#maybe someone new? mwahaha

[dark-and-kawaii]

KIWI!!! What’s your opinion on watersports? •⩊•

( Inlove with your writing btw!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ )

Ew, gross, BLAHG…. Just kitten, I LOVE it!!!

Honestly it’s one of my biggest kinks to read/write about especially when the guy uses reader as a urinal. The next one would be lactation, absolutely delicious!!!!

I’ve written a few stories on it but sadly I lost like two. Rest in spaghetti.

I was actually working on a piece for it!!! Whaaaa omg I’m going to share a teaser!!! Just for you baby xoxo

"Disgusting little whore," he growls, "getting off on being treated like actual garbage. Look how that greedy cunt swallows every up- gonna fill you up till you’re nice a bloated, till that tummy of yours is sloshing around with my piss."

You sob and writhe beneath him, pussy clenching desperately around his fat cock as he brutalizes your aching hole. The first splash of hot piss makes your head fuzzy- the room spinning, your thoughts muddled, focused purely on the heat that fills you.

It feels dirty, so incredibly filthy- but you feel the tightness in your core, the heat of your arousal spilling out between your thighs, and you realize you're enjoying every single moment.

The sensation of his piss, the thick, warm liquid pouring deep inside of you, sloshing against your gummy walls as he rocks his hips into you… The wet, squelching sounds and the musky smell of urine- the thought of how incredibly wrong it is- all of it brings you over the edge… Until finally you wail out, back arching as you cum, pussy throbbing and fluttering around the massive cock stretching you wide.

"F-fuck..." the man above you stutters, his face scrunching in pleasure, "that’s it, take it like the urinal you are," he taunts, continuing to fuck you through the steady stream, "cant even hold it all in, leaking everywhere like a broken toilet."

Thank you for the looooooove <33333

And if this is for a specific jjk man then i will have it posted over on @sinkuna

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[two-white-butterflies]

is it over now? | c16

Description: You reminisce about a relationship that was never meant to be. Charles moves on - but you stay there.

Pairing: charles leclerc/short!reader

(not really that short, more like 4'11 - 5'3)

yournamelovely: 1989 (Taylor's Version) is out now! I had so much fun being the only feature in the remastered album. Please listen to 'Is It Over Now?' 💙🦋 Thank you for this beautiful opportunity Tay!

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theraindrops4: I'm so proud of you 😭

taylorswift: 💙

nickdevries: Don't forget us when you're famous. - yournamelovely: Who are you again??

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There were many different ways to get over a breakup; some of them included healing, traveling and finding yourself - but how could you get over Charles fucking Leclerc? He was everything that you wanted in a man - dimpled cheeks, monegasque accent, and a perfect family that you adored. He was everything you needed.

When he decided to call things off three months ago. You haven't been the same. "Congrats on your new song with Taylor! I listened to it and I can't believe you both kept it hidden for 6 years?" Selena chuckled while handing you one of Taylor's famous mocktails.

"It was supposed to be in my debut album - but it didn't make sense. Now, I think - it makes absolute sense." you chuckled, staring off to the side. Yep, Charles' new fling was a Slovakian model - who by all means, looked beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes, you couldn't find it in yourself to hate her. How could anyone hate an angel?

"Oh come on, we have to catch up soon. You still haven't told me about the thing with Charles." Blake's eyes narrowed, she leaned on the door-frame - eyes trailing back and forth between you and her kids that were running around the backyard. "What is there left to say? Our relationship was amazing - it ended and we're going in separate ways." you simplified, leaning on the chair.

Blake took a deep breath, finally settling down in between Selena and Ryan. "I always thought that you'd end up together," she admitted - although she sooner realized that it wasn't the proper thing to say. "Charles, ending up with someone? He's not the guy that dreams about marriage. Maybe in another life, I'll want something less." you looked in the deep horizon.

"Maybe it was for the better that things ended - you obviously didn't agree on big things. You deserve to be happier." Ryan butted in the conversation, sensing that you were in deep thought. "I guess," you agreed with a hum.

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yournamelovely: quickie mart mwahaha

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yournamelover: WHAT IS THIS HUMOR? HAHAHA

charlos92: please get back with charles

destinyshanggggee: I WOULDN'T MARRY ME EIGHTER

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olenna_markiz: Congratulations lovie! @Charles_Leclerc

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hollyshit2: YOU LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

bolld6: the look of pure love omg

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charlesandy/nforever: real eyes realize that she was the one ...

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derivativeofx: The way that he threw it all away 😭

leftovers8: WE NEED AN EXPLAINATION

yournameleclerc: huhuhuhu

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You thought that having the internet hate Charles' new girlfriend would make you feel better - but it honestly made you feel worst. The entire fucking world fucking hates her, thinks that she's better than you - but it wouldn't change the fact that he chose her. It wouldn't change the fact that you didn't blame her.

You would risk the world for Olenna Markiz too.

"There has been a flurry of hate in social media directed towards your past relationship and his new girlfriend. What do you have to say about that?" the interviewer cornered you. The grip on your hoodie tightened - you wanted to buy food, but the Paps found you. "This is about Charles and Olenna, right? I'll be blunt - our relationship did end on a sour note but it's not an excuse to be mean towards her."

"- at the end of the day, we're separately happy. Please stop making rumors about us or about her. Especially her - because umm she wasn't the reason for our breakup. Judging from the posts I see on social media, they're really in love. I wish nothing but the best for them." you smiled bitterly, walking away as your manager suddenly rushes to your side.

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ynandcharlesuniverse: 1 year ago, (Your Name) wrote 'Timeless' for Charles Leclerc. I believe that we were supposed to find this, cuz even in a different life you still would've been mine.

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Charles_Leclerc: With the beautiful girl 💞

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romanempire3: beautiful pair omgg

carlandodestroyer: OLENNA MARKIZ IS LITERALLY MOMMY

obladioblada: does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night...

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yournamelovely: World Tour EP ... featuring three songs: lacy, nonsense and vicious.

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nickdevries: LACY >>>

danielricciardo: LACY >>>

chickenpozes34: WE ARE FED

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"Hey!" you waved at the girl beside you.

It was a charity gala - benefiting the orphans of Europe. To your surprise, you were seated beside Olenna Markiz. The girl's shadow seemed to haunt you all the way to Texas. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm such a big fan," she gives you a firm handshake.

There was cautiousness in her posture - like she was trying to determine if you were nice or bad. "Likewise, I love your work with Bottega and Mugler." you named, oblivious to the cameras that were pointed in your direction. "Really? Not a lot of people recognize me, to them we're just girls wearing clothes." she chuckled.

"It's hard to be a woman in this economy, but I assure you - there are lots of people who know how to appreciate art." you complimented. It was your dream to be a model - ever since you were little, you were always fascinated with supermodels. Alas, God didn't grant you with the suitable height required. "I just hope that I meet them soon enough," she whispered to herself, before returning her attention to the man on the stage.

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Olenna didn't know what to expect with her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. A lot of people in reddit spoke about her bluntness, that she was unapologetically human - often lashing out in her childhood star years. There weren't a lot of posts to go along. His ex valued her privacy, rarely even attended any interviews.

To her surprise, she was pleasant company. Often making jokes that she understood and found hilarious. It was easy falling in love with (Your Name) (Last Name), what Olenna couldn't understand was how Charles fell out of love. "It was nice hanging out with you, maybe we could grab some coffee in the future?" she offered, a foot inside her luxury car. "Sure, I'll give your agent my number." Lena agreed.

Happy to have made a friend.

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LET'S NOT PIT WOMEN AGAINST EACH OTHER

WILL FOREVER BE A GIRL'S GIRL

[yaeggravate]

Theory: Kaeya's Mom is a Scion of Nabu Malikata

you know it's funny how we've gotten zero information about the other half of kaeya's family… unless??

warning: slight crack

Kaeya: According to the merchant I bought it from, mysterious spirits called Jinn often live in lamps like this, and this lamp in particular once housed a very powerful Jinni.

in kaeya's hangout, we are gifted a mysterious lamp. kaeya says the merchant who sold it to him claims it once housed a powerful jinni. this lamp is called Mysterious Lamp of Fate Ordained. (remember this.) kaeya then explains what the jinn are as if he just discovered brand new information which is odd because kaeya has told klee a story about a jinni trapped in a lamp before.

aforementioned story is a reference to the story of The Fisherman and the Jinni from One Thousand and One Nights and also to the in-game book The Shepard and the Magic Bottle, a four star quest item that permanently stays in your inventory.

both stories concern a jinni being freed from a magic bottle upon which they grant three wishes. curiously, kaeya uses the last wish of the in-real-life story instead of the game's. in his version, the jinni gets trapped, in the book of the game, the jinni stays freed.

Kaeya: He said to the Jinni, "Wait, how could your massive body fit inside such a small bottle? I won't ever believe it unless I see with my own eyes!" The Jinni became angry, and said, "Mwahaha. Foolish boy, you dare question my powers!?" The Jinni then returned inside the bottle and the boy swiftly sealed it shut.

The Shepard and the Jinni The young man hesitated for a moment, and asked the last question. "What's it like to live in a bottle?" Seemingly having never heard of such a question before, the spirit was slightly surprised before she answered slowly.

strangely enough, it's not the first time kaeya has been connected to lamps. in the furniture description for Trusty Portable Lamp he went around telling children that the souls of fireflies are trapped inside lamps.

No thanks to the Cavalry Captain's jests, a rather morbid children's tale exists in Mondstadt concerning these lamps. The nuns have had to explain to the kids that no, these lanterns do not contain the imprisoned souls of fireflies.

furthermore, his ascension material is The Spirit Locket of Boreas. probably just another coincidence but nothing can ever be taken for granted when it involves this guy. perhaps all of these strange associations with imprisoned spirits is foreshadowing something bigger, who knows.

still, in the context of his hangout, kaeya's gift being a lamp is actually pretty random compared to gifts of other companions.

so i started thinking, the play and the intaglio showed us his ties to the alberich clan while the other routes showed his ties to mondstadt so it stands to reason that we should have hints towards the unknown maternal side of his family right? could this be the lamp?

before we dive into crack territory let me explain what the jinn are first. they're spirits born from night-blue water lilies that were nourished by nabu malikata's blood. jinn can take the appearance of blobs like dori's spirit or that of humans, and they can even reproduce with them as seen with everyone's most behated lamp, liloupar.

we have no idea how kaeya seemingly dodged the curse but what if he was blessed by a jinni? maybe someone made a contract with a jinni and this is how he's able to age normally. it could even be connected to his lucky coin that can land on any side he wishes. if guoba can be a stove god, it's not too far-fetched to think the coin could house some kind of spirit.

Kaeya: Of course, this whole arrangement hinges on a preexisting amount of trust between the two of us. I can't just get any strange coins to listen to me.

also, liloupar said something interesting about jinn being able to take someone's pain away from them:

Jeht: Can Jinn feel pain too? Liloupar: The Jinn have little need for a vessel, and even less need for senses. But should we begin to connect with others… Then we will take from them their pain… Even should we not comprehend the source of it.

who knows, perhaps this could even extend to a curse.

moving on to the good stuff:

these tcg cards show an unknown woman wearing the Vourukasha's Glow artifact set that is associated with nabu malikata. her outfit resembles nilou's outfit, which is modeled after nabu malikata's, but is noticeably lacking the horns nabu malikata was said to have.

the description for this card is Scions of Khvarena, which means that this lady is most likely just a follower or heir of nabu malikata.

(however, columbina, who is very likely to be a seelie survivor like nabu malikata, has bits of dark pink hair and is also lacking the horns, meaning we can't exactly determine that this woman isn't nabu malikata.)

in any case, the loading screen for khvarena is also called Scions of the Khvarena and it tells us something interesting: that khvarena can dwell inside humans.

Scions of the Khvarena Thanks to the nourishment of the Amrita, the Khvarena split apart to manifest countless forms. Some can find themselves dwelling within individual humans, while others might develop an awareness of their own…

khvarena are spirits that can purify abyssal corruption. they were created by nabu malikata. another interesting bit of trivia is that khvarena used to be localized as Soul Light.

taking a gander here but what if this lady and other human heirs of the khvarena are people who have the khvarena inside of them? i have actually speculated about this before that kaeya's mother might have had khvarena inside of her which ended up neutralizing or suppressing kaeya's curse.

you see, khvarena can reverse the effects of the abyss. and it was said that the oasis could cure all ills. though i should add, it probably isn't very effective on khaenri'ahns who are already cursed, as we've seen with dainsleif who was actually there recovering at the amrita pool but is still zombified.

(khvarena is green energy, and what i found curious is that the lamp kaeya gives you actually emits green smoke when you touch it. kaeya's favorite drink is death after noon, which is green due to the absinthe within. in literature, absinthe is known as The Green Fairy...)

to me, the most intriguing part is that khvarena is based on khvarenah, the divine royal glory.

Khvarenah is an Avestan word for a Zoroastrian concept literally denoting "glory" or "splendour" but understood as a divine mystical force or power projected upon and aiding the appointed. The neuter noun thus also connotes "(divine) royal glory", reflecting the perceived divine empowerment of kings. The term also carries a secondary meaning of "(good) fortune"; those who possess it are able to complete their mission or function.

when you read this, does it not remind you of kaeya's character? we all know by now that kaeya is associated with nobility/royalty, and good fortune (with his lucky coin and some of his dialogue).

Mona: Kaeya Alberich? He's a Pavo Ocellus. Destined for greatness and grandeur… and to hide ugly realities behind a layer of charm and elegance. He believes he has made a clean break with his past, but one day fate will catch up with him. When it does, he will have a major decision to make.

we don't know what kaeya's name is derived from, but it could be from the legendary Kayanians, who were also said to possess khvarenah!

anyway, back to the scions, i think it's possible that the following tribes are the scions of khvarena.

The matriarchs of the Tanit, Uzza, Shimti, and other tribes besides all refer to themselves as "Daughters of the Flower Goddess."

the Flower Goddess is nabu malikata who also calls the khvarena daughter of flowers, meaning these tribes are very likely to be the scions.

"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers…"

and like the lady on the card, matriarch babel of the tanit tribe has light pink hair.

(though, as a reminder, unbeknownst to her, babel was not actually born into the tanit tribe so we can't use her as a reference as she most likely did not have the blessing of khvarena, which is what i suspect is the reason she had to use poor JEHT.)

unfortunately, there's zero information about the other two tribes but shimti caught my eye here.

Ashima was a West Semitic goddess of fate related to the Akkadian goddess Shimti ("fate"), who was a goddess in her own right but also a title of other goddesses such as Damkina and Ishtar. 

shimti means fate!!!

FATE!!

mysterious lamp of fate ordained!!!!

peacock accessories, gold accents and dead mom sidebraid!!!!

Traveler: I never knew you could inherit eye patches. Kaeya: My! (Traveler), how could you not know such common knowledge! This is no different from children inheriting their hairstyle from their parents!

kaeya last name shimti REAL you heard it here first-

ok you can laugh now but wouldn't it be nice if kaeya's mom turned out to be a pretty pink haired lady who is a descendent of nabu malikata? i think it would be nice 😌.

[wings-of-ink]

a sort of goofy ask incoming: let’s say MC has bangs and has asked RO for a slight trim. (“come on, it’s just a slight trim!”) to make this make sense, MC has hurt their hand, so they can’t do it themself this time. this could turn into a cute scene, right? well, what if RO’s hand slipped/trembled too much or they just purely miscalculated, and cut MC’s bangs just way too short? (i’m talking a good few inches, mwahaha) how would they break the news to MC? would they try to salvage it? let’s also say this happens after they’ve grown closer to each other, so MC wouldn’t be mad at them, though RO might not think that in the moment.

LOL, oh my word. I love the idea of MC having to fight untold horrors to break their curse while sporting horrible bangs. Cue epic image of a demon descending upon them and MC is just like:

Oswin:  He is so out of his depth that he doesn’t see a problem, mostly, but he knows that MC doesn’t usually have their hair like this. He thinks they look fine, it should be fine….He knows he’s messed up the moment MC’s eyes go wide at the sight. Okay, maybe it’s not fine. “I’m sorry, MC, I don’t think that’s quite what you wanted. But I like you - it - I like it, it’s you. So…I’m sorry…”

Zahn:  Giggles burst through before they can censor them and slap a hand over their mouth. “I am so sorry, I just really messed this up. I can fix it though…” After more cutting, they make it worse… “Um, still not quite done…” They try some weird paste and cut a little more…it is so much worse now. “Please don’t hate me.” …….”How about scarves or headbands?”

Duri:  Takes a step back and looks at MC, tiling their head to one side and then another before practically turning on their head to look at them upside down. SHIT. They are about to combust, MC is going to hate them after this… “So, how do you feel about being a trendsetter?” Duri smiles.

Rune:  They stop. “I told you not to trust me with this.” They appear very distressed. “I feel like I just ruined your beautiful hair….I didn’t even know hair could do this…” Rune knows someone that can fix this and drags MC to the nearest professional, paying any amount to make it better, and not taking no for an answer.

???: Cups MC’s face and squishes their cheeks in so their lips pucker, he is fighting so hard to not laugh. “Remember, you asked me for this.” He is not sorry.

Thank you for the ask and the laugh, Anon! ^_^

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Spelled: Descendants Halloween Special! 🎃

Summary: The Auradon kids put on a Haunted trail and the VKs, being new to Halloween traditions, decide to check it out. (Based after Descendants 3)

“Why are we doing this again?” Audrey asks in an annoyed tone as she hands Jane an orange banner. “Auradon’s never done a haunted trail. We always do a Halloween dance.”

“We do a dance for everything!” I huff as I set down a tote of pumpkins. “For once I want to do something more interactive.”

Indeed, it seems that nearly every event at Auradon Prep is another ridiculous dance. But this year I finally convinced Ben to do something different: a haunted trail in the Enchanted Forest with a costume contest. And what’s even better is that it’s the VKs first Halloween! This is by far my favorite time of year, no question! The changing leaves, the candy, amazing costumes, and an excuse to be my true witchy self!

Audrey cocks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t celebrate Auradon traditions, you know being raised in the woods and all.”

I gawk and put a hand on my hip. “Um, excuse me? I’m the daughter of a witch, Audrey. This is my holiday! And so far from what I’ve seen this haunted trail wouldn’t frighten a kitten. No offense, Jane.”

“None taken!” She steps down from the ladder and seems to get an idea. “Actually, maybe you could help us scare it up a bit? What magic would make it scary?”

I think for a moment. “Definitely a shrieking hex, some lightning jinxes, random bodies…”

“Fake bodies, right?” Audrey asks, slightly nervous.

“Oh you want fake dead bodies?” I grin mischievously. “Very well then. I can also get Binx to sneak up and scare people. He’s good at that.”

In the next three hours we’ve completed the finishing touches, and just in time too. It’s beginning to get dark out and that means it’s almost time to start scaring. It’s no wonder why the VKs are the first to show.

“Mwahaha!” I jump out from behind a tree and find my first victims: Mal, Ben, Jay, Carlos, Celia, and Lonnie. “Welcome, foolish mortals! Dare to test thy fate in the deadwood grove!”

Ben, Carlos, and Lonnie all jump, but the others are less amused.

“Nice scare, Magica. Maybe next you’ll throw a fake spider at me?” Celia smirks.

“Believe me, your terrors are just beginning.” I look around. “Where’s Evie?”

“She and Dizzy are having a Halloween movie marathon with a few others. They’re not really into the whole ‘scary stuff.’” Carlos gives my witch outfit a look-over. “Nice costume. I guess Halloween’s really your thing, huh?”

“Oh yes, this is definitely my favorite holiday!” I cackle. “And I’m pleased to see you all joined in for the costume contest!”

Mal’s a spider queen, Ben’s dressed as a knight, Jay chose to be Frankenstein, Carlos and Dude are matching skeletons, Celia is a venus fly trap, and Lonnie is a fairy.

“You bet!” Dude barks from below and scratches at his costume. “But I’m glad it’s only one night, ‘cause this thing is itchy!”

“What have you got in store for us, Enchantress?” Carlos smirks.

“You’ll have to find out.” I heard them over to the forest entrance, but then we hear someone calling for us to wait. We turn around and find Uma jogging up to join us.

“Harry and Gil are too chicken, so they’re pigging out on candy back on the Isle. Let’s go!”

“What are you dressed up as?” Jane asks as she scans Uma for her costume.

“Myself,” Uma states like it’s obvious.

Carlos gives a stiff nod. “You’re right, that’s scary enough.”

Uma doesn’t get the joke and just keeps walking to the trail entrance, followed by the rest of the VKs. Once they’re inside I wait with Jane and listen, both of us bursting with cackling laughter when the screams start. This means my added enchantments are working! 

Dude comes sprinting out, chased by Binx.

“That cat’s gonna get me!” he barks. “This is all wrong- I’m supposed to be chasing him!”

The frightened canine makes me laugh and I hold up a hand. “Alright, Binx. Let him be.”

The black cat chuckles. “You should have seen how well your magic worked inside! Your aunt would be proud.”

Yes, but for now they’ll be celebrating All Hallow’s Eve elsewhere.

When the VKs rush out they all have cheerful smiles and are laughing like lunatics, all except Carlos.

“Where’s Dude!? Magica have you seen-?”

I point to the dog in question, who’s laying in a pile of leaves. “He’s right there, calm down. Binx was just having a little fun is all.”

He sighs in relief and looks at me with wide eyes. “Th- That was one of the creepiest things I’ve ever seen! Is Halloween always this scary?”

“Yes, especially when you’re dealing with a Sanderson.” I put a hand on his shoulder. “But it’s fun to be scared, isn’t it?”

Carlos lets out a laugh. “Yeah, it kinda is. Right, guys?”

Mal and Ben are laughing from so much excitement, while Uma just shrugs. The others however keep looking around for something.

“I thought there was supposed to be candy?” Celia asks.

I smirk and step over to my cauldron. “It’s candy thou seeks, is it? Well-” I throw in some moon powder and in a big poof! the entire cauldron fills with sweets. “Trick or treat, Auradon!”

Jay whoops in delight and rubs his hands together while approaching the cauldron with a gleam in his eye. “Now this is what I’m talking about! This is what Halloween is all about!”

“Um, uh-uh. It’s about scaring people!” Uma argues.

“I like the costumes!” Jane cheers from the trail entrance.

Everyone starts talking about what they love most about the spooky holiday, but it’s Mal, Ben, and me that just shrug it off.

“Halloween isn’t just a holiday, it’s a lifestyle.” I flick some sparks up and make them appear as ghostly visions. “It doesn't have to be about just one perk.”

“Sparks is right,” Ben agrees as he takes Mal’s hand. “It’s a fun holiday that brings people together, whether it be through getting scared or getting candy.”

Mal nods. “I’m so glad we’re finally getting to try out these fun traditions. It’s a lot more fun than the stuff we do on the Isle.”

Audrey hears this and scoffs. “Really? I thought you VKs would have Halloween as, like, your cult holiday. Isn’t it the type of holiday that your parents basically invented?”

“Not exactly,” Celia speaks up. “It was actually Auradon that decided to use our parents’ evil tricks to turn Halloween into a time for mischief and scary stuff. On the Isle the most we do is carve turnips.”

Her explanation makes everyone’s spirits start to droop, so I wave it off. “Now now, let’s ignore the past and focus on the present. It’s Halloween! Let’s have some fun! Who’s up for getting donuts and cider at Little Miss Muffet’s?” I offer a wide smile. “Binx, you in?”

The black cat lets out a joyful meow. “I’m always up for a trip to town!”

By now the others have started to get excited too. 

“Alright, we’re in!” Jay grabs Carlos and Celia, ushering them toward me. 

Ben and Mal back off. “You guys have fun, we’re going back to meet up with Evie.”

“I’ll go!” Lonnie raises her hand.

“I will too!” Jane joins her. “Audrey?” 

Audrey rolls her eyes. “Fiiine, we’ll go too.” 

The only one left is Uma, who just nods. “I’ve got nothing better going on. Why not?”

“Where’s the car?” Celia asks.

I tilt my head and smile. “Oh, no. This is my holiday, you’re all traveling in style!” I snap my fingers and brooms appear, getting a startled reaction from Audrey.

“No, no, no! I am not riding this death trap!”

“I will!” Lonnie mounts the broom and tries kicking off, only staying grounded. “How does it work?”

“They’re enchanted. Just say ‘fly!’” 

I grab my own broom just as Binx jumps up to perch on my shoulder and we zoom up into the cool night air. When I look back I see the others are following, all with big grins on their faces.

“Wow, have I been missing out!” Jay shouts as he dips up and down. “Trixie, this is so fun!” He flies down and taps Carlos’ shoulder, who swats him away.

“Stop doing that!” Carlos speeds up and meets up with me in front. “Thanks, Magica! This is the best holiday ever!”

I chuckle. “Just wait ‘til you guys try Christmas!”

“What’s that?” Lonnie asks from behind.

“You’ll see!” I say mischievously.

“Happy Halloween, Enchantress!” Carlos calls before flying off to join Jane.

The scene squeezes my heart, but Binx gives my shoulder a light squeeze and I look past it.

“Happy Halloween, Auradon!”

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Hello, uh- if you don't mind- could you do something of Pavitr comforting a transmasc(he/him) person going through dysphoria? for example wearing baggy clothes more often, having hard times sleeping, general body dysmorphia, etc?

I would prefer romantic with fluff/angst but no smut please!!

and if possible,, could it maybe include some fluffy kisses and cuddles?

sorryyyy if not that's totally good it's just that he's a comfort character for me and I would really appreciate the comfort right now. if you do end up replying- thanks so much and I love your work!!

Handsome-est Of All

Trigger Warnings: Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysmorphia, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, dealing with transphobia, Negative Thoughts, pav being the sweetest bf, misuse of fairy tales dialogues mwahaha A/N: anon, may I just hug you for this ask? Because Ajsjdhjsk thank you for this one so much! <3 D/n = dead name Y/n = your name

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They had called. Again. 

You had finally come out as your true self after so long, moving to a new residency to avoid bullying and abuse - the least thing you could do for yourself. It wasn't completely safe out there yet for trans people, but you managed. 

Yet somehow,��they knew. 

You cursed yourself. Should've never picked up the damn call! But perhaps, you had hoped there was at least a teeny tiny bit that they changed, that maybe you can make them understand; what it meant to you, how it was.. different and freeing. How this lifted the weight you've been subconsciously carrying since ever. How it felt as if being let out of a coffin; you could finally breathe.

But they had to ruin that too. 

"Are you still not out of that phase, yet?" "C'mon, D/n, snap out of this." "Really? And what are you going to do about ..that?" "You still have it!" "We won't support you if you keep this up." "You just want attention." 

You've cut the call long ago but those words.. they keep swirling in your head. You know none of it is true but.. but.. 

You sigh. The body dysmorphia you tried so hard to fight was back. And even if you know who you are now, it didn't stop the hurt. Tears flowed on their own volition down your cheeks.

Everything you had been running and tried to run from caught up to you. And that feeling of being stuck in the wrong body. It was like being young again -feeling lesser than, feeling like your body was always missing something, feeling like you were someone else... and the stress it put on you to conform to something you aren't.

It's just a phase. 

You'll grow out of it. 

It's still there!

"Why does life have to be hell for me!? It's not my fault I was born this way!", you cry, clutching your knees to your chest as you weep. 

The oversized hoodie sags around you. Why am I never enough!? Why can't I just have a normal life!? Why am I WRONG!?

Add to that sleepless nights, eating disorders and hiding your wrong body under baggy clothes. You wanted to pass, but you couldn't risk binders due to medical conditions. Sometimes, it feels as if everything is against you, like it's closing in on you. Your hand begins to shake from the stress and you grit your teeth and take deep breaths to calm down. 

'It's not your fault. It's not your fault, Y/n', you reassure yourself. 

Sniffing, you move to the bathroom to wash you face. Bad choice. You forgot about the mirror inside and when you saw your reflection in it, the nightmare returned. The same reason you've avoided taking pictures. All too stupidly feminine, not masculine enough how much ever you try, stupid boobs, stupid voice, stupid wrong body. You turn yourself around: fat in the wrong places, too big, too short, too lean, too wrong.

It's still there.

You wish to stop the voices in your head, it hurts, but you can't. It feels like spiraling into a wormhole and it's mentally draining. Depression pulls you into the void and any thought you had of eating has been gone. You quickly splash water on your face and get out of the bathroom, back to your bed. 

Curled up into a ball, you sigh, letting the tears flow freely. If only I can be right for once..

_____

Pavitr swings home buying take out for his favorite roommate and boyfriend- You. It was your favorite street food, and nevermind if it was past midnight now because you'd always be up for this one dish. 

But also because Pav was concerned you weren't eating properly. He had observed your eating habits change for the past couple days but he didn't show he knew it, not wanting you to hide from him too. 

You knew of his secret identity so it's not a surprise when he sticks to your closed window in full spider-hero attire, knocking to be let in. 

_______

"Hey, lover boy, let me in!"

You startle, not expecting him so soon. He usually comes back in the early morning after a whole night of patrolling the city.

Quickly wiping your eyes and making sure it isn't obvious, you pull down your baggy hoodie to cover your body. Finally, you open the window, hoping nothing seemed suspicious. 

"You okay, Y/n?", he asks even before he steps in. "Were you crying?" 

He knew you were when you didn't respond with the usual Three Little Piggies dialogue. 

"No -no, just.. wasn't expecting you so early. All good?" 

You didn't want him to know they got to you. And perhaps, you feared that they may be right and Pavitr will agree too, despite knowing he doesn't. 

"They called again?" 

Your silence is all the answer he needs to come and sit beside you. "Wanna talk about it, babe?" 

You shake your head and he goes quiet, pulling you into a hug, patting a soothing hand down your back as tears fill your eyes. Somehow it feels better with Pav just being there. 

Life was so much tolerable with him being there for you. 

"Why do only bad things happen to me!?", you sob, clutching his shoulder tightly like a lifeline. You fear if you let go, it might all be a dream and you'll wake up in your cold bed back there, stuck in the same body you've tried to get out of. "Why am I never enough?" 

Why must I always be a disappointment!? Why can I never be right!?

Pavitr simply cradles you in his embrace, kissing away your tears and whispering words of reassurance. He holds your hand and brings it to his chest as you rest your head on his shoulders, the steady thump of heartbeat beneath your palm calming you down. 

You choke out a sigh, tears slowing down. Why is it so hard to have a normal life?

"C'mere, big boy." 

You lean your head back to look up at him and Pavitr responds by kissing the edge of your lips sweetly. “I want you to always remember that I’m here for you. I care about you and I’ll support you no matter what, okay? Forget about those assholes." 

You were unable to respond verbally with the sadness overwhelming you, negativity corrupting your thoughts. And Pavitr knew exactly the doubt plaguing your mind. 

"You are a man, and no one can change that." 

For some reason you are still unable to accept it, shaking your head as you push yourself further into the crook of his neck, quietly feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he kisses the top of your head. His musk cologne is relaxing and finally, you're in control of your emotions but you still can't look up. 

"I look too feminine", you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeve of your blue hoodie, trying to pull it down and sag your body so your chest isn't too obvious.

Blue was a color that makes you feel better, feel more masculine and comfortable in times like these. 

"You're always a man to me, babe. Plus, you just don't vibe female, my handsome Prince." 

The words are magic and they instantly make you feel better. And coming from Pavitr Prabhakar means a lot to you. 

A stray tear escapes your eye, but this is one of joy. Pavitr surges forward, peppering your face in kisses making you laugh. 

"Aww, I didn't know you were such a sappy guy!" , you tease but he just grins in reply. It's contagious, making you grin too. You cup his face and lean in for a kiss. "And you're my Knight in Shining Spider armour." 

It's the first time you guys have kissed like that -deep and full of emotion- and he's quite mesmerized, eyes closed even after you pull away. Sure, you've kissed before but this, for some reason is absolutely magical. 

Your stomach chooses just then to rumble embarrassingly loud. And sure enough, Pavitr had bought your appetite back too. 

Your eyes only then find the street food he's bought for you, the smell wafting to your nose teasingly. Your taste buds get excited, on the verge of salivating. Pavitr encourages you to take it and you eat your fill happily, feeding some to your superhot superhero bf. 

"You just became Boyfriend of The Year, Pav." 

He keeps looking at you in awe, sub-consciously touching his lips. 

"What?", you chuckle, smiling at the silly lovestruck face he's wearing. 

His thumb reaches oh-so-gently to collect the gravy on the edge of your lips, making you all warm and tingly on the inside. Your heart pumps faster as he wipes it off, lingering a bit. This was much more intimate than anything you've ever done and oh, God, his eyes are sparkling in the moonlight -you wanna kiss him so bad. 

"My Handsome Prince, handsome-est of them all." 

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Pav: *gets hit in the face with a pillow* ow, babe You: that is for ruining a romantic moment I've googled a lot and tried to understand.. feedback and concrits are welcome! Pls do lmk if anything is wrong/offensive or needs to be tagged/warned. Hope you enjoyed it! <3

[emilynyaesmp]

please I beg, someone ask questions abt my Nature Wives in Life Series AU as if u were asking the characters (did I explain that right?) so I can do a silly lil QNA type video like the ones I see on YT… (I’m delusional)

BUT! in case someone does wanna do that (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏—) here’s some main characters/teams and dynamics!

MAIN TEAMS/CHARACTERS:

Team Flower: Scott, Katherine and Gem.

The ex’s: Jimmy, Shelby and Pearl.

The dummies: Aimsey, Guqqie, Martyn and Lizzie (this was supposed to be a place holder name but I love it so now it’s staying lol).

PERSONALITIES:

Scott: He’s… well, he’s nice, usually, but in these games? Well… not anymore. He’s been hardened. During other SMPS he’s normal! Completely fine and dandy! But, whenever he’s forced to return (since Limited Life is seems) his personality does a huge 180; it wasn’t noticeable during Secret Life and especially not Real Life, but he’s been getting more agitated more quickly, he’s been more secretive, more determined to get out. Everyone believes it’s because of what happened with him and Jimmy during Limited Life, but he insists it’s not (it is).

Katherine: she’s still new to all of this. She isn’t quite sure how she even got here in the first place. Scott and Gem often talk about Empires but Katherine doesn’t understand why. She doesn’t even remember Empires, the watchers took her and Shelby’s memories of empires S2- But sometimes, just sometimes, she has little glimpses of it, some memories, some images, ideas. But none of them are nice. Sometimes, it’s dark soulless eyes with sculk that seem to pour out of it, or a voice that sounds scarily like Shelby’s that tell’s her to “solve your own problems!”. She’s trying to figure them out, but it’s not working, so she kind of just ignores it (S2!Katherine with her curse core). Anyway, that was just kind of a lore dump, sorry. She basically acts the same as she does in any SMP anyway, just a bit more… afraid, but hey, wouldn’t you be too?

Gem: basically the same as secret life but, again, a bit more afraid and serious. She tries to look out for Katherine, knowing how scary it is to be in the games for the first time.

Jimmy: the same (I’M SO SORRY, THE ONLY ONES THAT GOT DRASTIC CHANGES TO THEIR PERSONALITY ARE LIKE, SCOTT AND SHELBY BASICALLY… MAYBE MARTYN BUT IDK I DON’T WATCH HIS CONTENT 😭😭) but ever so slightly hopeful that he won’t be the first out. And yet, he feels almost… lonely? He feels guilty for choosing Tango over Scott in Limited Life, someone he didn’t even love romantically… over his husband?? But what stung the most was the way Scott… pushed him away, during every game since then. He wishes he could break through Scott’s internal walls and kiss him and apologise profusely… he knows Scott wouldn’t let him do that. The man’s loyal, sure, but when he’s hurt, it’s obvious, it’s one of the things he loves most about him. If he could just break down those walls…. (Flower husbands angst mwahaha-)

Shelby: Like Katherine, she’s new to all this, she’s not quite sure how to act and what to do. They don’t remember empires but do get memories; short ones, sure, but memories nonetheless. Memories of Sculk dripping off her shoulder, of blood splattering onto her chest as she slays a pirate and a small sheriff, of a disastrous tea party, and watching and feeling her body move without their consent. Not nice. She doesn’t enjoy them and she wonders why she gets them in the first place- it’s not like they’re her’s, right? Another thing they wonder, is why sunflowers feel oh, so important to them. Other than that, she acts pretty normal… until she’s a red life, but you know, it’s fineeee!

Pearl: same as she always is! Just a bit more… motherly?? I guess??? My point is, she looks out for all of her allies, which I’m pretty sure she does anyway, but still.

Aimsey: for some odd reason, they desperately crave to be kind. They know it’s a death match, they know that’s not realistic, that it’s not gonna get them anywhere, but who TF are the others to stop them!? It’s not like they want to win! Not really, they just want… peace, and how noble of a cause is that?

Guqqie: she’s a lot more determined than her girlfriend, she’d like to win, and if it comes to it, she’d probably kill her own teammates to so… probably. (Unless it’s Aimsey… right?)

Martyn: he’s like the group’s unspoken leader. He’s nice enough, pretty funny, but he can be serious when he has to, a bit insane too. Also, pretty sensitive to loud noises for some reason? (Listener) and he sometimes just… stands still, with his eyes glazed and staring into nothingness for a moment and then goes about his day, be it a bit more… shaken (LISTENER)

Lizzie: she’s desperate not to be first out this time. She won’t let it happen again, she won’t! All she has to do, is stay safe, it can’t be that hard, right?

DYNAMICS:

Scott and Katherine: Scott’s very protective of Katherine, he’s more worried about her than anything else, he doesn’t want her to go through what he went through with Jimmy; he doesn’t want to get attached, he doesn’t want katherine to get attached, hurt. Basically, they’re like a father and daughter duo.

Team Flower as a whole: Gem and Scott are pretty protective of Katherine, Scott more so, but Gem still is. Gem is more emotionally… open?? Basically, yk how everyone has that one parent or person they’re able to talk abt their feelings to? Or will ask you if ur ok?? Yeah, that’s Gem for Katherine.

The ex’s: the sillies! They’re pretty chill, they look after eachother. Pearl and Jimmy were concerned about Shelby when she turned red, but she refused to say what happened. It’s odd, because once Jimmy became red, he didn’t feel very… manic, he didn’t feel insane, his emotions weren’t as heightened as Shelby’s. Pearl and Jimmy think it has something to do with the watchers and the way Shelby actually died. Shelby didn’t show just how much she was hurting until about the last session.

The dummies: they have a rivalry with Team Flower, and are the team that Shelby hired to protect them (she didn’t know they had a rivalry). So, like “normal” people they used the opportunity to attack Team Flower! Mentioning that it was Shelby who hired them in the first place. Aimsey was the only person in the group who felt guilty about what had happened, especially after it spiralled out of control and ended up ruining the relationship between Shelby and Katherine, so she returned some of the valuables they had stolen, behind her teams back, and apologised profusely. When the dummies found out, they saw it as like… the ultimate betrayal, they had gone behind their backs to return things they had rightfully stole! So they banished Aimsey from their team and replaced them with Ren, who up until that point had been living alone.

Nature wives: they were really cute and didn’t understand why both of their teams seemed to disapprove of their relationship. Shelby never even thought of the possibility of either hurting Katherine intentionally or Katherine hurting them. When Katherine found out that it was Shelby who hired The Dummies to “attack” them, she felt heartbroken, betrayed; it hurt, it hurt so bad. But the guilt that ate her up inside after she killed them was worse. If only she had listened…

Flower husbands: THEY’RE SOOO ANGSTY YA’LL… it’s insane! Scott continuously pushes Jimmy away, he can’t get over Limited Life. Jimmy understands, but it hurts him. He’s determined to make Scott understand that he loves him not Tango. Tango was his soulmate, sure, but they only ever saw eachother platonically (sorry rancher shippers). Scott doesn’t really want to push him away, he loves him, they’re married for Void sake! But he just feels so… ignored?? He hates it. He desperately wishes Jimmy would run into his arms and explain and kiss him and show him love, it’s the one thing he craves most in the world, but Jimmy thinks Scott wants to be left alone, so he respects his assumed boundaries, and leaves him be for the time being. It hurts. (MWAHAHAHA MISCOMMUNICATION BABYYY-)

GemPearl: they love eachother, and they show it in small little ways, like Gem naming her favourite wolf “Pearlio <3” or giving eachother flowers. They’re very sweet, but try to keep it under the radar because they don’t want what happened in SL to happen again.

Sunshipduo: as much as they love eachother, they’re always doomed. So when Aimsey was banished, Guqqie went along with it, she tried to maintain eye contact with them, tried not to listen to their pleading. During the last session, Martyn decided he wanted Aimsey out, and chose Guqqie to eliminate them as he thought she would know how to find them. Well, she found them, and after she eliminated them, she felt so guilty that she… well, yk the bear SMP ending? Yeah, it was like that.

But yeah! That’s it! PLZ PLZ PLZ ASK THO I PHYSICALLY NEED IT 🙏🙏🙏

[meatball-headache]

All right. This can be Tagashrokat. Let's make up a story for him.

He's an orphan and a foundling, and grew up in the ink mines where he learned how to read, write, and compute linear algebra from a tribe of mollusks that dwelt in a cotton vein accidentally unearthed. In a world where everyone's mutated or stuffed with cybernetics, he had neither, because I'm obsessed with this Unstable Genome build (mwahaha) and also he was too poverty-strewn to afford cybernetics. Anyway, when he was someteen years old, some rich eccentric died, and made out his will to some names he picked at random from the phone book. You guessed it—the mine owner was one of them, and he went to move into the new penthouse he'd inherited, abandoning the mine entirely. The penthouse was occupied by squatters, a tribe of mollusks—different tribe—and they ate him after he refused to accept the superiority of lead-based paint. So, this meant that Tagashrokat was left in the mines, ignored, and so he kept doing the only things he knew how to do—mine ink (but now without a quota) and linear algebra—until the HOA fined him for not having enough tar pits in his front yard. They challenged him to a duel over Scrabble, which is how he injured his back, which is why he needs a cane—he's only 25, after all. Someone told him they had canes in Qud, and so his journey began...

Now, I modified my build slightly. Rather that five stacks of Unstable Genome, Esper, and Quantum Jitters, I dropped Esper—if I want to be "pure mental," whatever that means, there are some "physical" mutations like Phasing or Night Vision that are more mental than physical, in my opinion. Or, at least they're subtler than growing extra arms or a scorpion tail. Without Esper, I don't need the +4 I get from Quantum Jitters, which means I can take another defect—and I think he would've noticed the Quantum Jitters at some point in his life. So, I took a +3 defect instead. You guessed it, it's everybody's favorite...

Evil twin.

I was trying to get a screenshot of the whole village, but I stepped onto the next screen to get around some cactuses. Lo and behold, right around the corner, there he is! He's traveled through time and space to track me down to destroy me, because losing the Scrabble duel has doomed the world, so all traces of that timeline must be erased. Specifically, the "doom" is that trash day is now on Wednesday instead of Friday. Unbeareable, right? I'd kill me, too.

Well, so as not to be defeated by me evil twin right away, I dashed back into the village to get help from the Warden... but, I have no reputation with anyone here, so they wouldn't help me. Then I had the idea to eat the village meal, and see if that has any buffs that might help me...

Mwahaha! I like my odds! ...but it turned out not to be necessary. Evil Me tried to arrow me from afar, hit the pacifist pilgrims that live in this village, and they ganged up on him and killed him before I could even get close:

So! It's been an exciting start to this adventure! Conclusion to this adventure, I should say. Tagashrokat probably had a months-long journey to Qud, but now that I'm here, I've found a cane, so I can go back home and challenge the mollusks to a double-or-nothing game of Monopoly. But, I suppose I should apologize for my evil twin... maybe see if they need a helping hand with anything as long as I'm here...

[baby--b4t]

Little WxS playdate? If that's too many then maybe Rui and Tsukasa, be they both being small or one looking after the other /nf

ooh a pjsk ask!! i totally have an idea for this >:3

i feel like i should add my headcanons for the babies beforehand so things can make sense -w-;

Rui: toddler/kid regressor, still acts very silly and mischievous, biiig sippy cup fan, still tinkers with anything mechanic while little, sometimes uses a pacifier, likes how the other WxS littles nicknamed him “Ruru” when theyre little, big yapper

Tsukasa: toddler/older kid regressor, in his bad moments he will regress small but he likes to feel like an older brother to the group, still very creative and outgoing when he regresses, will insist he can use normal dishes but is incredibly jealous of the other littles using bottles/baby plates, loves stuffed animals and putting on little shows with them, good mix of yapper and listener

Emu: toddler/baby regressor, constant babbles and giggles from her, always curious and trying to get into things shes not supposed to, teams up with Rui sometimes to get into things (the sweets in the cabinet that Tsukasa said they couldnt have anymore of), loves trying to play dress up or makeup, also loves painting and coloring though it tends to end up more on her than her paper, can be very cuddly when she needs a nap

Nene: toddler/baby regressor, tends to be more on the nonverbal side but sometimes she will say things like bottle/up/etc, constantly chewing on something (paci/teether/someone in the group/herself), prefers more quiet activities but wont throw a fit if shes in a noisy environment, its not uncommon to see her and Rui cuddling as Rui goes on about different ideas hes had or his hyperfixations, tends to stick around Emu the most since she can keep Nene feeling mostly awake, big napper (will fuss if you wake her up from one or tell her no), still will try to play video games

OK MINIFIC TIME

“Oh no! The dragon is heading towards the castle!” Tsukasa gasped as he made the dragon stuffed animal fly around. Emu giggled as she was behind a small wall of building blocks she and Tsukasa had set up as her castle. “What will the mighty princess Emu do?!”

“Boom!!” Emu giggled as she pointed her wand at the dragon. Tsukasa made the dragon dodge.

“Gah! The dragon moved out of the way! We need a stronger defense against the fire breathing beast!” He quickly urged Emu to think of something new while still keeping the playful atmosphere. She thought for a moment before turning to look back at Rui.

“Ruru make beep boop and boom!” Emu ordered, pointing at Rui. He was sat on a few pillows with a very sleepy Nene in his arms. He gave Emu a confused look for a moment before shaking his head, trying to play along into the story.

“The dragon trapped me with a beast. I cant move~” Rui giggled, shrugging slightly. Nene moved her head slightly to look at Emu, making a small growling noise as if she was a dragon herself. It made Rui and Tsukasa giggle as the two of them had assumed she was fast asleep.

Emu pouted for a moment as she considered all of her options. She couldnt use magic, seeing as the dragon dodged her last spell. Her hopes of having Rui make her some sort fighting robot were crushed since he was trapped with a beast. What else was left for her to defend herself with?

“��Kasa! Wook!” Emu pointed behind Tsukasa. Not thinking anything of it, Tsukasa turned around to look at what Emu could be pointing at. She took the opportunity to quickly stand up and take the dragon from Tsukasa. “Mwahaha! Is bye bye!” She said as she then threw the stuffed toy to the ground.

Tsukasa frowned as he watched Emu throw the toy like that. He didnt want to yell at her, but he had to be a good example to her somehow and make her know what she did was wrong.

“Emu.. Do you think that was very nice? How would you like it with the dragon threw you on the ground?” He asked, reaching down to pick up the toy. “I know we were playing a game and you needed to defend your castle, but taking the dragon from me wasnt a very nice thing to do.” Tsukasa added as he looked back at Emu. He was gentle with her, not wanting her to feel as if she did something horrible.

She tilted her head slightly as she took in his words. A small huff left her mouth, crossing her arms over her chest. She didnt have any other option! She had to do what she did… Right?

“Bu’ my castle..!” Emu whined at Tsukasa. She was confused on how she couldve possible protected her kingdom is she didnt take the dragon from Tsukasa.

“You castle woulde been fine. All you had to do was send out your unicorn fighters.” Rui suddenly chimed in sleepily, sensing the oncoming tantrum Emu was going to have. “Their magic wouldve been enough collectively to fend off against the dragon. At least, thats what I think.” He shrugged once more and went back to looking after Nene. Emu gasped as she made that realization.

“Oh! Wait wait!” She went and sat back down in her castle before looking back at Tsukasa. “Back up when dragon coming!” Emu giggled as she started collecting some of her unicorn toys. Tsukasa smiled and pretended to make the dragon fly towards the castle again.

“And here comes the all powerful dragon! Whatever will princess Emu do to save her kingdom?” He asked, already knowing her answer.

“Unicown!!” Emu giggled as she placed the toys around the outside of her castle. She pointed back at the dragon. “Pshhh.. Boom!” She added with a little hand gesture. Tsukasa smiled, making the dragon pause and panic.

“Oh no! The dragon cant possibly dodge multiple attacks! Hes doomed.” He narrates as the dragon starts to slowly fall towards the floor. “Princess Emu has saved her kingdom from the fearful beast! Hooray!” Tsukasa cheers, watching Emu make little claps.

The two clean up the toys they had played with, since their story had come to an end. Emu yawned as she was putting away the blocks. She wiped away the little tear that formed in her eye and made grabby hands at Tsukasa. He was more than happy to pick up his little sibby, holding her close as she started to relax.

“Do you think its nap time, Emu?” Tsukasa asked softly, making his way back to where Rui and Nene rested. Emu nodded to his question, wrapping her arms around his neck as she was carried.

Rui, Nene, and Emu were all laid in the same area, Tsukasa gently placing a blanket over Emu now that she was set down. Rui had fallen asleep not long after Nene did and now it was time for Emu to join them. She seemed more than happy to. Protecting her kingdom from a dragon was hard work for a kiddo like herself.

Tsukasa gently pet her head as he watched her drift off to sleep. He smiled at seeing all of his siblings resting so peacefully next to each other. While he himself wasnt tired, he was still going to stay with them. He was going to be the good big brother he prided himself on being.

[otakween]

Digimon Data Squad (Savers) - Episode 32

Yesssss! The quality is back! I was beginning to get worried there. This episode looked better, had better writing, and finally we get some Yoshino content, geez. One more bio-digi villain to go and then Kurata! (What comes after that, I wonder?)

Notes:

So glad we got a bunch of Lalamon/Yoshi scenes. The opening scene where Lalamon almost drops Yoshi was funny and well animated. They also got to be badass and brave for once when confronting Ivan.

Wasn't expecting a Rosemon x Yoshi joke to be thrown in there. It was nice to have a more lighthearted battle for once.

Typically I like dinosaurs, but dinosaur-based digimon usually feel too samey for me. BioSpinomon was pretty ugly too, looked like a mish-mosh of parts and colors.

LOVE seeing Rosemon fight, her attacks/defense moves are so fun. It's also just kinda cool seeing two human/human-like women fight alongside each other.

So Ivan...is he meant to be Russian or something? His siblings all look like foreigners and the background of the photo looked European. (Again, I need a novella telling me how Kurata found these people)

Kurata doesn't seem to give a shit that his soldiers are being killed off left and right. That's kind of a theme with digimon villains. They're always like "mwahaha all according to keikaku." Like, okay smartass -_-

Who the heck was this guy?

He had such a distinct look that it felt like a cameo or something. If they just needed someone to sacrifice it feels weird that they'd go with a new design. I was like "Is this a winner of some contest or something?"

At first I was like "if Kurata thinks digimon are dangerous to humans, why would he send them to the human world?" But one, he's crazy, and two, maybe he wants to fight on his own turf? Guess we'll see!

[ghostchems]

Obsessed with Terzo, the romantic who only knows one night stands and cries about it falling for a sister who doesn't do one night stands, and wants romance first.

Just. Terzo would Go feral for an ex Catholic "good girl/guy/they" and this sweet, new sister who blushes at his words and touches? He's obsessed, he knows she's interested. But she declines his offers respectfully and he...doesn't know how to handle it? He's respectful of her wishes, of course, and he could never be angry over it...but at this point he isn't sure how else to approach someone he's interested in.

And the sister, who has the biggest crush on Terzo, but doesn't want to be a not h on his bedpost, and doesn't know how to approach him either.

Just...two romantics in love circling eachother. I don't expect you to write this because I don't know where it goes but. I just can't stop thinking about it

oh MAN! he ends up being a little bit clumsy and awkward around her because he’s overthinking how he should be interacting

i would think that something happens between the two of them, like they just can’t stand being apart any longer and maybe they have a sweet kith

man this could also be pretty angsty too mwahaha

[definitelynotgideon]

This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

A/N: I'm back with some mild angst!!! mwahaha!! Also one of y'alls favorite guys is in this one, I hope I did okay with him!

CW: Anime Spoilers!! Shinazugawa backstory.

Word Count: 2,550

The Demons We Face | Chapter 14, Far Away

Preview:

“Listen to me, Gideon. If you care for Genya like you say you do… Convince him to leave the corps with you. Get the fuck out of the corps, get him the fuck out of here.”

Gideon is shocked, his eyes full of surprise on Sanemi's form. “...Why?”

“I don't have to justify my demands. Just do as I say.”

“...No.”

Sanemi's eyes flashed angrily. “Did you just defy a Hashira?”

It's peaceful.

Out on the engawa, where Gideon did his best thinking. His safe place, where there weren't many flowers to attract the butterflies nearby, where he could gaze out across the open field to the treeline of wisteria. He'd invited Genya to sit here in this space with him.

Genya could see why the silver haired boy liked it over here. The grassy fields ahead, tickled by the breeze, reminded Genya of the lighter greens within Gideon’s eyes when the sun hit them just right.

Similarly, as Gideon stared out to the flowering trees, the lighter purples reminded him occasionally of the rarer hues of Genya's eyes…

Gideon sat first, carefully setting his cup down on the opposite side of Genya. The mohawked boy sat next, and Gideon invited him closer to lean on him. They are quiet for a few moments, watching the morning sun spread over more and more of the field as it rises. 

“The sunsets at night are really beautiful over here,” Gideon explains. “Sometimes, I'd sit until the deeper purples and blues settled into the sky, and the stars came out. I knew you were on a mission… so…” he blushed sheepishly. 

“I'd think of you maybe also looking up at the stars as you ventured out. It gave me comfort, in a way.”

Genya blushed too, but he gave Gideon a smile. “That's… really sweet. I did stargaze at times while I was out. When I was preparing to patrol for the nights, I'd think of you… comfortable and serene, asleep in a safe place.” 

Gideon’s heart swelled. He rested his head on Genya's shoulder with a relaxed exhale. “I missed you.”

Genya rested his cheek against Gideon’s head. “I missed you too.”

They sat, cuddled up together and facing away from the door. Little did they know, however, that someone had seen them.

The morning passed. Breakfast was had, Genya was taken in by the caterpillars for a checkup and Gideon wandered back outside only to be met by a crow… 

Untying a message tethered to his leg, Gideon offered the crow a treat before it dutifully flew off. 

He read the note:

‘To the silver haired one I saw this morning-

Meet me in the training hollow as soon as you get this. Come alone. 

Sanemi Shinazugawa.’

A prickle of dread went through Gideon. S-Sanemi? As in, Genya's brother? He saw him this morning- probably cuddling Genya. And this… relationship of theirs is so new, and by societal standards unconventional… was he angry?

But if he was, why not just interrupt earlier? Why wait?

But Gideon couldn't simply disobey. Not a Hashira. Not Genya's older brother… so he made his way over after going back to his room, leaving the note on the desk and grabbing his hammer.

He made his way to the training hollow, and found Sanemi pretty easily. The Wind Hashira was doing some stretches, pre-training. He planned to make this conversation with this… guy quick.

He didn't face Gideon but addressed him right away as he stepped closer. “What the fuck are you doing with Genya?” He asked, a definite bite in his words. 

Gideon froze. He chose his next words to the best of his nervous ability. 

“...We… like each other. Romantically.”

Gideon refused to stand in a small way, even as Sanemi flashed the most maliced look towards him, his anger dominating the air of the hollow. “You… what?”

“Genya and I are together.” He said. He tried so hard not to allow his voice to waver. 

Sanemi got to his feet and looked to Gideon, who was (despite being scared out of his mind) standing rather tall and not taking anything back.

Sanemi has always sort of pictured Genya picking out a pretty little wife later, having children, growing into a wiry old man… all after the demons were wiped out, or while Sanemi could protect him from them. He was confident that they could defeat or manage the demons, so… his pipe dream wasn't outlandish. But… Genya dating a man?

He blinked, his raging eyes going to the ground. He … chuckled. Unnervingly.

“Well kid. I do admire your courage.” He said, crossing his arms. “I'm not angry that you and Genya are dating. In fact… I think it's great.”

“You… do?”

“Mhmm. Tell me. How much do you care for him?” 

“Enough to give my life for him. Enough to face you like this. I know you're his older brother, even if you've not called him that yet to my face.”

“... Watch it. You're on thin ice, hammer-head.” 

Sanemi walks closer to Gideon. “Listen to me- what's your name?”

“Gideon.”

“Listen to me, Gideon. If you care for Genya like you say you do… Convince him to leave the corps with you. Get the fuck out of the corps, get him the fuck out of here.”

Gideon is shocked, his eyes full of surprise on Sanemi's form. “...Why?”

“I don't have to justify my demands. Just do as I say.”

“...No.”

Sanemi's eyes flashed angrily. “Did you just defy a Hashira?”

“You're trying to get rid of corps members when the demon slayer corps can use all of the strength it can get. Don't come at me with rules when you're trying to break some yourself.”

“You little fucking brat. If you weren't something Genya seems to care for I'd pummel you right fucking now-”

“Genya has worked hard to be here. He's an amazing fighter even if his katana never changed color.  I won't take all of that progress from him by asking him to run away with me… it'd be incredibly selfish.”

It was true that Gideon didn't necessarily know Genya's motives for being here, but he'd defend his interests nonetheless.

Sanemi gets into Gideon’s face “Genya will die if he stays here! He can't even use breaths! Do you want your lover to die? Maybe even right in front of you?!”

Gideon doesn't back down, but the last statement does strike him. “...You have… so little faith in your brother. It breaks my heart…” Gideon’s face is soft, and he gazes on with pity. 

Sanemi spits furiously. “And you don't love him. If you did, you'd fucking listen to me!”

Sanemi storms out of the hollow before he reacts violently. Fucking brat just doesn't understand how much he just wants his brother to be safe… 

Gideon remained for a moment, trying to process all that had just happened. He clutched the space over his heart. 

He hadn't known Genya for very long, so he really wasn't sure what the feeling blooming inside of him was. Was… was it true? Did he not love him, because he was missing something critical? Was the slowly blossoming core of his thoughts not, in fact, where love started?

He wished he could have talked with Sanemi more. He wished that he could have… just tried to figure out why. But now his mind was drowning in Sanemi's words. 

Gideon then did what he usually tried to do when stressed. He took a walk. And a couple of hours passed. 

Meanwhile… Genya had grown concerned. He couldn't find Gideon around the mansion, and when he had gone to his room to check for him… he saw the note.

From his brother. Directed towards Gideon. 

But by the time Genya had made his way to the training hollow, both of them were gone. He'd missed Gideon by ten minutes.

Why did his brother want to talk to him? What did they do, what did they talk about? He… he saw them together. He was that close and yet Genya missed him. Missed a chance to apologize, perhaps even two chances… he held himself as tears trickled down his face. The situation was shitty. 

Sanemi potentially knowing about his relationship also added an element of anxiety. He didn't know how his older brother would react to him dating in general, much less a man. 

Genya stayed in the hollow for a good forty minutes, and as the sun blazed high in the sky, he made his way back to the mansion.

Gideon will come back. He promised me he wouldn't skip meals. He's gotta come back for lunch.

Gideon did come back, just in time to get lunch before it was cleaned up. Genya had waited for him in the dining area and nearly knocked the table over standing up when he saw him. 

He rushed up to hold him, and Gideon held him as well but… a bit weakly. 

“I was so worried, I… I didn't know where you went, I saw the note-” Genya pulled him out so he could look him in his eyes and cup his face with both hands. Gideon reached up to hold Genya's hands gently. 

“I'm so sorry, I… I didn't mean to make you worry. I took a walk.” 

Something was off and Genya knew it. Just in the way he spoke. In the way he touched. “What happened?”

Gideon seemed so far away. His eyes refocus, looking into Genya's and he shook his head a little, trying to smile. 

“S-sorry- I… I feel like I just have a lot on my mind.”

Genya still looked at him worriedly. Anxiety courses through him. 

Gideon shifted his head to kiss his palm. “...I know you want me to eat. Um… I'm just not hungry though. I'll take a roll with me. But can we talk? Please?” 

Genya nods. Gideon asking in such a way doesn't ease his anxiety but… at least he will be let in. “Lets go to my room,” he offers, taking him by the hand, lacing their fingers. 

The action just… gets Gideon. He doesn't know why. He nods, clutching Genya's hand as he swallows a lump in his throat. 

‘You don't love him…’ ’

The words are haunting. They stung and felt untrue… but was Gideon causing harm unintentionally? Did he do the right thing? He really wasn't sure. 

Genya opens the door to his room and Gideon looks around. The air is fresh here, Genya's  bonsai's sitting on a table near the light of the window. 

Genya pulls him in gently and shuts the door. “My trees will keep your secrets, don't worry.” He smiles at him, trying not to show how incredibly anxious he was. He invites Gideon to sit but he shakes his head. He, too, is anxious, so he opts to stand. 

Genya sits on his bed and faces him, eyes full of concern, worry… and Gideon blinks trying to figure out how to ask his questions while not … saying something Ill-willed against Sanemi. 

Perhaps if he's just… honest. About the whole Interaction. What was said… how he was feeling. But he'd have to bring up the L word. 

“...Your brother knows we are seeing each other. He asked me and I told him straight up. I think he handled it well. It certainly could have been worse but… I'm sorry if you didn't want him to know. Um…” 

He looks to Genya with very full eyes. “I stood up for you. He… wants you to leave the corps. But I didn't know exactly why you wanted to be a demon slayer in the first place. I told him that you've worked hard to be here…” 

Gideon blinks and takes a breath. “I know it's an odd time to ask this. But why did you join? And .. why did you stay?” 

Genya is silent for a moment. It was odd that he was asking this. He sensed that there was a puzzle piece not quite out yet; Gideon wasn't telling him everything. 

“I joined so that I could become a Hashira, be acknowledged by my brother, and…” he clutches his bed sheets. 

“And apologize to him. I… I did something terrible to him. That's why I'm here, I need to apologize… I… I love my brother. He needs to know…” 

Genya's eyes run with tears and he sniffles. “Did… did he tell you? Is that why you're acting differently?” 

Gideon's heart broke a little.”No, no of course not!” He immediately moved in to hold Genya close. He had no idea he'd been so far off and not giving him a normal amount of affection. 

“Sanemi didn't tell me anything specific. I get the sense that he wasn't saying everything to me.” he looks into Genya's eyes. He's dying to ask him what he feels he needs to apologize for, what is hurting him so deeply right now… but the answer comes up. 

“I called him a murderer… he- he had to do it… I know that now. But- I… when we were kids I… I just saw Mom, dead, and I was in so much shock…” he buries his face into Gideon’s uniform and sobs. “She'd been turned into a demon, h-he had to…!! She k-killed all of my other siblings… he… he did it to… s-save me and I called him a murderer!!” 

Gideon reaches to pet through Genya's hair. It was a lot of information to process. 

“You couldn't have known… you were just a kid. So was he… You're right, he did what he had to. You did what you could… it's an impossible scenario to fathom. Something you should have never experienced. Genya… I'm so sorry.” 

Holding him gently and allowing him to cry, it sort of made sense to him now. Sanemi… he still could have been hurting from the extreme loss. Processing it all much differently than Genya. And Gideon may be wrong because he's closer to Genya, and doesn't know Sanemi well… but his words and actions today seemed like a frustrated older brother, just wanting to protect his younger brother.

As Gideon thought about Sanemi's demand, of Gideon leaving the corps and taking Genya with him… he knew the only way Genya would even relatively entertain that is if he got to apologize and reconcile with Sanemi. And it didn't seem like Sanemi was in a place to do that. 

He felt Genya's sobs ease over time. He stood between his legs holding him close and rhythmically stroking his back. 

As he settled more and more, Gideon pressed kisses into the top of his head, down to his cheeks as he carefully wiped remaining tears.

“I'm sorry that I was a little distant earlier, baby. I didn't mean to make you anxious. I wasn't even aware I was doing that.” 

He carefully knelt before him, taking his hands into his. “I know this is new for both of us. I want you to know that I'll always try to put your interests at the forefront. You're so incredibly important to me, and I adore you. You're safe with me. And I'll encourage you in whatever you want to do. I'll be right by your side.” 

Genya sniffles and nods, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. Gideon takes the hand still in his hold and gives him small kisses on his knuckles. 

Genya blinks and gazes down to him. “Why were you so… far away earlier? Can you tell me?” 

Gideon blushes as he looks up to Genya. He clutches Genyas hand… he still had a lot of uncertainty but… he wanted to be honest with him. 

“...I think I might love you.” 

[anin13]

Shumori chapter 3

TW: swiss idol ideation, survivor's guilt, self image issues (not body), Diabolik Lovers. You can read all interactions as platonic or romantic, whichever suits your taste, it is ambiguous here on purpose mwahaha! The only official romantic relationship so far is SubaruxYui

Yuma Mukami felt out of place in his new school uniform. Their benefactor, the king of vampires, had it custom made for him because apparently, people who were almost 2m tall were very rare in this country.

He felt the soft fabric of what was technically a custom tailor-made suit he'd never thought he'd get to wear at any point during his mortal life. Even when he did go to school as a human boy, the uniform was coarse and most of his classmates had to outgrow it by a lot to be able to get a new one. Plus, he remembered a few flashes from his little time at school: it was rowdy, full of dirty kids and jokes.

Here in the present, both classmates and teachers were quiet and formal; this huge school with marble floor felt cold and a bit eerie.

He'd been living in a huge castle (and in a mansion) for a while now, but sometimes his bed felt a bit too soft, the water too warm, the floor too clean. Like he didn't actually belong in his third life; he felt there was something that wasn't true and it often made him wonder why he can't remember anything to get some kind of clue of what.

The only reminder of the blank in his memories was a nightmare about a village's destruction. Had he caused it, or had he been caught in it? It was very vague but he must have gotten his burn marks from somewhere.

Something must have happened so Karl-Heinz had chosen him along with Ruki, Kou and Azusa to become vampires to serve him; actual monsters.

Either way, he was proud that the Sakamakis, Karl's real offspring, had fallen into their trap last night, even if the hat guy had immediately seen who it was; it had made the right impact because they weren't calm as a clam. He saw a Sakamaki guy holding a Teddy bear and muttering something to it while glaring at him earlier today.

He'd hoped for a bit of more aristocratic chaos and scandal, but it was okay. With their guard up, they'd soon reveal their skills and assets and the mission would begin.

As for Eve... he felt a bit sorry for her, since she was being dragged around like some kind of pig, but Ruki said they'd try and charm her into their side first, and if that didn't work... oh shit. Where the fuck was his classroom..?

Shu Sakamaki was sneaking out of class to sleep in the music classroom, as he just couldn't summon the stamina to keep his head above the desk in that incredibly tedious biology class. The music teacher had even given him a key to the most comfortable classroom in secret after some subtle blackmail.

He'd predictably heard of some new "students" arriving at school right after the sighting of the amateur terrorists, but so far he had only met a guy who had excused himself in history class to go to the bathroom looking like he was about to vomit. Maybe the guys from yesterday were some other people.

As he made his way, a huge shadow was coming from the next hallway, hanging on the wall. It would be a drag if he was caught wandering the hallways; what was this kind of bodyguard silhouette doing, here, anyway?

Being old as hell and having to abide by rules set for teenagers was so annihilating for motivation to exist, it-----!

That face. It's like he was seeing a ghost.

But it was flesh and bone. Ish. It was a vampire, like himself, but not a pure one. He couldn't breathe. He stood still and so did the tall guy.

He was just like Edgar, if he'd ever had the chance to grow up.

If it weren't for you.

He came back as a vampire. How and why? He looked so strong, too! It couldn't be, yet here he was. He could have looked like him and be someone else, but you can't fake a scent like this one he remembered so well. Would Edgar remember him? Is he now targeting him, his family or Yui?

Yuma stood still when he came face to face with a blond guy. He looked way too old in the eyes to be a high school student and definitely smelled like a vampire.

Another Sakamaki. What's with that face? He looked sad and shocked, like he'd seen a ghost or something. It annoyed him; he had a privileged life, with handsome looks and everything! What the fuck could he ever be goddamned sad about??? He grew irritated. And couldn't help but think, does this guy know something I don't? He surely didn't seem like the arrogant bastards he'd imagined all of those brothers would be like.

As the moment hung on too long and began to send him chills down the spine, Yuma tried to form a casual smile to pass by, and the typical non-smile you give strangers when you're feeling awkward came out instead before he rushed by into his godforsaken classroom.

He definitely didn't remember Shu, his dubious childhood friend whose name he'd carved on a tree with his. Could it be for the best? If there was someone who deserved to free him from this world, it was Edgar.

Yes, some deserve to die to stop causing harm, but... is it true that the ultimate love confession in the vampire world is having your beloved kill you?

And Shu couldn't help but think it was good to see him again.

He didn't feel he deserved to be friends with him again; he wouldn't harm him a second time. But he wanted to talk to him. About what, and why? His eyes were prickling hot, he was at a loss. And in the middle of the hallway. He ran into the music classroom, turned off the lights and locked the door behind him.

It was nearly morning when Christa Sakamaki had finished the ritual. Yui's idea was not bad at all, she loved that kid so much.

The collective dream she'd induce on Subaru and his half-brothers would be made out of their own imaginations; she only hoped their minds weren't too contaminated with harmful stuff.

A naïve hope, but either way. Subaru could surely handle it. Not so sure about the others, but they'd wake up next dusk; they were pretty much immortal, after all.

Good thing the city of Kaminashi didn't have a large vampire population because the dream would include any vampire within a 2 km radius, her skills weren't as practiced and refined as Karl's.

Yui had told Christa the idea of the collective dream to help them face themselves and each other for support while Subaru was getting some tea from the castle kitchen; she hoped Yui wouldn't face any retaliation from the brothers if they found out whose idea it was even if she said she was prepared for it.

Despite Yui's best efforts, Subaru had a really hard time connecting to others and could use a little push (or full-blown slam) because Yui wasn't immortal; Subaru can't just depend on her for every emotional need, she didn't want him to repeat the pattern she'd had with her own son that had hurt him so much with Yui. And the rest of the brothers were Karl's victims too; she'd give them the chance she never had.

-It is done. -she declared, snuffing out the last candle with a mischievous smile.

-Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree..?

Meanwhile, the Sakamaki and Mukami households were preparing to sleep in their respective beds, iron maidens and coffins, but were probably gonna get more than they had bargained for!

Oyasumi, Oooo-yaaaa-suuu-miiiii!

[shysublimecoffee]

Yup. That's the message I got. An abused and neglected girl who is ultimately just a kid is a villain we shouldn't sympathize she's so horrid that everyone felt justified to abandon her to her abusive mom and the Mayor is afforded more grace to get away from his "cruel daughter " and wife. Man raised his kid for years and then throwing her away and adopting a new step daughter as if this is an object or jewelry and not a human being. A being you raised fuck the Mayor and Audrey. He really took Zoe in as his new and improved daughter and wiped his hands away from this mess. Astruc made a questionable choice by basing a character on someone he deeply dislikes in adulthood. This decision has resulted in inconsistent writing, particularly evident in characters like Chloe and the introduction of replacements like Zoe, who feel like B-rated substitutes. It's crucial to recognize that the audience doesn't share the same personal connection to these characters as the creator does. If Astruc struggles with accepting that reality, perhaps he should avoid crafting characters with such strong personal biases. The well-known advice of not getting too attached to characters and avoiding basing them on people you know intimately exists for a reason – to remind creators not to expect readers to share the same associations and sentiments.

And Gabriel is what out here smiling holding his wife with the amount of misdeeds and sins on his record. You both are right and @themattress makes a point in the symbolic imagery one is designed in white light signifying Heaven and holding onto his dead wife and Chloe backdrop is red signaling Hell in her despair.

Everyone just abandon her I don't give 2 shits about how this all her doing when the main culprits behind this fiasco is roaming free wtf. I hate that this show doesn't spend a millisecond on Gabriel and his minions on how much they manipulate and desert her once her use is over consistently throughout this show. And @eddo-tensei I think the statue really is what sells it for me. That all this time was a waste .He was a horrid man who did anything to get those miraculous at the cost of nothing more than for the resurrection of his wife yet treats his son his wife and his legacy like shit. He mistreats and abuses Adrien and the show acts as if this is heartbreaking he made no backup plans and rendered his son to become an orphan. He thinks so illogically what loving parent would immediately take advantage of their son sadness when their alone for their own gain. His willing to turn him into a puppet for his own use and it's like their is a filter backdrop to explain how he ended up that there was no choice he didn't mean to to remember all the times instead of making present memories for his child here and now he chose to discard it and abandon his son for something ultimately stupid.

Honestly, if Gabriel's character had a smidge more depth, it could have added a touch of sincerity. Maybe if he were written as a distant and imperfect father or at least someone struggling with the duality behind figuring out Chat Noir's mask but not exposing him and trying to at least give him more partial treatment in not hurting him but focusing his ire on Ladybug would have made more sense, it would have made the moments more emotionally charged between them. But nope, all we get is him discovering Adriens Miraculous and promptly deciding, "Well, time to pummel my own son." No introspection, just a dash of "Miraculous, you're mine, mwahaha." Classic Gabriel.

SPOILERS FOR ML SEASON 5 FINALE

This is the message of Miraculous. A neglected child who gets manipulated into doing horrible things ends up with nothing and everyone chooses to leave her to be "tended to" by a mother who doesn't give a shit about her. All the while, we're supposed to treat her as completely irredeemable. Meanwhile, an abusive father who happened to be the main person who manipulated her gets a last-minute sob story to justify all the horrible things he did before making a wish that ERASED THE UNIVERSE only to be treated as a hero even by the main character who he TRICKED into giving up her Miraculouses just to spare his abused son's feelings. And we're expected to be happy about this ending.

I'm not sure there was any more of a "go fuck yourself" they could've possibly mustered with the last stretch of this season. Message received.

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call [4]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing,��m!masturbation, dirty talk, flirting, self-doubt, misunderstandings, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 5,2k

an: the penultimate chapter!! i'm sorry for... the ending mwahaha, i love pain y'all know that. anyway i hope you like it as always, pls let me know. don't forget to reblog babes! <3

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chapter four ♫♪♩·.¸¸

Eddie's in New York. He loves this city, the one that never sleeps. It's so different from Hawkins. New York is fast paced, bustling crowds full of people rushing to wherever they were going. Eddie feels like he blends in, no one pays attention to him because they don't have the time typically. The past two weeks have been quick, time is flying by with the end of the year in sight. Eddie's been busy too. Besides his usual routine of touring, he's been silently seeking new management. He's had a couple meetings with potential new managers, under the radar of course. They were both successful, he'd say. But there was one woman who he really liked. She was a bit older, in her 40s maybe, but she was smart, experienced and compassionate when Eddie talked about his professional struggles with his current team. She kind of reminded him of his mom, too...

The two shows they have in Madison Square Garden start tomorrow and to be honest, he feels bittersweet about it. This is literally his dream coming true, both shows have been nearly sold out too. While he's extremely grateful to be playing at one of the biggest stages, he feels guilt and shame, it's been gnawing his stomach the moment they arrived in the city last night. He didn't get much sleep over it, either, and he gave up trying when the sun first peeked out from the horizon.

It's only a little after 7am, when he takes a walk through the concrete jungle, walking past the Garden with the Empire State Building looming behind it. He's in comfortable clothes - light blue jeans, ripped at the left knee and right thigh, a simple grey hoodie pulled over his head, with his hair in a low bun underneath and his signature jean vest pulled on top, rocking a pair of white high top sneakers on his feet. And since it was early morning and he wasn't in work mode yet, he had his glasses on. Round shaped with thick, clear rims. From his left pocket, he pulls out his phone and finally dials the number he's been avoiding like the plague.

''Eddie? Is that you, son?'' Wayne's voice shoots out after a couple of rings.

''Yeah, it's me.'' Eddie sighs, thankful he was outside as he could already feel his chest tightening. ''Before you say anything, j-just let me explain, please.''

Wayne doesn't say anything and Eddie takes a deep breath before letting go, ''I've been stupid and selfish. I've let other people control me and my life for so long now, when I should've been the one in charge. I thought I knew what I was doing, but I trusted the wrong people. I pushed you away because you were the only sensible thing I had left and I didn't want you to see the loser I had become. Unbeknownst to them, someone has helped me see the things a bit more clearly. I'm still figuring some stuff out, but I just wanted you to know that I'm really fucking sorry and I miss you.''

He feels like a ton has been lifted off his shoulders. Eddie sniffs and clears his throat. It takes Wayne a minute to process, so he just keeps walking in silence.

''First of all, you're not stupid. You're young and making mistakes is part of growing up. Now I would have appreciated if you had figured things out sooner, but I'm glad you did. I didn't want to push too much, I knew you needed to fight your way out of this yourself. I've been keeping tabs on you, some kids showed me the way around a computer.'' Wayne chuckles and it makes Eddie huff along, too. ''I miss you too, son. You're the furthest thing from a failure, Ed, and I'm very proud of you. You're a brilliant young man, I need you to remember that.''

Eddie swallows thickly, fixing his glasses. ''You're the one I look up to, so whatever I may be - it all came from you.''

''Oh, I don't know about any of that,'' his uncle drawls, ''you were always independent, looked out for yourself. I was just there when you needed me.''

''I always need you. I'm in New York right now, we're playing the Garden... Like I always wanted,'' Eddie says, his voice getting quieter.

''What's the matter then? You don't sound too happy about it.''

''No, I am,'' Eddie defended, ''It's just weird without you here, I guess I always pictured it differently. I was thinking - maybe I could fly you out for a show?''

''I'd like that. Not tomorrow though, I'm working,'' Wayne replied and Eddie smiled to himself, blinking away the (happy) tears that threatened to fall.

''That's fine, the day after tomorrow then? It's two shows.''

''Sounds like a plan.''

''Shit, okay. Let me work out some details and I'll text you later?''

''That's fine, Ed. Listen, I'm thrilled that you called but duty calls. I have used up all of my smoke break minutes for today,'' Wayne joked.

''Yeah, okay.'' Eddie chuckled. ''I'll see you in two days, then.''

''Two days,'' his uncle confirmed.

They said their goodbyes and Eddie hung up, unable to process what just happened. He mentally kicked himself for not doing this sooner, he would have felt a lot better a long time ago. With a lot more prep in his step, Eddie googled the nearest coffee shop. He needed the caffeine for today and his stomach was grumbling, he left the hotel way before breakfast was served. After following the instructions his phone told him, he arrived in front of a corner shop with. He stood in front of it, hesitating. Is this were you worked at? What would he do if you did? He could already see a girl behind the counter - was that you? He had no idea what you looked like. Would he recognize you by just your voice? Only one way to find out.

He pulled the door open and stepped inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread hitting him in a wave.

''Good morning,'' the girl behind the counter cheered. She sounded similar, sure, but he couldn't tell 100%.

''Uh, hi.'' Eddie stepped closer to the counter, pretending to look around.

''What can I get- oh, it's you.'' the girl gasped and Eddie froze. ''You're Eddie, right?'' she whispered.

Oh shit, was this it? Was it you? He didn't feel like it was you. He had a special feeling whenever he talked to you, which you two had been doing almost every day now. He had started feeling shitty about not coming clean about who he was, you had opened up so much already, when he had only given you crumbs. You didn't seem to mind though, or if you did you didn't show it.

''Yeah..'' Eddie blinked, playing with his glasses, his hands shaking a little bit.

''Wow, you're really cool. I saw you and your band live a few weeks ago. You're great!'' she said coolly, a polite smile on her face.

Eddie smile back politely, hiding his disappointment. It wasn't you, obviously. He was stupid to think he'd find you at the very first coffee shop he set his foot in. ''Oh, thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.''

''Yeah, I have to admit I wasn't a fan before, but my girlfriend dragged me along. Anyway, I actually really liked it, so...''

''Hey, that's cool. Anyway,'' he cleared his throat, ''you got any good coffee?''

''Oh, for sure. Here or to go? What kind of coffee would you like?''

Eddie gave his order and she typed away on her screen. Black coffee, medium size, two sugars, to go. His empty stomach also didn't go unnoticed. ''Got any pastry recommendations?''

''Sweet or savoury?'' the girl asked, sliding his cup towards him on the counter, topping it with a lid.

''I'm not sure. Sweet maybe?'' Eddie cocked his head, looking at the display of shiny golden bread in front of him.

''I'd recommend the chocolate croissant or the almond buttercream eclair. The croissant is our most popular one, but the eclair is my friends favorite.''

''I'll go with the eclair then,'' he decided, pulling out his wallet and digging for some cash.

The girl packed his pastry in a box and placed it on the counter next to his coffee. Eddie threw her a twenty, even though his bill was 11 dollars. ''Keep the change. You've been most helpful...''

''Robin,'' she finished.

''Robin, thank you. Hope to see you at another show!''

Eddie walked the long way back to the hotel, sipping his coffee and munching on his eclair. Both of which were incredible, by the way. He figured he'd go back if he had the time. When he got back to his room, he had finished the food and took the last sip of coffee, throwing it in the empty basket under the desk.

.•♫•♬•

You were out of the city, in Brooklyn, near Brighton Beach where your parents lived. You had taken four days off work to come dog sit your parents dog while they went on a 3-night spa getaway. You were walking Dolly, your parents' 4 year old French bulldog, through the all familiar streets of where you grew up. There was a farmers' market in town, so you headed there, Dolly leading the way. You picked up vegetables for a soup you were making later, some herbs and a whole bag of kiwis.

Making your way back to your parents' house, your mind drifted to where it always was these days, Eddie. You'd been speaking for a while now, and there was an itch at the back of your mind. You were holding back the urge to google him. It was natural, you though, you could then easily put a face to the voice you had been speaking with. Any normal person would hop straight on the internet when they find out they're talking to a celebrity, right?

You didn't want to be that girl, but you did wonder what kind of relationship you had with him. It's been what, like a month, you went from complete strangers to friends, to him coaxing you to an orgasm over the phone, to... what? You couldn't call him just a friend anymore, it felt more than that. Friends don't have phone sex, either. You had feelings for him, romantic ones. They were simmering, like hot soup under a lid. You didn't want to bring it up first too, asking the age old question - what are we? That would scare him off for sure.

You got back to the house just before it started drizzling rain. You removed your coat, hat and gloves then cleaned Dolly up and let her roam the house. You grabbed your purchases and made your way to the kitchen, where your phone was charging on the island. You saw that you had a message from Robin, multiple messages actually. You grabbed the device and unlocked it, swiping through her messages.

11.52am - Robin ''OMG you have no idea who I met this morning!''

11.52am - Robin ''I would call you but we're so busy today, I'm literally peeing right now so I could text you.''

11.52am - Robin ''EDDIE MUNSON was here, I can't believe it. I texted Cherry too, she's been here since 8am. Said she's gonna be here all day in the off chance he comes back. She wants a pic.''

11.52am - Robin ''Anyway, he's from that band we saw about a month ago. Really sexy up close!!''

You blinked, staring at the screen. You were only focused on two words, a name really. Eddie Munson... From a band. A musician, then. Your heart thumped in your chest. Was it him? You didn't really believe in silly coincidences. Finally breaking, you quickly pulled up the search bar and googled the name. A ton of pictures, videos, news articles popped up. You only intended on looking at pictures, you didn't mean to look at the news articles. But once you started, you fell down the rabbit hole, unable to get out.

Corroded Coffin star Eddie Munson seen leaving restaurant with Victoria's Secret model.

'Eddie Munson snorted coke off my ass' ex-girlfriend Madeline claims!

Corroded Coffin frontman leaving band? Manager denies claim!

You read through multiple articles, all accompanied with pictures of him. A woman next to him in every photo, tall, skinny, perfect skin. You didn't concentrate too much on the women, otherwise you'd only hurt your own feelings. You looked at him, marveling at different angles taken of him on stage, his long wild hair flipping in the air.

''Oh shit,'' you gasped as you remembered a few weeks ago, when he first called you. You had walked by a poster of him without even knowing who it was. But looking at the pictures on your phone, you knew it was your Eddie. You felt it in your bones.

You went to Youtube and searched his name there too. You noticed a late night interview he had done, uploaded just last week. You clicked on it and watched the whole thing. You felt strange watching him like this. He wasn't just some faceless fantasy you had developed feelings for, he was real. He talked animatedly with the host, talking about their tour.

''Yeah, we're super excited. Very grateful to be playing Madison Square Garden next week, two shows. It's wild.''

Madison Square Garden? New York? Next week - this week, then? This was the first time you were hearing about any of this. It was already the middle of the week. You went to Instagram, searched up Corroded Coffins account (surprisingly, you didn't find Eddie's personal account) and clicked on it. There was a new picture uploaded, just an hour ago. Eddie was standing in front of the arena's entrance, his back facing the camera. And there he was, in your city, without telling you.

You took a deep breath. It's fine, it's only the afternoon. He's probably busy. You followed the account and looked through their stories. There was a reposted story of someone else's, it was a picture of a girl holding two tickets. What caught you off guard, however, was the caption of the photo.

''Thanks for the VIP tickets Eddie! Can't wait to see you tonight!!''

Then you noticed the girl's username and it seemed familiar. It clicked to you that it was the same Madeline you read about earlier, his ex then.

Your stomach dropped. He hasn't mentioned anything to you about being in New York, but invites his ex to go see him, probably backstage too. God knows if they were even broken up, you certainly wouldn't know. You felt betrayed, stupid for not being cautious enough. You believed every word he had said, never having a reason to doubt he might be lying about anything. Were you just some distraction for him? Was he just pulling you along because he was bored? Maybe this is why he was hesitant to reveal who he was, maybe he was scared you would find out who he was and catch on to him.

Just as you felt tears of frustration pool in your eyes, he texted you, almost like he could sense something was wrong.

13.01pm - Eddie ''Hey Kiwi girl, how are you? Miss you!''

Frustrated that he could still make your stomach turn upside down, you called Robin instead.

''Hey babe, called at just the right time, I just went on lunch. It's a madhouse today. Did you see what I texted you by the way?'' Robin rambled on the other side.

''Yeah.. I know him.''

''What? No, you don't. You don't listen to that kind of music.''

''Rob, I know him. He's the guy I've been texting,'' you admitted.

''What?!'' she shrieked. ''When? How?''

You sighed, dropping onto the living room couch, bringing your legs underneath you. ''I just found out myself. He told me his name was Eddie and that he was a musician but that's all I knew. I just put the pieces together when you texted.''

''That's insane!'' Robin replied, her words muffled as she was crunching on something. ''Are you going to meet him, then? Are they playing a show?''

''Yeah, tomorrow. He didn't even tell me he was coming, though...''

''Really? That's strange. I thought you said you liked him.''

''Yeah, I do! I don't think he feels the same,'' you swallowed the lump in your throat. ''I found out he sent his ex some tickets though.''

''No fucking way,'' your best friend noted.

''Way.''

''Maybe it's all just a misunderstanding,'' she offered tenderly.

''Pff, or maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe I was an idiot, like always.''

''Hey! You are not an idiot. If everything you said is true then he is a scumbag and I'm on your side, always. I can let Cherry know, too. She'll probably pepper spray him the next time she sees him.''

''I don't condone that, but thanks,'' you chuckled, picking at the woolly fabric of the armrest.

''What if you just asked him about it?''

''I don't know,'' you dragged out the words, letting Dolly hop on the couch and snuggle up to you. ''What makes you think he'd tell the truth?''

''Would he have a reason to lie?'' she asked.

''No? I'm not sure.''

''See - that's why you have to find out! You don't even know what's going on but you're already jumping to conclusions. That's not fair to him either.''

''Why do you always have to make so much sense?'' you sighed, feeling guilty that you had assumed things too quickly. Maybe she was right, Eddie had mentioned things being written about him in the tabloids. Most of the times, the media grasps onto any straw they can, whether it be true or false. You couldn't allow yourself to fall into that trap. ''So I just tell him I figured out who he is?''

''Might as well. How long can you guys keep this anonymity up, anyway.''

''That's true,'' you quipped, deep in thought. ''What did he order today, by the way?''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was nervous. He sent you that text five hours ago and you had yet to reply. You hadn't even opened it. It's unusual for you to not reply for this long, Eddie was starting to get worried. Had something happened to you? He's been trying to buy plane tickets for Wayne for about an hour now, without luck as he keeps getting distracted. He decided to take a break when he typed in his email address incorrectly, three times. He had a list of things he was supposed to get done today, but so far he had managed to do nothing. He needed to pick out an outfit for tomorrow's show, he had to ask someone to get him a new pair of contacts because he lost his, get tickets for Wayne obviously.

Just as he was about to send you another text, you called him. He picked up instantly.

''Y/N, hey. I was getting worried.''

''Sorry, I was... I was actually ignoring you.''

Confused, Eddie sat up straighter. ''Why? Did I do something wrong, did I say something to upset you?''

''No, it's actually what you didn't do,'' you sing-songed in response. ''Enjoy that eclair today, Eddie?''

Time stilled, the Earth ceased rotating, Eddie stopped breathing. ''H-how do you know about that?''

''My best friend Robin told me,'' you said matter-of-factly. Eddie almost dropped his phone. This wasn't happening. Robin? Rob!? He couldn't believe he didn't put two and two together this morning, even as it was staring at him right in the face. He was there, where you worked. He talked to your best friend. Eddie felt like he was in that movie The Lakehouse, where the two characters were at the same place, but at a different time.

''You didn't tell me you were playing at the Garden tomorrow,'' you teased him but he could also hear the note of sadness.

''I'm sorry,'' he blurted out, ''I meant to tell you, I swear! It's just... You're so good and I didn't think you would be interested in me, apart from this,'' he gestured to the phone as if somehow you could see it, but you still seemed to catch on.

''Oh, Eddie. That's not true. Look, I can't lie to you. I did google you after Robin called me and said that the famous Eddie Munson came by.''

Not gonna lie, his full name sounded heavenly coming from you. He was relieved, mostly, that now you knew everything. He didn't have to hold back anymore.

''And I saw some things, for sure. Did you really snort cocaine off of someone's ass?''

''Oh my fucking God,'' he groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. ''That is the worst rumor I've ever heard about myself. I definitely didn't, you can trust me on that.''

''Okay,'' you giggled and Eddie felt lighter already. ''But, um, would you like to meet, then? It's okay if you don't, there's-''

''Yes.''

''Oh, okay, good,'' now you were the one who sounded nervous, breathing uneven into the microphone.

''Can you come to the show tomorrow? I'd see you right fucking now if I could, but today won't work out for me. I can put your name on a list, you just say it at the door and they'll let you in.''

''Yeah, I can do that.''

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. ''Can't wait, sweetheart.''

''If you think you're off the hook that easy, Eddie Munson, think again.''

Wiped that smile right off his face.

''What are you doing right now?'' you asked.

''Uh, nothing, just at my hotel room.''

''Good, can you lay down on the bed for me, pretty boy?''

Shit.

Eddie followed your command and laid down, resting his head against the soft pillows, his legs splayed wide on the bed.

''Now I want you to take out your cock and stroke it 'til it's hard,'' you instructed, voice smooth as honey. ''I saw pictures of you, you're real pretty, Eds.''

Eddie whimpered at the compliment, his cheeks flushing. He switched his phone so he could push his sweatpants down, just enough so he could free his already half hard member. Spitting in his hand, he wrapped his fist around himself, pulling on it slowly, smearing his spit all over the head.

''Such a good boy, I can already hear it. Does that feel good?''

''Y-yeah,'' Eddie's hips bucked as he ran his fist up and down, gripping tightly at the base and then running back up again, brushing his thumb over the slit, pre-cum dripping.

''Keep going, tell me how good it feels.''

''So good,'' his chest heaving, bolts of pleasure shooting up his veins, he continued to pump himself. ''Wish it was your hand instead, o-or your mouth or pussy, fuck.''

''What about my ass, Eddie? Would you fuck my asshole too if I asked?''

''Jesusss...''

''Tell me when you're close,'' you moaned out, just to stir him on.

''I'm about two seconds away from busting.''

''Stop!'' you barked.

''What? What happened?''

''Oh, you don't get to cum. Take that as your punishment,'' your evil laugh ranged through the phone.

''Fuck, you're mean,'' he groaned, fisting the sheets below him to stop himself from going back to his cock. ''I hope this isn't too forward, but I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow.''

.•♫•♬•

The day is here, finally you would meet Eddie. This whole thing has been fast, you admit, it's only been a month or so. Somehow that didn't scare you, like you thought it might. You were buzzing with excitement, even a little nauseous. You were a little anxious as well, it always made your tummy sensitive, so you had a small breakfast that morning.

Robin had agreed to come watch Dolly while you were away, probably dragging Cherry along, too. The day seemed to drag on and on. Robin promised to be there an hour before you had to leave to hype you up - that's what she said.

You didn't sleep last night, thinking how tonight will go. You weren't so much nervous to meet him, you already know what he looks like, who he is. What tugged at the back of your mind was, what would he think of you. You didn't look anything like the girls he had been pictured with. You didn't think you were ugly either, you were just... you. Would you be enough?

When you decide it was time to get ready, you showered and shaved every inch of your body, Eddie's promise last night very fresh in your mind, still. Since you didn't expect to go to a rock concert tonight, your outfit would have to do with whatever you packed. You were torn between a skirt or pants. Figuring the atmosphere would most likely be.. heavy, you went with the safe option of your black jeans. You matched them with a graphic tee, paired with shiny black Dr. Martens boots. Make up simple, as again, you didn't prepare for this and didn't have time to make a stop at home - mascara, some powder, a nude gloss.

Robin knocked on the front door just as you were screwed the cap back on your lipgloss. You let her in, Cherry following behind just as you thought. ''You look bomb, but just so you know, I would much rather be at the show than babysit some smushed face baby seal.''

As if Cherry had blown a dog whistle, Dolly appeared from the living room and trotted right up to her. ''Oh, hiii.''

You rolled your eyes in amusement. ''Your girlfriend is weird.''

Robin pulled you into a hug. ''She's just upset she can't go to the show. But I told her we're helping with the love story of the century and she caved. Cherry loves love.''

''Don't be dramatic,'' you huffed.

You walked Robin through the basics about Donna, what and how much to feed her, when she wants to go outside. Cherry was meanwhile busy rubbing baby seal's belly.

You slipped on your jacket and said your goodbyes, Robin wishing you good luck and hopped in your car. The drive back only took about 20 minutes, but it was enough time to fill your body with nerves. It took a few minutes to find a parking space, but you were lucky as you found one pretty close to the building. People were already lined up, but it looked like the line was moving at a normal pace, the doors were already open. You followed in line with others, seeing the entrance up ahead, Corroded Coffin's name on the billboard above it in big bold letters. You got to the front considerably quickly, the security guard asking for your ticket.

''Um, I'm supposed to be on the list, I think.'' You told him your name and the guy scanned his tablet, then nodded and let you through after taking a quick glance at your crossbody purse.

The floor was open plan, seating only on the upper floors. You made your way somewhere to the left hand side, as the first floor was already full of people. It was a bit far, but you could still see the stage. The microphones were already lined up, drum set at the back of the stage. It was 5 minutes until the opening act, when you got a text.

21.55pm - Eddie ''Are you here?''

21.56pm - Y/N ''Yes.''

21.56pm - Eddie ''What are you wearing? ;)''

21.56pm - Y/N ''Idiot.''

After a couple minutes, the lights went out and the opening act took to the stage, to a lukewarm reception. The band was alright, you guessed, you had never heard of them obviously. You bobbed your head to some of the songs, even took a few pictures. The set went by quick and now you only had to wait 30 more minutes for the main act, to the one you were here for.

By the time it was time for the main event, more people had filled the arena and now you were pretty squished, girls and guys on every side of you. You squeezed past some people, looking for more room at the back. You found a big enough space and settled there. The lights went out again and this time, the crowd roared. Music started playing and the drummer came out first, followed by three other guys a minute later. There he was, in all of his glory, guitar strapped over his shoulder. He smirked at the crowd and hit the first note on his guitar, followed by the high pitch eruption of women in the audience.

The show started, and though this music was not your prefered genre, you were absolutely mesmerized. Eddie's stage presence was magnetic, he owned the the entire arena. All eyes were on him as he strummed different notes and flipped his hair around, screaming, singing and even moaning into the microphone. People yelled, jumped, pushed around. Not to mention the mosh pit in the middle of the floor.

As Eddie sang the songs, his eyes kept looking around. Was he looking for you? You wanted to scoot closer, but it was impossible. The crowd was wild even at the back, you couldn't even imagine what was happening at the barricade.

They played for more than an hour. As the show came to a close, you clapped and cheered just like everybody else. He was amazing, the band was amazing. They all bowed, the bassist threw his picks at the girls in front of him. Eddie thanked the audience, his voice tired and raspy and so sexy. ''Hey Kiwi girl, come find me.''

You blushed, though nobody knew he was talking about you. You waited a while, watching the crowd slowly pushing out, before you had any room to made to the front. You made it to the barricade and and called another security guard over.

''Hi, I think I'm supposed to go backstage.'' You told him your name and that you had an invite from Eddie himself. He took a sceptic look at you and spoke something into his walkie talkie before ushering you closer and helping you over the railing.

He asked you to follow him and lead the way from the stage through a door, into a long corridor. Your ears were ringing from the loud music and your heart was doing flips. ''It's the last door to the left.''

You thanked the guard and he left. You took a deep breath and walked to the door, raising your hand to know, but the door flew open before you had the chance.

''Oh, sorry. Are you looking for someone?'' a guy, who you recognized as the drummer, asked. His face was all sweaty and he was holding a towel in his hand. There was commotion coming from the room and you looked over his shoulder, your breath hitching as you saw Eddie sitting on a sofa.

But he wasn't alone, far from it. Sitting next to him was the same girl, Madeline, her arms on his shoulders. Kissing him.

.•♫•♬•

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[queenofbaws]

“I dare you to kiss them at midnight”

Emma to Abi about Nick?😉

“You should totally kiss Nick tonight. When the ball drops, you know?”

The party had maybe been going on for ten minutes when Emma said it. Maybe. Abi hadn’t even said hello to everyone who’d shown up yet, much less gotten comfortable with the music Dylan was blasting from the house’s speakers, but there was Emma, already hours and hours and hours in the future.

“I—uh, I mean, I—what?”

The faraway look in Emma’s eyes focused again, her attention shifting from the rest of the guests back to Abi. A red Solo cup was held primly in her hand, and as she lifted it up to her mouth, her lips curled in a smirk that could only mean mischief. “Oh, I think you heard me,” she teased, taking a sip Abigail suspected was more for emphasis than anything else. “That’s, like, the rule of New Year’s Eve. You’re supposed to use these…ancient…inscrutable…easily marketable traditions to your advantage! I mean, have you never seen a Hallmark movie?”

Every dramatic pause brought with it an equally dramatic wave of her cup, and Abi couldn’t help but smile and laugh as she had to duck out of the way of each one. “I don’t know…” she started, her heart already creeping its way up out of her chest and into her throat. Without meaning to, her eyes picked Nick out of the crowd from across the room, and at the sight of him – laughing, grinning, rolling his eyes when Jacob took one of the mini pizza rolls off his plate of snacks and shoved it into his own mouth – her fingers knotted together. “I just…what if he doesn’t…what if someone else…what if…”

“What if,” Emma interrupted, turning to block her view of the guys, “I dared you?”

Her eyebrows went up. “You’d do that? Seriously? What are we, ten?”

Instead of answering right away, Emma took another sip of her drink, her eyes narrowing and narrowing until they were itty-bitty slivers of themselves. Her smirk didn’t budge, though. “I dare you to kiss Nick at midnight.”

“Emma, I’m…you can’t just—”

“I double-dog dare you.”

Abi’s hands fell to her sides. “Oh, that’s just not fair.”

“I know.” Looking terribly proud of herself, Emma cozied up against Abi’s side, setting her head against hers. She must’ve caught sight of the guys too, because she made an exasperated little noise as Jacob began fanning his mouth, no doubt having scorched most of his tongue off with that stolen pizza roll. “I’m an awful, terrible, heartless friend who’s absolutely sending you marching off into certain social doom. See me twiddling my fingers like a cartoon bad guy? Mwahaha.”

“All you need’s a handlebar mustache and one of those spooky hairless cats,” she joked back, her heart now very, very firmly lodged in her throat. Honestly, she was surprised she could talk around it. “Any other evil plans you want to try out tonight? Tie me to some railroad tracks, maybe?”

“Oooh, I hadn’t even thought of that! But where, oh where, would I find that much rope at this time of night?”

Again, she had to laugh, covering her face with her hands even as Emma nudged her side. “Just…I’m not making any promises, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I mean it.”

“Hear you loud and clear.”

“I will…see how the night goes. And if I happen to be hanging out with Nick when midnight rolls around…I’ll…”

Emma lifted her cup to her mouth again. “Kiss him. Smooch him. Lay one on him.”

“Oh my God.” When she peeked out through her fingers, Emma’s cup was right in front of her eyes, wiggling back and forth as she was offered a sip. Abi took it without thinking, finishing what was left of it in one gulp – and gagging when the taste hit her a second later. She’d fully expected something sugary and alcoholic, and had gotten nothing but La Croix for her troubles.

“Party on, Party Bear!” Emma giggled, linking her arm in hers and tugging her away from the sidelines and into the party itself.

---

Midnight was still about an hour away when she found herself alone in the kitchen, fanning her face with a takeout menu as the house shook with music and the sound of too many voices crammed into too small a space. She couldn’t say when she’d lost Emma, only that she had, and she couldn’t decide whether that’d been a net gain or loss. On the one hand, it was so much easier to be social with Emma around. On the other hand…she kept nudging her and giving her looks and even winking when Nick was around.

Winking!

Abi cringed a bit at the thought, fanning her face harder. There was plenty of snow falling outside, but with so many people hanging around, the house was awfully hot. Or maybe it was just her nerves. Or the actually alcoholic drink she’d finally had. Or – much more likely – the natural heat that always seemed to light her up whenever she was thinking about Nick. Bye-bye fossil fuels, so long windmills, all the world really needed was to put her in a room, hook her up to a battery, then flash a picture of Nick Furcillo in front of her. She could probably power the whole freaking country that way!

And, as though wanting to put that theory to the test, the universe saw fit to crank that heat up a few notches: The door separating the kitchen from the basement swung quietly open, and as she watched, Nick slipped through the narrow space, peering carefully down the stairs like he was playing an especially high-stakes game of hide-and-seek. Abi sat up straighter as she spotted him, he jumped slightly when he turned and spotted her, and for a moment they simply stared at each other, two people caught committing the same party foul.

Namely, trying to escape said party.

The awkwardness only lasted a second, replaced by laughter a moment later. That didn’t mean she stopped fanning herself, though – oh no, if anything, Abi put a little more elbow grease into that, positive her cheeks were bright enough to put the plastic cups on the table to shame. “Hi,” she said meekly, wishing the butterflies in her belly could be so easily fanned away.

“Hey,” Nick replied, shooting one last anxious glance towards the basement door before meandering towards the kitchen table. He pointed vaguely over his shoulder like he was preparing to explain himself, but after opening and closing his mouth a couple times, he just nodded towards one of the empty chairs. “You looking for company, or…?”

“I—oh! Oh, yeah, sure! Of course.”

“Cool,” he said, his hand falling on the chair across from her. It might’ve been her imagination, but to Abi it seemed he was trying to decide something in his head for a second there; when his hand moved to pull out the chair right beside hers, though, she had to figure she’d been right.

She didn’t know what to do with that knowledge, but… Wait, no, yes she did. She fanned herself harder.

“I just, uh…it got to be a little much out there.” He hadn’t asked, obviously, but she was all anxious energy, and her mouth suddenly had a mind of its own. “I mean, all the talking and shouting, and don’t tell him I said this or anything, but even Dylan’s music, just like…wow, you know? Just wow. Sort of a total overload.”

Nick shifted in the crickety wooden chair, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the kitchen table. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he said with a bashful laugh that put his full smile on display. “Between you and me, that’s sort of, uh…” Again Nick glanced over his shoulder and towards the basement door. “Sooort of what I’m trying to avoid right now.”

“…Dylan’s music?”

“No, Dylan.” He laughed as he said it, turning back to her. “A bunch of us went downstairs to play a game, and he’s just…uh…” A strange look crossed his face then, and he squinted his eyes as if trying to figure out what words to use.

“Dylan?” Abi offered.

“That’s a good way of putting it, yeah.” When Nick glanced her way that time, their eyes met, and that same crackle of something passed through them as it had before. “You, uh,” he cleared his throat, “might want to steer clear of him too. Tonight. For a little bit, at least.”

She felt a little bit like a parrot as she repeated herself: “…Dylan?” They’d crossed paths a couple time that night already (how could they not?), but never once had he been anything but normal. Sure he’d rolled his eyes a bunch, and yeah his eyebrows were constantly moving, but that was all pretty par for the course.

“Yeah. It’s, uh. A long story.”

“Sounds like it.” It was about that time she realized how weird it must’ve looked, her sitting in alone in the kitchen, waving a greasy old pizza menu around, so she slowly set it down on the table. Slowly but surely the room grew quiet between them, and try as she might, her eyes just kept flitting to his face as he looked around. His eyes, his jaw, his cheekbones, his lips…and that’s when she had to look away, absently pulling her own lower lip into her mouth as she remembered Emma’s dare. She let go of it a second later, thinking she’d fill the awkward silence with small talk about the party—until Nick beat her to it.

“Yeah, believe it or not, he actually…I guess there’s no other way to say it, he, uh, sort of dared me to kiss you tonight.” Time might’ve actually stopped. “At midnight. When the ball drops. You know, that whole thing.”

She didn’t realize she was staring, but she must’ve been, because Nick lowered his eyes and laughed again, reaching back to anxiously scratch at the nape of his neck.

“I told him that was—”

“Are you kidding me?” As she said it Nick looked back up, more surprised than anything else. “Are. You. Kidding me?!” Abi repeated, raking both of her hands through her own hair. “I…they…oh my God!”

“Uh…”

Her fingers knotted in her hair, and whatever progress she’d made in cooling her face down immediately burst into flame. The battery idea came back to her full force – forget powering the country, she could keep the whole world lit up with the heat she was radiating! “Emma dared me to kiss you,” she explained, her voice a nervous squeak even in her own ears. “They planned this whole thing out! They…they literally…ugh!”

Nick was silent for a beat, then set more of his weight onto his elbows, slumping over the table until he was nearly lying on it. “Those sneaky little…”

“Right?! And here I was, thinking she just wanted me to finally—” she snapped her mouth shut, but it was too late. Much, much too late. As though it could save her, Abi squeezed her eyes shut too, willing herself to disappear into the wallpaper like a frightened chameleon.

He’d noticed. He’d absolutely noticed. Nick’s chair squealed a bit, suggesting he’d sat back up. “Wanted you to finally what?”

When it became obvious she wasn’t going to be swallowed whole by the kitchen, Abi chanced a peek at him through her fingers. It was the wrong move to make. The second she saw his face she was down for the count, something about the slightly hopeful look in his eyes and the bashful twist of his mouth doubling – no, tripling – the number of butterflies in her stomach. She opened her mouth, shut it, and lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug instead.

The kitchen was quiet again, but only for a second or two. Nick swallowed hard enough that she could actually hear it, and he slowly sat up straighter, pointedly looking down at his own hands. “Did you, uh…want to kiss me tonight?” he asked, and before she could even consider answering a question as loaded as that, he spoke again, the slightest, tiniest, most unbelievable quiver in his voice. “Because I…definitely wanted to kiss you. Want. To. Want to. Not past-tense, I…uh, you know what? Never mind, that was—”

“I did!” As soon as it was out of her mouth, she heard the same mistake Nick had made. “I-I mean do! I do want…wait, really?”

Nick tried to answer, or at least she thought he did, but whatever it was he stammered out, neither of them really heard. Before either could stop and think about it, he was leaning in and she had tipped her head up, their lips coming together. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his smile curve against her own, his lips soft and warm and tasting oh-so-slightly of some sugary drink.

When the kiss broke, there was a moment where they pulled away; just slightly, just a little. His eyes searched hers, the look on his face equal parts uncertainty and exhilaration, and when a giggle bubbled up and out of her, he leaned down again, his palms cupping her cheeks as he kissed her again. And Abi, never more relieved, never more thrilled, never more happy in her life, almost toppled out of her chair as she threw her own arms around his neck, bringing him closer against her until it was impossible to tell where their kiss ended and their laughter began.

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It was a few seconds after midnight that Emma found him, snaking her way through the crowd until she was at his side. “Well, well…whaddya know. Looks like I was right, and you were wrong,” she teased, craning her head back to set her chin on Dylan’s shoulder. “Go figure.”

“I wasn’t wrong,” he drawled, the flatness of his voice belying the absolute delight in his eyes as, across the way and just to the right of the big screen tv, Abi stood on her tippy-toes as Nick bent down to kiss her, their fingers tangled up at their sides. “I believe my exact words were ‘There’s almost no way this’ll work.’”

“Uh huh. I rest my case.”

“Almost, Emma. I said almost.”

“Hmm…sounds like backpedaling to me.” She grinned as he turned to her, and when he rolled his eyes and laughed, she tapped the tip of his nose with a quiet ‘boop!’ “I guess it’s true what they say, huh? Teamwork makes the dream work. Good game, sport.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he snickered, nudging her when Nick and Abi finally realized they were staring. Dylan raised his eyebrows and stuck both thumbs up in the air as Emma excitedly waved, but the only response the lovebirds gave them was rolled eyes and headshakes. “They’re so lucky to have us.”

“Oh. So lucky.”