doesn’t mean he’s allowed to be an asshole,” Link points out.

Zelda finally looks up at him and offers him a small grin. “Fair enough.”

“And besides, you’re your own person. You don’t need to follow in his footsteps.”

“That’s what I said,” huffs Zelda. “But of course it’s, ‘blah blah you have a responsibility. I didn’t raise you like this so you could waste your time researching pointless things.’” She sighs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever. I came to this stupid party to blow off steam, I guess. But Goddess, I did not eat enough today to drink that many cans of shitty beer.”

Link sits upright, alert. “Do you need to get food or—”

“No, no, that’s fine.” And that smile returns and Link wonders what else he can say to make it stay. “You’re sweet. But I’ve probably gotten drunk enough tonight.” Her eyes slide up to him and the mischief in them stops his heart for a moment. “You still have to try the Hot Frog.”

Link blinked. “...what is that?”

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the endings are abrupt on both of them just bc i wasn't entirely sure how to end them akldjfasd. also the "Hot Frog" is gonna be some kind of mixed drink that gets link really drunk -- me trying to allude more to the original memory from the game haha

anyway, thank you so much for the ask! and thank u for coming up with the shitpost because it made me laugh the first time i read it hasdklfj hopefully i'll continue this one day and do ur shitpost au justice!

[queenieloves]

Future Rockstar-Eddie Munson x f!reader(incomplete, first draft)

Hi!!! I wanted to post a first and incomplete draft of my first fic with y’all to see if anyone finds it interesting/has any feedback on it! Let me know what you think! and please remember it’s a very rough first draft!

Summary- You need drugs but Eddie is the only one you can buy them from. In a moment of inexplicable supernatural happenings, you find yourself screaming and banging on the door of his trailer. Will you be able to find comfort in someone who you thought was a freak?

Warnings- a little smut but not super explicit, drug use, language

Word count- 10k…whoops, it’s all just word vomit

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You weren’t the type to stick out. A matter of fact, you blended in just the way you wanted to. Friendly enough but you didn’t cause anyone trouble and you minded your business. You maintained good grades and listened to what you considered to be good music. There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins so eventually the boredom of purely existing led you to start smoking pot every now and then. It calmed the mild anxiety you had. Everyday it seemed like someone else went missing in this town and when you spent nights alone when your parents were out of town, you didn’t want to spend those precious quiet hours worrying.

Your parents were leaving this weekend in fact—a trip to see your grandparents that you would’ve been forced to go on if it hadn't been for upcoming exams. I mean what kind of parents plan a trip to Florida right as you are about to take your exams—parents who were too busy to care about their kid that they willingly had. Your one friend in town Sam, another junior in your class, was working all weekend so you couldn’t spend it with her, which meant you were going to be all alone all weekend. Which then meant, you needed drugs. As much as you isolated yourself from everyone at school and in town, you hated being alone in Hawkins at night.

Someone in your math class suggested Eddie Munson as the best and cheapest way to get drugs.

“Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like a triple senior by now? He’s kinda freaky, I wouldn’t want to go alone. He’s in my English class and he NEVER does his homework.”

“Yeah he’s definitely weird but he’s the one you want if you need any drugs.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I’m desperate enough to see Eddie The Freak Munson. Hear me out, if I don’t come to class tomorrow, it was him.” You giggled.

Math ended uneventfully and you joined the long line for lunch. You were nervous thinking about how to approach Eddie Munson and how exactly to ask for what you needed. You were hungry and nervous and could not wait to get your food so you could find a quiet place to eat and think. It all seemed to bubble up when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey…HEY, I happen to be talking to you, Jansport(your backpack).”

You took out your earbud and turned around only to silently gasp when you saw it was Eddie. Your heart rate shot up through the ceiling. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything, he was a freak afterall, but the longer you didn’t eat, the more anxious you felt and this sudden interaction made you want to throw up.

“Ummm…hi.” You said with a quiver in your voice.

“Hey is that a D20 pin on your backpack?”

FUCK. That’s right, Eddie ran some kind of D&D group. You played with your best friends from middle school before moving to Hawkins. Mack, your closest friend, made everyone in the group D20 pins before moving away—a symbol of your friendship perhaps.

“Oh haha, my friend in my old town made them for me, I used to play a little.”

“It’s fucking rad if I do say so myself.” He was naturally a little awkward, you couldn’t help but think ‘who the hell talks like that’ and ‘why isn’t this goddamn line moving any faster’.

“Thanks…” back to silence, thank god. Until you took a breath turned back to him and said,

“Hey umm… I heard that you might have some stuff you could sell me?” You said louder than it sounded in your head—blame the nerves.

“Yo, shhhhh, there won’t be anything to sell if the school finds out.”

“Shit sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Meet me in the forest behind the gym after last period. You’ll see a picnic table that I carved ‘EM’ on. Want everyone to know it's mine.” He smiled.

Finally you got your food and just as you were about to say some sort of combination of ‘see you later’ and ‘thank you’ or whatever other generic response you could think of he said,

“Catch you later princess”. He winked and walked past you to his typical table of nerds who respected him like a king. You didn’t have the brain power to think of the fact that he referred to you as ‘princess’.

You ate in the art room as you usually did. Working on one project or another. You weren’t all that poor—definitely not Eddie Munson poor, but you promised yourself you would take advantage of the free art supplies at Hawkins High as payment for all the shit it put you through. After lunch you had a study hall and two other classes. Boring and uneventful, just how you liked it. Suddenly it was three o’clock and time to find Eddie. You couldn’t believe you were doing this and you would die if anyone saw you. You didn’t want people to know you existed let alone suddenly see you with Eddie Munson, which would definitely be the new school gossip. The only people allowed to be seen with Eddie Munson were his goons who were already with him at the bottom of the social pyramid. Anyone else seen with him had to suddenly defend their spot on the pyramid like it was their last plea before being executed.

You walked slowly but with purpose—the leaves crunching beneath your worn down chuckie taylors that were basically about to fall apart. You didn’t necessarily care about your clothes or appearance so you just wore some old jeans, a green t-shirt and brown zip up sweatshirt—your typical outfit for most days, except for the occasional summer day where you would switch out the pants for shorts. Your mother hated that you weren’t more feminine and you resented her for it.

You found the table and sat but didn’t see Eddie. The whole situation made you feel nervous—if only you weren’t such a goddamn anxious person maybe you could have a more interesting life. Suddenly he popped out into the clearing with intention to scare you, if you weren’t wearing your headphones maybe it would’ve worked.

“Damn, [y/l/n], I guess I gotta make sure you aren’t wearing those when I try to speak to you. I’m two for two.” He laughed and sat down pulling out a tin full of what you assumed was drugs. He smelled like weed, shitty cologne and cigarettes and you could only wonder if he ever washed the shirt he always wore.

“So…” you started slowly.

“My parents are out of town and I need something to calm me down at night so I can sleep. Nothing crazy, weed if you have it.”

“If I have it? That’s like 75% of what I sell, princess. How much money do you have on you?” Weird question but you weren’t going to start nitpicking while in the forest with someone who you frankly believed might be a murderer.

“20 bucks. How much will that get me?” To be fair you didn’t know much about weed or selling/buying drugs, just how to consume them.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m gonna give you the pretty girl discount. I’ll give you a quarter more for the same price.” He pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with weed and slid it towards you.

“Pretty girl discount? That must be something you give to every girl you sell drugs to, perv.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to make things more complicated than they needed to be, the whole exchange could’ve been silent and you wish it would’ve been.

“Hey, you want the discount or not?” He said through a cheeky smile.

“Fine, freak. Here.” You handed him the twenty, took the baggie, shoved it in your pocket and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait, what’s the rush?” He shouted before you got too far. You turned back to him with a confused and slightly annoyed look on your face.

“I’m not here to do anything else than what’s already happened, but thanks”. You said sarcastically and turned again to walk away.

“Okay then, see you later princess”, Eddie laughed in a carefree manner. How could he not be offended by anything even when the whole school thinks he’s a massive freak.

Despite your weird and frankly unsettling interaction with Eddie, you enjoyed the weed he gave you. You smoked it as you listened to your tapes and doodled on your math homework. It was starting to get late and you needed to sleep before one of your exams tomorrow.

The next day, in math, you smiled at the boy who suggested going to Eddie. When you sat down you joked with him that you almost didn’t make it out alive. You skipped lunch in hopes of avoiding Eddie and it seemed to work. The weekend went by faster than you could’ve hoped for and when Monday rolled around you had almost forgotten about your interaction with Eddie. Although a small part of you worried what it would be like when your parents were out of town the next time and you needed more weed.

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A few months went by and suddenly your parents were off again. Some business convention in Pennsylvania, but this time they took the car. Now you had to bike anywhere you wanted to go. Everywhere was too far to walk. You were winding down and smoking when you heard a knock at your door. Your heart beat started rising as you walked downstairs. No one was supposed to be here, so there was no possible way to know who it was. When you opened the door there wasn’t anyone. You peeked your head out further to see if you could see anyone. You closed and locked the doors and assumed it was some brat kids playing pranks on their neighbors to pass the time. Exactly ten minutes passed and it happened again. This time you were quick to open the door to maybe catch the stupid kids in the act but again nothing. The only thing to greet you was a gentle yet chill breeze. You had a thing for overthinking so you began to do just that…overthink. What supernatural thing was waiting for you out there. You tried to call Sam but like always, she was working. It was only 6pm so you decided to take a bike ride to clear your mind. Although you were high, you had no trouble operating a bike. Your house resided on an off road of one of the bigger roads, during the day it was full of people traveling to town but essentially abandoned at night. You were lazily peddling down the road when all of a sudden a car raced towards you head on. It was practically out of nowhere and it caused you to swerve into a ditch. The road was lined with forest so when you finally caught your breath, you sat at the edge of the woods trying to calm yourself down. You were too scared to go back to the road so the woods it was. The sun was setting but it was still light out. You figured you had about an hour. You wandered through the woods lighting the joint you kept in your pocket. You didn’t go far when you started to smell smoke, like a campfire. You were basically in the middle of the woods with only a road nearby so where could it be coming from. You kept walking towards the smell, hoping it was just some teens hanging out and not an entire forest fire but soon you saw the black smoke and the light and you knew your worst nightmare was coming true. You ran closer just to make sure you were seeing it for real and then out of nowhere you were hit to the ground. The hit to the face made your nose bleed and cut up your cheek and you began to cry and hyperventilate out of fear. You scrambled to your feet and began to run—something was chasing behind you. You were running through the woods with no end in sight and it was almost completely dark out. You looked back as a black shadow was behind you and you screamed as you continued to run for your life. The flames spread towards you at an almost impossible pace as you ran faster and faster, running out of breath. You saw lights in the distance and when you reached what seemed to be a trailer park you went to the first trailer you saw. You screamed and cried at the door without looking back,

“LET ME IN PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”, you pounded at the door, not caring if anyone else in the neighborhood saw or heard you. After what seemed like hours to you of pounding and screaming, the door opened and you practically fell in. Without checking to see who opened the door you scrambled in on your hands and knees and closed the door behind you as you sat with your back against it. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed and breathed fast and heavy.

“Holy shit [y/l/n], are you okay?” Eddie, you just didn’t look up to realize it yet. You sobbed and mumbled,

“There was this thing chasing me and the forest was on fire and I almost got run over and…” You kept going until whoever opened the door for you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. There isn’t any fire and no one is chasing you. It’s okay, nothing will get you in here.” Almost like a jumpscare you jolted when you looked up to see it was Eddie comforting you. Of course this is where you end up at a time like this. His voice seemed more genuine and calm than the usual weird and loud freak voice he uses at school.

“Eddie?... There is a fire, look!” You stood up and looked out the window on the door. No fire, no black shadow. You quickly turned to him,

“Then how do you explain the scratches and my nose?” You blurted out.

“You look fine to me?” You touched your face expecting to wince with pain upon touching your wounds but there was nothing there. He seemed a little nervous and frankly shocked that the quiet girl in his English class, who bought weed from him that one time burst through this door screaming and crying. Suddenly, you shoved Eddie pushing both hands to his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the FUCK did you put in my weed FREAK!” you yelled at him and he just stared back with a scared and confused look on his face.

“Did you lace this shit with something FREAK, was that your plan the whole time? Drug me and then who knows what! Now I’m having crazy hallucinations because of you!” You took a second to catch your breath before you began sobbing again, falling back to your space against the door. Eddie didn’t dare to approach you and began speaking softly,

“[y/n], I swear there was nothing in the weed I gave you, never in my wildest dreams would I think about doing that. I always smoke the weed I get first before selling it to other people just to make sure it doesn’t have any nasty shit in it.” He slowly stood up and walked over to kneel down next to you.

“I need you to believe it wasn’t me”. You were so confused and scared that all you could muster out was,

“Yeah right freak.” For a while there was silence. You sobbed into your knees as Eddie just sat there. He gently placed a hand on your knee just as he did before which encouraged you to look up at him. Your mascara and eyeliner smudged all across your face. He met your eyes surprisedly after half expecting you to either hit him for touching you or just keep crying.

“Hey, [y/n], it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do you wanna talk about it?” He seemed genuine and deep down you knew he didn’t put anything in the weed, you just didn’t have any better explanation for what had happened.

“No, I don’t think I can. Frankly I’m a little too high and whatever the fuck was out there almost gave me a heart attack.” Eddie understood and gave you some water. He eventually urged you to move to the couch where it was more comfortable despite the safety you felt in your spot against the door. The trailer was nothing special. It was what you expected from the Eddie Munson himself—empty soda cans and newspapers filled every empty spot where there wasn’t an ashtray or playboy magazine. Thank god he eventually told you his uncle was out drinking and would likely not be home until morning. It was only 8 o’clock now and Eddie kindly offered you some leftover pizza. You felt sick and coming down from your high was only making you feel more anxious. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and asked if he could sit next to you. In a normal situation you would never let Eddie The Freak Munson within 5 feet of you but near death experiences were the exception. He sat so your arms were touching but he faced painfully straight forward. He lowered his head towards his knees and started talking to get rid of the loud silence.

“Are you home alone this weekend again?”

“What?”

“Well when we met up, you said you needed something to calm you down because your parents were out of town, did they leave again?” He remembered, you thought.

“Yeah, until Monday morning, they even took the car, so I just thought I would go for a bike ride, turned out to be a terrible idea”.

“I’m sorry, you should stay here tonight, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch”. He never lifted his head to look at you.

“Eddie, I can’t. I would never ask you to sleep on your couch.” Despite the fact that you could barely move, you didn’t want to think of what a night at Eddie’s trailer could be like.

“Hey, I fall asleep here like all the time when I’m drunk, I promise it’s okay.” He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s comfy I swear.” He patted the cushions and exhaled a bit symbolizing a laugh.

“I really can’t go back outside, I’ll only stay if you really think it’s okay”. Eddie seemed nicer in this context. He wasn’t so painfully annoying as his usual loud, obnoxious self seemed to be.

“Of course, it’s okay. Let me go clean my room just a bit, there’s some things in there that I don’t think you wanna see.” He laughed lightly.

“Wait.” You said as he went to stand up.

“Stay here for a second.” He sat back down without question and looked at you. You continued,

“You know, you aren’t the freak everyone says you are. Yeah maybe you’re weird and frankly a little nerdy but not a freak.” You laughed and looked into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it was the comfort he provided you after whatever the hell happened to you back there but he was kind of cute.

“Haha, [y/l/n], did you really make me sit back down just to tell me I’m not a freak? Is that your version of a compliment? You do realize if anyone gave me more than two seconds of their attention maybe they would realize the same?”

“Sorry, I just figured you should hear it. Not that we really know each other but I’ve never seen this side of you. Quiet and calm.” You laughed slightly.

“You’re the same. You are completely silent in our English class, I never see you at lunch or after school and then suddenly you are screaming bloody murder at my door.”

“Fine, I guess that’s true. How about we forget everything before this happened and we get to know each other for real…like friends.” He took a second in silence.

“You really wanna be friends [y/l/n]?” You wanted to answer but you were too tired, you bobbed your head as you began to fall asleep. The blanket was warm and his presence was comforting.

“Okay [y/l/n], I’m gonna clean, give me five, I’ll be right back”. You could sort of see him through your heavy eyelids picking up dirty clothes and random shit off of his floor. The trailer wasn’t all that big but you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was cleaning just for you. You must have fallen asleep when Eddie returned and picked you up in a bridal carry to bring you to the bed. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket and whispered to himself,

“Damn, I never thought this would be the way [y/l/n] was gonna be in my bed. Thought it was gonna be more sexy to be honest”. He laughed slightly.

“I heard that.” You mumbled.

“Shit. Oh well, sweet dreams. I’ll be on the couch, let me know if you need anything. There’s clean clothes on the desk if you wanna wear them in the morning” You slept well. His room was small but cozy and smelled just like him. Despite the weird mix of smoke and cologne, it sort of smelled good and in the morning when you opened your eyes you noticed the massive CD collection he had. Some were stacked in piles, others just thrown about. An organized mess. You changed into the clothes he left for you. Some band t-shirt and sweatpants that you could tell he never wore. Eddie Munson in anything other than black skinny jeans? Absolutely not. Eddie was still asleep when you decided to get up. You found the bathroom and then a glass of water. You leaned against the counter and looked at Eddie fast asleep on the couch. He seemed at peace. His face was soft and almost baby-like. You thought about all the things people said about him, to him—all the things you said about and to him. You felt bad because he truly didn’t deserve it. The way he was so gentle with you last night when he could’ve just been an asshole, proved it. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you gathered your stuff and slipped out of the trailer almost silently. You would see Eddie at school on Monday and you didn’t want to think about that now.

You could finally see the trailer park you were in. Nothing special. You didn’t dare go back through the woods even despite the light of the morning. You didn’t have your bike either, it was still abandoned by the side of the road you guessed so you just had to walk. It was gonna be a long walk but you felt more safe and grounded this way. About an hour into your who knows how long walk, a van pulled up next to you. You looked, it was Eddie. You did just leave without saying anything and maybe he was concerned about your safety.

“Hey! Friends don’t just leave friends without saying goodbye especially after one of them had a crazy spell not even 24 hours ago! Get in!” You sighed but he was right, you did say you wanted to be friends and you did feel bad for leaving him. Plus, where were you gonna walk to? Your house where you would be alone again? No chance. You got in and he started down the road.

“Sorry, Eddie, I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome or anything.”

“Not possible princess, you are welcome anytime.” You giggled.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Second friend lesson…friends trust friends.”

“I’ve got friends, Eddie.”

“And how many of them have saved you from crazy shadow demons?” You punched him lightly in the arm. He brought you to a point away from the town that overlooked the downtown area, Hawkins High and the surrounding forests.

“No one ever comes here, consider it my spot that I am graciously sharing with you, although I would be surprised if you could find it again without my directions.”

“It’s beautiful up here, why'd you bring me here?”

“Well, m’lady, I figured since we are friends now, we ought to get to know the basics about each other, get it all out of the way so we get into the good stuff like childhood trauma and deepest secrets.” You both laughed. Suddenly you were doing just that. You sat on the tail of his van with the doors open allowing you to take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie was wearing what he always wore and you were still in his clothes. You asked him about the sweatpants. He swore he got them for gym class but ended up skipping every time.

“It’s either black skinny jeans, boxers or nothing” He laughed. You sort of blushed at the thought of him stripped down. You didn’t smoke cigarettes but today you did as you passed it back and forth with Eddie. You were there for hours and suddenly you saw the moon begin to rise. It was getting late and you were certainly not going home and you didn’t want to make things awkward with Eddie by asking to stay at his house so you gave him directions to Sam’s house. You didn’t care if she had work or not. You were staying there. Plus you knew her parents well enough to show up without calling and they would invite you in with no questions asked. You waited in Sam’s room and she busted open the door and immediately asked what was wrong. You NEVER showed up without letting her know. You told her everything. Everything everything. No detail left out. You always told eachother everything eventually, even if you left buying drugs from Eddie out originally, she knew now.

“Wow, so you are really a thing with Eddie The Freak Munson. Never thought that could be what you had to tell me.”

“We are NOT a thing, just friends. Plus how was I supposed to know it was his trailer, it could’ve been a serial killer or something. You can’t trust everyone around here. He’s really nice, and kind of funny. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

“You don’t get nicknamed ‘the freak’ if you aren’t a freak. Just be careful is all.”

“Yeah yeah, I will, now I am going to sleep because I haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours thank you very much.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.

“Fine but you aren’t getting away with this friendship with THE Eddie Munson so easily. I still have more questions. Like does he really call you ‘princess’ THAT much? Anyways, goodnight”.

“Yes, yes he does. Goodnight.”

Eventually your parents returned but you didn’t tell them anything. You answered ‘how was your weekend’ with ‘fine’ and went to school. You saw Eddie in English and lunch but didn’t talk to him. He was back to his annoying loud self and you walked out of the lunchroom just as he began to stand on the table to say something about jocks and how much he hated basketball. Usually you would take the bus home but your mother wanted to pick you up and take you to some appointment. As you waited by the parking lot and sat under a tree, Eddie approached you.

“Hey princess, gotta say I’m surprised you are never ever here after the buses leave. What’s up?”

“My mother is picking me up for some appointment, just waiting I suppose.”

“Well, I guess a lady should not have to wait on her own.” He sat down. Even if you did want to wait alone, there he was sitting next to you. There was still a part of you that didn’t want to be seen with Eddie Munson but you knew that wasn’t right. He was just sitting contently, not talking for once when you said,

“Hey, come to my house tonight, we can study for our English exam. I know for a fact, you have not been paying attention in class and unfortunately, I don’t think you should become a quadruple senior if it can be avoided.” You both laughed.

“Fine, I’ll come over but I can’t promise I will pay attention to anything you try to teach me princess.” Suddenly, your mom pulled up and you shoved your Walkman in your bag and stood.

“7pm, Oak St, red door. Do not bring any drugs or my mom will flip.”

“Got it, Ms. Goody two shoes”. He mocked. You affectionately flipped him off and got into the car with your mom.

“Who is that?” She asked as soon as your head was inside the car. You knew to lie.

“Just a boy from my English class. He knows I study a lot so he asked if I could tutor him before our test tomorrow, he’s coming over tonight.”

“Fine, but he looks like trouble. You better keep your door open and he has to leave by 10. Got it?”

“Got it.” The thing is…he was trouble and you knew it deep down but he was freer than you, he was free in the way you wanted to be and you were going to take any opportunity to live like he did, even if he didn’t always make the best decisions.

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He came over, and it went well. He didn’t do much studying but you didn’t care, you just liked hanging out with him. He would lay on your bed tossing an old baseball into the air and catching it while you entertained him with stories of your childhood and middle school phases. He did the same and you would just talk to ages. It felt good to talk to someone that way considering you were quiet 90% of the time. “Study” night became a weekly thing. Tuesday nights when he didn’t have his weird D&D club.

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A few months went by of fairly consistent study nights and suddenly it was time for the school’s biggest pride, the basketball game. Frankly you wished it were something cooler like football, but there weren’t enough players for a team. Therefore, the final basketball game was the cherished social event of the season. You had to go because Sam was on the cheer team even though you dreaded sitting in a hot gym watching frail high school boys throw an orange ball around just to get excited when it made it into the hoop. It all seemed trivial to you. Eddie wasn’t there from what you could tell, if anyone hated basketball more than you it was him. It was just after half time when you decided to step outside to smoke—one of the worst influences Eddie had on you. You walked a few feet from the building when you saw him standing against a wall also smoking. You immediately put out your cigarette and ran over to him, happy to get a break from all the fakeness happening just inside the gym doors. Everyone was just trying to be someone else for the people they wanted to see. Guess that’s high school for you.

“Eddie! What are you doing here? I thought you hated basketball?” You hugged him nonchalantly.

“I do, I just missed you and knew you would be here. Plus my uncle is drinking at the trailer and I would rather not be home with him ya know?”

“You miss me? Eddie, it's not like we are dating or anything?” You laugh, oblivious to the slight hurt in his voice when he says,

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to see my favorite friend”. He forced a smile.

“Wanna hang out in your van? I could use a break from whatever the hell is happening in there”.

“Sure! Right this way m’lady.” Truth be told, Eddie was horny, and yes he did miss you and he did want to see you but he also wanted more. He was horny enough to drive all the way to the high school and to wait for you outside. Even if he didn’t get to touch you, which he never would without permission, he could at least look at you and lately he had to make due, considering you weren’t ‘dating or anything’. You sat in the back of his van and drank from the bottle he gave you. You began to relax as he sat next to you. Suddenly you grabbed his hand to examine his rings. You and Eddie didn’t touch all that often. Besides the playful punch or pat on the back, you kept your distance. Not for any particular reason, you just never felt the need to be touchy. Eddie was too scared to touch you because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. You used your other hand to trace around his rings. They were huge and cold and the sensation was nice to your tipsy self. You asked him what each one was and if it had a meaning and he tried his best to focus on the questions but frankly all he could focus on was how your soft skin felt on his. He had always noticed you, not in a sexual way at first, but you always caught his attention, which is why he was secretly ecstatic when you wanted to buy drugs from him—an opportunity to get to know more about you. He was joking when he said that thing about you being in his bed that first night you spent in his trailer but as you spent more time together he noticed the little things about you, the little things that you didn’t want other people to notice. For example, he loved how your freckles darkened after sitting in the sun and he loved how the curve of your neck led to your collarbones. He loved how you started painting your fingernails black after he gave you his bottle of nail polish. Every little detail he found entrancing and sexy. He knew you didn’t feel the same and so he never said anything but something about tonight made him actually get up to find you. Jerking off in his room alone just wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want you to stop but you got up and out of nowhere said,

“Give me your rings.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his haze.

“Give them to me I wanna do something”. Frankly he would do anything you said. He took off his rings, which in all honestly he never took off, this was the first time they came off since he put them on. You slid them onto your fingers and they were entirely too big but you promised to be careful. Next you found one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts and switched it for whatever shirt you were wearing. You turned around so he wouldn’t see your bra but still Eddie gulped at the thought of you in just a black bra. When you turned back around you put on an annoying high pitched voice and said,

“Hello, princess. I am Eddie Munson and I play D&D and like Black Sabbath and sometimes I smoke. Also did I mention I have yet to graduate from high school?” You stumbled around giving your best Eddie impression. Although the alcohol made it seem much more spot on than in reality.

“What the fuck is that, [y/l/n]. You’re drunk. Sit down before you hurt yourself. Also I do not sound like that.”

“I’m not drunk, just tipsy and having fun is all.” You weren’t drunk, that was the truth but you just wanted to let go and have fun and in comparison to your normal personality, it seemed as though you were very very drunk.

“Give me my rings back before you break them or something else in here.” He laughed, it was quite entertaining. You gave all the rings back except one. It was one of the smaller rings and it fit perfectly on your index finger. Along with the ring you kept the t-shirt on. Eddie tried not to stare at the way it hugged your breasts and fell past your shorts. When he realized he’d been staring for too long he said the first thing that came to his mind,

“So…uh…how was the game before you left.”

“HA, like you care... We were winning”.

“You’re right I don’t care.” He took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. If he was going to say anything it had to be now. It had to be in this perfect moment of tipsiness where you were wearing his t-shirt in the back of his van spending time with him and only him.

“Fuck.” That’s all he could say. Desperate and still very horny.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I don’t know if I should say”. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“Eddie, you can tell me anything. We haven’t been hanging out this much just to not tell eachother everything.” You meant it, he could tell you anything, it wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

“This is different though.” He somberly smiled.

“Fine then, don’t say it, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“Fuck it. Fine…” He sat up and looked at you.

“It’s just that you are in my van with my t-shirt on and my ring and maybe it’s just because I’m super horny tonight or whatever but I would kill someone just to fuck you right now.” He didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Eddie, I…” You weren’t sober enough to completely and thoroughly process what he had said and it took you by surprise.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say that and if you don’t want to be friends or whatever anymore, I get it. If you wanna go, just go.”

“No Eddie, listen…” But he wasn’t.

“I mean fuck, this always happens, I always have to ruin the relationships that are the most important to me. FUCK.” You could tell he was spiraling and to be fair maybe you did want him to fuck you. Does he think you were playing with his rings for fun? Some men are so oblivious. He kept babbling on and you knew speaking wasn’t going to work so you gently placed your hand on his cheek and pulled his face to look at yours.

“Eddie, stop. Listen to me. Nothing you could say would change the way I feel about you. A little horniness isn’t going to change anything”. You laughed at the way it sounded.

“And who says I don’t want you to fuck me. Not to generalize you or whatever but you do happen to be a hot rocker boy with a van. Can’t say I haven’t imagined what you’d do to me every now and then.” Eddie swallowed and chose his next words carefully.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying [y/n]?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but all you said was,

“God Eddie, fuck me please, at least kiss me.” And with that Eddie was sitting in front of you pulling you in gently for a kiss. He knew he was eager to touch every part of you, to taste every part of you but he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t supposed to. He was respectful and kind and asked you if he could touch you here or kiss you there. He took it slow and you didn’t mind. It was amazing. You tried not to think about all the other girls he must have done this with.

“Fuck Eddie, that feels so good”, you moaned out as he licked the sweet spot he found on your neck. He knew that this opportunity may never come again and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. You pushed him back and made him sit against the wall as you straddled him. It wasn’t a surprise when you felt how hard he was underneath you. He was containing himself very well for the circumstances. He cursed and moaned as you grinded on him gently, trying to get a reaction from him. You pulled at the base of his hair and when your eyes met his was full of lust. You leaned in to kiss him and only pulled away to catch your breath. His hand traveled under your shirt and stopped when he touched the edge of your bra. He pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could keep going and when you said yes, and he struggled to undo the clasp of your bra, you reached back and did it yourself. Maybe he hasn’t been with as many girls as you thought. He slowly raised your shirt until it was almost at your neck so you could give him the go ahead. He took off your shirt, threw it to the side and helped you slip your bra off. He stared at your bare chest for a minute before bringing his hands to them. You sighed as he finally made contact with your sensitive nipples. You sat up on your knees so he could reach them with his mouth and he did not hesitate to please. You again began to slowly grind on him and he moaned onto your breasts, the vibration sending a shot of pleasure through your core. His hands explored your hair and your back as you suddenly pulled away.

“It feels awfully unfair that one of us still has their shirt on”. Eddie quickly threw his shirt to the ground and you ran your hand over his necklaces that sat perfectly on his chest, down to the waistband of his infamous black skinny jeans. You backed away from the straddling position you were in so you could effectively pull down his pants and boxers. Eddie’s big personality didn’t end at his dick—he was long and relatively thick, to be fair you didn’t have many previous examples to compare him to. He was also hard, very hard and the precum oozing out of his tip was a testament to just exactly how turned on he was. To be fair you had never given a blowjob before but if there is one thing you learned from Sam, it was to fake til you make it. Confidence took over as you used your thumb to spread the liquid around his tip. Eddie hissed in pleasure and managed to say almost every curse word he could think of. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for months and he wouldn’t let anything ruin it. You removed your hand, spit on it and placed back onto his dick, beginning to slowly move up and down. You watched his face to see what pressure and speed got the most reaction and kept it going.

“Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck him off. He was in heaven, you could tell by the whimpers and sounds he was making. Who knew that such a loud, confident boy could completely change just because of your touch. Everytime his hips bucked up you gently pushed them down with your free hand. His whimpers grew louder as he got closer to releasing and you knew what you wanted. You kept the pace going and soon enough he was pulling on your hair and cumming into your mouth.

“Fuck princess, holy shit, that was amazing.” You looked up at him and swallowed as he watched. The action made him groan.

“You're incredible, princess. God, I do not regret coming here tonight. Shit.” He was breathing heavily, chest moving up and down along with his necklaces.

“Who says the fun has to stop?” You said slyly.

“Are you sure princess? You want to keep going? We don’t have to, it's okay.”

“There is no way I did all that just to get nothing back.” You stood up the best you could without hitting the ceiling of the van and you pushed your shorts off leaving just your black lacy underwear. He quickly pulled you back down and pushed himself between your legs. Kissing your thighs, he hooked one finger through the leg of your underwear and began to gently pull them down. His mouth never left the soft inside of your thighs. Suddenly you were completely naked before Eddie Munson and it was invigorating. There was a part of you that was insecure and worried what he would think considering you only had a few basic sexual experiences before. You didn’t know what you would taste like or look like to him and you were nervous. Not nervous enough to stop, just the type of nervous that’s in the back of your mind. Eddie could tell you were hesitant so he brought his head to yours, planting a firm and quick kiss on your lips before saying,

“Hey, if you’re worried, we really can stop. I won’t mind.” God, he was so sweet but you wanted this.

“No, Eddie, it’s really okay. I just haven’t done this before and I want it to be good for you.”

“Princess, believe me, I’ve imagined this moment in my head hundreds of times and so far you’ve more than exceeded my expectations. I’ll go slow, I promise.” Did he really desire you this much? You worried he only became friends with you just for the sex, but that wasn’t something you could think about now. He slowly lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed your thighs once more before gently licking your folds stopping at your clit to lick circles around it. God you hoped he was enjoying just as much as you were. Eddie groaned everytime you moaned his name and truthfully he was enjoying it probably even more than you. If he had his way, you would be sat on his face for hours but he knew he had to work up to that. In between licks he would mutter things like,

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me.” and “God you taste amazing”. Despite the pleasure you were feeling, you were happy for the reassurance. He went on for a few minutes only stopping to breathe or say something or moan. You started to feel the signs of an incoming climax but before you could say anything Eddie put two fingers inside of you, agonizingly slowly pushing in and out hitting your g-spot everytime. The cold metal of his rings lightly touching the sensitive folds Eddie had been licking for what felt like an eternity. You were a mess—moaning and calling out his name. Eddie was treating you like his last meal and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone onto his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You kept cursing and moaning as he didn’t let up and made your orgasm last as long as possible. When he finally lapped up every drop of wetness you produced. He sat up and looked at you as he licked his fingers causing you to sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He thought about how hot it was that you would be able to taste yourself left on his lips. He sat in front of you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body as reassurance to himself that you were okay. When he pulled away from you he had that concerned look on his face again,

“[y/n], are you still okay? How was that?” You could tell he needed even more reassurance and so you said,

“Eddie, that was amazing. You did such a good job. Are you okay?” He lit up at the praise and smiled before kissing you again.

“Princess, do not worry about me. I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.” He laughed lightly. You looked down and saw he was hard again. He blushed when he noticed you looking.

“It’s okay, we can stop.” But you needed him, you felt empty when his fingers left you and you knew he could fill you up even more. You looked at him dead in the eyes and said with a seriousness in your voice,

“Eddie, I said I wanted you to fuck me, so. fuck. me.” He took no hesitation to lead you to lay down on your back. He kneeled in between your legs and rubbed himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel good after.” He assured you. How had he known you were a virgin? It’s not like you had ever told him explicitly. Yeah you had touched yourself before and gave a handjob to your 8th grade boyfriend but it wasn’t as good as this. He slowly pushed inside of you and he was right, it did hurt a little. It felt tight, a tightness that he was definitely enjoying.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess. Feels so good.” He could barely get out as he hissed at the sensation. He bottomed out and began to pull out—the pain had yet to subside. When he slowly pushed back in for the second time it felt better and as he continued the pain quickly turned into pleasure and as you began moaning and throwing your head back he began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t exactly railing you as he had fantasized about but he certainly never thought he would get this far in reality so he took his time. You grabbed your legs to provide him better access and he stared at the way he went in and out of you. He bent down as his hands went from your breasts to your neck to your hair and face. You eventually grabbed his hand when it went to your neck as a sign to keep it there. He applied pressure to the sides of your neck still allowing you to breath and the lack of blood to your brain made you dizzy with pleasure.

“Aww does princess like being choked?” He said slyly.

“Fuck that’s hot”. He kept a steady pace until he was about to cum.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck. Where should I…” You interrupted him,

“Inside me, please I wanna feel it, I’m on the pill don’t worry.” You said in between heavy breaths. You felt your climax coming along as well and you knew you wanted to come with him. You changed your focus to avoid coming before him. You noticed just how hot the van had gotten and how the windows were steamed up. There wasn’t any noise outside so you assumed the game was still going. All you could hear was Eddie’s moans and heavy breaths just as you could hear yours. The sound of slapping skin wasn’t quiet either. Suddenly you were both coming together and as Eddie released into you all you could feel was the warm sensation it left. He pulled out and sat back as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. He made a mental note to never forget the sight of it. He leaned in once again to kiss you and then crawled away to find something to clean you up. His van floor was covered in blankets and pillows and magazines. Like his room it was an organized mess. He turned around with a towel in hand and assured you that it was clean. He wiped you gently leaving kisses on your forehead as he did. You both were exhausted and after finding your underwear and Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt you laid down on the van floor and closed your eyes. Eddie put on his boxers and laid next to you. You shifted your head to his chest and he placed his arm under your neck. It was nice to lay here like this. The warmth inside the van acted as your blanket as you cuddled with Eddie—both of you sticky with sweat.

“This doesn’t change anything does it?” Eddie said as he lit up a cigarette.

“No, of course not Eddie. I said that earlier.”

“Yeah but is this going to be us now? Best friends who fucked that one time?”

“I don’t know and I’m too tired to think about it. Let’s just lay like this for a little longer.” Eddie wanted to bring up how he felt for you but he decided it wasn’t the best time. You lifted your head up and planted a kiss on his jaw,

“Thank you for tonight. I really did enjoy it Eddie.” You saw him smile as you closed your eyes. Truth was, you didn’t want this to be the last time but you figured you could talk about it another time. Eddie always felt his heart race when you referred to him by his name. Most of the time people just called him ‘freak’ but you actually viewed him as a person with feelings and he couldn’t have been more grateful. You both fell asleep as your hand played with the string of his necklaces.

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You woke up a few hours later, Eddie was awake and smoking a cigarette, his arm still wrapped behind your head. You sat up a bit and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a long drag. Without saying anything you handed it back to him. You found your pants and jacket and left without saying anything. You didn’t know what to say and anything you could’ve said would have only made things more awkward. You left the van and as you looked back at Eddie his eyes were worried. He didn’t dare say anything either. You got back home and immediately went to sleep—or at least tried as your mind raced with memories of only hours before. You liked spending time with Eddie and it was true when you said he was hot—it’s just that you never considered what it would be like to date him. Truth be told you were scared of commitment and you didn’t even know if he liked you that way or not. The harsh thought that he was just friends with you for sex, settled in and made you even more worried. You purposely avoided drama and deep relationships with people. Sam was your best friend and you told her everything about your current life but that didn’t mean she knew anything about your life before Hawkins. Same went for Eddie. You hung out and he knew stupid shit like your favorite color and movie but not the things that really mattered and you didn’t care for people to know those things because you knew one day you would just move somewhere else or go to college and then it wouldn’t matter.

You laid in bed overthinking for hours. Thank god it was a Friday and you could have the weekend to think and just be alone. You slept, listened to your tapes and did homework the entire weekend and suddenly it was Monday. You didn’t want to see Eddie, you decided it was better to just not think about what had happened and you knew if you saw Eddie that one, he would want to talk and two, you had to think about it. You avoided Eddie the entire week and even though he made attempts to come up and talk to you in the lunch line and at your locker, you just walked away. Eddie’s concern for you and the relationship you had turned to anger with you for ignoring him. It escalated to the point where he showed up to your house Friday night in the middle of a thunderstorm. You happened to be in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your door. You were no less than shocked when you opened the door to reveal a soaked Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing here?...Oh my god, just come in.” He stepped through the door, he seemed upset and angry even. He looked at you and then turned his head to see your parents in the living room watching TV and then back at you. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you up the stairs.

“Door open.” Your mom lazily yelled as you were dragged into your room. Eddie closed the door behind you and sat on your desk chair, still soaking wet. You grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to him. His head was in his hands as he looked at the floor—he still hadn’t said a word.

“Eddie, what is going on? You can’t just come here and drag me to my room without saying anything!” You were angry and had to remind yourself not to yell. Eddie used the towel to dry his face and without looking up he said,

“You’re the one who hasn’t said anything. You’ve been ignoring me all week.” He had a seriousness in his voice that you weren’t used to hearing.

“Eddie, I–”

“Don’t. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything.” He finally looked up at you. You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I just didn’t know what to say Eddie. It was just too much. I mean everything happened so fast and I just didn’t know what to say and I knew if I saw you, that would mean I would’ve had to think about it.”

“Do you regret it, [y/n]?”

“Eddie, no of course not. I just didn’t know what was going to happen after and I was too scared that things would change and I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.” You spoke slowly trying to find the best way to convey how you felt even though you didn’t really know yourself.

“Fuck, [y/n], you just left me in there and I thought I was never gonna see you again and then when you ignored me at school, my worst nightmare was coming true.” Being the slight asshole you were, you said,

“Me not talking to you is your worst nightmare?” There was a sense of sarcasm in your voice but Eddie was too focused to notice.

“You know I like you right?” He looked back down to the floor to avoid seeing whatever reaction you had.

“Eddie, I—fuck, this is all so confusing—Eddie…I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed sleeping with you. And I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’ve always just thought of you as a friend. And there was a part of me that thought maybe you were just being my friend just to eventually have sex with me. And I—”

“Never in a million years.”

“What?” Eddie got up and sat next to you taking your hands in his.

“Never in a fucking million years would I just use you for sex”. His anger seemed to subside into concern.

“I…I just think I need time, Eddie. This is a lot all at once and I’m not used to these kinds of relationships with people.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I will always be here waiting for you.” It was true. Eddie would wait. Never in his life had someone made him feel more human than you did. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek—his still soaked hair brushing against you. The way Eddie was kind and always concerned for you melted your heart. You could cry just thinking about it. He was loud and confident but when he was with you, you could tell just how much he cared about you—he was softer. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and thought about kissing him, but you stopped yourself not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were. You didn’t know how to respond so you stood up and grabbed the towel you tossed him earlier. You brought it over and placed it over his head.

“Come on, we gotta get you dried off.” You let out a slight laugh and rubbed the towel over his hair much like how you would dry off a dog. He grabbed your forearms and let the towel slide to the floor. He looked at you once again with his soft eyes and stood up still holding onto you.

“Can I kiss you?” He said so quietly, that you could barely hear him. He continued,

“I know things are a mess right now but I—”. Before he could say anything else you kissed him bringing your hands to his face as his hands slid to your hips resting there gently. The kiss was loving, not full of desire or passion but care and concern for one another. You let go and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I mean it. It was shitty. I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault for being too forward.”

“No Eddie, enough of that shit. I did something stupid and I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything back but hugged you harder. You backed away and started walking downstairs, he followed.

“I’ll see you Monday Eddie. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you princess.” He said with a smile and left back into the rain. It’s not like you could tell your parents about the current situation so you called Sam. Sam was friends with everyone. She was kind and respectful and was always doing one extracurricular or another and she always gave you the best advice. Sam functioned as though she had her whole life planned out, she knew who she wanted to be and you were just glad she wouldn’t judge you for the story you were about to tell her.

—Sorry for the abrupt cutoff! I swear I’m writing more as you read this! Stay tuned!

[scone-lover]

Happy Birthday to Holding Out For a Hero!!! ❤️

art by @subparselkie

I published the first chapter of my longest and most popular fic just about a year ago! And I bet you always wanted to see some shitty outlines. Right? Just giving the people what they want. My brain is chaos and now you all have to be subject to it. Strap in, boys. 😂 Everything’s below the cut!

Read Holding Out for a Hero on AO3

This fic was born because I saw a tumblr post about a hero and villain who are roommates and I just had to Snowbazzify it. I had so many random ideas in my brain, and I’d been engaging with fan content for the CO fandom for a few months now.

So I started off by opening a blank document and writing the Prologue, featuring Shep. I had a few basic facts in mind: Shepard’s a reporter, Simon’s a hero, Baz is a villain, Mage is an evil mayor. And that’s. Literally it. I made it up as I went along. I actually still do that with fics, even though I do try to outline in more detail now—I have to write a scene or two that’s been bouncing around in my head to get a feel for the story, then I can give it a direction.

The document is 337 pages on google docs, LOL. 

Here’s the first ever set of notes I had. I wrote this on March 29, 2020, directly after typing out the Prologue! 

Like I said, absolute chaos. The third Simon bullet point originally said something like “also I’m a superhero and only Penny knows,” then the following day I changed it to “but he’s so handsome? what do???” 

I didn’t publish the prologue until writing 5-6 additional chapters, but I think the only major change was going from Baz being “The Vampire” to just “Vampire.”

Chapter 1 was originally called “not a bloody avenger” before I decided to do the rhyming thing. I actually decided that because I wrote “counter spray and earl grey” down for chapter 2, unintentionally rhyming it, and then @ashspren-writes was like, “you should make them all rhyme”... so I did. 😂 For 25 more chapters.

I have a section labeled “quickie backgrounds” in which I finally sat down halfway through writing Chapter 2 (the blade/vamp fight) and said to myself, okay, maybe they should have backstories or something. Or like, reasons for being the hero and villain. Right, yeah, those would be good to make this into a coherent story. In the first version of that, Simon was a sports coach on the side, not a baker, and Baz was an English teacher. LOL. 

Once I had all that, I literally just wrote for four days. There’s a weird kind of magic to your first-ever fic for a fandom. All your ideas and thoughts and wishes for these characters comes to a head as you suddenly have an outlet for the first time. It’s why I think people’s first works are often their best or most creative or most profound. The first couple chapters took some time and a couple 1am epiphanies, but once I got into a rhythm it was quick going. I wrote a lot of it in a linear manner, but after writing the first Simon/Baz scene (watching the news together in the flat), I doubled back and added Simon going to Penny’s house after meeting the Mage so that I could work her in as a character earlier.

Fast forward to April 5, I had 5-ish chapters written? I thought this fic would have like... 10 total. And be less than 20k. Haha. Ha. I asked @ashspren-writes to beta read for me - I’d been bouncing ideas off her since the beginning - and then I started brainstorming titles. 

The list actually started with that second one. It took a whole 24 hours to decide on the final title. 😂 I thought it might be too cheesy. But hey, it worked out -- now I can’t open AO3 without the damn song getting stuck in my head. 

I worked a LOT with my friend @ashspren-writes on this fic - we were friends long before fandom, and she was the only person I knew at the time who had read CO and was involved in the fandom. I didn’t even have a tumblr at this point, I interacted mostly through Instagram and AO3!

On April 6, right before I posted, I realized that if I was going to actually put this on AO3 I should probably know where the story was going. So I made sure Chapters 1-6 were complete, then I wrote one bullet point per chapter up until 12 or so -- you can read those below.

Then I texted ashspren THIS mess:

Some silly notes:

Then I have a section that says “Why do they even have roommates?” because it was a few chapters in and I hadn’t justified richboy Baz and superhero Simon... living together. Cool cool cool

I also did this cool little writing experiment I want to share. Remember that line in Fangirl that’s like—“Once Cath wrote what she thought was a swordfight, and Wren turned it into a love scene.” (Or maybe it was the other way around? LOL.) Anyway, there’s swordfights in this, AND love scenes, so I wanted to do a play on that for two alternate ways Simon might figure it out.

I have a huge Deleted Section in which I wrote an alternate version of Simon and Baz finding out about their secret identities. I have one version where Baz figures it out first—it’s a very tropey yet angsty scene where Simon comes home totally wrecked from a fight, and Baz realizes as he’s helping with the wounds that he caused them. I actually like it a lot, but it ended up not quite fitting with the vibe of the fic (and I rather like them finding out through kissing better). :) I also had an idea where Simon figures it out because Vampire smells like cedar and bergamot, but it really just wasn’t interesting enough. 😂

Now onto... Outlines. 

I say that hesitantly because I think these are literally a disgrace to outlines everywhere. These are the baby ones I wrote on April 6 right before posting. Some are more detailed than others, clearly...

Gotta live up to my username somehow. 

We do love to see it. ​

I love this next one: 😂 CHAOS, SCONEY.

THEN, I wrote this as a very long text to ashspren, when I realized no sconey, this is not going to be under 20k words. LOL. 

And then I did A Dumb Thing and I put it on AO3, having absolutely NO CLUE WHERE THE STORY WAS GOING. 😂 

This is my favorite heading on the document.

Another one of my favorite notes in there.

This next part wasn’t even divided into chapters yet, it’s just a word vomit. I’m so sorry you have to read this mess.

Hahaha, once upon a time there was angst in this story. 😂 

And then I realized my true calling: bakery fluff.

Then and only then, I actually decided to divide into those things called Chapters. This is the point where I made the admission to mr scone (boyfriend, not husband lol, we just call him that) that I write gay fanfiction, whoops, and can he please help me because he’s a HUGE DC comics fan and knows everything. And of course, he was super chill about it, and he did. He really did. He’s the genius behind Egghead!!! And also the entire Mage-Humdrum-Supercomputer/Politics plot. I’m serious. I did none of that.

I can’t even say I’m trying anymore. “Flort”??? I AM LITERALLY NOT TRYING.

Why yes sconey, so very specific. 😂 

This is what qualifies as a “good” outline for me, that heading was just for my betas. Isn’t it fabulous to see that some of this actually made it in and I’m capable of planning in advance? 😂 

Get ready for the shock of your life, though -- I actually have a SUUUUPER detailed outline for the two finale chapters. Because, well, it’s the finale. Wrapping up loose ends does actually require planning, WHO KNEW. Also I’d been writing and posting for a couple months at this point and it had been several more weeks in quarantine so maybe I’d regained some sense of reality? It’s like two pages but still shittily written, so I’ll just share a couple tidibits.

That bullet point is extraordinarily cracky BUT actually, Baz shooting up from the cloud like an awesome fucking hot dramatic person was one of the very first scenes I envisioned for this fic :D 

I hope you enjoyed this glimpse into my writing brain! It’s a terrifying place. I love all of you that say Holding Out For a Hero is a well-crafted masterpiece, but respectfully, no ❤️ 

(Though I swear I AM super, super happy with how it turned out - it’s still my favorite thing I’ve ever written. Read it here!!!)

[survivetoread]

Hi, I'm a new follower and I have no clue if you've done this before, but could you post a list for common diseases and symptoms? (eg: ताप, कावीळ, डोकेदुखी, अतिसार, स्नायू पेटके, चक्कर येणे) and others? I'm sorry if I'm asking too much, you don't have to ofc!

um im a medical student in maha and it's not like it's impossible to understand what the patients are saying because I do speak Hindi well and a little Marathi, but it's just a little hard! Pretty sure it'll be fine with practice anyway haha!

Also i've been going through your blog and it looks very helpful, so ty v much!

No problem! Thank you so much for what you do, especially under the present circumstances!

I've made a big big list below. I've excluded terms that are English loanwords, like मलेरिया [maleriyā] and व्हिटिलिगो [vhiṭiligo].

My main source for these was the Marathi Wikipedia, along with my own knowledge. Let me know if I've missed anything and I'll add it rightaway!

आजार, रोग, आणि लक्षणं - Illnesses, diseases, and symptoms

आजार [āzār] - illness

रोग [rog] - disease

लक्षण [lakṣaṇ] - symptom

अंतर्गळ [aṅtargaḷ] - hernia

अतिसार [atisār] - diarrhoea

अर्धशिशी [ardhaśiśī] - migraine

आकडी [ākaḍī] - convulsions

उच्च रक्तदाब [ucca raktadāb] - hypertension, high blood pressure

पोटदुखी [poṭdukhī] - stomachache

डोकेदुखी [ḍokedukhī] - headache

गुडघेदुखी [guḍghedukhī] - knee pain

सर्दी [sardī] - common cold

ताप [tāp] - fever

खोकला [khoklā] - cough

उलटी [ulṭī] - vomiting, vomit

मळमळ [maḷmaḷ] - nausea

दुखणे [dukhṇe] - to hurt, to feel pain

वेदना [vedanā] - pain

शूल [śūl] - sharp pain

जखम [zakham] - wound

कंपवात [kaṅpavāt] - Parkinson's disease

कर्करोग [karkarog] - cancer

कांजिण्या [kāṅziṇyā] - chickenpox

काचबिंदू [kāčbiṅdū] - glaucoma

कावीळ [kāviḷ] - hepatitis

कुष्ठरोग [kuṣṭharog] - leprosy

कोथ [koth] - gangrene

क्षयरोग [kṣayrog] - tuberculosis

खरूज [kharūz] - scabies

गलगंड [galgaṅḍa] - goiter

गालफुगी [gālfugī] - mumps

घटसर्प [ghaṭasarpa] - diphtheria

चक्कर [cakkar] - vertigo

चमकी [čamkī] - encephalitis

चिखल्या [cikhalyā] - athlete's foot

डांग्या खोकला [ḍāṅgyā khoklā] - whooping cough

दम लागणे [dam lāgṇe] - to be out of breath

दमा [damā] - asthma

धनुर्वात [dhanurvāt] - tetanus

निद्रानाश [nidrānāś] - insomnia

नैराश्य [nairāśya] - depression

पंडुरोग [paṅḍurog] - anaemia

रक्तक्षय [raktakṣay] - anaemia

पक्षाघात [pakṣāghāt] - paralysis

पटकी [paṭkī] - cholera

मणक्याची झिज [maṇkyācī jhīz] - ankylosing spondylitis

मद्यपाश [madyapāś] - alcoholism

मधुमेह [madhumeha] - diabetes

मुतखडा [mutakhaḍā] - kidney stone

मोतीबिंदू [motībiṅdū] - cataract

संग्रहणी [saṅgrahaṇī] - irritable bowel syndrome

संधिवात [saṅdhivāt] - gout

हत्तीरोग [hattīrog] - filariasis

रांजणवाडी [rāṅzaṇvāḍī] - stye

मूत्रमार्ग संसर्ग [mutramārga saṅsarga] - urinary tract infection

छंदिष्टपणा-अत्याग्रही विकार [chaṅdiṣṭapaṇā-atyāgrahī vikār] - obsessive-compulsive disorder

चिंतातुरता [ciṅtāturtā] - anxiety

व्यसन [vyasan] - addiction

इसब [isab] - eczema

मुडदूस [muḍadūs] - rickets

संधिवात [saṅdhivāt] - joints pain

खुपर्‍या [khup'ryā] - trachoma

डोळे येणे [ḍoḷe yeṇe] - conjunctivitis

आंधळेपणा [āṅdhaḷepaṇā] - blindness

रात���ंधळेपणा [rātāṅdhaḷepaṇā] - night blindness

नागीण [nāgīṇ] - herpes

परमा [parmā] - gonorrhoea

विषमज्वर [viṣamjvar] - typhoid fever

स्वादुपिंडदाह [svādupiṅḍadāh] - pancreatitis

[epochofbelief]

Breath Control Chapter Three

sorry about this... Tumblr deleted the first three chapters of my first fanfiction. so i’m reposting them. enjoy haha 

THREE

On Saturday night I received a text from Rhys with the address to his place. I clicked the link and found that he lived. . . In my neighborhood. My mouth popped open. Usually swimmers lived in the same area or neighborhood, and the swim team had three “hubs” that swimmers usually gravitated to. I had no idea that Rhys and I lived in the same one.  Driving me home that Saturday night must have been a cinch.

That meant it took me five minutes to walk from my townhouse in Astrid Oaks to his townhouse a few streets down. I briefly wondered who his roommate was.

I was halfway there when I got a text from Rhys.

Rhys: We changed our minds. . . We are going to drink. . . You don’t have to, but the whole team is drinking and we’re bowing to peer pressure. Just gonna stay here though. Bring what you have if you want

I read the text and slowed. Then I turned around and headed back to my place. I had a bottle of vodka in the kitchen. I didn’t want to owe Rhys or any of his friends alcohol.  In record time, I made it home, took two shots to prepare myself for a night of dealing with new people, and threw the bottle into a backpack. I hadn’t even made it halfway down the street when a familiar looking black truck pulled up next to me. 

“Feyre!”

Shit. 

I waved and tried to keep walking but the passenger door of Tamlin’s truck opened and he spilled out. That meant he’d already started drinking and was letting one of his friends drive. On the bright side,  I hadn’t seen Ianthe at the house and she didn’t seem to be in the truck, either. 

“Feyre,” he said again, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he came closer. “Come out with us. Please.” 

I made an attempt to walk around him but he gripped my wrist. “Hey. I’ve given you some space--can’t we just forget that night? I made a mistake.”

I wrenched my arm back from him. “I have plans, thanks. Enjoy your night.”

But that wasn’t enough for him. Of course it wasn’t. I took one step before the back door of the trunk pushed open from the inside and Tamlin pushed me in. Strong hands grabbed me from behind and yanked me up and inside. 

What the hell? Was this some kind of movie? I certainly was not a damsel in distress.

“Tamlin! What are you doing? Let me out!”

But before I could consider punching him in the face and getting the hell out of there, he climbed in on the other side of me, shut the door, and the truck sped down the street.

I found Bron on the other side of me, grinning fiendishly. Hart was driving. Both very large, very muscular sprinters on the team and Tamlin’s closest friends, besides Lucien. Who didn’t drink. I hadn’t spoken to Lucien for quite a while, actually. . . 

Stuck in the car, the vodka starting to make the world just a smidgen fuzzy, it dawned on me that I was in trouble. And I didn’t see a way out. My phone was in my back pocket, but I didn’t want to pull it out and text--who, Rhys? I didn’t need him coming to my rescue again. I couldn’t bother Elain with this. She’d lose it. Nesta was halfway across the country right now. And if Tamlin saw my phone, he’d probably ensure that I didn’t contact anyone. 

I was forced to abandon my plans for an escape as Tamlin unzipped my backpack and started rooting around inside of it.  Bron and Hart began whooping when he gleefully announced that, “Feyre has more liquor!” and unscrewed the cap. He passed it to Bron, who took a swig, then took it back and drank some himself. I noticed that we were now driving through downtown Prythian. Surely we would stop before too long. . . 

But Hart passed the bars, passed the turnoff for the neighborhood where swimmers usually partied, and swiftly exited the downtown area. Where were we going? 

My resolve  to “not panic” began to crumble. . . I needed to get out of this car and away from Tamlin. He wouldn’t try anything too terrible, I knew that much. But he would keep me with him until I could slip away. 

Rough hands gripped my face. “Have a drink.” He shoved the bottle of vodka at my face and I ducked my head. I was two shots deep already, and my tolerance wasn’t the highest. I needed a clear mind if I wanted to run whenever the car stopped. 

“No, thanks.” 

“Drink it!” His tone frightened me, and I reluctantly took the bottle. Pressing it to my lips, I kept them closed as I tipped the bottle up. That was clearly not enough for Tamlin, who seized my hands and tilted the bottle up. Shocked, I involuntarily took a gulp before wrenching away. 

I gagged and he removed the bottle--vodka spilling all down my t-shirt. Shit. 

He and Bron laughed, so loud I had to fight to make myself  heard. “Where are we going, Tamlin?”

Hart spoke up. “My place! It’s on the edge of town.”

I had no idea where that was. Shit, shit, shit. 

Tamlin and Bron continued sharing my vodka, me in between them, and Tamlin gradually moved closer to me. He had just slung his arm around my shoulders, singing along with the country song blasting from the radio, when the car slowed to a stop in the parking lot of a gas station. Hart hopped out to fill up the tank, and I made a wild lunge for the door on Bron’s side, thinking he’d be less inclined to stop me. I didn’t make it far--Tamlin seized my waist and yanked me back down in the seat. 

“Don’t leave, Feyreeee,” he said. 

“Tamlin. I don’t want to party now. Please just let me get out and go home.”

He thought about it--as much as a drunk 22-year-old could think. “Drink the rest of this vodka and I’ll let you go home.” 

I rolled my eyes. Fighting to keep my tone nonchalant, I said as playfully as I could, “I’m serious, Tamlin. What are you getting out of this? I won’t be any fun at the team party anyway.” 

“I want you to drink it Feyre. Forget what I did that night. It didn’t mean anything.” He paused and I noticed that his face had paled. “Let’s end this fight.” 

Fight? I was under the impression that we were broken up. However, I didn’t think bringing that up now would help my situation. Tamlin was slowly turning from pale to green. His muscular body blocked my way out. I thought that maybe if I did drink a little bit of the vodka, I could get him to drink more as well. He already looked sick. Surely it wouldn’t take much for him to need to puke. In fact, he was starting to sweat now, and I could tell a little more and he’d have to hurl. It was now or never. It would only take Hart so long to fill up with gas. 

“Okay. I’ll drink, but only if you do, too,” I said, and slowly took the bottle.

He mustered up an uneasy grin. “Uh… Okay.”

I took a swig, as small as I thought I could get away with, and while he did the same, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and kept it behind me in the seat. If my plan failed, I’d call the cops. Hart was staring at his phone, distracted. Tamlin handed the bottle back, and as I took another shot, he lunged violently sideways, falling heavily out of the truck and onto the sidewalk next to the gas pump. I grabbed my phone and leaped out of the car. I landed feet first in Tamlin’s vomit. He lunged for my ankle and I stumbled, drunk and off balance, dropping the glass bottle of vodka, which shattered all over the pavement. Tamlin released his grip on my ankle and I ricocheted forward. I landed heavily on my hands, glass piercing through one of them painfully. 

I didn’t have time to look at the cut before I was up, sprinting back in the direction of town. One glance behind me and I saw that Tamlin was still hurling his guts up in the parking lot, and neither Bron nor Hart were making an effort to chase me. I opened my phone when I thought I’d made it far enough away and saw that I had butt dialed the last person I’d texted.

Rhys. 

The call was in progress.

“Uh… hello?” I said, slowing my run to a walk as I stepped onto the brightly lit streets of downtown Prythian. Prythian was a small college town, it’s downtown area full of historical buildings that held boutiques, bars, and restaurants. Families and college students alike strolled down the streets, high off the victory of today’s football game that I had neglected to attend. The bars were already packed and it was only nine o’clock. It would take me a solid twenty to thirty minutes to get to my neighborhood on foot, a little drunk and with a cut hand. 

“Oh my god. Feyre. What the hell is going on? Where are you?” Rhysand’s voice exploded from my phone, so deafening I had to move it away from my ear. He sounded--frantic. Odd.  Rhysand was usually the picture of sophistication, of unruffled composure. It was almost like he was worried about me. 

“Calm down. I’m on Main street, next to Rita’s.” I steeled myself for what I would have to ask of him. “Could you come… pick me up?” 

“Yes. Okay. I’m in the car now, I’ll be there in less than ten minutes. Stay there.” 

I walked over to a bench a few doors down from Rita’s so I didn’t get caught up in the line to get in. As I sat down, desperately wishing I wasn’t intoxicated in the middle of a college town after daylight hours, the reality of what had just happened flooded in. 

I had spent over a year of my life with Tamlin. And he had basically kidnapped me and forced me to drink. I held the wrist of my bleeding right hand with my left, elbows on my knees, and focused on my breathing. 

A few minutes went by without event. I started checking my phone to see if Rhysand had texted or called when a voice called out from the line behind me. I hadn’t realized it had grown long enough to extend behind the bench I was sitting on. 

“Hey! Come dance!” I looked over my shoulder and found a cute (very drunk) college boy beckoning eagerly from the line. I shook my head and returned my gaze to the ground in front of me, wondering if I should disobey Rhys’s order to stay where I was. 

“Fine, I’ll come to you,” the same boy called out from behind me, and I started to panic. I’d had enough drunk college boys to last me a lifetime. I stood, tilting a bit, ready to dash across the street. But then he was there. 

Clad in his usual dark attire, his lean swimmer’s body towered above me. “Feyre,” he said softly, easing me backward onto the bench. He kneeled in front of my hand. I was crying again. Why was I always crying in front of this boy?

“Are you okay? What happened?” He spoke so fast, so frantic, I could barely follow what he was saying. “I’m parked across the street. I had to walk around a little to find you. We were getting worried that you hadn’t shown up yet and Mor and I had just decided to walk over to your place when you called. All I heard was someone yelling ‘drink!’ and then something that sounded like gagging? And glass shattering? Mor and I took separate cars to cover a wider range of the downtown area.” 

His worry clarified the danger I had been in. My tears fell thick and fast as the story poured out of me. Rhys took my hand while I explained everything. His hands were gentle as he inspected the glass embedded in my palm. I didn’t care to look at my bloody hand and instead focused on his face. As I finished recounting the night’s events, I watched his expression change from one of concern,  then to disgust, before it landed on anger. 

“We have to report that, Feyre.”

I snatched my hand away. “Like hell are we reporting it. Tamlin probably won’t even remember what happened. I don’t need any more attention from the coaches. Telling them this would include telling them I drank, and I’ll be kicked off the team. I want to forget that this night ever happened.” 

“Okay, okay. I understand. I just--that was wrong what he did to you, Feyre. Wrong on so many levels.” 

I nodded. “I know,” I said softly. 

Hesitantly, he reached out and wiped away the fresh tears that had escaped my eyes. I jumped at how gentle his touch was.  The anger he’d shown only moments ago had faded into something I couldn’t quite place. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but he took my hand again, quickly, as though desperate for something to focus on. “I can only see one piece of glass in this. I can try to take it out now, but we should probably wait until we get back to Astrid Oaks.” 

I sighed. Whatever I’d seen in his eyes a moment ago was gone. “Okay.” 

“Let’s get out of here,” Rhys said. The shouts from the line behind us had faded for a while, but they were beginning to intensify as those in line cast around for any form of entertainment during their wait. 

Rhys stood. He looked down at me, and seemed to be debating something with himself. His arm twitched, as though he wanted to grab my good hand, or put his arm around me to lead me across the street. Then he turned.  

I stood and followed his lead, the world tilting and then righting itself thanks to the vodka.. “Rhys.”

He stopped in the middle of the empty street, pivoting to face me. My eyes met his violet ones, and for a second, it was just us. No noise from the bars, not a single car on the road.  Everything stopped as I looked at him. As he gazed at me. “Thank you,” I said quietly. “For coming to help me.”

He cleared his throat, then started for the car again. “Anytime, Feyre darling.” 

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Rhys held the door to the passenger seat open for me as I climbed in. Cradling my bloody hand, I watched him dash around the front of the car before he swung into the driver’s seat.  He rifled through the glove box and handed me a pack of tissues. “Sorry I don’t have anything better.” 

“No, this is great. Thanks.” I grabbed the tissues and tried to wipe off some of the dried and fresh blood from my hand. 

Rhys was quiet for the ten minute drive. He pulled into our neighborhood and headed for my house. Thank God. If I wasn’t up for hanging with his friends before this, I definitely wasn’t now. I had made it out of the car and halfway up the sidewalk to my house when I noticed someone sitting on my doorstep.

“Hi, Mor.”

The gorgeous blonde grinned at me, circumstances be damned. “Feyre! I’m so glad you’re okay.” She jumped up and rushed toward me. “Your hand! Oh my God. Say no more, I’ve got you covered.”

I could practically feel Rhys rolling his eyes from behind me. “Mor’s going to be a doctor one day. She never shuts up about it.”

“Don’t listen to Rhys. He’s much too dumb to even think about getting a medical degree. No doubt he has already tried telling you how to fix your hand in addition to claiming to be an expert on everything else. Well, I’m here to tell you that he’s a know-it-all and you should come to me for help with stuff like this from now on.”

Amused, I ignored Rhys’s disgruntled “Hey!” from behind me. Rhys and his group were always so serious on the pool deck--or at least any time I saw them.  Even when out partying with the team, they kept to their circle. This side of Rhys, and his friend, was surprising. “With all due respect, Mor, I think I’m going to try to avoid stuff like this from now on.”

Mor’s grin widened. “I have a feeling we are going to be great friends, Feyre.” 

I didn’t say anything. But despite my own history of keeping my circle of friends small, despite everything that had happened to me tonight, I smiled. 

Maybe it wasn’t too late for friends. 

Mor led me into the house, breezing down the hallway as though she owned the place. She pushed me into one of the chairs at my own kitchen table and started rifling through my cabinets. She found the first aid kit in record time for someone who’d never set foot in my kitchen before.

She made short work of my wound. She extracted the shard and bandaged me up with confidence, even though I was sure that as a junior she didn’t have much medical training yet. Nevertheless, her assured demeanor made me feel as though I was in very capable hands.

“Rhys, be a dear and get my phone off the front porch,” Mor asked sweetly as she finished with my hand. “I promised I’d call Azriel to give him an update. If you don’t mind, Feyre. Everyone was worried when Rhys and I explained where we were going.”

I shook my head. “That’s, uh, fine. If we can keep this whole thing within your group, though, that’d be great.”

“Of course.” She packed up the kit and crossed the kitchen to replace it within the cabinet. “If you want to talk about it, or decide you want to report that bastard’s behavior, you tell me. Whatever you want. I’ll help.” I had a feeling she’d only sent Rhys to get her phone so she could speak to me without him there. She might have even left her phone out there on purpose.

Stunned by her kindness, by her strength, I could only manage to nod. 

Not too late for friends, indeed. 

After sitting around my kitchen table and talking about nothing for a half hour, Mor said she was going to head back to her and Rhys’s shared place. Probably to drink the rest of the night away.  I thanked her emphatically, and she merely promised me she’d be over in the morning to check on my hand and take me to breakfast. She said everything with such confidence that I didn’t even try to deny her. Her mood was infectious, even at the end of what was arguably one of the worst nights of my life. Before I knew it, she was gone, leaving Rhys and me alone in my dark kitchen. 

He sighed, and moved to stand up. Before I could talk myself out of it, I placed my good hand on his forearm before he could. “Rhys. I don’t understand why you did it, but I cannot thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.  Everything you’re doing for me. Driving me home from the Halloween party, inviting me to hang out with your friend group--something I’m sure you don’t really want me messing up, and picking me up tonight. I owe you.”

His eyes, locked on my hand on his arm for the duration of my small speech, moved to meet mine. “You wouldn’t mess up my friend group. And you owe me nothing. I’ve been a crappy leader to this team, keeping to myself and my friends. You’re my teammate. And worth a lot more than you give yourself credit for.” 

I withdrew my arm. “Well. Thank you. Maybe. . .”

He raised his brows. 

“Maybe I can hang out with you guys some other time.” 

All the tension left his face. “Anytime, Feyre darling. Anytime.”

I walked him to the door. He was all the way down the front steps before he turned and said, “I mean it. Call me if you need anything. Anytime.”