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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 28

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smoking, alcohol use, teasing, fluff, smut, fingering, oral sex, praise/degradation, handcuffs, sex toys, unprotected sex, anal fingering, pegging, choking, role-swapping, squirting, consecutive orgasms, slight overstimulation

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Part 28.1: I Want You to Rock Me

Friday, July 21st, 1989

"Where are we going, angel?" Eddie asks for the fifth time in the last hour or so. He's sitting in the passenger seat of your car, while you drive him the three hours to Fort Wayne, Indiana. Today, July 21st, is Eddie's twenty-fourth birthday, and you have the perfect surprise planned.

"You'll see, Eds. Just please be patient? It'll be more than worth the wait." You reply, trying your hardest not to break down and tell him already. You've been sitting on this secret for over a month, you're shocked that Eddie never picked up on it whatsoever. But you suppose that could be because he's been ranting and raving about this for God knows how long. Ozzy Osbourne is performing at the Allen County War Memorial Coliseum for his No Rest For the Wicked Tour tonight, as Eddie has told you at least a thousand times. But as much as he's been wanting to go, he's denied himself, claiming it's too expensive and too far away.

You hated seeing him so down about it, so you did what any good girlfriend would do. You went to your local record store, and made damn sure you could score two tickets to the show. It was much easier than you anticipated to get said tickets, which was quite a relief. With how much Eddie has talked the show up, you'd been worried that they'd sell out fast. You're eternally grateful for the raise you've received at the theater, otherwise they may have been a bit out of your price range. Thirty-three bucks later, and you know the look on Eddie's face will be worth every penny.

"Ugh, fine. I only hope you're not driving me to the middle of nowhere to kill me." Eddie jokes, sulking into his seat. He's finding himself rather bored, and he didn't expect to be riding in the car for hours on end on his birthday.

"Never, love. Now, quit pouting. I brought your favorite snacks, they’re in that bag back there." You say sweetly, pointing to a plastic bag containing Yoo-Hoos and Cheetos.

"I suppose that makes things a little bit better." He grumbles, pulling the items to the front of the car. "Can I at least get a hint?" He begs, popping open a glass bottle of chocolate milk.

"Alright. It is your birthday, after all. All I'll say is that you've been wanting this for a very long time." You say, knowing this hint may be a bit on the nose.

"That doesn't narrow it down, like, at all, Y/N." He says in annoyance, taking a big swig of his drink.

"Sorry, that's all I'm giving you. If I actually tell you, you're gonna be way too hyper in the car." You giggle, recalling the excitable tone of voice and erratic movements of his hands as he's brought up the concert again and again. "And, as much as I love you, I cannot be trapped in such a small space with you flipping out."

"How do you know I'm gonna flip out?" He asks accusingly, munching down some chips now.

You think of a response for a moment, trying to come up with something clever. But nothing comes to mind. Instead, you opt for the slightly seductive approach. "Trust me, Eddie. When you see what I've got planned, you are gonna lose your fuckin' mind." You speak softly, a light rasp in your voice as you look over at him. He swallows hard, before backing down from his interrogation.

"If you say so, sweetheart." He smiles, a light ring of cheese dust caked around his mouth. You giggle at his messiness, and his face falls. "What? Do I have something on my face?" He asks.

"Yes, Eddie. Yes you do. Here." You reply, leaning over to pop open the glove compartment where you keep spare napkins. He reaches for one, wiping away the orange powder from his face.

"Thanks." He says, his cheeks tinging a light pink. He hates being such a messy eater, it makes him feel like a toddler sometimes. He puts the chips away for now, pulling out his smokes. He takes two cigarettes out of the box, lighting them both and handing one off to you.

"Oh, thank you, baby." You say, taking the cig between your fingers. "You wanna put on some music? We've still got two hours to go." You gesture at the stereo, letting Eddie have free reign of it.

"Two hours!" Eddie groans, taking an obscenely long drag of his smoke. He's feeling antsy, all amped up from the festivities earlier. Claudia baked him a cake, even going so far as to draw a guitar and a D20 on it in homemade icing. The Hellfire Club came over to give him a few gifts, some new dice and tapes. Wayne gave him the same thing he does every year, a Hershey bar and a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Your friends in particular got him some guitar picks, a bottle of Drakkar Noir (Steve's pick, though Eddie's cheap stuff smells pretty damn good in your opinion.), and free video rentals for an entire year. And you surprised him with this little overnight getaway.

Though he doesn't know the final destination, he knows that at the very least you get to spend an evening in a hotel, away from Hawkins and everyone in it. Fuck knows the both of you could use it. You have not one, but two trials coming up. One involving Jason and Chrissy, and the other involving Jack and Tommy Hagan. You called Murray Bauman the day after Chief Powell gave you his card, and you have a meeting set up next week. Murray sounded like quite the character on the phone, asking 'how did you get this number?' in a hushed, accusing tone. He also sounded a little drunk, like you could almost smell the booze coming through the phone. But you don't exactly have a lot of options here, fancy lawyers are way out of your price range.

Besides your legal troubles, things have mostly gone back to normal over these last couple of weeks. Wayne is responding well to his medication, and Eddie has returned to work. You still decided to task Dustin and Steve to take shifts checking in on Wayne tonight and in the morning while you're away, just in case. And after the handyman came around to repair the damages the Hagans caused, your house and bedroom are looking good as new. All you need to worry about right now is Eddie's surliness, and you'll gladly take that over everything else you've been through lately.

"Ugh, remind me not to make little road trips like this a regular thing." You chuckle, holding off on becoming upset with him. It's his special day, and you know he isn't fond of being cooped up like this. But no matter how bratty he may get, it'll all be worth it when you pull up to the arena and Eddie sees Ozzy's name in lights.

"Sorry. I promise, I'm not meaning to be ungrateful or anything. I'm sure whatever it is will be awesome, since you planned it." Eddie sighs, putting himself in check. It may be his birthday, but he doesn't need to act up like this. Car rides just...annoy him. Especially in a state like Indiana. There's nothing to really look at out the window, except farms that smell of cow shit, or thick rows of trees. And the radio only picks up static or preachy Christian nonsense on roads like this.

"It's okay, Eds. I know it's kinda boring right now. Did you bring your sketchbook or something? That could help pass the time." You suggest, shrugging your shoulders and bringing your cig to your lips. You breathe in the smoke deeply, relaxing a little after Eddie's slight step on your nerves.

"Nah, I didn't think I'd need it. You got any tapes in here?" He asks, popping open the glovebox again.

"I think so. There might be one in the stereo already. Watch out, though, my mom's 'single mother self-help tape' is in here somewhere. And I do not wanna hear it any more than I've had to for the last nine years." You say with a laugh, drawing one from him as well.

"What does that sound like?" He asks, genuinely curious.

"Oh, you know. Lots of affirmations and repeating phrases. Like, 'You're a strong, capable woman. You are good enough. Your children love you.'" You mimic the tape to the best of your recollection, mocking the overly calm tone of voice that the woman on the cassette puts on.

"Jesus, that sounds like a cult!" Eddie chuckles, shuffling your loose tapes around to find one he can stomach. Madonna, no. Belinda Carlisle, absolutely not. David Bowie...now we're talkin'. He smirks as he plucks the Bowie album from the bunch, slipping it into the rectangular hole in the stereo.

"It probably would be, if she bought the books that go along with it." You reply as "Five Years" begins to play, taking another drag of your cig.

"Of course there's books, too. What is a cult without its reading material?" He continues cracking jokes, finding this new information rather entertaining.

"Very true, baby. But, I will say it helped Mom a lot. The kind phrases, at least. She was able to keep her head up, even on the tough days." You say, feeling somewhat guilty for making fun of it now. The overall concept of said tape is pretty silly, but the way your mom used it to help herself move on after George left was the exact opposite.

"I didn't think about it like that. I'll stop ragging on it." Eddie says softly, feeling a bit like an asshole again.

"No, no. I started it, and you couldn't have known." You insist that it's not his fault. He nods, not adding anything else. You both continue to smoke, allowing Bowie to tell his tales of Ziggy and the Spiders from Mars to fill the silence. Eddie taps his fingers on his thigh to the beat of each song, the metal of his rings clinking together. You look over at him, finding his head trained to look out the window. You smile at his relaxed demeanor, returning your eyes to the road a second later.

Eddie lights another round of smokes without even thinking about it. He hands you yours again, giving you a kind grin. You reciprocate, gladly taking another dose of nicotine. It passes the time, and keeps you calm before reaching the stadium, which will no doubt be packed with hundreds of rowdy metalheads. "Are we there yet?" He asks, becoming a bit impatient again. He looks over at you, hoping you have a good answer for him.

"Not yet, Eds." You sigh, trying your best not to roll your eyes. You love this man to death, but he has very little capacity for waiting. You've still got one more hour to go, and the signs along the long winding road keep counting down the miles to Fort Wayne. You don't think Eddie's paying much attention to them, he'd surely be putting the pieces together if he did. Forty-five miles left, which gradually turns into thirty, then fifteen, with your love questioning you at every interval. "Just a little longer, I promise." You answer as you finally reach your exit. You pass by the sign welcoming you into town, and make your way to the arena. The show starts in less than an hour, and you still need to find a parking spot, get inside, and purchase any merchandise Eddie might want.

"Okay." He says quietly, slouching further into his seat. He fiddles with his rings, twisting them around his digits over and over as he stares at them. You're kind of glad he's spacing out right now, because it'll make the final reveal so much more impactful when you tell him to look up. You make a few more turns, following the signs and the growing traffic. And then you see it, the massive, octagon-shaped building. Long, stretching lots full of cars surround the structure, and a giant banner advertising Ozzy Osbourne's show is strung along the front face, lit up with huge spotlights.

"You wanna see your surprise, love?" You ask excitedly, nudging Eddie's shoulder with yours as you're slowly corralled into the parking line by a man in a reflective vest.

"Hm?" Eddie hums in questioning, lifting his head from his spaced-out fidgeting to see what you're talking about. His eyes widen immediately, his jaw falling slack as he realizes where you've brought him. "You didn't." He murmurs, in complete shock and disbelief.

"I did. Happy birthday, Eddie." You reply sweetly, absolutely loving the gobsmacked look on his face. He turns to you, suddenly overwhelmed with unbridled joy. A wide smile spreads across his mouth, and you can tell he's ready to explode with happiness.

"Marry me?" He asks, which makes you giggle.

"Sorry, no time. We have a concert to get to." You say in a cheeky tone.

"Someday?" He presses on, and you realize he's serious. You pause for a moment, unsure how to respond to that. You've both made your intentions clear in this relationship, the two of you are all in at this rate. But to actually hear him ask, and over something like this, it's definitely a mind-fucker. You stall the car for a second, waiting for the line to move along. You take hold of Eddie's hands, and the second his flesh meets yours, you remember exactly how you feel about him, and how to answer his question.

"Someday, Eds." You almost whisper, returning his loving gaze.

"Good. And don't worry, you'll get an actual proposal when the time is right. And it's gonna knock your fuckin' socks off." He chuckles, he's been thinking of how and when to ask you to marry him for a very long time, almost your entire relationship. He knows you're the one for him, and he knows that you feel the same.

"Oh, yeah?" You ask coyly, before needing to start driving again. A gap has formed in front of you, and the car at your rear has started honking.

"Oh, yeah." He says, leaning in to speak in your ear. "When you see what I've got planned, you're gonna lose your fuckin' mind." Eddie bites your earlobe after, sending a harsh blush creeping up your neck and across your cheeks.

"You'd better cut that out, baby. Otherwise we're gonna miss the show." You say with a shaky breath, resisting the urge to fan yourself at how hot and bothered Eddie has made you with such a simple move.

"Says you! I'm not missing this for anything!" Eddie exclaims, the anxious excitement is really kicking in now.

"Not even for me, on my knees, giving you the best head of your life?" You ask casually, eyes focused on the road as you continue down the manned pathways.

"Nope!" Eddie chirps, practically bouncing in his seat at the thought of seeing one of his biggest musical heroes in the flesh.

"Not even for my perfect little pussy, that's always so hot, and wet...and tight for you?" You continue, wondering just how well his resolve holds against your seductive charms.

"'Fraid not, sweetheart." He says, trying to ignore your filthy words. He may be a bit preoccupied with wanting to get inside already, but you're still making him a little hard inside his jeans. He adjusts uncomfortably, shimmying his legs a bit to shift himself around.

You're finally directed into a parking spot, and you kill the engine to try one last thing. You turn yourself in your seat, putting your face as close to Eddie's as possible. Your lips are centimeters away from his, and you gaze deep into his eyes. "Not even for anal, Eds? I'm starting to think we made that little trip to the Love Hut for nothing." You purr, poking your tongue out to lick his lips. He tries to hold it back, but you can still hear a very faint moan escape him. You can't help smirking, thinking he'll give in, admit that you drive him absolutely insane.

"Sorry, angel. No dice." He replies, now grinning himself. You pull away, simultaneously surprised and impressed with his level of self-control. Under any other circumstance, he'd already be fucking you into next week by now.

"Damn, maybe you should ask Ozzy to marry you instead." You joke, gathering your purse and keys as you prepare to step outside.

"Don't tempt me, babydoll." He quips back, opening his door. You both stand up, letting out small groans as you stretch your legs. Eddie comes around to your side of the car, taking hold of your hand to pull you towards the arena. "C'mon, Y/N. We don't have all night!" He says hurriedly, getting very ahead of himself.

"Alright, just hold on!" You say with a laugh, slinging your purse over your shoulder to keep up. You join the mass of bodies slowly filing in the front doors. You pull out your tickets from your bag, gripping them firmly as you wait to give them to the ushers.

"Can I hold the tickets?" Eddie asks excitedly, staring at the gray slips of paper in your hands.

"If you want to, just don't drop them." You hand them over, and Eddie's eyes pore over every detail of the tickets. The price, the date, Ozzy's name and the opening acts, all printed right there in black and white.

"I can't believe this is actually happening!" He almost shouts, rapidly tapping his feet like a giddy child. You giggle at his display, your heart swelling at how happy he is to be here. "You are the best girlfriend ever, Y/N." He leans over to plant a big wet kiss on your cheek. You blush at his affections, trying not to trip as you continue through the line.

"I'm glad you're so excited, Eds. You deserve this, and I'm happy that I got to do this for you." You reply, meeting his gaze to tenderly press your lips to his for a moment. He hums lightly against you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you close. It's almost your turn, and you pull away to let him pay attention to the ticket takers. You step forward together, and he gives the tickets over to the staff, getting them back with one end missing.

"Here, we should save these. To remember this special night." Eddie gives you the little stubs back, and you slip them into your purse. You take a moment to look around, noticing how everyone in the building looks. There's men and women of all ages here, with cascading curls, mullets, teased tangles, dressed to the nines in leather, denim, pins, patches, and chains. Eddie certainly fits in, he'd had the forethought to wear his battle vest today, as well as one of his usual metal t-shirts and some tight jeans. You, on the other hand, are a little out of place. You gaze down at your simple blue jeans and blouse, and you suddenly feel very self-conscious.

"Looks like I'm a little underdressed." You comment, drawing your love's eyes to you. He notices your discomfort, taking off his vest to give to you.

"Here. This should help." He smiles at you, and you gladly take it. You slip your arms through the holes, and relax as the scent of him wafts from the denim fabric. It fits a little large on you, but at least you aren't standing here looking like his sister he was forced to drag along or something.

"Thanks, Eds. You're so sweet." You coo, taking his hand again. "Oh, we should get you a shirt before the show. The guy I bought the tickets from said merch sells out pretty quick." You add, gently pulling him along to see what there is to choose from.

"Don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He smirks, gazing over the contents of the tables. He picks out a shirt in his size, and you decide to get a matching one for yourself. There's also a patch that he takes a shine to, so you purchase that as well. You notice there's also a small snack bar selling beer, making a quick stop there before heading to the general admission floor. You join the mass of bodies gathering near the front of the stage, still holding tightly onto Eddie's hand along the way. Many loud conversations are taking place all around you, and the both of you take a quick look at the whole arena. Rows and rows of seats go up the back and sides of the structure, with this large pit of open space in the center. There's quite a lot of people that got in before you, so you're about five or six rows of bodies away from the barriers in front of the stage.

"You ever been to a concert before, Eds?" You ask, gazing at his awestruck face. His eyes are full of wonder, and he can't stop smiling. He's surrounded by hundreds of people just like him, he can feel it. An enormous gathering of freaks, weirdos, and misfits, all of which share his love for the music. It's a little overwhelming, to be honest. And a word keeps popping into his head, one that hasn't been evoked very often in his life. Home. A single tear rolls down his cheek, and he snaps out of his trance to return his attention to you.

"No, princess. But I'm glad I get to have my first one with you." Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. His plush lips melt against yours, and you place your free hand on his chest. You can feel his heart racing, as if it's pounding itself against his ribs to tell you how meaningful this gift is. He's so goddamn thankful for you doing all this for him, he never thought that he'd be so lucky to experience a live show. And having you here with him makes it a thousand times better. A couple more tears escape him, quickly dissolving onto your own cheeks. He would keep kissing you as if the world has disappeared, when the room is suddenly all filled up, and the first opening act runs onto the stage. Eddie breaks away to look ahead as everyone around you starts cheering.

The first act of the night is a badass female band called Vixen. You've heard some of their stuff, Eddie wanted you to see that women can rock just as hard as the guys. "Edge of A Broken Heart" is definitely your favorite. It's extremely catchy, and you sing along to it with Eddie on a regular basis. The band consists of gorgeous women with extremely teased blonde hair, dramatic makeup, and perfectly skimpy outfits. They take their places with their instruments, and greet the audience before getting into their set.

The band plays six songs, all of which keep the crowd shouting the lyrics and jumping around with intense energy. You and Eddie sing along to the ones you know, holding nothing back as you attempt to dance despite being squished between tons of other people. You guzzle down your beers rather quickly as it's rapidly heating up in here. Eddie holds onto the empty cups until he can toss them away at the end of this set. He doesn't want to lose track of you in all the joyful chaos.

The band ends with your favorite tune, which causes you to be overcome by the power of the music. You grab onto Eddie, pressing your body against his to dance more intimately. He takes hold of your hips, keeping you close. You gaze lovingly at each other, having the time of your lives. You croon the words to one another, and you can't help running your hands up and down his chest and thighs as you move. You're absolutely exhilarated, unable to stop yourself from grazing over the front of his jeans a couple of times. Just a little bit of teasing, a small taste of what's to come once you get back to the hotel.

Eddie's eyes follow your hands as you touch him, and his own travel down to your ass. Only one can give you a firm squeeze as the other is still holding your empty cups, but it's more than enough to compel you to crash your lips onto his again. You find yourself wanting him, the electric energy of this new environment is heightening your senses beyond comprehension. You can tell he wants you just as much, but the time will come for you two to have your favorite kind of fun later. He bites your bottom lip, making you gasp. His tongue slips into your mouth, quickly dominating yours. The taste of beer and cigarettes swirls inside your mouths with every roll of your tongues.

A man next to you in the crowd accidently jostles you apart as the song comes to a close. You suppose it's probably for the best. A couple more seconds of this, and you'd be on the floor doing very inappropriate things. You both let out a shaky breath, trying to put your lustful thoughts aside for the time being. Vixen wishes the crowd a good night, before bowing and exiting the stage. A few crew members come on to start setting up for the next group, and the overhead lights come back on.

"I'll be right back, angel." Eddie shouts over the crowd, before leaving you alone in the sea of people. He carefully pushes his way through to the trash cans at the edge of the arena, and tries to return to you as soon as possible. He takes a good ten minutes, some of the other concert-goers are less than accommodating to someone squeezing past them towards the front. While you're waiting for him to come back, you feel a pinch on your ass. You whip around to see who did it, ready to deck them. But you find no culprit, only the gap where Eddie was before he left. You feel another pinch on the other side, whipping your head in that direction. And you find Eddie this time, giving you his signature devilish grin.

"I thought you were someone else! I was about ready to punch you!" You yell, making sure he can hear.

"Sorry, love. I just can't resist your perfect ass." He chuckles loudly, taking his original spot back.

The second opener of the night comes on, a group neither of you are as fond of. White Lion. They're alright, but they're no Vixen, and they're certainly no Ozzy. You still manage to have fun, moving subtly to the beat to pass the time. You do find their slower tune, "When the Children Cry", to be a bit preachy, though. The crowd seems to enjoy it well enough, so you play along for the sake of enjoying every last second of this. They finish off with "Radar Love", which is their most popular song. You and Eddie dance along again, finding this song far more palatable. It goes by quickly, leaving you a bit sweaty and winded by the end of it. The stage is left empty once more, and it's only a little bit longer until the man you've all come to see takes his turn.

You notice Eddie getting hyper again, rapidly tapping his foot in anticipation, peeking in the wings to see if Ozzy or his bandmates are back there. He's biting his lip slightly, and his grip on your hand tightens. "Doin' okay, Eds?" You shout, and he nods. He decides to give it a rest, knowing time only goes by slower when he stares expectantly like this.

"You want another drink, babydoll?" He asks, his eyes finding yours again.

"Sure!" You reply, digging into your purse for more cash. You hand it off to him, and he goes for a little walk to the snack bar to calm himself down. He returns much quicker this time, employing more assertive methods of wriggling through the impenetrable blob of bodies.

"Here you are, sweetheart. Got a bottle of water in my pocket, too. I'd hate for you to pass out in this heat." Eddie says, giving you your second beer of the night.

"You're so thoughtful, baby." You give him a gentle peck, downing a healthy sip of your drink afterwards. You stand together for a few more minutes, before the overhead lights come down for the third time and the stage lights up. The crowd erupts with cheers, multiple people jump up and down with excitement. Eddie's hand tightens around yours again, and his eyes are glued to the stage. It takes a moment, a little longer than you'd expect, but the members of the band slowly start to come out and take their places with their instruments. Ozzy himself hasn't made an appearance just yet, no doubt he's hyping himself up for this performance.

The audience continues to cheer and clap as the drummer and guitarists fully situate themselves in their places. They begin to play an intro of sorts, working the crowd up even more in preparation for their leader to show himself. The music builds, along with the room's collective anticipation. Time stops for a moment, and then suddenly, Ozzy is running out onto the stage to the mic placed in the dead center of it. The crowd goes absolutely wild, Eddie included. There's screaming, and more jumping, and Ozzy eats up every last bit of it.

"How are we doin' tonight, Fort Wayne?" Ozzy shouts into the mic, gesturing for everyone to make some noise. "Come on! Lemme hear you!" He cries, and the noise only gets louder. You join in the whooping, looking over the man beckoning you all to scream for him. He's dressed in a leather suit with studs and rhinestones all over it, with a tight black tee underneath. He's already coated in sweat, his hair a shaggy, frizzy mess. Thick, black eyeliner circles his bugged-out eyes, making him look insane in the best possible way. Ozzy takes the mic out of the stand, and he begins to pace along the stage, begging for more screams and shouts. "You're not loud enough! Come on!" He shouts, and you all give him exactly what he wants. Satisfied with the amount of excitement now, he takes off his jacket, tossing towards backstage and utters one final phrase to kick off the show. "LET THE MADNESS BEGIN!"

The crowd roars, and the band immediately kicks into "I Don't Know". Ozzy commands you all to 'go crazy' as he sings the lyrics. You're mesmerized at the way he moves about the stage. He's almost like a preacher, rapidly pacing back and forth from end to end, desperately wanting you to hear his words like they're the most important thing in the world. There's so much passion within his voice, and the entire arena mirrors that passion right back to him. Eddie sings along to the words, as do hundreds of others. You aren't as familiar with this song, so you just let Eddie playfully move you around to the music.

Ozzy continues through the song, repeatedly pointing the microphone out to all of you for you to sing along. "LOUDER! I WANNA HEAR YOU!" He shouts with his hand to his ear, still pacing all the way. He returns to the mic stand for a moment as the music slows. "Let me see your hands in the air." He asks, and every single pair of hands go up, unable to refuse his request. He smiles wide, and all of you wave your arms side to side to the music. It's a truly magical moment, everyone is mentally on the same page, engaging as one. You didn't really know what to expect at a show like this, but it's safe to say you feel overwhelmingly welcome here.

The band continues through the set, with Ozzy getting up to his typical antics. He sings song after song like he just released them yesterday, smiling the whole way through. There's head-banging, epic guitar and drum solos that are almost acrobatic, numerous calls for the audience to make even more noise, and he even brings out buckets of ice cold water to toss onto the crowd. You happen to get splashed multiple times, but it's certainly appreciated in this ridiculous heat. You and Eddie sing and dance and totally let loose, you've never seen your boyfriend so happy and excited before. And you can't help loving him even more for being able to see this side of him. You can read it all over his face, he truly feels like he belongs here, and that everyone in this room is just like him. You're overjoyed that you've been able to do this for him, and you're having the time of your life in the process.

About halfway through the show, Ozzy pauses to introduce you all to his amazing band. There's Randy Castillo on the drums, Zakk Wylde on guitar, Geezer Butler on bass, and John Sinclair on the keyboard. They all get a fair amount of cheers and applause, it's nice to see such a legend in the industry show appreciation for his bandmates. They continue through the set, getting into more familiar territory. "War Pigs" is a clear fan-favorite, and you get to see what is probably one of the most epic concert displays in history. Ozzy will sing one line, and then the entire arena sings the next verbatim. They know every single word, not missing a beat. It's like a duet almost, and it's fucking amazing.

The remainder of the show keeps the energy up, rocking hard and fast through "Tattooed Dancer", "Miracle Man", "Suicide Solution", "Iron Man", and "Crazy Train", ending with "Paranoid." Ozzy rips his shirt somewhere during the show, but you don't quite see it. The head of the person in front of you blocks the event from your view. One moment, his shirt is completely intact, then the next, it's almost torn in half. The band slams out the final chords and beats of the song, with Ozzy landing on his knees as this all comes to an end.

"Thank you! Goodnight! We love you all!" Ozzy shouts, bringing the show to a satisfying close. The audience lets out one final round of screams and applause, and the band makes their way to sanctuary backstage. The overhead lights come on one last time, and the mass of sweating bodies slowly files out into the lobby and parking lot of the venue.

"That was amazing!" Eddie shouts, snatching you up into his arms to give you a sloppy kiss. You're both soaked with sweat and water, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your bodies. But you melt into him all the same, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you up. His lips pull away from yours, and he gazes deep into your eyes. "Best birthday ever, princess. This was fuckin' awesome." He says sweetly, giving you another kiss before letting you stand on your own two feet. A decent amount of people have left already, leaving you standing in a large gap of the floor which is littered with crumpled plastic cups and half-eaten boxes of popcorn.

"You're welcome, Eddie. This was so much fun." You reply, and the two of you join the river of people flowing casually outside into the dark of night. You locate the car all in good time, slipping into your seats. You sit here for a little while to let the lot clear out a bit first. Eddie lights a couple cigarettes again, and you take yours as always. "You excited for the second part of your present, baby?" You ask, taking a long drag of your cig.

"There's more?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Of course, Eds. I didn't get us a hotel room for no reason." You reply casually, smirking at his eyes widening when he realizes what you're getting at.

"And...what exactly are we gonna do in said hotel room?" He asks darkly, his damp hair brushing against you as he leans into your space.

"Oh...you'll see." You reply in a flirty tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Mmm, you're gettin' too good at hiding things from me, love. Should I be worried?" He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with lust.

"Not at all. I only hide fun surprises, I promise." You close the gap between you, roughly biting on Eddie's bottom lip. He groans against you, reaching a hand around to cradle the back of your head. You resist the urge to climb over the seats to straddle him. Instead, you creep your hand along his thigh, moving closer to palm his cock through his jeans. Once you reach it, you feel him grow in your grasp as you give him a light squeeze.

"Don't tease, sweetheart. I'd hate to have to fuck you in the middle of the parking lot." He says breathlessly, lowering his lips to kiss your neck. He nibbles the flesh with his teeth, marking you with a fresh hickey.

"Mmm, it's nothing we haven't done before, Eds." You sigh, tilting your head to give him better access.

"You're not wrong, baby. But I'm sure whatever your filthy mind has planned is much more exciting than having rushed sex in the family car." He speaks lowly in your ear, his hand raising to grab a handful of your breast. You moan quietly, the sound making his dick twitch. "C'mon, angel. Let's go check in, so I can properly fuck your brains out." He pulls away from you entirely, making you whine at the loss of him.

"Anything for you, love." You turn on the engine, almost speeding out of the parking lot as most of the cars have gone now. You finish your cigarette, relying on the nicotine to keep your head on straight. All you can think about is everything you plan to do to Eddie once you reach the hotel. You've got a few new toys to play with, as well as an extra special surprise to cater to Eddie's tastes. You can't wait to see the look on his face when you show him, it's going to blow his mind.

Part 28.2: Let Me Put My Love Into You

"Ugh, we really got soaked, huh?" Eddie says, shifting uncomfortably in his clothes as you enter your hotel room. You flick on the light, finding a nice large bed and the typical amenities inside.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that." You reply with a giggle, tossing your bags onto the floor beside the bed. Eddie closes the door behind you, and you turn to look at him. "How 'bout you lose the clothes, babe?" You suggest, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." He smirks, immediately peeling his shirt up and over his head. It falls to the floor in a damp pile, and the moisture left on his pale skin glistens in the dim light of the room. You keep your own clothes on, for now, sitting in a chair to watch Eddie undress. "Enjoying the show?" He asks cheekily, undoing his belt.

"Mhm. You're so sexy, baby." You devour him with your eyes, resisting the urge to pounce on him right this second. He kicks off his shoes, removing his wet socks with an odd look on his face. He then slides his jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them to put himself completely nude before you. "Fuck." Your pupils fall to his dick, which has already begun to grow in all the excitement. Eddie chuckles at your hungry stare. You snap yourself out of it, needing to take control here. You've got this whole thing painstakingly planned out, and there's no time to waste. "Lay down on the bed for me, Eds." You say softly, and he obeys. He lays over the covers, his head resting casually on the pillows.

"What are you gonna do to me, princess?" He teases as you purposefully get out of your seat and walk over to him. You stand near the head of the bed, reaching down to caress Eddie's cheek with feather-light pressure. You smile down at him, which he returns.

"Anything you want. I do have some ideas, though..." You answer, backing away from him again. You go around to the other side of the bed to your overnight bag, unzipping it to pull out the first of your 'ideas'. A brand new pair of handcuffs you bought together, stronger and sturdier than Eddie's previous pair. You show them to him, and his smile grows wider.

"Are we using those on you....or me?" He asks, hoping they're meant for him. It seems you've got a concise plan of what you want to do tonight, and he's very eager to let you have your way.

"You, of course." You say matter-of-factly, going to him once more. "Hands up." You say politely, and he gladly obeys your order. Your eyes flick to his length again, noticing he's completely erect now. And you're only getting started. "Good boy." You praise, clicking the cuffs around his wrists. He hisses slightly at the tightness, making you worried that you've overdone them. "Too tight?" You ask, fully prepared to remove them and start over.

"No, love. They're perfect." He grins, waiting for your next move. You set his bound hands down above his head, returning to your bag. You pick it up off the floor, walking towards the bathroom. "Where ya goin', angel?" He asks, hoping you won't leave him all alone for long.

"Just changing into something more comfortable, Eddie. Be patient for me, okay?" You speak seductively, before closing the door so he can't see what you're up to. You set the bag on the counter, digging out the special costume you've been working on for this occasion. You've decided to dress up as Taarna from Heavy Metal, the sexy warrior with skimpy armor and silver-gray hair who defeated the dreaded Loc-Nar. Robin helped you put this ensemble together, sewing and painting and constructing some pieces out of cardboard. It's definitely very DIY, but overall, it looks pretty badass. You know Eddie's going to love this, and you can't help feeling extremely excited yourself.

You happily remove your soiled clothes, letting them pile lazily onto the tile floor for the time being. You put on the strapless black bra and panties first, and then the boots and red covers, the single, arm-length leather glove, and the shoulder piece. You do your best to copy Taarna's makeup, and top everything off with the wig, fixing it atop your head as seamlessly as you can. You give yourself a final once-over, unable to stop staring at your perfect ass as it's totally exposed in these unbelievably revealing underwear. You take a deep breath, oddly nervous as to what Eddie might think of you like this. You turn to the door, deciding to bite the bullet and open it already. You step into the room, putting yourself at the foot of the bed for Eddie to get a good look at you. You pose confidently, setting your gloved hand on your hip.

"Holy shit." Eddie murmurs, completely blown away by you. You're absolutely gorgeous, bringing one of his favorite fantasy characters to life.

"That good, huh?" You ask, failing to fight off a harsh blush. Your eyes lock onto his, and he can't stop staring at you.

"Really good, sweetheart." He replies in disbelief, this has to be a dream or something. "You wanna turn around for me?" He asks, his tongue playing at the edge of his smile.

"Anything for the birthday boy." You rasp. You slowly rotate yourself in a small circle, letting him eat up every morsel of your perfect body.

He whistles when he sees your butt swallowing up the thin material of your panties. "I'll never get enough of that ass, baby."

"You want me to get things going, or are you gonna stare at me all night?" You ask somewhat impatiently, though you don't mind standing here while Eddie admires every inch of you.

"You're in control here, Y/N. I'm at your mercy." Eddie says, sounding a little needy now. His cock is leaking precum, just the thought of what you might do to him tonight is driving him wild.

"That's what I like to hear, baby." You smirk, gingerly placing your hands on the bed to start crawling over to him. He watches you with hungry eyes, and you inch your way over until your body is positioned directly above his. His breath comes out fast and shallow, he's highly anticipating your first real move of the night. Your palms rest on either side of his torso, and your knees sit outside his own. Your wig hangs low, framing your face in silver strands. You lower your head to give him a gentle kiss, though he attempts to deepen it. You pull away, swatting his inner thigh with your hand. "Naughty boy." You scold, and he moans at the sting of your flesh smacking his.

"I'm sorry, love. I just want you so bad." Eddie quickly apologizes, needing you to touch him. All this waiting is taking a serious toll on him.

"Oh, I'm aware. I'll let you off with a warning this time. Consider it a bonus gift." You speak so confidently, completely taking charge of this scenario. You've spent enough time practicing in the mirror, so this shouldn't be difficult to keep up. "But, if you disobey me again, you won't get a damn thing. Understand?" You question, your tone nice and low to hold his attention. He rapidly nods his head, but he has to say the words. "Answer me, Eddie. You have to promise you'll do everything I ask."

"I promise, I'll be good, Y/N. I'm sorry, just...please. I need you, princess." Your pussy throbs at the pleading in his voice, that high-pitched crack that lets you know exactly how much he craves you.

"Oh, alright. Since you asked so nicely." You give him a mischievous grin, dragging your hand over onto his chest. His breath catches at the contact, his eyes following your movements. You trail your fingers down lower and lower, over his abs, his stomach, along his little happy trail. All the way to the very center of him, just barely brushing your fingertips along his length.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips bucking up at the contact.

"Stay still, my love." You order, and he does his best to follow your rules. You ghost your digits over him, up and down in little whispering motions. Eddie lets out the most perfectly tortured noises as you do this, all of which make your cunt extremely wet. Your touch feels so good against him, but it's not nearly enough. "You want more, Eds?" You ask, flicking your eyes to his as you continue to loom over him.

"Yes, Y/N. For the love of God, do something...anything." He whines, nearly on the verge of tears. You've never seen him so worked up, you almost feel a little bad about it. Almost.

"Such a filthy boy, so needy for my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Which would you like, birthday boy?" You ask, bringing your index finger to the head of his cock. You spread the little bead of precum around, making him whimper beneath you. Fuck, he sounds so sexy like this. So fucked for me, desperate and pathetic. I can't get enough, and he's making me so fucking wet.

"Y-Your mouth. Please." Eddie stutters, breathing shakily as your finger continues to circle lightly around his tip.

"You're so polite, Eds. Such a good boy for me." You praise, giving him another kiss before scooting yourself down the bed.

"Wait." Eddie pipes up, making you stop in your tracks. You gaze at him, wondering what the problem is.

"What is it, baby?" You question.

"Can you sit on my face while you do that? I wanna make you feel good, sweetheart." Eddie begs, wanting to taste your sweet nectar and make you scream his name.

"If you insist." You reply simply, standing up off the bed for a moment to remove your panties. You climb back over to position your cunt over his mouth, waiting for him to usher you downwards.

"Shit, you're fuckin' soaked, angel." Eddie moans at the sight of your arousal glistening all around your pussy.

"All for you, baby. You ready?" You ask, peeking between your legs to confirm.

"More than ready." He murmurs, licking his lips expectantly. And with that, you lower yourself to take a seat on his face. He immediately drags his tongue in long, thick stripes along your folds, making you gasp.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan, taking hold of his cock in your hand. He groans against you at your touch, holding back another buck of his hips. You savor the feeling of his tongue flicking your clit and needy hole for a moment, sensing an orgasm starting to build inside your belly. You rest on your elbows to put your mouth right above his dick, letting a long drip of spit fall from your lips. He grunts at the wetness landing on him, and you spread the saliva around with your hollowed fist. You bring your mouth closer to him, blowing cool air on his tip.

"Mmm." He moans against your core, flicking his tongue faster to pay you back for torturing him like this.

"Slow down, love." You order through a groan. He begrudgingly does as you ask, sighing in frustration as he brings down the pace again. He needs you to take him in your mouth already, he's so turned on it almost hurts. "Don't be a brat. I know you can take it." You say in warning. He's on very thin ice now, one disobedient move away from you shutting this whole thing down. You feel him nod, his tongue staying at the sedate speed you've requested. You decide that he's earned some head, and you take all of him in your mouth in one swift motion. He hits deep in the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Mmf." He grunts, relieved to finally have your hot, wet mouth on his cock. He circles around your clit, going just a little bit faster now. You whimper at the sensation, rolling your hips to grind against his face. You bob your head up and down on Eddie's length, savoring the beautiful noises he makes against your cunt. The vibrations feel so good, and every passing second draws a steady trickle of arousal from you. Eddie drinks up every last drop, a sticky mess of your juices forming around his cheeks and chin.

You draw off of his dick for a moment, stroking him with your hand to tide him over. "You're doing so well for me, Eds. Your mouth is fuckin' magic." You praise, returning to your task for the time being. You suck him harder and faster, twirling your tongue around his cock and hollowing your cheeks.

"Mmm." He moans again, there's not much room for words with you riding his face. You keep rolling your hips, meeting his tongue-strokes expertly. You're getting close already, all your teasing, kissing, and dancing earlier has really built you up. But you want Eddie to cum first, it's sure to be a very intense experience for him, and you can't wait to hear the helpless sounds of his orgasm muffled against your silk. You push yourself to speed up, making your eyes water at how far his length is lodged in your esophagus. His thighs have begun to twitch beneath you, you grip them tightly to hold yourself upright as his tongue is unraveling your mind.

Eddie's moans get louder against you, signaling his oncoming release. You pull away one last time, giving him some encouragement. "Cum down my throat, Eds. I fuckin' love the taste of you." You shove yourself down onto him, sucking even harder than before. Your tongue works overtime, trying to make him lose control. And then you feel it, Eddie inhales sharply, before releasing an obscenely loud moan between your thighs.

"Mmm!" His hips jolt upwards, choking you further. His load spills down your throat, the taste so goddamn sweet. You swallow it all, still blowing him through his high. You pull away once he goes soft, letting him fall out of your mouth.

"Good boy, Eds一 fuck." You whimper as Eddie picks up the pace on you now. You allow him to take control in this small way, he did so well for you when you played with him. Plus, you would absolutely love to soak his face. You lay your torso over his lower half, allowing yourself to fully relax into this position. Eddie licks and sucks your clit, drawing whines and moans from your lips. You cry out his name, and call him a good boy over and over. You're getting closer, and he shoves his tongue inside your pussy, stroking your g-spot with ease. "God, Eddie. You feel so good inside me, fuck me harder with your tongue." You plead, pushing yourself closer to his face. He starts darting his tongue in and out of you, using all the force such a flimsy muscle can possess. "Yes, just like that, baby. Such a perfectly filthy boy for me, eating my pussy like your life depends on it. You love how sweet I taste, don't you?" You speak as seductively as you can through your moans.

"Mhm." Eddie hums in reply, delighted by your vulgar words. He wishes he could use his hands to pull you even closer, hold you as tight against his mouth as possible. But you're keeping up a steady rhythm, grinding yourself into him mercilessly. It's getting a little hard to breathe, though he can't be bothered to give a shit. He could be completely suffocated between your thighs and die a happy man. He can feel you nearing the edge, all your tells on full display. Your breath coming out hot and labored against his thighs, your nails digging into his skin as you cling to him, the sweet sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips. It won't be long now, if only he had the capacity to egg you on with his velvet-smooth voice. But flicking his tongue harder and faster around your silken folds will have to do.

"Oh, fuck. I'm getting so close, Eddie. You gonna swallow all my cum like a good boy?" You ask, waiting for ecstasy to take you over.

"Mhm." He hums in reply, the vibrations making your walls flutter. Fuck, I'm already getting hard again. She's unbelievable tonight, so dominant over me...I love her like this. Hell, I love her in every conceivable way. But this? This is fantastic... Eddie dwells on his thoughts, working his tongue sore to bring you to bliss. Everything you've been doing tonight is so amazing to him, the concert, this outfit, the bad, bad things you have in store... His head is dizzy with lust, and his heart overflows with more love for you than he ever thought he could possess.

"Fuck, Eds. You're gonna make me cum..." You pant, digging your nails into his legs to hold onto him as you hit your peak. "Fuck!" You cry out, your thighs quaking, hips bucking roughly into Eddie's face. Delicious waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, and you can hear your arousal splashing messily into your love's mouth. He groans at the taste, trying not to waste a single drop. It's a bit difficult, though, as some manages to get into his nose. You slump forwards slightly, allowing him to lift his head up so he doesn't drown. He gasps in air, almost coughing at how much you've drenched him. You ride out your high, still clinging to him the whole way. Heavy breaths escape you, traces of moans and incoherent calls of his name with every exhale. Your eyes fall shut, you're too blinded by stars to see anything anyway. You feel your body slowly relax after a while, your heartbeat following suit.

"Did I do a good job for you, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, licking your juices from his lips. His eyes roll back at the renewed taste.

"Yes, Eds. So fuckin' good. My good boy." You sigh in satisfaction. You carefully get on your knees, lifting your body off of his. You turn to face him, finding his gorgeous face shining with your juices. "Damn, I really did a number on you." You say with a giggle.

"I loved every second of it, babydoll." He gives you a warm smile. "Are you done playing? Or is there more?" He questions, unable to withhold his curiosity.

"Oh, believe me, I am far from done with you." You smirk, putting your face before his. You give him a tantalizing kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his plush lips. He follows your lead, twisting his head to meet your languid movements. You slip your tongue into his mouth, tangling with his. Out of habit, he tries to dominate you. But you don't give up the fight, eventually earning a victory. Partially due to your persistence, and partially because Eddie's tongue is pretty tired from eating you out. You pull away, taking his breath with you. You gaze into his eyes, finding deep admiration within his pupils.

"What's next on the agenda, love?" Eddie asks softly. He's very eager to see what your evil genius mind has cooked up.

"I'll show you, and then I'll give you two choices. Okay?" You explain. You know what you have in mind might be a bit too much for him, at least for right now. To be fair, you'd picked out all your new 'props' as a team, ensuring the both of you would be okay with using them, as well as having them used on yourselves. But there's no real telling which option Eddie will be in the mood for, until you ask.

"You got it, angel." He nods, and you step off the bed again to dig around in your bag of tricks. You retrieve a bottle of lube, a silicone dildo, and a strap-on harness. His eyes widen a bit, but you can't tell if he's excited...or afraid. "And what do you plan to do with those, Y/N?" He asks, swallowing hard.

"Well, like I said...you've got two options. I can ride you and put this in my ass at the same time. Or, I can put it in the harness and fuck you instead." You explain casually, holding the objects in your hands like they're the most ordinary things in the world. On the inside, you're a little nervous that he won't go for the idea you truly want. But it's his day, so he gets to make the choice.

"Eager to try out our new toys, huh?" He grins, noticing the small crack in your confidence at his temporary silence. You put out this air of self-assurance, but he can see a glimpse of uncertainty in your eyes. He can tell exactly which option you want him to choose. But even as you stand before him, holding the shiny new items in your hands, you could never bring yourself to directly ask him for it. You know how hard it is for a man to let himself be penetrated, it's honestly pretty unheard of to most. Then again, Eddie did take a certain shine to the strap-on in the store, his eyes sparkling at the possibility of you being inside him for once.

"M-Maybe a little." You stutter, realizing that he sees right through you. He thinks it over for another minute or so, before deciding to say 'fuck it' and make the very most out of this impossibly amazing night.

"You really wanna fuck me, Y/N?" He asks coyly, needing to hear you say it out loud.

"Yes." You reply, gaining a bit of your confidence back with Eddie's reassurance that he would never judge you.

"'Yes', what?" Eddie asks darkly, pushing you to spell it all out for him. You fall into your leading role again, retaking the reins that you temporarily gave to him. You bring yourself over to him again, objects in hand. You climb back up to straddle his thighs, a sinful look spread across your face. You bring your lips just centimeters from his, holding his attention with lust-blown eyes.

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Eddie. I want to be inside you, make you scream my name. I want to make you my slut." You speak nice and low, ending with a breathy chuckle. You feel yourself getting wet again.

"Knock yourself out, sweetheart. I'd love to have you inside me." Eddie replies, absolutely elated at your regained boldness.

"That's what I like to hear, Eds. You wanna spread your legs for me?" You politely order, getting off of him to allow him to move. You kneel before him on the bed, watching him get into position. He tents his knees, his legs spread as open as he can manage. "Perfect." You praise, setting the toys down and clicking open the bottle of lube. You scoot closer to Eddie, while holding up a finger to squirt some of the cool liquid onto it. "I'm gonna loosen you up a little bit first. You okay with that?" You ask, still giving him a chance to back out. You search his expression for any sliver of doubt, but you find none.

"Yes, baby. I'd actually prefer that, as opposed to shoving that big thing in me right away." He laughs, attempting to point at the dildo laying in wait on the mattress from the confines of the handcuffs.

"Oh, it's not that big. You are much bigger than that, and I take you just fine." You retort, focusing on the task at hand. You bring your wetted index finger to his puckered hole. He tenses up slightly, drawing in a sharp breath when the cold liquid meets his flesh. "You okay?" You can't help checking in every step of the way. This is all so new for both of you.

"Yeah." He nods. "Go ahead, love. I'm ready." He adds, anticipating the feeling of you entering him. You decide to just get this over with already, and slowly push through his tight entrance. "Oh, my god." He moans as you carefully slide into his ass, all the way to the knuckle.

"How's that feel, baby?" You ask, your pussy throbbing at his response to your touch.

"Different...but pretty good so far." He says, taking a deep breath. "You can move now, if you want." You do as he suggests, gradually pumping your finger in and out of his tight hole. "Fuck, Y/N. Faster." He groans, noticing there's a particular spot inside him that feels amazing when you brush against it. You follow his request again, picking up the pace. He moans even louder, and a wave of heat washes over you. You're actually doing it. You're inside him, and he likes it.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Eddie? Should I add another?" You ask, thinking a little extra stretch couldn't hurt.

"Yes, please. This feels so fuckin' good." Eddie pants, and you messily squirt some more lube onto your middle finger to join the first one. You push it inside his asshole, and another vulgar noise rips itself from his lungs. His eyes are locked into yours, he can't believe how hot this is.

"You're taking my fingers so well, baby. I think you're almost ready for me." You coo to him, fingering him a bit faster now. His eyes roll back into his head, his mouth falling open to cry out your name. "You're making such pretty noises, Eds. They're getting me so wet." You resist the urge to lower your free hand to rub your clit as you rile him up. The display before you is surely the most attractive Eddie has ever been. Totally at your mercy, allowing you to fill up one of his most sensitive areas.

"I think I'm ready now, Y/N." Eddie says, anxious to feel all five inches of silicone deep inside himself.

"You got it." You reply, slowly removing your fingers now. You wipe the excess lube onto his inner thigh, you'll need to clean up later anyway. You pick up the dildo and harness, carefully maneuvering the toy through the round hole in the leathery fabric. The anticipation is rapidly growing between you, and you hastily slip the harness over yourself like a pair of panties. There's also a little something for you in this particular toy. A bullet vibrator is embedded inside the crotch, powered by a small battery pack that slips into a pouch on the side of the harness. This way, both you and Eddie can get off as you fuck him. You flick on the switch, immediately feeling the strong vibrations against your clit. "Oh, god." You gasp, your hands falling to grip his knees for a second.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Eddie asks cooly. You've never used a vibrator before, and it's definitely a bit intense. You're bound to cum multiple times during this little game.

"Uh-huh. Jesus Christ, this thing is powerful." You laugh awkwardly, trying to keep it together. You scoot yourself forward, and pour a ton of lube onto the dildo that's now attached to your body. It feels a bit odd, to see...something sticking out from your crotch. But it also turns you on beyond belief. You lower your body over his, spreading the lube around with your hand. You then hold the base of the toy in place as you put your pelvis close to his. You bring the tip to his entrance, looking in his eyes for confirmation again.

"Go ahead, baby. I know you want to." He says sweetly, fully prepared to take your fake dick inside of him. You don't waste another second, pressing the rubbery tip through his puckered hole. You go slow, allowing him time to get used to the size before you start thrusting. "Fuck, baby. You're so big." He says through a hiss, his teeth clenching and eyes screwing shut. You know he doesn't mean it as a joke, but his phrase in regards to your 'size' makes you giggle a little bit. He opens his eyes, realizing how that sounded. He chuckles with you, which allows his body to relax and take you in full. You eventually bottom out, completely inserted into Eddie now.

"Look at you, taking me so well like a good boy." You praise seductively, planting a warm kiss on his lips to give him a small breather. The vibrator is doing wonders for you, it won't take long for you to cum again. But you ignore the pleasure for now, focusing on keeping Eddie relaxed.

"You can move now, love. I need you." He pleads, his tone only adding to your pleasure. But you can't give in that easily.

"Beg for it." You order, raising a hand to wrap your fingers around his neck. His pupils widen further, realizing just how in charge you want to be.

"What?" He asks, taken aback by your continued teasing.

"Beg me to fuck you, Eds. Tell me just how much you want it." You command darkly, bringing your other hand up to cup his cheek. You look at him with hooded eyes, patiently waiting for him to do as you ask.

"Please, baby. Fuck my ass, I want you so bad. You feel so good inside me." Eddie whines, the pathetic sound going straight to your head.

"That's a good little slut." You growl through a moan, before pulling your hips away and slamming back into him.

"Oh, god!" Eddie shouts, your thrust stimulates his prostate in the most amazing way. "More, baby...please, fuck...so good." He's overwhelmed by how intense this is, everything feels too fucking good.

"You got it, Eds." You pant, holding back your orgasm as you place your free hand on his hip. You squeeze his throat, cutting off his oxygen. And then you start thrusting your hips as best you can. It's not very easy for you, you're not used to making this type of motion with your body. But it's simple enough once you get the hang of it. You sense your high approaching, however, which is making it difficult to concentrate. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby." You huff, still smacking your pelvis against his ass as your bliss overtakes you. "Shit!" You whine, doing everything in your power to keep your knees from buckling. Your thighs shake regardless of your efforts, which makes your jerk the toy haphazardly inside Eddie's asshole.

"Oh, fuck! Keep doing that. Ah...shit. I'm getting close already, angel." Eddie whimpers, the words barely escaping as you continue to choke him.

You're still riding out your orgasm, rolling your hips into him the whole way. Your arousal soaks through the harness, fluids spilling down your thighs and his. "Don't cum yet, baby. Not until I say you can." You command, though it comes out sounding rather weak and shaky. You're still riding your high, which will undoubtedly build rapidly into another while you fuck Eddie as hard as you can manage. You lessen your grip on his neck, allowing him to speak.

"I'll try, sweetheart. Gonna be pretty difficult, though." Eddie pants, wishing he had his hands free to hold you closer to him.

"I know you can do it, Eddie. You're such a good boy, letting me fuck your ass like this. You like being my little slut, baby?"

"Yes, angel. This feels amazing, you have no idea." He replies breathlessly, the blood rushing back to his head now. You smash your lips onto his, wanting to be closer to him. You keep up your pace, rolling your hips to have the vibrator hit your clit just right. You moan against each other, going wild inside at the overpowering sensations you're both feeling. You break away from his lips, though yours still brush against them. You look deep into his eyes, smiling like the devil herself.

"Tell me you're my little slut." You command playfully, hungry to hear the words from his own mouth.

"I'm your little slut, Y/N. You fuck me so good...holy shit." His eyes fall shut again, you can tell he’s almost there. You squeeze his throat again, stealing his breath away.

"I didn't say you can cum yet, Eds. And I don't think you want to disobey me." You regain his attention, fear in his eyes of what you might do to punish him. His garbled moans and whines push you over the edge again. "Shit..." You gasp, your breath catching in your throat as your third orgasm crashes into you. You buck your hips sloppily again, making Eddie squeal as your grip loosens on his neck. Another dose of arousal spills from you, falling wetly onto the bed.

"I'm tryin' to hold it, angel. Everything just feels so goddamn perfect." He replies, doing his best to listen to your orders. He's coated in sweat, as are you. But as your third orgasm of the evening subsides, you find yourself wanting one more before Eddie completely loses it.

"Just a little longer, baby. You're taking my cock so well. Be a good boy, I'll let you cum soon." You reply, letting go of his neck entirely to grip his other hip. Using his waist as leverage, you proceed to snap your hips as you pound yourself into him.

"Fuck, Y/N! Oh...You're gonna kill me, baby. I can't hold it much longer..." Eddie calls out breathlessly. He's trying to be good, to hold off on losing control. He knows what will happen if he disobeys you, and he refuses to be defeated so easily.

"Almost there一 shit. We can cum together, love. Such a good boy for me, I know how badly you want it." You encourage him to hold on a tiny bit longer, hoping your praise is enough. You're very close to your own high again. Your pussy sparking from the continued stimulation. Just a few more seconds, that's all you need. "Cum for me, baby...oh, fuck! EDDIE!" You scream when you're taken down by bliss yet again. Your thighs jolt violently, which makes you hit all the right angles inside Eddie's asshole, sending him over the edge.

"Y/N! Oh, Jesus...shit一 FUCK!" Eddie's stomach tenses, and he takes in a ragged gasp, before letting out the loudest moan you've ever heard from him. His toes curl, and his sticky load spurts out of his cock and onto his stomach and chest. He tugs against the dildo in his euphoria, extending the pleasure further. You watch his expression twist into beautiful shapes, all of which illustrate just how good you've made him feel.

"Mmm, my good boy. You did so well, my perfect little slut." You coo, stroking his sweat-slicked face with your gloved hand. You're still inside of him, but you flick the switch on the battery pack to turn off the vibrator. You've had more than enough now, and the stimulation is getting to be too much. You both come down from your final highs, exchanging a few loving kisses. "Did you like that, Eddie?" You ask, somehow still unconvinced that he's actually enjoyed himself.

"Yes, sweetheart. It was fuckin' amazing. Did you have fun being in charge?" He asks with a grin.

"Mhm, it was great. I felt so...powerful." You reply, grinning giddily at how fantastic it was to take total control.

"I'm glad, princess. You were phenomenal, I couldn't get enough. You're such a strong, smart, sexy woman. I love you, baby." He speaks lovingly, unable to stop smiling. Tonight has been so fun for the both of you. Playing together, trying new things, it's everything you've dreamed about as a couple.

"I love you too, Eds." You reply warmly, giving him one last kiss before you attempt to pull out. You look down between your legs, thinking over how best to do this. "I'm gonna slowly pull out so we can clean up. Just keep still and relax, okay?" You instruct, looking at him for confirmation.

"Sure thing, love." He says softly, taking a deep breath before you try to move. He nods to give you the go ahead, and you gradually remove the dildo from his tight hole. He groans at the feeling, but he insists you keep going to get it out already. Once you get the toy all the way out, he exhales deeply with puffed cheeks. "Fuckin' A. I'll have to get used to that." He laughs, doing his best to sit up in bed. He brings his bound arms down to his lap. "You mind lettin' me outta these, babydoll?" He asks politely.

"Of course, love." You hop off the bed again, still wearing the strap-on. You dig around in your bag, finding the tiny set of keys. You let his hands free, and he rubs the tender flesh of his wrists. "You bruised at all?" You ask, hoping you didn't go too hard.

"Nah, all good. Just a little sore, but it's to be expected." He reassures you, before dragging his eyes along your body. His pupils settle on your imitation cock, and he chuckles at the sight.

"What?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. You notice his eyes peering downwards, and you follow their direction to see that you're still sporting the purple silicone between your legs. "Oh." You giggle, blushing slightly. You take the harness off, letting it fall beside you on the bed for the time being. "You wanna take a shower, Eds? We've made quite the mess." You say, eyes flicking to the glistening streaks of white on Eddie's torso.

"Yes, please. I'm so goddamn sticky, it's a little gross...even for me." He replies, letting you lead him by the hand to the bathroom. You turn on the water, and strip off the rest of your costume. You take the wig off first, it was getting a little itchy. Next is the armor and boots, ending with the bra. You stand naked before Eddie, his caring eyes eating up your every inch. "My gorgeous girl, you do so much for me." He coos, putting his hand on your waist. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, enjoying this moment of closeness. He brushes a stray hair behind your ear, looking deep into your eyes. "You are the best girlfriend in the entire world, you know that?"

"Only because you tell me so all the time, my love. Which, among other things, makes you the best boyfriend, too." You return his adoring gaze, smiling like the sun. You share a tender kiss, and he leads you backwards into the glass-door shower. He presses your body against the tile wall as the water soaks your bodies, slicking away some of the sweat and cum you've accumulated. He lowers a hand to slip two fingers to your clit, making you moan against his mouth. "Eddie, please. Don't you think we've had enough?" You ask, though the arousal gathering on his digits betrays your protest.

"I can stop if you want, babydoll. But I didn't get a chance to touch you at all, it was driving me insane." He breathes heavily, and you can feel his dick poking into your stomach. You're surprised he's still up for more, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't as well.

"I suppose I didn't get to have your cock inside me, either. If you really have it in you, go nuts, baby." You offer just as his fingers slip inside your pussy. "Eddie." You moan, roughly gripping his shoulders

"Sounds like you've got it in you, too, sweetheart." He chuckles darkly, moving his mouth to suck on your neck.

"Shit, baby...You're so needy tonight." You whimper, allowing him to be in the driver's seat now. You've had your fair share of control, you may as well give Eddie a turn.

"Only for you, and this soaked pussy of yours. You want me to fuck you, angel?" He asks, pumping his digits in and out of you at a steady pace. He's riling you up, it's nothing substantial.

"Yes." You pant, dragging your nails along his back now. He groans at the sting, biting down hard on your throat.

"Then beg me, princess. Beg me to fuck your pretty little brains out." He commands, using his other hand to harshly tweak your nipple.

"Please fuck me, Eddie. I need you inside me, to make me scream your name." You plead, and he immediately removes his fingers from your cunt.

"Turn around, babe." He orders simply, and you do as he asks. Your back is facing him, and he suddenly pushes your front into the wall. You gasp in surprise, your head turned to the side. Eddie presses his body into yours, his hands caressing your hips, back, and ass. You moan quietly at his movements, waiting for him to enter you. "God, you've become such a filthy whore, Y/N. Costumes, toys, calling me a slut? You are an impeccable woman, sweetheart." He speaks lowly in your ear, his tone a breathy growl.

"It's all for you, Eds. I couldn't do all that for anyone else." You reply, telling him exactly how much he means to you, how you truly enjoy everything you do together.

"Good. Because you...are mine." He says as he takes hold of his length. He moves closer to your entrance, shoving his stiff cock into you on his final words.

"Fuck!" You shout, taken by surprise. He immediately starts hammering into you, grunting directly in your ear. It appears he's had enough of the teasing and wants to get right into it, and you're certainly not complaining. You press your hands into the wall, giving yourself a little bit of leverage. But Eddie quickly snatches them, holding them together behind your back. He presses himself into you even more, trapping you against the wall.

"You're so fuckin' wet, baby. Is this all for me, my sweet girl?" He asks, huffing out the words. He's fucking into you so hard, quickly building you up to a fifth orgasm. You want it so bad, the tip of his dick is brushing your g-spot just right, fast and hard exactly the way you like.

"All for you, Eddie. Only for you." You whimper, savoring the sensation of him ramming into you again and again. You can barely think straight, and you've got absolutely no control over your body. Eddie's got you completely pinned to the tiles, you couldn't keep your balance even if you tried. Your feet barely sit flat on the floor of the shower, and if he backs up even a little bit, you're bound to fall over.

"That's right...you're all mine. Such a good girl for me...taking my cock like a perfect little slut." Eddie groans, nearing his end again already. You've taken him to a whole new place tonight, and he can't help replaying the highlights of what transpired a few minutes ago as he rails your slick cunt. His thrusts start to lose focus, his moans coming out harsher than before against your ear. You can tell he's close, and you're not far behind him.

"Fuck me harder, baby. I wanna feel you cum with me." You beg, your walls beginning to flutter around his aching length. He does as you ask, his hips stinging your ass as he thrusts rougher and faster than before. You feel tears pooling in your eyes from the pleasure, it's almost too much. You let out cries and whimpers beyond your control, sprinkling in an occasional utterance of his name.

"Shit, Y/N. I'm gonna make a mess inside this tight little pussy. Let it all go for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock...FUCK!" Eddie's stomach tenses, and his pelvis bucks into you hard enough to make your ass sting. His grip on you tightens, and you reach your high as his sticky load spills into you.

"Eddie!" You cry out, your insides clamping down on his length. He groans at the sensation, pushing himself to keep thrusting through your orgasms. Your head falls backwards over Eddie's shoulder, helpless noises tearing themselves from your lungs. Your thighs tremble once again, much more erratic this time around. You feel like you've caught fire from the inside out, and you can't comprehend anything except the intense pleasure coursing through you. You soak Eddie's cock, you can hear your release splashing loudly onto the tiles beneath your feet. His breath hitches at the feeling of you drenching him, his eyes briefly rolling back into his head.

Eddie holds you upright as he becomes still inside you, you've essentially melted into a puddle at this point. He watches as tears roll down your cheeks, your eyes staring widely at the ceiling. Your mouth sits slightly agape, panting heavily. "You okay, angel?" He asks, slowly bringing you back down to earth. You set your head upright, nodding slightly.

"Yeah, I'm alright." You answer, letting him lean your body against his until you can stand up straight. Once your bones solidify again, you both finish up your shower, and clean up your dirty clothes and toys. You put on some pajamas, and cuddle together on the bed. "So, you wanna order some pizza?" You ask, realizing you haven't eaten much at all today.

"Yes, that sounds so fuckin' good right now." Eddie groans, suddenly feeling hungrier than he ever thought possible.

"I'm on it, baby." You say, giving him a light peck before going to the phone. You look up the number for the local pizza place, which is luckily open all night. You place the order, and jump right back into bed once the food is on its way. "All set, love. Happy birthday." You say, settling into Eddie's hold. He squeezes you firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I know I said it already, but I think it's worth repeating. Best. Birthday. Ever." He says softly, the two of you humming in contentment as you wait for your dinner.

To be continued...

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Until I Met You - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Familiar Faces

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 5,514

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: Tav and the gang work to free up the tiefling prisoners from Moonrise. When they finally return to Last Light, someone new is there waiting. Part 27 of the slow burn fic. Tav and Halsin POVs.

Tags: Slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries, brief suicidal thoughts.

A/N: Bit of a longer chapter but it'll be worth it! So thankful for everyone who has continued reading and supporting <3

Tav wiped the sweat from her brow as she examined the small group of dead guards at their feet. The overwhelming odor of death and decay sat in a thick haze around them, stinging her eyes and nostrils.

Karlach had immediately started a fight with the guards at the bottom of the stairs when a scrying eye startled her and she slammed it into the nearest wall.

“What’s the point of having a safe word if you’re going to dash ahead of us anyway, darling?” Astarion scolded Karlach in a low whisper as he wiped his daggers clean on one of the cultist’s robes.

“Sorry, there’s just something about the way those scrying eyes feel when I throw them against the wall. I got excited.” She yanked her sword out of the chest of the mage she had killed.

Tav kept a wary eye on the doorway in front of them. If any other guards had heard their little kerfuffle, they were being remarkably quiet about it.

“Let’s move the bodies out of view and keep moving.”

They were able to stash the bodies in a side room before moving into the main prison area. Blood and gods only know what else clung to every inch of the place. With each step, her boots stuck to the ground ever so slightly, making a light popping noise each time she picked up her foot. She took note of the two guards patrolling the large chamber containing a row of prison cells with a large central tower overlooking the room.

And another scrying eye.

“Chk. I do not like these humming purple orbs that seem to be prevalent among this cult,” Lae’zel hissed behind her. “I can feel their gaze following me no matter where I turn.”

“We’ll need to take care of both of them before we can get any prisoners out,” Tav whispered, “otherwise they’ll cry for reinforcements and then we’ll be well and truly fucked.” To her side, she saw Karlach’s hands twitch.

“Not yet, Karlach. We need to find the prisoners first,” She kept her voice low as they approached the cells.

To Tav’s relief, one of the first cells they passed held a few familiar faces. Multiple tieflings sat in the cell, two of them were leaning on the bars at the front.

No Zevlor or Mol though.

As they continued her stroll through the dungeon, she spotted another cell, filled with gnomes. She started to approach them, but one of the True Souls stopped her.

“You! True Soul! These prisoners are for Disciple Balthazar’s attention only.” She glared at their small adventuring party.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a loyal assistant to him, isn’t it?” Tav snapped back. “He sent me back from the Thorm mausoleum to question these prisoners on his behalf. Shall I make the long trek all the way through the shadows to tell him why you stopped me from following his orders?”

“A-apologies, I wasn’t aware.” Tav’s sudden outburst seemed to startle the guard. “Please, carry on, and do pass on my apologies to Balthazar.” She gave a quick, nervous bow before hurrying away.

The True Soul continued her patrolling of the prison. Tav could feel the eyes of the prisoners on her as she studied the guard’s path, trying to make sure the mess from their previous encounter wasn’t discovered. Satisfied, she approached the cell holding the gnomes.

“I’m looking for someone named Wulbren,” Tav kept her voice soft, “is he still alive?”

“You bet your sorry ass I’m still alive, you cultist freak,” he shot back at her.

Tav smirked. “I’m not with the cult, someone named Barcus Wroot sent me to find you.”

“Barcus…” The suspicion in his eyes started to fade. “But you ordered that guard about as if you were the godsdamned Absolute herself. Why would a True Soul want to help us?”

“I’m not really a True Soul,” Tav looked around, keeping an eye out for the guards to return, “I’m here to get you–”

She was cut off by a guard returning.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his questioning eyes scanned their small group.

“I’ll handle this one.” Astarion took a few graceful strides up to the True Soul.

“Dreadfully sorry, these prisoners are being so stubborn. Nothing for you to worry yourself over, my brother under the Absolute.” He flashed a dazzling smile at the guard, Tav just groaned.

“Disciple Balthazar never gave orders for these prisoners to be questioned. They’re to be taken below once his research is completed.” He ignored Astarion’s reassurances with ease.

“Oh, fuck it,” Astarion rolled his eyes, “Karlach, darling?”

She perked up next to Tav, the temperature around them began to rise with the heat from her skin.

“I think this guard needs a healthy dose of whizbangs.”

“Fuck yes.” She grinned as she swung her sword up high over her head before bringing it down into the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder. Just for good measure, Lae’zel drove her own sword into his abdomen.

He fell to the ground, the muscles on his face frozen in a look of shock. His blood seeped from the gaping wounds to add its crimson to the stained floor.

“And that’s how we handle that.” Karlach brushed her hands together and gave a proud nod.

An ear-piercing wail rang through the dungeon.

Tav whipped around to see the other scrying eye had joined them. The reverberation from its cries bounced off the walls and echoed throughout the rooms.

The other guard on patrol whipped around to face them.

“Shit…Karlach, now would be a good time to crush that scrying eye against the wall before it calls this whole fucking tower down,” Tav growled as she launched an arrow into the shoulder of the advancing guard.

“Right!” She made a frantic lunge at the purple orb, but it swerved away at the last second, sending Karlach tumbling to the ground.

Lae’zel started making arcing swipes at the guard as they closed in, catching them in the side and slicing through their armor. Astarion finished them off with a frighteningly quick stab of a dagger in their throat.

Yet another scrying eye let out a blood-curdling screech.

“Anytime you’d like to take care of those scrying eyes, Karlach, it would be most appreciated!” Shadowheart bellowed as a bolt of radiant energy flew right past it.

“How many of these fuckers do they have?!” Tav yelled as she fired an arrow at one of them. It bounced off the orb without even leaving a scratch.

Gale spun around to focus his attention on the closest one. A loud crack of thunder sounded in the room, leaving a small crater where he had cast the spell, and a pile of dust that used to be a scrying eye.

“C’mere you little shit!” Karlach snarled as she chased down the other one.

Just the one scrying eye left, so far so–

“What in the nine hells is going on out here?!”

The fighting came to a screeching halt at the newcomer’s voice.

Another True Soul came marching out from the tower that stood tall in the middle of the room. Her ornate robes and intimidating presence made Tav guess that this was the Warden of the prison.

Tav stood poised with an arrow on her bowstring, Karlach next to her palming a scrying eye, arm cocked back and ready to throw it against the nearest wall.

They shared a brief look with one another before Tav shook off the shock of the new addition and fired an arrow into the Warden’s leg. She recoiled with a groan but kept her balance.

With her movement, the rest of her friends resumed their attacks.

Karlach turned and hurled the scrying eye into the Warden’s chest. The orb cracked against her breastplate before landing on the ground in fragmented chunks.

Thank the gods those are gone.

Gale’s and Wyll’s hands came alive with magic. Lines of fire and pure force shot from their fingertips at their new opponent.

The Warden had recovered from their initial attacks and aimed her crossbow at Karlach. The bolt soared through the air to hit her bicep, causing her grip to falter on her sword.

Astarion had dashed ahead of them, evading multiple shots from her crossbow before reaching her side and driving a dagger into her shoulder. She stumbled, but once again recovered quickly.

Karlach scrambled to pick her weapon off the floor. Blood poured from the wound in her arm in pulsing streams as she ripped the arrow out. Tav stashed her bow and ran to her side.

“Cover us!” she yelled at the others as she started a quick healing spell. It was enough to stop the bleeding, but not enough to close the wound all the way.

Astarion continued dancing around the Warden, slicing at her limbs and dodging attacks as they came.

Lae’zel charged in behind him, making the most of his distraction. The Warden was only able to get one more shot off before the greatsword pierced her throat, causing her to fall to the ground with a gurgling gasp.

“Fucking hells…” one of the tieflings yelled from their cell.

“Shadowheart! I need your help,” Tav called out. She came running over to Karlach and took over the healing. Between the two of them, they were able to get her wound mended.

“Ah, look at this,” Astarion flashed a small key ring in his fingers, “the perfect ingredients for a jailbreak.”

Tav walked up to the tieflings’ cell to get a better look at the people being held there. She counted only four prisoners.

“It’s you! You were the one who saved us at the grove!” one of the tieflings shouted from the back of the cell.

“Do you know where the rest of your kin are?” she asked, craning her neck to see around the corners.

“We’re the only ones here, friend.” The tiefling that spoke up was Lia, if she remembered correctly. She had convinced her and her two brothers to stay in the grove after the goblin attack.

“You haven’t seen Zevlor? Or Mol?”

“Mol wasn’t with us, and Zevlor can suffer below in every layer of the hells for all I care,” Lia snapped back.

Okay, we don’t have time to learn what that was all about right now.

“What about Arabella’s parents?”

“Komira and Locke? They weren’t captured with us, I saw them running away,” another tiefling answered.

This is all that’s left?

Tav shook the grief away, forcing herself to focus back on the task at hand.

“Okay, now in the nine hells are we going to get everyone out of here?” she asked, out of breath.

“I might just have a little solution to that problem,” Wulbren shouted from his cell down the way. Tav jogged over to speak with him.

“I need tools before I can do anything. If we can break through this wall, I’m almost certain there’s a dock nearby that we can use to escape. Should we be fortunate enough to find a boat, that is.”

“We’ll look around, if they confiscated your belongings, I’m sure they’re here somewhere. Sit tight.”

Tav scoured the central tower, grabbing anything useful. Gale seemed particularly enamored with an amulet they found. She snatched a few of the maps and letters scattered about, hoping they could provide some additional information about the cult’s plans. Multiple weapons and backpacks had been stored in a large chest labeled ‘Evidence,’ she assumed they belonged to the prisoners.

Satisfied with their looting, she led her companions back out to the row of prison cells.

“I assume this is yours?” Tav held up a small, well-crafted hammer in front of the gnomes’ cell.

“I’ll be damned, your feet fly fast, friend. This should have us out of here in no time.” He snagged the weapon from her hands. “If my assessments are correct, and they always are, there should be a dock somewhere behind this prison.”

“I’ll grab the tieflings and we’ll get out of here,” Karlach offered as she ran off with the Warden’s keys.

Wulbren started hammering away at the crumbling wall at the back of the cell. After a few minutes, they had created a hole large enough for everyone to crawl through.

With all prisoners accounted for and no further reinforcements rushing in to intercept them, Tav waved the rest of her party to follow them through the wall. Wulbren had been correct, there was indeed a small, secluded dock. A single boat bobbed on the water with metal chains anchoring it to the dock’s posts. She helped the gnomes and tieflings get situated as the others watched their backs for any additional guards.

“My plan is to hide out on the water for now, unless you have another solution you’d like to share?” Wulbren asked, out of breath.

“You won’t last long out there among the shadows. We’ll come with you, we know a safe haven. A place called Last Light Inn.” Tav motioned for everyone to get on the boat as she broke the chains holding it to the dock.

Their sail across the lake would have been silent if not for the sound of oars slapping against the dark water. Luckily, it wasn’t long before the shining moon shield came into view.

Tav pulled their boat close to the dock of Last Light. As the tieflings and gnomes unloaded, an agitated Harper came running down to greet them.

“Have you gone mad?!” He yelled as he panted to catch his breath. “You can’t just show up here and start unloading strangers, there are protocols damn it!”

“These people need sanctuary. I’m sure you can still go through your precious protocols on the dock. At least give them the dignity of standing on solid ground to do so.” Tav whipped around to glare at him.

“Fine, but no one goes inside until they pass the test. We can’t chance another infected infiltrating our ranks.” He gave Tav an apologetic look. “Erm, present company excluded I suppose.”

“What test? What is he talking about?” Wulbren stormed up next to Tav. The grim, weary expressions around her shifted to panic.

“He just wants to make sure you’re not infected. It’s safe and painless, I promise.”

“Okay everyone, line up against the wall there, we’ll have this over in no time.” The Harper pulled out a jar with an illithid parasite and began his tests.

Tav and her companions made their way back up to the inn. Everyone else went to mingle and trade while she reported to Jaheira.

The High Harper sat at the same table where they had their conversation the day prior. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she poured over the maps and books sprawled over the table’s surface. A glass of wine sat to the side, her fingertips idly strumming along the base, another glass sat across from her.

“So, what did you decide to slip into my glass today?”

“Nothing but the finest swill I could scrounge up from the basement,” she shot back without looking up from her book.

Tav couldn’t fight back the smile her quip drew forth.

No wonder Tev liked her so much.

“We made it into Moonrise.” Tav sat down with a grunt, just now realizing how badly her legs ached. “Ketheric was there to greet us. A goblin threw a halberd into his chest, and he plucked it out like it was a splinter.” She took a large swig of the wine in front of her. It was a bold and dry red with a slight spice that warmed her entire chest.

“A gruesome sight, no?” Jaheira looked up at her. “What have you learned?”

“Not much, I’m afraid. But we were able to keep our True Soul identity intact while we were there, at least for now.”

��You are afraid you will have that cover no longer?”

“Well, we did just free all of their prisoners from the dungeon,” Tav admitted. “They’re being tested down at the docks.”

“How many witnessed this?”

“We left no witnesses, but there were tthree scrying eyes. We took care of those too, but we still have no clue who is monitoring them,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Good girl.” Jaheira smiled at her. “Is there anything you learned that could help us?”

“Ketheric is calling himself a ‘Chosen of the Absolute’ now.”

“Our paladin is not picky it would seem,” Jaheira scoffed. “Another True Soul in this Absolute army?”

“That’s the thing,” Tav drummed her fingers along the surface of the table, “he wasn’t infected with a tadpole.”

She thought back to her attempt to penetrate his mind like she had done so many times before on other members of the cult.

“Are you sure?” Jaheira seemed surprised by this revelation.

“Certain. I tried to influence his mind using mine but there was no response.”

“So, he’s aligned himself with mind flayers willingly, abandoning Shar in the process? What does he stand to gain from this?” Jaheira’s mind was visibly racing as she considered this new information. “Was there anything else?”

“We were asked to check on one of Thorm’s trusted advisors. Apparently, they lost contact with him after they went to retrieve something from the mausoleum on his behalf.” Tav swung her bag around to grab the items she nabbed from the dungeon. “Also, we stole a few invasion maps and letters that I figured could be useful.” She added them to the small stack in front of Jaheira.

“I see you have not forgotten your training, little ranger. The tiefling prisoners have been released, and this advisor seems like a promising lead, the best one we have had in some time.” She paused to take a sip of her wine. “So why do you look so downtrodden?”

Tav pursed her lips. “There was still no sign of Zevlor or Mol, Arabella’s parents are still missing. We learned nothing of Duke Ravengard. And we still don’t know the source of Ketheric’s invulnerability.”

Jaheira looked around the inn, checking to see if anyone was within earshot.

“Tav’ahria, do not do this to yourself.”

“Do what?”

“Do not take on the weight of guilt that does not belong to you. We Harpers have more than enough to go around, those of us with longer lives have even more so.”

“I’m not a Harper anymore, Jaheira.”

She smirked. “If you say so.”

A commotion off to her side stopped her from responding. The Flaming Fists that had stayed behind when Counselor Florrick left for Baldur’s Gate were gathered in a nearby room.

“What’s happening over there?” She craned her neck to try and see past the small crowd.

“Supposedly they found someone out wandering in the shadows. They believe him to be one of their ranks.”

“Could this be another trick?” Tav’s mind wandered back to Marcus, the Fist that had attacked the inn on Ketheric’s orders.

“They tested him, he is not infected,” she assured her. “But he did seem rather nonsensical. Feel free to visit with him if you wish, you never know what could link back to this accursed cult.”

“Thank you, High Harper. We’ll keep you updated on our progress.” She took one more sip of her wine before standing up.

“You’ve done the people here a great service, Tav. Do not be so hard on yourself.” Jaheira’s words were more of a command than a suggestion.

“I’ll try.”

Tav wandered through the crowd, catching bits of information here and there.

“…lost his mind he has…”

“…Cullagh…Duke Eltan…”

Duke Eltan?

Grand Duke Eltan had been the duke and leader of the Flaming Fist while she still lived in Baldur’s Gate. But that was over one hundred years ago, he couldn’t still be alive.

As her mind began to race with questions, she tried to strain her ears to catch more of the conversations around her. At the edge of the room, a young man laid unconscious in a bed. He was singing.

“Mm, mm, Thaniel and me are…are climb, climbing up a tree.” His melodic mumbles were almost lost in the loud bustle of the room.

Did he say…Thaniel?

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” Tav bellowed to stop the constant chatter around her. It at least seemed to startle everyone into silence, but she did receive some glares when they realized she wasn’t a ranking officer giving them orders.

She knelt next to the bed, listening intently to his song.

“Thaniel and me…climb, climb, climbing a tree.”

“Can you hear me? Did you say you know Thaniel?” Tav spoke in a low, hushed tone, not wanting to scare the man.

“We found him out in the shadows, just…wandering. Nothing survives out there for long, I don’t know how he made it here. We haven’t had any luck in waking him up.” Another Flaming Fist stood on the opposite side of the bed.

“I know that name he’s singing, Thaniel. I’ve heard it from a friend of mine.”

Halsin…

She snapped her attention back to the present. Regardless of her awkward encounter this morning, he would want to know that she had found something.

“You have? Do you think you could bring him here? Maybe he could help tell us what’s wrong,” the Fist asked, her voice hopeful.

Tav reached out to touch the man’s forehead. He had a thin layer of sweat and grime coating his skin, his dark, curly hair was a tangled mess. But there was an aura about him that she couldn’t quite place, something cold and dark. Whatever plagued him was no physical ailment.

Halsin seemed to think Thaniel had been imprisoned in the Shadowfell. If this man had met Thaniel, then he had likely been trapped there too.

“Yes, I’ll bring him back here. We’ll see what we can do to wake him up.” Tav stood up and looked the man over.

“Here, we found this on his person.” The Fist produced an envelope and handed it over to her.

“It looks like he was at the House of Healing.” She scanned the assignment letter in her hands, it was indeed signed by Grand Duke Eltan. The unconscious man’s name appeared to be Art Cullagh.

And it would seem he was here one hundred years ago when the shadows were unleashed.

“Tav! There you are.” Karlach came barreling through the room. “Some of the others already went back to camp. What’s all this?”

Tav couldn’t form the words. She could hardly believe it. She may have just found the solution to the shadows, to the curse.

“Come on, I’ll explain on the way. We need to get back to Halsin now.”

***

Halsin had begun to pace around the plot where he had set up his tent. Shadowheart, Gale, and Astarion had returned an hour or so ago, but the others had not followed yet. Part of him worried that he had scared Tav off, that she was taking her time at Last Light to avoid him after this morning. Another bout of guilt ripped through him. In their short time together, he had come to cherish her company, her friendship.

What if she kept her distance from now on? What if she stopped seeking his company early in the morning before the others woke? What if he closed the door on them being something more in the future?

Another, much more bitter thought crossed his mind.

What if she no longer wants to help lift the curse?

He shook it away as quickly as it came. How could he even begin to think so little of her? She had proven her selflessness time and time again, she would not doom an entire land to eternal darkness over having her advances rejected.

As his pulse began to quicken with his rising anxiety, he heard voices approaching the camp. Tav jogged up to the campfire and started talking to the others who had returned earlier. Her hands gestured excitedly with a piece of parchment clutched in one of them. Astarion pointed back at Halsin and Tav’s head whipped around to where he paced in front of his tent.

The movement caused his breath to catch and his heart to skip a beat. Those pesky wisps of silver hair that had escaped her signature braid fluttered in the wind behind her like tiny ribbons as she trotted toward him. He fought the urge to open his arms to her, letting her run into them so he could hold her there for the rest of the night.

No, you’ve gotten her hopes high enough as is.

He waited patiently for her to approach him, his arms stiff at his sides as he forced his desires deep down once again.

“Halsin!” she yelled. She didn’t sound upset to his surprise – and relief.

“Hello, Tav.” He flexed his hands by his hips as they itched to rest on her arms.

She took a moment to catch her breath, bending over so she could rest her hands on her knees. Judging by the light gasping noises she was making, she had run all the way here from Last Light.

“Are you alright?” He started to reach out to her, but hesitated. “You’re absolutely covered in blood.”

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, it’s not mine.” She stood back up as she waved a dismissive hand, blowing the runaway hairs out of her face. “I had to run back here to tell you…I found something.”

Tav held out the piece of crumpled parchment in her hands. It looked to be a letter of some kind.

“Who is Art Cullagh?” Halsin’s confusion must have been plain on his face as his eyes scanned it.

“He’s a Flaming Fist currently in a magical sleep at Last Light. They found him out wandering the shadows. Halsin…” She paused to take another deep breath. “He keeps singing a nonsensical song that mentions Thaniel.”

He snapped his attention back to her.

“What did you say?”

“He keeps muttering something about him in his sleep. He’s completely delirious, but he definitely said ‘Thaniel.’ I can’t say for sure, but I think he’s been trapped in the Shadowfell.”

Halsin stood with his mouth agape. She did it, she actually did it. Unable to help himself, he closed the gap between them and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“You’re sure? You heard him say this yourself?”

“Yes.” She smiled up at him. “The other Flaming Fists are watching over him at Last Light.”

“Then I must speak with him.” Hope swelled within him. It took all his willpower not to give her a back-breaking hug.

“Nonsensical or not, he knows something. I need to leave at once, you should join me when you can.” He tried to turn and walk away, but Tav caught his arm.

“We’ll go with you. I’m as curious as you are to see what he has to say.”

“Surely you’re all exhausted after today.” Her offer caught him off guard, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want her to accompany him.

“I’m sure we can catch our breath there for a bit if needed. Besides, I’m not letting you go wandering off in the shadows alone. We don’t need to take everyone, just a few so we can get there safely.”

“That’s…that’s very kind of you, thank you.”

“Of course. And um…” she started tugging on her braid, “about this morning…”

“Tav, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He felt the familiar stab of shame in his gut as he spoke.

“It’s okay, I uh, I just wanted to say that I hope I didn’t ruin our friendship. I’ve come to enjoy your company a great deal, and I’d hate to think I did something to damage it.” She cleared her throat as she finished speaking. The faintest hint of tears shone in the corners of her eyes.

“Of course not.” His hands made their way back to grip her shoulders. “I already consider you a very dear friend and as long as you’ll have me, I’ll remain that friend to you as well.”

She nodded as she let out a long sigh.

“Let me gather some of my things, then we can leave. Oak Father willing, we could see these shadows banished soon, my friend.” He squeezed her shoulders before letting his hands drop to his side again.

When he looked up at the others, Karlach stood with her arms crossed, glaring at him. He assumed she knew of their conversation that morning.

Tav waited outside of his tent for him before leading him back to the others. Gale, Astarion, and Karlach agreed to accompany them back to Last Light. He felt a bit silly traveling such a short distance with a convoy, but it obviously made Tav feel better, so he wouldn’t complain.

“Ready?” She turned to face him with a smile.

“After you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder but heard a small huff from Karlach.

His first lead in one hundred years. Not just a distant echo or whisper, but a living witness. Someone else who had met Thaniel.

He recited the ritual in his mind once more. The words he had kept close to his heart for decades. They caused him to bristle with anticipation as they started the short walk to Last Light Inn. A grin came over his face as he followed Tav out of camp.

Her ivory braid swayed from side to side as she set a brisk pace in front of him. The mesmerizing movement calmed his anxiety and reminded him how close he was to seeing Thaniel again, how close he was to fulfilling his promise.

How close he was to being free from his duty.

***

During their short time among the shadow curse, Tav and her companions had already become accustomed to tense walks in the dark woods. She would have thought by now that they would be used to wraiths and shadows jumping out of every corner, but it still caught them off guard more often than not.

“I do appreciate the escort, my friend, but it really was unnecessary. It’s quite a short walk and I know these woods well, even in this darkness.” Halsin was walking next to her, the two of them just a few steps in front of their other companions.

“Oh, please. How would you react if I said I was going for a walk, alone, in the woods while we’re here?” She rolled her eyes.

“Fair enough. I would highly advise against such an action,” he chuckled and bumped his shoulder into hers.

Right on cue, Tav heard a rustling in the bushes ahead of them. She drew her bow, signaling everyone else to stop.

Here we go again.

Crouched low, she started creeping forward. Once she was close enough, she realized that it was just a light breeze blowing through the leaves. She let out a relieved sigh as she stood back up. Little tendrils of shadow swirled around her ankles, taunting her.

“You seem a little tense, Tav. Is everything okay?” Halsin stepped up behind her.

“Of course. This whole place just sets my nerves on–” She was cut off midsentence by several shadows and shadow cursed corpses approaching their position from behind.

“Fucking hells! Can we not go on one godsdamned walk without these unnatural fucks bothering us?!” she yelled as she fired an arrow through one of the shadows.

“Remind me why we left our cleric in camp again? We could use a bit of radiant light right about now,” Astarion snarled as he barely dodged a swipe from the massive wraith that had appeared.

“Because we thought we were just going for a pleasant stroll through the woods!” Tav conjured a large circle of thorny vines on the ground, trying to deter the shadows from advancing.

“It’s never that simple though, is it darling?” Astarion drove a dagger into the neck of one of the animated corpses.

Halsin had wild shaped into a bear and was taking furious swipes with his paws between the enemies. As the corpses made their way through the vines, she saw that it was another group of cursed Harpers. Seeing so many of them constantly reminded her of–

Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the Harpers grabbed hold of her arm. She spun around and yanked it away. Once free, she kicked the corpse’s legs, knocking it to the ground. Tav grabbed her sword from her belt and moved to drive it into the Harper’s chest. But as soon as she saw the face, she froze.

The eyes were twisted beyond recognition, a mix of churning necrotic energy and shadows. His skin was a sickly color, the face cracked and lined with dark magic, warped by a century in darkness. But the hair…the hair may have been matted and dirty, but the unmistakable white curls fell in a familiar pattern over his face.

“Tev’aron?” she whispered.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 halsin #halsin x tav #halsin silverbough #halsin fanfic #we're getting into even more angsty territory here friends #I think I may have settled on oakflower for their ship name though

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multishipperofgaydeadwizards · 1 year ago

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I have returned. And today I come with quite a number of ships so like brace yourselves, I'll keep popping in between my work. Speaking of prongsfoot, can we talk about just how perfect Remus/Peter would be?

1. They'll be the EPITOME of soft cottagecore. Baking, reading, picnics, growing plants, taking care of any wounded animals in the nearby area they'll just be so sidnsmsjdlsnsjdb

2. Peter knits. And he makes all the sweaters for Remus. And Remus absolutely adores watching him walking around with yarn and needles just going at it whenever wherever he gets the chance to

3. Cut to Remus being absolutely destroyed when it gets to him that Sirius killed his boyfriend but not being able to do anything as he sinks into his mind and never comes out. The reason he goes to Hogwarts in Harry's 3rd year is because he knows Sirius will be there. Him trying to kill him and Sirius trying to explain what really happened. And him demanding proof cause he's never seen Sirius be more... serious about anything else. And then the betrayal he feels when he sees said proof. Cut to him burning all the sweaters.

4. In this scenario, I like to think Peter started our as a spy for Dumbledore but he got turned into a death eaters for reals. Or he thought that the baby Voldy was targeting was actually Neville and he convinced himself that once Neville was taken care of, all his friends and his boyfriend will be safe. I have no idea where I'm going with this

5. They're both not players but they'll go up to the stands whenever prongsfoot is practicing and it'll be a cute double date

6. Remus can't figure out his feelings and talk about them for the life of him. But Peter, even tho shy, is very honest and cut the crap kind of person. With a little encouragement from Jamie, it works out really well.

7. Peter started getting into poetry because of Remus. (I actually was gonna type books there but my fingers just went and said poetry so we're going with it) He first started reading them to impress Remus but he couldn't actually understand them much. Later he fell in love with them. Or more specifically, he fell in love with how excited Remus got when talking about them. They'll both be in the kitchen and Peter will be walking around doing whatever needs to be done for what he is baking and Remus will be sat in one corner of the tabletop and talking animatedly about whichever poem he read/ was reading.

8. Ohhh they'll be so soft with each other I'm gonna cry. Sorry I'm making my point again. But like imagine like blurry sunlight coming in through paper thin curtains and baby's breathe flowers nestled between sunflowers and the smell of a bakery and the comfort in old sweaters and soft shy glances and pinkies intertwined and wishing on dandelions. That's them.

Ok I actually really likes doing that (8). It was kind of like a moodboard but with words. I'm gonna start doing it for all the ships now hehe. I'll come back later and do the same for the older ships I was ranting to you about (do you maybe happen to remember which ones they were? Or do you have them tagged?)

9. Their shipname would probably be "Moontail" I think... other possibilities are wormy which just sounds like a nickname for Pete. Or moonworm which isn't that bad ig but idk.

10. I think their ship is the one with the least possibility of an angsty beginning. Hit me with whatever you got tho. I think I'm slowly seeping back into my fluff phase from my smut phase (dw the cycle will continue and I'll be back to angst again lmfao)

Pls keep popping up I love it when you do :D I sadly won't be able to reply tho bc I have cooking today 😔 so you'll have to wait until I'm back home

HSJEBSONEO REMUS X PETER!!! I LOVE YOUR MIND!!

1) they so are, you are so correct!

2) omg he doesssss. it's his go-to gift for everyone, but especially for remus <3

3) oh fuck... that's so heartbreaking wtf :( but I can absolutely see it happen

4) I don't think that it would make sense that he thought the baby he was talking about neville at the beginning sure, but he told voldemort where the potters where so obviously he knew that it wasn't neville

5) absolutely. they wear matching sweaters :)

6) yesss. like I said before peter confesses first

7) awweee that's so cute! I can totally see that happen omgg

8) I love this. every time I see ships or characters described like that I melt. pls do do that :D

9) moontail sounds so cute omg >w< but moonworm is kinda cute too

10) "unrequited" that's all I'm going to say (it's my go-to lol)

I can't wait to see what else you come up with :)

#the lover with the great ideas #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #remus x peter #moontail #moonworm #wow... you're bad at parking

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 year ago

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The Brother Trap

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam

Summary: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Owen Mercer, Axel Walker, Thad Thawne, Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Deborah Morgna, Preston Lindsay, President Thaddeus Thawne Mention

Relationships: Owen Mercer/Axel Walker, Thad Thawne/Deborah Morgna, PrestonBart

Additional Tags: POV Third Person, College AU, Angst and Fluff, Family Dynamics, Family Issues, No Powers AU

Chapter Ten: Game Day

Thad came in from the backyard to get the burger patties. "Mom, are we eating outdoors or indoors?" Thad asked.

Meloni handfed him a bite of loaded potato skins. "What do you think? I could use a different kind of cheese—."

"Mom, it's delicious. You don't have to worry about feeding anybody. We're just playing cards," Thad interrupted. He took another one from her baking sheet and popped it in his mouth. "How many people are coming?"

"Including your friends? There's Linda, Joan, and Helena. So it'll be an eight-person game," Meloni answered as she poured Thad a drink.

"Is there honey in this?" Thad asked.

"Yeah! It's a virgin margarita. Joan's recipe. Good, right?" Meloni asked. She put her hands on her hips proudly as he took another sip. Thad nodded. "Do you want water instead? You look peaked."

"I'm fine, Mom. Last night just caught up with me," Thad reassured her. He took another sip and took the tin pan to the backyard.

Bart took some of the finished dishes out to the backyard while watching a movie. "Mom, I know you said we'd talk about it later—."

"I remember. Um, I just want to talk tonight... Is that okay?" Meloni interrupted. Bart nodded.

"Do you have a snack for me?" Bart asked. Meloni smiled and offered him a potato skin. Bart smiled and made a soft noise. "Thanks." Meloni nodded and tried one for herself.

"You know what? I think I might've outdone myself," Meloni smiled. Bart grinned and took the platter outside. He plopped back down on the couch afterward to watch the rest of the movie.

The doorbell rang once around lunchtime, and Bart ran to open the door. "I've got it!" Bart yelled as he opened the door. Owen and Axel smiled and held up two six-packs each.

"We didn't know if you guys preferred pop or beer," Owen mumbled. Bart invited them in and told them to sit the six-packs on the coffee table. He took them to the kitchen, where Meloni scrambled to find a place to put her tray fresh from the oven. Owen moved a mixing bowl and used a kitchen towel to take the tray from her. "Here, I've got you."

Meloni turned around to thank him. Meloni was speechless the second they met eyes. She hugged him without thinking. "Sorry, um, that was weird... I'll be right back," Meloni whispered as she rushed out of the room.

Owen offered to follow her. "Hey, I'm not trying—. Do you know who I am?" Owen asked. Meloni stopped and nodded as she stood frozen on the staircase. She kept her back turned to Owen as she hugged herself. "Do you want me to go away?"

Meloni turned to him and shook her head. "No. I just—. I feel like such a horrible-. Can we go up to the attic?" Meloni asked. Owen nodded hesitantly and followed her up the stairs. The doorbell rang, and they heard the rest of the guests arrive downstairs. Owen closed the attic door, and Meloni retrieved her locked box and pulled out his picture.

Owen took the picture in his hands, and he swallowed hard. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to call you... Do you know what you're supposed to call me?" Owen asked. Meloni hugged her knees and fought the urge to reach for him.

"You can call me Mel or Mrs. Allen or Mom or whatever you want... I um—. I didn't get to name you, so I don't really know what to call you either," she let out an uncomfortable laugh as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Owen Mercer," Owen answered. He didn't know what to think of her.

"Owen," she smiled as she said the word aloud, "That's perfect. You look like an Owen. Um... Did the family—? They promised—."

"They were okay people... They're gone now, but they were good to me. Can I ask why you gave me up? I'm only a few years older than the twins, and Dad said you weren't with their father..." Owen trailed off.

"Because Digger wasn't ready to be a father, and my dad—. Your grandpa gave me an ultimatum. I could move back with him and let him raise you, or I could give you up," Meloni confessed, "He never would've let you be a child. You would've always felt inadequate—. Owen, I never wanted to give you up. I just didn't want you to grow up the way I did."

Owen gave the photograph back, and he played with his earring. "Did you ever tell anyone that you had another child?" Owen asked.

"I told Don... The boys' father. He offered to help me find you, but you were almost three, and it—."

"I don't hate you. I just want to know you," Owen reassured her, "I don't know what to do. Please stop crying, Mom. I—." Meloni embraced him. Owen hugged her back.

"I was just thinking about you last night, and now you're here, and you're calling me Mom. It'd be weird if I wasn't crying," Meloni whispered. Owen let go and scratched his head.

"I'll stay quiet if you want. I don't wanna do anything to hurt any of you guys," Owen offered. Meloni shook her head.

"No, it's time I open up to them. I was going to talk to Bart and Thad tonight... I'd like all my sons to be there," Meloni replied, "But in the meantime, it would be nice if you kept this between us." Owen nodded.

"Of course, yeah. I um-. Can I ask you for something?" Owen questioned.

Meloni nodded. "Yes, anything. What is it?" Meloni asked.

"Can I keep a picture of you? It doesn't have to be that one. I just—."

Meloni looked through her box and gave Owen a picture of her with Digger. "This was the day I met him... Did he tell you about that?" Meloni smiled. Owen nodded. "You look so much like him. He must've liked that."

Owen chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, he really got a kick out of my smile. Dad said it was like seeing his face with your smile," Owen whispered. He was shocked at how easy it was to talk to her. She stood up, and they hugged once more before they went downstairs and introduced him to their guests.

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moth-mayh3m · 2 years ago

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So tumblr updated so if someone were to reblog their own post it wouldn't pop up in any notification so I'm sending it here (plus I might later suddenly get another spike of anxiety and delete the reblog so its best to get this out of the way before I panic again)

Thanks mate and no need to apologize I was the one who was being stubborn about not communicating anyways so it's all good

Also don't worry it wasn't really about that specific one just most of non canon in general (Besides the early days I was more steady then)

(despite it being more recent I actually forgot that rp while writing the post)

It's alright you guys get carried away it happens a lot in non canon anyways

because I just am unfortunately very socially awkward outside the canon comfort zone ig

Just very hard for me to keep up with others when I can't use what I'm good/skilled at (my stories) as a crutch if that makes any sense hopefully that isn't weird

I'm mostly an outsider in things after a while so it was bound to happen but I wanna thank you for letting me play in non canon

Even if I faded out anyways it was nice being allowed to play

Again thanks I don't think anyone means to pressure me but it gets kind of stressful

Like I'm in limbo of not being able to join in because I'm bad at interactions but not being able to leave because people ask me not to#Same I hope it'll work out soon the server thing isn't really anyones fault logically it just makes me feel kinda empty and less motivated

Hopefully one day it'll work out.

(Also I really do love kf though I suspect my hyperfixation is close to dying soon I want to continue the story

But it's not fun if nobody else is there for the story cause the reason I write stories including kf is to connect with people and make friends and give gifts using stories

unfortunately it's harder when you're passionate about a story that includes OCs which is why KF still stands and tinhj is barely existent

Cause kf has the favourites and Tinhj is mostly ocs. I got off topic hold on circling back)

Thanks for trying to be there for me I appreciate it#I'll try to do the same when you need it

It's barely chapter one and I've already panicked a lot over it sorry I'm way too anxious of a person

anyways ily platonically thanks for the tags mate

I'll try to keep going with KF if I can it really depends on the players wanting to play though

Those are all the tags anyways my anxiousness has caught up to me slightly and is saying you might have gotten a notification and I didn't so I'm just gonna send this now before I get too anxious and delete the ask sorry

oh no worries! i saw the tags! tumblr hasnt been giving me any issues like that, so you're fine!

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coldfanbou · 2 years ago

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Confessing

Wonyoung fic time. I got nothing else to say; nothing rough going on here.

Length 2.3K

Wonyoung x Mreader

You sat in a cafe, waiting for your friend to show up. You bring your drink to your lips, taking a long drink; as you place it back down, you see Wonyoung take the seat across from you. "I'm sorry for being late. I know I'm the one that called you here, but I-I just had to make sure I was ready." She says. You notice the slight stutter she made.

"Don't worry about it; I wasn't here that long." You reply. Wonyoung fiddles with her hands and keeps her head turned away from you. A deep-seated redness is coming across now. "Are you alright?" You ask while putting your hand on her forehead.

"I-I'm fine; I just need some water. I walked here really quickly." She says, finally looking at you. A waitress comes quickly afterward, taking her order. While you're waiting, you notice Wonyoung violently shaking her head. "So, are you ready for today?" She asks after as if she hadn't just done that.

"Yeah, it's been a while since we've gone out. Did you have anything planned? You kept everything secret from me.

Wonyoung nods and pulls out two tickets. "I got us these. They're for the carnival. I thought it would be nice to go." Wonyoung rubs her arms as she looks away from you again. Her drink arrives, and the two of you continue to talk until you're ready to go to the carnival.

At the carnival, Wonyoung gives the tickets to the man at the entrance, and you both walk through the large hallway leading to the carnival proper. The colorful lights in the hall paint the area. You glance at Wonyoung as she smiles with excitement. Coming out of the hall, you both notice the giant Ferris wheel in the back. "Do you want to ride it?" You ask Wonyoung.

She shakes her head, "Maybe later. Let's just walk around for now." You look at the many stalls; some are games, others are food, and a couple sells clothes, among other items. Wonyoung doesn't seem very interested in most of the games until she happens upon a fishing one. A simple game where you're handed a fishing rod and have to try to get the lure into a fish's mouth. The robotic fish pop up and bite the air before opening their mouths and sinking. They were different colors, indicating a specific prize type that you would get. You watch Wonyoung drift toward the stall; you follow her closely, wading through the crowd.

"Would you like a try? The first one is free." The carny operating the stand says. Wonyoung nods; he hands her a fishing pole and explains the rules. Wonyoung's attempt could have gone better, as her lure lands between the fishes. She lets out a disappointed sigh. You pay the man for a few more tries.

"What prize do you want?" You whisper to Wonyoung. She points toward a large bread plush, a red tag. You try to stifle a laugh seeing that of all her options; she'd want a piece of bread. She whines at you for laughing, slapping your arm. You grab the fishing pole and throw it forward to gauge how it'll fly. You land in between the fishes, much like Wonyoung's attempt. Noticing that the lure was lighter than expected, you give it less power and narrowly miss the red fish.

Wonyoung jumps in the air, "You nearly had it!" She yells as she smacks your arm. Visibly excited, Wonyoung starts pointing out where it might be easier. The red fishes are spread evenly except for the far left corner, where four red fishes sit beside each other. You take Wonyoung's advice and launch the lure into the far corner, smacking the fish. It had popped up and shut its mouth right before the lure got to it. Wonyoung squats down suddenly, holding onto the edge of the stall. She pokes her head over the edge, observing as you try again. You wait for the fish to start coming down to throw the lure. In what seems like a miracle, your toss was short and bounced off a closer fish into the mouth of a red fish just as it came up to bite. Wonyoung jumps up and screams before tossing herself at you. She holds you tightly as you celebrate your victory. "You did it!" She buries her head in your chest as she continues to hug you. The man gives you the bread plush and hands it to you.

"Your girlfriend must really like bread." He says with a laugh. Wonyoung immediately pulls away from you, turning bright red. You smile at her and hand her the bread. She immediately uses it to cover her face. You thank the man before walking away from the stall, telling him to give your other plays to someone else.

Wonyoung holds the bread to her chest. "Thank you," she says quietly. You pat her head.

"It’s no problem. I'm glad you like it." The two of you continued to walk around the carnival, eating food and getting on an occasional ride. As evening comes, you both get in line for the Ferris wheel. Once the ride begins, you look at the city skyline from the top of the Ferris wheel. Wonyoung looks at the floor nearly the entire time. "What's wrong Wonyoung?" You ask. She grips the edges of her skirt, gulping before she opens her mouth.

"Um… t-there's something I want to tell you." Wonyoung tries to meet your gaze but can't hold it. She puts up her bread plush as a barrier between you. "I-I…I like you."

"I like you too."

"N-no, I mean that I-I love you. As more than a friend." Wonyoung's grip on the plush tightens as she peers over it. "We've been friends since we were kids, but I've loved you for a long time. I-I wanted to…." She pauses for a moment. "I wanted to confess to you today. I wanted to do it here."

"You just did." You respond.

"N-no, but it's not the same. I don't want to be hiding behind this." She says, motioning toward the plush. "I wanted to have you really look at me."

You reach out and forcefully take the plush from her. "Go ahead then."

Wonyoung places her hands on her lap and looks down before collecting herself. She shakes slightly as she looks at you. "I've loved you for a really long time, but you were always out of reach. S-sometimes, I wanted to tell you, but you would be dating someone else. I-I want to be with you. S-so w-would y-y-you…" She tries to take a breath, and you see her struggling.

You kneel in front of her and take her hands in your own. "It’s okay." You say, reassuring her.

"Would you be my boyfriend?" She asks. Wonyoung has her eyes closed tightly as if awaiting rejection.

"I'd love to."

She hesitantly opens her eyes. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Wonyoung, I've loved you for a long time, too, but you never showed any interest in me, so I thought maybe I should date others to get you off my mind. Hearing you say that, though, makes me really happy." Wonyoung nearly pushes you onto the floor as she hugs you with all her strength. She continues to spout on and on about how she loves you. She can't help but cry as you accept her love. Wonyoung refuses to let you go as you try to return to your seat. The Ferris wheel ends soon, and Wonyoung rushes to dry her tears before you both leave the carriage. The day becomes night, and it comes time to go home. You both get in your car as you ready yourself to drop her off. "I guess I'll drop you off at home."

"Can we- can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks shyly.

"What?" You say, slightly stunned at her words.

"I want to sleep with you." She replies with her words trailing off at the end. "I've waited a long time, and I want to sleep with you," Wonyoung says, mustering her courage.

"Alright, we'll sleep together. It'll be our first night as a couple." Wonyoung smiles all the way home. The car ride was slightly filled with sexual tension. You hadn't expected Wonyoung to be so proactive as to say she wanted to sleep with you. You also hadn't fully registered what she wanted when you agreed. You couldn't say anything to her at this point and awkwardly drove the entire way home. When you arrived, you both sat in the car for a minute, unable to move.

Eventually, you were able to step out of the car. Wonyoung quickly followed. You both wasted no time as you made your way to your bedroom. "S-so, I guess we should take our clothes off."

"Y-yes, we should," Wonyoung responded with the same nervous voice. You both looked away from the other as you stripped down. "I-I can turn around when you do."

"Okay, we'll turn around on three. One, two, three!" You both turn around, covering yourself. "W-we should probably take our hands away." Wonyoung shyly nods, and you both slowly put your hands to the side. Your eyes make their way down Wonyoung's body. You get caught up at her legs, though, long, toned, and thick; you marvel at them. You slowly get hard as you think about Wonyoung's body. Wonyoung blushes as she watches your cock rise to full mast.

She steps forward, "Can…can I touch it?" You nod. She seems mesmerized by it as her hand reaches out and grasps your cock. You moan as she touches it. A smile crosses Wonyoung's face; she's happy she can make you feel good. Wonyoung starts to stroke your cock; without any prior experience, she's doing a good job. Her pace is anything but consistent, though, as she sometimes goes from incredibly slow to very quick. You run your hands around her stomach before taking a breast in each hand. Your palms squeeze her soft flesh, drawing a moan from her. Wonyoung's tits were topped with tiny pink nipples; her areola wasn't much bigger. Taking her nipple between your forefinger and thumb, you pinch her nipples while massaging her breasts. You both moan from the pleasure you're experiencing. You lean down slightly, kissing Wonyoung. She returns the kiss with enthusiasm, not wanting it to end. While you're kissing her, her hands start to move quickly. Her palm rubs the head of your cock as you both moan into the kiss.

You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm and your hips bucking automatically. Wonyoung feels your cock throbbing and sudden wetness as precum covers her hand. Your precum allows her to stroke your cock at a faster pace. "Wonyoung, I'm going to cum." You say to warn her. She continues to stroke your cock at a quick pace until you cum in her hand. The warm liquid spurts onto her forearm and covers her hand. While you recover, Wonyoung stares at her cum-covered hand, mesmerized by it, before putting up to her mouth and licking it. The salty taste fills her mouth as she licks her hand clean. The sight makes you hard again. "Should we continue?" You ask her.

Wonyoung climbs onto your bed and lays on her back. Her hands go down to her shaven slit, and she spreads her lips for you. Her pink pussy is there for you to take in. "Please," she says, almost like she's pleading with you to do it. "I want you." She says quietly. You climb over her and align yourself with her.

"Are you ready?" You ask before you do the deed. Wonyoung gives you a nod. You press against her entrance and push past her lips. You hear her gasp as you thrust inside her. You plant a kiss on Wonyoung's lips; her arms wrap around you as she keeps you there. Her walls caress your cock as you push deeper inside her. Wonyoung moans into the kiss as you start to move inside her. Your hands grip her legs as you thrust into her. "Wonyoung, you're so tight." You moan into her ear as you thrust. Wonyoung's walls try to keep you inside her, clamping down on your cock. Her moans grow louder at your comments.

"You're so big," she groans. You're pounding her into the bed as you revel in the pleasure. Her legs keep you in place as you split her apart with every thrust. Wonyoung closes her eyes and moans; you watch the beauty before you enjoy herself as sweat begins to cover her body. Her hair becomes more of a mess with every thrust. You cup her cheek, and she opens her eyes; she meets your gaze.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world, Wonyoung. I love you." You groan as the pleasure starts to become too much.

Wonyoung pushes her head up to kiss you. "I love you too." Wonyoung whines as she feels her climax coming. Her walls tighten around you as you continue to thrust.

"I'm going to cum, Wonyoung. Let me go."

"No, I want you to cum inside me. Please." You relent and slam your cock into Wonyoung again. You both shout as you reach your orgasm. Your semen fills Wonyoung. Her leg’s grip on you doesn't loosen; she keeps you in place as her cunt milks you for all of your cum. You watch Wonyoung's face drift into a pure orgasmic state as she feels you fill her womb with cum. After a few minutes, her legs finally release their hold over you. You stay buried inside her for a little longer before pulling out of her. You roll over onto your back, and Wonyoung moves to place her head on your chest. Cum leaks from her pussy onto her thighs as she uses her fingertip to trace something on your chest.

You put your arm around her head and kiss her forehead. "I love you," she says, her eyes trying to remain open as she slowly drifts off to sleep.

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago

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God, I wish you would have thought this through, before I went and fell in love with you

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Summary: Six months ago, you used to be in a throuple with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

Six months ago, they also broke your heart. Then six months later, you’re back in your hometown due to your grandfather’s funeral.

With your ex-boyfriends at your side. Can anything get any worse than this?

Knowing your family, yes.

Yes it can.

Chapter Warnings: We're still chugging along the angst train, folks! It'll be a while before we actually get off. Mentions of a past character death, gossip, Asian family structures, mutual pining, slut-shaming, and a physical fight does occur. Also, Winter is sick and tired of everyone's shit. Let's say a huge thank you to the Winter Soldier, everyone.

Additional Notes: Hello all! I'm so so sorry this chapter's taken me a while. Personal life got in the way, and this chapter got wayyy too far from me. But now, it is here!

Sorry if I crossed anyone out in the taglist, apparently it's not letting me tag. So, I'm sorry about that. Hopefully that'll be fixed up in the next update.

Some Hmong words, just in case for translation, because some words do show up in this chapter:

Yawg- A grandpa from the dad’s side of the family

Pog- A grandma from the dad’s side of the family

Niamtais- A grandma from the mom’s side of the family

Phauj- An aunt from the dad’s side of the family

Any other words that are in italics are for Russian, and bolded is for Hmong, as per usual.

As always, you can also read this chapter on my AO3, here.

Word Count: 8,463

All in all, Steve and Bucky thought that the three of you were going to go back home or something.

Maybe even at your grandparent’s house.

So it definitely surprised them when you drove to WinCo to pick up some flowers and some cleaning supplies, then you drove all the way to a graveyard. You drove through the familiar path, making sure to do that U-turn so you could park right. Once you parked the car, you immediately got out, popping the trunk open with a click of the car keys. Pulling out the mixed bouquet of flowers and the cleaning supplies you had bought, you slammed the trunk closed before walking up the small little hill. Making sure not to step on any graves.

Cause that wasn’t nice.

You knelt in front of a grave.

Steve and Bucky, who had been trailing behind you, knew it was the one.

You were on your knees, fingers grazing over the familiar stone.

“Damn neighbor over there’s raised their gravestone again. God, did they have to do that? She already has two gravestones dedicated to her.”

Looking over, they saw that you were right. Bucky turned his head back a little to the right. There was another gravestone, right next to your dad’s. It was dedicated to the same person.

He blinked.

“Why does she have two gravestones?” Bucky sounded surprised. Maybe even a little shocked. Who needed two gravestones? The idea just sounded stupid.

You just scowled. As you grabbed the mini sweeper and began to sweep away any dirt. You cursed to yourself. But Steve and Bucky, having supersoldier hearing, caught it.

“You forgot the water? It’s in the car. Do you want me to go and get it?” Steve asked. You nodded. Tossing him the keys. Bucky knelt down and helped you sweep the dirt into the little pan before he simply just tossed it aside. When his flesh hand brushed over yours, you stopped.

An electric jolt ran through your body.

The two of you shared a look before you resumed cleaning.

You didn’t want to linger.

That aching feeling in your heart made your heart pound in your chest.

“Here. I got you the water.”

Steve had returned. Giving the water bottle over to you, you quietly thanked him while you cleaned the rest, before putting the new flowers in and putting some water in.

Your work finished, you moved to sit. No longer on your hands and knees.

“He would’ve liked you, you know.”

Steve and Bucky looked at you. You were still looking ahead, looking at your father’s grave.

“When the Accords came out… he read it all. From top to bottom. He and my Uncle Pao got into an argument about it. Burning bridges and stuff like that, you could say. My dad told me over the phone about how bad it was. My Uncle Pao doesn’t like superheroes. He doesn’t like me being with the Avengers either. Says it’s a waste of time and that maybe I should go back to college or some shit like that. Get my degree and stop fighting crime. I stopped going to family functions when I pointed out, kindly, might I add, that if it weren’t for us, the entire planet would’ve been taken over by aliens.” You put emphasis on the word “kindly,” and even rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“But nah- clearly the motherfucker wants to be ruled by aliens, so… I guess agree to disagree.” You just shrugged before you turned your gaze back at the boys, who were sitting side by side with you.

His voice was quiet. “He’s not going to be showing up at the funeral, is he?” Steve asked you.

You just let out a very unladylike snort.

“Oh, Steve. Steven darling. Of course, he’s coming. He’s family. Besides… it’s Yawg. He has to come. He’s the eldest.”

“What’s that mean?” Bucky asked you, curiosity in his voice. “How did you say it… Yawg? Right?”

You had to applaud Bucky for at least trying.

It was cute really, how your other ex was trying to speak your language.

Keyword, of course, being trying.

“He’s my grandpa. From my dad’s side. There’s my Yawg, and then my Pog, grandma from my dad’s side. Pog’s still here. My dad from my mom’s side, we call him Yawgtxiv, and my mom’s mom, we call her Niamtais, they’re still here too. They’re coming to the funeral too. So yay… more people to see, that are probably going to ask me questions… about everything.” You couldn’t help but sigh in frustration.

The last thing you needed right now was your family members asking you anything about anything. You did not want to discuss your work. You did not want to discuss the Avengers. You did not want to discuss whether if not you were going to and quote from Uncle Pao, “Go to college because fighting aliens and saving the world did not pay the bills.”

Most importantly though, you did not want to discuss your love life. Because most likely, your aunts would be curious if you were talking to anyone, dating anyone, or thinking about settling down and having children soon.

Then to put the final cherry on top, your ex-boyfriends had come with you. On this trip back home. To see and meet all of your family members.

They would have better chances with the kids than the older members of your family for sure.

“… most importantly, my aunts are probably going to ask me if—” you got up with a huff, “—if I’m dating anyone, or thinking about settling down. Which uh, no. No thank you. Too busy saving the world, Phauj. No thanks.”

You stomped all the way back down to the car, carrying your cleaning supplies in your hands. Steve and Bucky scrambled after you, hearing your mumbles under your breath. Because of their supersoldier hearing.

“… Like what do you expect my pussy to be? An iPussy Cloud? Please!” you uttered underneath your breath, unhappily grumbling to yourself about the troubles of having a vagina. Steve and Bucky followed behind you, exchanging looks of confusion. Once the three of you reached the car and you had plopped the cleaning supplies in the trunk, you slammed it shut. Making Bucky jerk up at the noise.

“Sorry,” your muttered apology was swift because you had gotten antsy.

You knew how much loud noises bothered him. You sent him an apologetic look before making your way to the driver’s seat, blowing a piece of hair that had gotten in your face away.

As soon as you heard Steve and Bucky clamor in the backseat, you scowled deeply.

You had bigger fish to fry now.

A few weeks later, on the First Day of the Funeral, very early that morning…

When it hit six o’clock on the dot, your alarm blared your ringtone.

A deep groan came from you. From where Steve and Bucky were on the floor in your bedroom, they saw you shift.

“… Five more minutes,” came your sleepy groan. You promptly turned over, ready to smack the snooze button. After smacking the snooze button, you turned right on your back as if nothing had ever happened and were fully prepared to go back to your lovely dreamland until you heard a ping.

You groaned again. Turning back over on your side, you unplugged your phone.

It was a text from your mom.

I heard you wake up.

Get up.

Now.

Steve heard you groan deeply again.

Why had you set your alarm to six o’clock again?

You shifted around.

You felt so gross.

Ah.

Right.

It was because you needed to shower.

Another groan left you as you willed, nay, force yourself to get up. And thus, Steve and Bucky were met with the lovely view of your naked front. Now up from your bed, you walked over and managed to turn on the little lamp. Illuminating the room in a soft, golden light that filled the room. The boys were also graced with the lovely view of your backside too.

And it was a very nice view. Steve and Bucky could be witnesses on that backside.

Turning around you just looked at them.

“I need to shower.” You announced, grabbing your funeral clothes. You knew that your Phauj would have the flower pins on hand and that she would be handing them out to the main family once everyone got to the venue.

Everyone would be there.

Everyone.

Your uncle and his wife had driven from up north and were staying at your Pog’s house. He was the oldest in the family. You had never really been fond of your Uncle Pao. He was… well, complicated. Your dad’s side of the family was definitely more dramatic and messy than your mother’s side. Your mother’s side looked like paradise compared to your dad’s side.

Your dad’s side of the family with their drama could easily get at least fifteen seasons on TLC. Point blank period. Maybe you’d even suggest the idea. You were thinking of entertaining the idea.

Well, until you saw that Steve and Bucky were still staring at you. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

You heard at least one of them snicker.

You were so sure it had been Bucky. The little shit.

“No. I’m taking a shower. Don’t- stop laughing at me,” you huffed at the two of them, walking towards your door and opening it quietly, so as to not disturb the people who were currently still sleeping.

Seeing that no one was currently in the bathroom, you heaved a sigh of relief and slipped into the bathroom, quietly locking the door behind you. Putting your clothes neatly on the bathroom counter, you gripped the sides of the counter so tightly your knuckles turned white.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

This was going to be a long day.

“… So, how many donuts are we buying again?”

In the driver’s seat, was you. Your hair had been curled inwards. They were definitely bouncy and fancy. You were feeling your princess curls very much.

Your dress on the other hand, not so much.

You were on a diet. Only a diet could squeeze into this tight dress. It was long, but not too long. Not short enough to make one of your Christian Aunts to clutch her pearls, no. It went down right below your knees, and the fabric was silky. The silver bracelet that you had found in your old jewelry collection was secured on your wrist.

With the makeup you had carefully put on earlier, complete with your blood red lipstick, you looked at Bucky through the front mirror.

You were at a red light.

It was fine.

Bucky and Steve were dressed in a black button-down shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes that they had shined last night. They were both in the backseat because once the three of you had gotten into the rental car, you had yeeted your purse right in the passenger’s seat.

They were not about to fuck with that.

“My mom said about… maybe twelve dozen? Something like that. But then we gotta buy some more soda before lunch starts. Lunch is gonna start at twelve. So we need to hit the road to WinCo. It should be at least ten minutes if we go on the freeway. We’ll be in and out in a jiffy.” You saw the light turn green.

You stepped on the gas.

“Hey! Can you get me that cart? Yeah, the one with the wheels!”

You had tried.

Boy, you had tried.

Bucky and Steve were rocking five stacks of doughnut boxes. Holding them together in a medium-ish tower like it was nothing. Like it was a piece of cake. You, however, were rocking only three.

It was truly sad.

You were a freaking Avenger, for fucks sake! You lifted weights heavier than these freaking boxes!

You were never going to live this one down from Sam. You just knew he was going to tease you once you, Bucky, and Steve got back to the Compound.

One of the women who were already there came with the trolley cart.

Yes! Success!

Quickly thanking her in hushed Hmong, you put the boxes down. Going back to the car and putting more in, you pushed the cart into the entrance door that was in the main chapel area of the funeral home.

The blue pews. The big drum at the front. The empty spot upfront, where Yawg’s coffin would be.

It brought back memories. You could imagine people around again, hearing the familiar hushed chatter. Almost like you were going back in time. You could see a younger you, sitting up at the front, bawling your eyes out.

Almost like it was just yesterday.

“… doll? You okay?”

You snapped out of it.

Bucky had noticed you spacing out. Steve had been rushed to the main area where people ate, and the kitchen was on the left of the main entrance of the funeral home.

Doll.

You hadn’t been called that in so long. The way Bucky called you by that familiar nickname… so causally… it nearly made your eyes burn.

God, did you need coffee and a doughnut.

“Y-Yeah,” you swallowed thickly. A little nervously too. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

Bucky wasn’t buying it.

Not one bit.

However, he nodded his head.

He would let it slide.

For now.

After all the donuts were carefully cut in half and placed back in the pink boxes and put with the coffee and tea, you had been in the kitchen, observing everything with your aunts. Aunts, cousins, sisters, nieces, granddaughters— anyone who was a part of the Yang family was here. In the kitchen.

“I noticed you brought Captain America and his friend here today.”

Your Phauj Es was stirring the Qhuaj Piaj in the huge pot. Later, once it was done in a few minutes, you were going to help ladle the thick noodle chicken soup into the Styrofoam cups.

The smell was wafting up towards your nose already.

You had already munched on four of the Hmong sweet bread that you had bought along with the donuts. And you already had a cup of strong coffee.

It was Folgers, so you really doubted it was going to be strong anyway. It tasted bad, but you always put a shit ton of sugar and creamer so it tasted decent, at least.

“Oh…” you sounded really awkward, “Yeah… they asked to come along.”

“Are you dating?”

The question nearly threw you into a loop.

“U-Um…”

Es stirred the pot. It was getting there. A few more minutes should do it. Satisfied, she turned the ladle around so the handle would be leaning on the side of the pot. Then, she turned to look at you.

“Well… we used to date. Up until six months ago.” You confessed. Your Phauj Es just pursed her lips.

“Hmm… was it a mutual breakup? Because based on the look on your face, I clearly doubt that. And I doubt they don’t love you anymore. I saw the way they were looking at you this morning. That does not scream, she is my ex in my eyes. I thought the almighty Captain America would be smarter. And for someone who used to be the deadliest assassin in history, that Barnes boy is not smart. Your mom should ask around for any eligible bachelors.”

“Phauj!” You sounded very scandalized. Es just rolled her eyes.

“He’s older than you! Both of them are! They’re ancient artifacts!” You hissed at her as you wiped your hands on the plastic apron you had put on. Es just waved that away.

“Oh, please. You deserve to be happy. What could they ever give you, huh?”

You were very embarrassed, to say the least. Or the very most.

“I mean… the sex is pretty great. Well, at least it used to be.” You shrugged. Since the Qhuab Piaj was done, you began to ladle it into the cups. Putting it on the trolley cart, so you could put it on the long table. Someone had already put the condiments and sauces on the table already.

“Oh, yes. I saw them this morning. They are very big. Quite large. I don’t know how you do it, but I salute you for getting them to fit. Did you take them at the same time? One at a time?”

A noise deep in your throat came from you.

“I’m not discussing that information with you.”

“Oh?” Your Phauj Es cocked her head to the side in consideration. A look of surprise was on her face. “So it’s that good then, huh?”

You ignored her. Continuing to ladle the thick soup into the cups, as if you hadn’t even heard her.

Your Phauj Es cackled.

With Steve and Bucky…

Out of all the things the boys had been expecting, it was not to be hearing so much of your mother tongue around. Being around you so much, they had picked up things here and there. Phrases. They weren’t skilled nor fluent enough to carry a conversation though.

Steve hadn’t carried a casket in a funeral home since Peggy’s funeral. Steve had been towards the back, on the left. Bucky was more up in the front, on the right.

Since Steve was on the left, he saw that the women were on the left side, and the men were on the right side. He saw kids, young adults, older adults, mothers, sisters, cousins.

You were at the front.

Of course you were at the front.

You were immediate family.

Grace had somehow found you as you had been walking out of the women’s bathroom that was right next to the kitchen on the right side of the front entrance. She had jumped into your arms, a happy expression on her face. She had told you how much she missed you and how it had been torture, being in her wheelchair for a month. Apparently, she had to learn a new way to shower.

According to her parents, she had been in a wheelchair for a month. Just last week, she had gotten her cast off. Your niece kept a strong grip on your hand as the two of you stood there.

You couldn’t help it.

Your eyes found Steve’s first. He turned to look at you once one of your uncles had said the casket was secure. However, he didn’t have long to look at you because people who were in line in the back started walking up to the front. Steve and Bucky made way for the mourning family members as your sister ushered her daughter from you.

“Let her see,” Bucky heard your sister say to Grace, who looked mildly disturbed at the fact that she had been taken away from her favorite Auntie.

Gazing into the glass that covered the opened casket, your hands trembled.

It was the first thing the boys noticed. Picked on.

They knew what that meant.

You had started crying so hard, tears rolling down your face, sobs coming out of your throat, the whole shebang that you didn’t notice Steve and Bucky coming from behind you, pulling your back against their fronts.

Thank frigging Jesus Christ on a flipping stick that you had worn waterproof mascara today. You would’ve looked like a raccoon in front of all of your family members and extended family, and you weren’t ready to try and sneak into the women’s bathroom just to touch it up.

Eventually, Bucky and Steve pulled you back out of the crowd that surrounded the coffin, back to the pews. Since you were immediate family, you sat at the front.

Bucky glowered at everyone who was sending weird looks towards your way. Steve’s hand was drawing circles on your back as you were openly sobbing.

Steve and Bucky didn’t let go.

Not for a long time.

Later that night at the funeral home, around nine PM…

“Auntie! Are you coming back tomorrow?”

Grace was happily bouncing as she was being held in her father’s arms. She peeked out from behind his shoulder, looking at you with wide eyes.

You let out a chuckle. “Course I am Gracie. I’m family.” Her eyes brightened. “Are Mr. Steve and Mr. Bucky coming back tomorrow too?” She asked curiously. She was even giving the puppy eyes.

You never got to give her an answer because someone called your name.

Steve and Bucky both looked at you.

“Who was that?” asked Bucky. “One of my cousins.” You fished around in your purse, getting the car keys and handing them to him. “Go to the car. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Okay,” Bucky’s voice was gentle as you turned around, moving through the crowd of people walking to the doors to go out to the parking lot, back to where some of the aunts and cousins were chopping up some of the leftover meat. The sounds of the cleaver coming down onto the thick wooden cutting board alerted your ears.

Your cousin Jasmine was chopping up the meat. She was your Uncle Toong’s eldest daughter. Her wavy hair was tied up and she was wearing latex gloves.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re here. Dude, Uncle Pao just left.” Jasmine whispered to you. “Good riddance,” your response was snarky.

Maybe it came out a little bitchy, but who could blame you?

“He went back to wherever he’s staying?” At Jasmine’s nod, you breathed out a sigh of relief. You had been lodged up in the kitchen all day. Successfully avoiding most of your relatives.

“Girl, they know.”

Your eyebrows raised. Both of them. In alarm. An alarmed expression even crossed its way onto your face. “What are you talking about? They know what?” you hissed.

“About you. You and those beefy, probably big dicked supersoldiers you invited to Grandpa’s funeral. Hey, speaking of dicks, is it true that everything’s enhanced? Do you take them at the same time? Or one by one?” Jasmine fired off questions like you were at your first job interview.

Your alarmed expression morphed into one of annoyance.

“I’m not disclosing that info with you.”

“Oh?” Jasmine, if she hadn’t already looked interested, was very interested now. “So you do take them at the same time? I applaud you. That gotta be like… what… eight inches? Their girths must be hella long…” Jasmine trailed off, and you mentally agreed with her. You wouldn’t voice your agreement out loud, no. No way in hell. But she was right.

“We’re getting off topic,” you steered the discussion back. “What are you saying, they know about the three of us?”

“Oh, so you are dating them?”

“No!” You interjected. “II mean… I used to. We’re not dating anymore.”

Jasmine just gave you a deadpan look.

You had answered way too quickly for her liking.

It was far too quick.

“Wow. Cause it looked really different today. They followed you around like lost puppies. Are you sure the three of you aren’t dating? Why did you guys break up anyway?” questioned Jasmine. You heaved out a sigh. Grabbing a nearby Coke, you opened it and took a broad sip. “They told me they wanted to take the next step in the relationship together. But without me.”

“Huh?”

Jasmine looked perplexed. Bewildered. “The fuck does that mean?” She exclaimed. Maybe a little too loud, because some people shot her weird looks. Unaffected, she went on. “What does that even mean?” Dumbfounded, she looked at you for answers.

“I don’t know,” you just shrugged it off. “I don’t know what goes on in their brains, cous. It’s whatever. They’re happy together. That’s…” You swallowed thickly, feeling your emotions slowly bubble up to the surface. “That’s what matters, okay?”

She wasn’t buying it.

Like, at all.

However, unlike Bucky, she did not let it slide.

Rolling her eyes at the stupidness in front of her, she smacked the cleaver down on the wooden cutting board so loud it made you jump. You almost shrieked in surprise too.

“Girl. Just talk to them. Stop being dumb. You’re an Avenger! A fucking Avenger! You defeated Loki! Who’s really hot, by the way, could you get me his number?” Jasmine asked.

“No!” You were horrified. “Killjoy,” Jasmine bitterly muttered to herself.

“Just talk to them. But after the funeral. Shit, we got real off topic. Um, so basically, Uncle Pao knows. He's been talking shit about you all day. I’m pretty sure everyone knows about it now.”

If you could, you saw red. Pure, unfiltered red.

Your mood had completely soured.

You really wished you had a weapon about now. You stomped into the house, marching down the little hallway and making a sharp left turn for your bedroom, shoving your door open and throwing your purse on your table. You swore under your breath as you yanked off your pumps, turning to walk to your closet and opening it, putting your shoes away.

The boys watched with befuddled expressions as you flopped onto your bed, still in your funeral clothes. They heard some of the family members who were staying in the house because of the funeral still talking in the living room.

You barely had registered one of the boys closing your bedroom door before all of the events of today hit you like a freight train. Bursting out crying, your lips wobbled and trembled. Tears blurred your vision as your bedroom light became nothing but an orb.

“I thought it would be fine, coming here with the two of you. I told myself the day before we got on that stupid plane that everything would be fine, I’d see my family members, mourn my grandpa, and then come back home, and then I’d be able to just ignore you two like I’ve been doing. Busying myself with work, or making up shitty fucking excuses so I don’t have to see you.”

You took in a deep breath. Your entire body shuddered.

“I should hate you. Both of you. Goddamn it, I fucking should.”

Shutting your eyes tight, so tight that tears continuously leaked out of your eyes and down your face, your entire body shuddered.

“I’m not a fucking mind reader.” You had opened your eyes, looking at the two of them head on. You reached behind your back to find the zipper. Upon reaching it, you pulled your zipper down. Stepping out of your dress, leaving you in nothing but your strapless bra and panties. Your gaze was still on Steve and Bucky though.

“So instead of me wallowing in self-pity and wondering if I should just melt into a puddle when I take a shower listening to Taylor Swift music,” you did not miss the slightly weirded-out looks that they gave you.

Which was weird.

Scott was a Swiftie. Surely he had shown the two of them, or at least Steve, Taylor Swift?

By the looks on their faces, no.

No, he hadn’t.

You were totally making a PowerPoint presentation on why Taylor Swift ruled the world.

After you listened to her new album and cried over it, of course. All Too Well (Taylor’s Version) was a total bop and you were ready to bop and worship the altar that was Taylor Swift when you got back on the plane to New York.

“… I wasn’t enough, was I?”

That took Steve and Bucky completely by surprise. They both looked like someone had slapped them good.

“I-what? No, you weren’t-” Steve’s protest fell on deaf ears.

You let out a bitter laugh. A humorless one.

“Then why break up with me then?”

And there it was.

The million dollar question.

“You’re young.”

A sniff came from you.

“You’re young, and we’re old Doll. We might look young, but we’re old. Your aunt practically said it herself, we’re not smart.” Steve said.

You let out a very unladylike snort. One that would probably make your mother glower at you. And then you shook your head in disbelief.

You truly could not believe it.

Because yes, you knew that Steve and Bucky were from the forties. Things were different back then. Things now would have been horrifying to someone like Steve and Bucky, who were more used to an iron gripped society. Cookie-cutter society.

Like openly expressing your sexuality. Back then, a man and a man dating would have been taboo. Unheard of. Throwing a woman into the mix? Forget it. In this day and age though? Nobody gave a shit. Nobody cared.

“I didn’t care that you two were old. I didn’t care that you two were literally fuckin’ fossils. I didn’t care about that.”

The three of you heard soft footsteps at your door. Someone knocked. Realizing you were still scarcely dressed, you picked your dress up, zipping it back up.

“Come in!”

Grace’s soft mumbles of “why can’t I open this door,” and another mumble of “stupid doors” before she actually got the door open with a grunt.

“Auntie!”

She was overjoyed to see you. Squealing happily, the child ran into your opened arms. She shrieked in delight as you picked her up, putting her on your bed.

“Momma needs to use the washer and dryer,” Grace said shyly. “Did the washer and dryer break or something?” You inquired as you walked to your suitcase, unzipping it so you could get your sleeping clothes. “Uh-huh,” Grace nodded, “It broke a few days ago. But mommy’s been busy.”

“That’s okay. I’m gonna go shower. Steve and Bucky will keep you company, okay? Just try to keep your questions nice. No inappropriate questions.” You teased her lightly, making her snicker.

“… Do you two like my Auntie?”

It had been a few minutes after you had hopped into the shower. With their enhanced hearing, Steve and Bucky could hear your shower going on.

“Depends on whatcha mean by like. Grace, right?” Steve started the conversation. Grace nodded. Bucky shifted around, flexing his metal hand. Stretching it, almost.

“Are you two in love with my Auntie?”

Bucky choked on thin air. Really, it should have been considered a life skill. Art, really.

Bucky wheezed. “A-Ah… well, kiddo…” Bucky coughed. Steve smacked his back to help him breathe. Grace looked down at her hands.

“Cause I like this boy. But I don’t think he likes me.”

That caught Steve and Bucky’s attention. “But you’re only ten. You shouldn’t be focused on getting a boyfriend yet,” Steve frowned a little. “I told him I liked him the same way my Auntie like Captain America and the White Wolf. That I wanna have somebody who looks at my Auntie the same way she told me you guys looked at her. Nobody’s ever looked at her like that.”

Your shower roared on as Steve and Bucky paused. “I know what a breakup looks like, Mister Steve and Bucky,” Grace continued on. “I remember my cousin crying because her boyfriend was crappy. He kissed another girl. So she keyed his car. He couldn’t get his keys.” Grace giggled a little at that.

Thank frigging God you hadn’t keyed their keys to their motorcycles.

… Did you? Did you key their motorcycles?

They wouldn’t put it past you if you did.

Did you even have your motorcycle license then?

“… and then she slashed his tires.”

… Yup, they were definitely on borderline worried now.

… But, good on Grace’s cousin on getting revenge. Good on her.

“… but I heard my Niamtais telling my mom that Auntie was crying a lot. She does that a lot. She cries a lot and shuts people out because she doesn’t like anyone seeing how sad she is. She doesn’t wanna have people see when she’s sad.”

That definitely sounded like you.

It sounded like something you would do.

Grace stood up from your bed. There was a squeaking noise as Grace let out a huff. “I keep telling Niamtais to fix the headboard! It’s so squeaky! It sounds like someone’s having sex whenever someone tries to move on it! And I would know! I slept in Auntie’s room once! One time! It was soooo squeaky! It was so annoying! Ugh!”

“Mom still hasn’t fixed it, huh?”

Grace nearly shrieked. You were standing at the door, fully dressed. Your hair was damp. Your hands were holding onto your funeral clothes and you quite tiredly just threw them in your opened suitcase.

“No!”

Grace wasn’t happy.

It had been years!

Years!

It had been years and her niamtais still hadn’t fixed the damn headboard.

Your amused chuckles filled her ears as Grace continued to huff in irritation. She crossed her arms against her chest as you walked over to her, guiding your young niece back onto your bed.

Your bed squeaked. Which led to you inhaling a deep breath.

“You’re going to ask your mom to fix that headboard, aren’t you?”

Steve was smirking at you. You didn’t even need to look up to see if the blond Super Soldier was being a little shit or not.

“Eat shit, Steve.”

The next day of the Second Day, that late afternoon…

Steve and Bucky were not amused.

Not one bit.

As Bucky opened the beer can, taking a sip, knowing full well that he couldn’t get drunk for shit— his lip curled upwards into what looked to be the beginnings of a snarl.

Maybe even a growl.

Elsewhere all around them, everyone was either in their own little spaces, socializing, or— they were going in and out of the kitchen. Loud Hmong became white noise as Bucky began tuning it out.

People had started getting up and throwing away their empty plates of food as you plopped back into your chair with your affirmed second plate of food. Rice, bamboo soup, boiled pork, and greens covered your plate as you opened your can of soda. Taking a sip, you ignored all of the conversations around you as you dug into your food.

You had managed to nab a piece of your greens into your mouth before Steve had leaned over, his breath tickling the side of your neck. Making shivers run down your spine.

“Your family’s starin’ at us.”

Chewing on your piece of greens and swallowing it down. “I think they’re just starin’ at you and Buck. They’re probably wondering how the hell I managed to get with two beefy supersoldiers. Or maybe they’re gossipin’ about how tiny I am sandwiched between the two of you.”

“You told them we’re still together?” Bucky’s voice was heard lowly on your right.

Ignoring the pang in your heart, you shook your head no.

“Only people who I told was my aunt and my cousin. Because I know they’re not gonna blab their mouths off to the rest of the family.”

“And before you ask—“ you interjected because you just knew one of them was going to open their mouths to speak. “—No. I told them we aren’t together anymore. So whatever bullshit my Uncle Pao tries spewing in your faces about the three of us being together is shit and the two of you know it. So don’t make that face.”

“What face?” Steve rebuked. Irritatedly, you shot him a look.

“Oh, don’t you two dare look at me like that, you idiots.” You snapped back. “You’re the ones who broke up with me. You made your beds. Lie in it.”

At the aforementioned forbidden topic of discussion, Steve and Bucky immediately shut their mouths. Allowing you to enjoy your second plate of food in peace while you occasionally sipped at your soda.

Peace and quiet never felt so nice.

It had been peaceful, up until later that night.

Your mother had told you, right before you had been ready to get into your car with Steve and Bucky that she was going to stop by your Pog’s house, to count the money.

Which meant, obviously, you had to tag along.

And you had been looking forward to crashing on your bed after taking off your full face of makeup and a nice, hot shower. Hot enough for a dragon to bathe in it, at least.

Yup.

Oh yeah.

You were one of those people.

Hot showers were just the best! So what if they were hot? So what, if the first time Steve and Bucky had screeched on the top of their lungs when they had joined you in a joint shower?

“What the hell, Doll? Why is it so fucking hot?!” Steve had exclaimed loudly.

“Are you a dragon?” Bucky added, horrified.

Meanwhile, you had nearly fallen to the floor because you had been laughing so hard.

Just the thought made a small smile appear on your face as you drove down the freeway.

The boys had caught your look.

“Whatcha smiling bout?” Steve questioned. You let out a soft snort. “Remember the first time we shared a shower together?”

Looking at Steve and Bucky’s horrified faces made you cackle as you turned on your signal, moving to the left lane up the ramp.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing— we nearly died that night, we’ll have you know,” Steve huffed at you. You snorted too. “Oh sure,” your tone was dry as you turned left. Pulling into the middle lane to go straight. “You two are freaking supersoldiers, Steven. You two survived being chucked in freezers. You can survive a hot ass shower.”

Steve and Bucky’s grumbles were what met you as you continued to drive.

When you reached the little neighborhood, it seemed everyone was already here.

“Well, the sooner we get through this, the better.” you sighed.

“Come on— I don’t think it’ll take long.”

So— it was shorter than you thought.

As soon as the three of you had walked through the door, there was already yelling.

“… I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT?”

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!”

“ME? I’M THE ASSHOLE? OH, THAT’S RICH, COMING FROM YOU—“

“Uh… is this the right time?” Steve spoke awkwardly.

“… No…” You replied lowly.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky agreed with you. He was even inclined to nod his head.

When your Uncle Pao realized that the three of you were at the door, he pointed a finger at you too. You sent him a bewildered look.

However, that was before he opened his mouth and started shouting at you too.

“How dare you?!”

You blinked in confusion.

How… dare… what?

So naturally, the only thing that came out of your mouth was, “… Huh?”

“… bringing these white ass Karens over here without even an invite! What did they do, huh? I can’t believe you were in the kitchen all day instead of being at the front with grandma!” Your uncle screeched in your face.

Which left you perplexed.

Steve and Bucky just looked offended to even be called Karens.

“Why is he insulting Karen Smith like that?” Bucky spoke in astonishment.

“I don’t even look like a Karen. You don’t see me going up to people and asking them if I can see their manager.” huffed Steve. Clearly looking very offended.

You just let out a snort.

If Steve and Bucky hadn’t been Avengers, you would have totally suggested that they become stand-up comedians or some shit like that. They had the potential.

Sometimes, you just forgot how much of a shit Steve and Bucky could be.

Steve, more. Bucky just encouraged his behavior.

What an enabler.

You were taken aback.

“… Calm down,” you heard one of your uncles grumble. “They helped carry things in. Do you think they know how to speak our language fluently? If anything, it’s good that they came to support us.”

No. No, they did not know how to speak Hmong fluently.

“They’re supersoldiers,” came another one of your uncle’s voices. “… we should just be happy that they helped bring the stuff inside. They did the heavy lifting for us. And the donuts. I doubt she could have carried all of those boxes by herself.”

A teasing look was sent your way. You just rolled your eyes in a good-natured kinda way towards him.

“I would’ve sufficed with the cart,” you huffed.

“Sure you would have,” one of your aunts snickered. A noise of offense came from you. “I sure would have!” you shouted defensively.

“The cart was very small. I don’t know if she could push it,” Steve snickered to Bucky. “It might be too heavy for her to push. Especially with all of those boxes of donuts.” Bucky nodded, a teasing smile on his face. You turned to look at them, a clear look of betrayal on your face.

“Stop making fun of me! You’re both terrible!” You whined, even stomping your feet like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. “Oh, now she’s throwing a fit,” Steve stage-whispered to Bucky as if you weren’t even present.

You were still pouting.

“I swear to god Steven!”

Your mother was watching as you bickered with the two beefy supersoldiers in a language she heard once or twice. She knew it was Russian. But what threw her off was how fluent you were. Because yeah, your high school hadn’t offered Russian as a World Language. It had been Spanish, French, and Hmong. Not Russian.

So where the hell had you learned Russian?

“… calm down you,” Bucky had put his hand on your head, making you stop. You nearly shrieked at him. “Terrible. Awful. Both of you. I hope someone yeets Steve’s dinner plate towards both of your legs.” you huffed at them.

“It’s a shield.” Steve’s response was catty.

“Oh puh-lease,” you scoffed. “It’s a dinner plate, and you know it, Rogers.”

“Shield.”

“Dinner plate.”

“Shield.”

“Dinner plate.

“Shield.”

“Dinner plate—“

“Both of you. Please stop.” Bucky growled a little.

“Dinner plate.” You snipped to Steve.

“Shield.” was all he snarled back to you. The two of you ended up having some sort of staring contest before your mother cleared her throat.

“Are you two finished?”

Scowling as you turned to Steve, “This isn’t over.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

Little shithead.

Turning to your aunt and uncle, you told them in a grumbling tone. “I would have totally been able to carry all of those donuts. I’m a damn Avenger, for fucks sake. I’ve fought aliens. What kinda superhero would I be if I couldn’t carry donuts?”

“Well, most of you do go out there wearing spandex.” Your aunt remarked. “It’s a fashion statement,” you retorted. “I’m just happy none of the women on the team go out there wearing heels or corsets. But you should bring heels as a last resort weapon. They do very good damage.”

You nodded along with your aunt’s wisdom. Heels were very good for throwing. “Maybe Natasha can teach me. Oooh, we could make it a mandatory class at the Compound when we get back.” Your suggestion didn’t fly by either Steve or Bucky, because then Steve pointed out, “Natasha’s already teaching the self defense classes when we get back, remember?”

You expressed a groan. You even wanted to bang your head on the table. “Noooo, you’re right,” your tone of despair was met with Bucky’s low snicker. “Shut up Jimmy,” you huffed at him. “Maybe I can rope Darcy into helping me?” you suggested. “No,” Steve replied yet again. “Darcy’s busy looking at that stupid Space Egg Thor and Loki brought to the Compound before we came here, remember?”

This time, you really did bang your head on the table.

“Stupid fucking Space Egg! First, they tell us it’s a Space Rock, and then it turns out, noooo! It’s motherfucking Space Egg! An Egg! What the fuck is it? A parasite? Why couldn’t they have kept that shit on Asgard? Why did they have to bring it to Earth? I have better things to do than do all that fucking paperwork on a stupid Space Egg. When they come back, I’m giving them a piece of my mind. You hear me, boys? A piece of my mind!”

Someone sweat dropped.

“A… Space… Egg?” One of your aunts said slowly. “Yes!” You shrieked. “It’s purple! And it glows! I even have a picture of it!” To prove your point, you pulled out your phone, opening up your photo gallery to show your aunt.

“You know Thor and Loki? Are they single?” One of your other aunts inquired coyly. A look of pure horror was sent her way. “You wanna deal with those Shakespeare dudes? And no, they’re not single. Thor is dating Bruce Banner. Loki is dating Darcy Lewis.”

“Damn,” your aunt cursed. “You think they’re a catch, huh? Personally, I like Thor with his shorter hair, but that’s just me….” you trailed off as you finally found the picture, pulling it up.

“Oh wow,” your aunt was surprised. “It really does glow! Have you found out why they wanted you guys to look at it yet?” your other aunt asked. You shook your head. “No. But Bruce is studying it. So far, we haven’t made much progress. It’s taking up most of our time. Believe it or not, we haven’t been going on missions all that much lately. Well, except for Captain Dinner Plate and Wiener Soldier over there.” You jerked your head in Steve and Bucky’s directions, ignoring their shouts of protest. “… they went on a mission a couple of months ago.”

“Maybe supervillains like the holidays too?” One of your aunts suggested. You shrugged. “Maybe? I dunno how supervillains work. I’m just the weapons and arson girl. Tony had me look over a bomb he was making in his lab. You’d think that bombs are more his thing. But since Stark Industries changed to creating just pure energy a while back, apparently I’m the bomb expert now.” You let out a sigh as you shut your phone off, putting it back into your purse.

“… I keep telling you to quit that superhero stuff! I told you to go to college, and then what do you do? You don’t listen to me!”

You were so so ready to smack your Uncle Pao across the face.

“And I told you it’s my job! I do this for a living! I like my job! I get paid well enough! I have a place to live! I save the world on a daily basis, which is so much more than what you can fucking say! Have you ever fought aliens Uncle Pao? I don’t fucking think so!” You retaliated.

Steve could see out of the corner of his eye, Bucky’s hand twitch. “No,” he murmured low enough so only the brunet could hear. “Don’t.”

Bucky continued to flex his hand, almost as if you were bouncing your leg up and down because you were too excited. A nervous tick.

“… and I told you to sign those Accords! But what did you do? You said no!” he screamed at you.

“Because they’re a human rights violation! They go against my own fucking Constitutional Rights! What part of ‘they go against my own Constitutional Rights’ do you not fucking understand?” You screamed back.

As you and your uncle continued to bicker, Bucky found himself growing restless. Winter was looming inside of him as if he were a mere animal ready to be freed from his cage.

Winter had not appreciated the words that your uncle was spitting at you, and he was pretty sure, any second now— that your uncle would say something outlandish and he would unfortunately, have to make a guest appearance.

“… And not to mention, you bring those two damn Avengers here! Why? Why would you bring your boyfriends here? They know nothing about us! Or are you just bringing them just to have someone to whore around with?!”

It was at that moment, your Uncle Pao realized, that he had definitely, most definitely— had fucked up.

Because all of a sudden, you were coming at him.

Like actually lunging for him.

You thanked every star in the freaking universe that you had actually gone to Natasha’s self defense classes in the past because if you hadn’t, you probably would have been a goner by now.

Shoving him down onto the floor as if he was just one of the aliens you fought a on regular basis, you reared your hand into a fist and immediately started punching the shit out of him.

You might have heard someone scream.

You might have.

You probably did.

Everything around you had faded to a mere white noise as you continued to take your frustrations out.

You never really did know how many punches you had gotten on him before someone was pulling you off of him. You had begun screaming. If it was in English, Hmong, or Russian— you didn’t know.

All you really knew was you still were still angry.

Extremely angry.

“Let go of me!” You shouted angrily. “I’m not finished yet!” You struggled to get out of the harsh grip you were currently stuck in, squirming and trying to get off, but to no avail.

“That’s enough.”

Such words made you pause.

This was a lower voice. Much lower. Deeper.

Turning around, you knew exactly who had gotten you off.

It was Bucky.

But… it wasn’t Bucky.

It was Winter, more like.

Winter had gotten you off of your uncle.

You still squirmed and shouted, even as Winter barked at Steve to “get his damn shoes on because we were leaving.” Steve apologized for the scene, and the three of you left the house, your shouts still being heard. Even through the front door.

“… let me back in!”

“… I wasn’t finished yet!”

“… he needs to learn a fucking lesson, Sasha!”

“Steve? Steve? Back me up here! Steve? Steve?!”

Winter put you in the backseat as you squirmed, still clearly looking for a fight. He clipped the seat belt on you as he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“I get that you’re angry. But you causing a scene isn’t going to be good for anyone. I want no more complaining from you, do you understand? Be a good girl, do you understand? I want no more arguing from you. We’re going to go home, and the three of us are going to shower. Together. I’m sick of tired of the three of you acting like children.”

And then he slammed the door in your face, climbing into the driver’s seat. Taking the car keys out of his pocket, he turned the engine on.

When the fuck did he grab a hold of your keys?

You didn’t have a chance to respond, because as soon as the car was warmed up, Winter began driving.

Silencing all and any thought, or protest you might have just had.

Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44, @bxnnywriting, @hawsx3

#stucky x reader #stucky x asian!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x asian!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x asian!reader

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bnbc · 3 years ago

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thank you so much @miss--river for tagging me 💙💙💙

Name Meaning Game

RULES: Search and post the meaning of your OCs’ names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! Bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Kou Lin Mendez (also known as Kou Okada)

so, if you search Kou's name you can see something like this

what a variaty, huh? I even dedicated a fic to it xD

well, in this house we stuck with a meaning 'happiness' cuz when I gave her this name I genuenely had no idea of other options.

actually the way I named her was quite a disaster 'cuz I never planned to create any headcanons for V, even despite the fact I started to write a big fic, she was supposed to stay just a default street kid with some ties to valentino (she had their tattoo after all!) but i found out pretty soon that you can't go far with default V

so I was in desperate need of some of her backstory, and ofc in name, cuz the only thing I knew I WAS NOT 'VALERIE' just nope it was bouncing of her half latina half asian ass xD

ah yes, for those who never meet Kou in the body she was born, here is the maximum meat version of her:

so, I was struggling untill the day 'koulin" popped up in my head, and in first i was FFS BRAIN WHAT KIND OF NAME IS IT YOU MADE IT UP WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH IT but later i separated it to "Kou" (of japanese origin) and "Lin" (of chinese origin, could mean 'forest' or 'gem' according to the interent) and came up with a story that her mom didnt really knew herself who of her lovers was her baby's dad

and I was really exited about "Kou" 'cuz I have a thing for naming characters who go through a lot of the shit after happiness xDDD and this name is kinda special to me 'cuz it's double stolen (long story short, I borrowed it from another character, and the guy who created this charatecter named him after a guy from one of Persona games)

surname has no special meaning but it has a lil story behind too!

first I wanted to give her some really generic surname to underline that she is nothig special, just another kid born to die on NC's streets but this generic surname followed "Valerie" lmao xD

so I opened a list of hispanic surnames (cuz she took it from her latina mom) but nothing spoken to me. then I recalled my very first OC in the cyberpunk 2020 universe, ex-cartel soldier, Tesa Mendez and was like AFTER ALL WHY NOT WHY SHOULDNT I MAKE MY OCS RELATED so they are distant cousings now xD

she goes with Okada in her post-canon life 'cuz... well... she isnt related to Wako by blood, and it'll take another long post to explain why Wako allowed her to use this surname (or you can read how it happend here)

tagging @vvizjer @wanderingaldecaldo @cybervesna @fereldanwench @dreamskug @nananarc no pressure and sorry if you were tagged already!

#tag game #god i loved this one #oc koulin #cyberpunk 2077 #fem v #gigilpunk

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yemilnisu · 4 years ago

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INCORRECT HAIKYUU QUOTES FROM BUZZFEED UNSOLVED PT. 2

nisu entries:

a part two because i said so 🥴 i really enjoy these and you guys seems to enjoy it too i assume 💀 and i may or may not have a part 3 in my drafts ksksks

warning: swearing

「part 1」

Kenma: i don’t think anybody wants to spend any time here (earth)

Kuroo: that! so they (aliens) just blow it up.

Kenma: oh. *shrugs* if that happens, who cares?

Kuroo: i care because i live here!

Kenma: yeah, but then everyone's dead so nothing matters and that's kinda cool. i mean, what a privilege it would be-

Kuroo: you sound like a movie villain right now!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Suna: i'm not even thinking that. i'm tweetin' and i'm streaming. wait- do i have my significant social media followers?

Osamu: you don’t have any following at this point 'cause you're suna rintaro in the timeline where you're at nasa.

Suna: …oh. i don’t even wanna live.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Matsukawa: you know, this was supposed to be the season of respecting ghosts and every time i've tried to do that, you yell at me to disrespect them.

Oikawa: i'm telling you to be true to who you are.

Matsukawa: i mean, that is certainly valid.

Oikawa: (laughs)

Matsukawa: 'cause i am living a lie otherwise because we're talking to air!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: oh, i see it. there's a bird right there.

Bokuto: oh, there's a bunch up there. hey, bros.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Nishinoya: you know, i didn’t walk down west cell block.

*nishinoya humming and walking to west cell block*

Nishinoya: it's nice over here, i like it.

(high pitched whistling)

(distant thudding)

Nishinoya: *stops*

Nishinoya: if that's somebody up there, make that noise again in your cell.

(distant thud)

Nishinoya: ha-ha i fucking hate this place. i really do.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Voice: (whispers) atsumu.

Atsumu: who is that?

Atsumu: *looking around for the voice* *lowkey scared*

Osamu: do you hear the little whispers?

Atsumu: please.

Osamu: oops. (laughs)

Suna: *behind the camera snickering because he was the one who suggested it*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Lev: oh fuck, i forgot the spirit box, shit.

Kenma: go get it!

Lev: my hands are full 🥺

Kenma: well, try your best.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Bokuto: *baby voice* it's a little cockroach. you seen any ghosts up here, fella?

Kuroo: (laughs)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Ushijima: do you feel like you have someone else's thoughts?

Tendou: sometimes.

Ushijima: that wasn't the question. i think you misunderstood me.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kuroo: so right now, we’re in the captain's quarters.

Kuroo: is there anybody in here that wants to speak to us?

Bokuto: spill your beans, buddy.

Kuroo: what did you do on this ship?

Bokuto: he probably commanded it.

Kuroo: you know, i was asking him.

Bokuto: what'd you do on this ship?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tanaka: if you'd like us to leave and shut up, which frankly almost anybody who interacts with us for more than five minutes would like us to do, move something.

Nishinoya: spank us on the bottom!

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: i mean, this sink is absolutely disgusting. this is maybe the scariest thing i’ve seen in all six seasons of this show.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Oikawa: *waving at his reflection*

Oikawa: always nice to see a friendly face.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sakusa: i don’t know why people think darkness is actually scary because i can’t see anything. it was scarier when the lights were on 'cause i could see you know filth, things falling apart.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Semi: (knocking) let's boogie, folks! little guy needs a win. ghost, that would be great. if you got a mummy or a vampire, also good. i think he'd also count that as sort of proof of the supernatural.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tsukishima: please haunt me! i’m begging you to haunt me! scare the shit out of me! do something! (laughs)

Tsukishima: how many times do i have to plead with air, with nothing? i’m speaking to no one right now.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Shirabu: if you don’t pop out, then i’ve wasted several years of my life. i mean, i went to college, and my major was not ghost hunting.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Osamu: what's 'tsumu doing in there? who the hell knows? he's probably gonna take out his little spirit box.

*meanwhile at atsumu*

Atsumu: i’m gonna fire up the spirit box now. i am shaking 'cause i’m so scared 😄

*back to osamu*

Osamu: it’s probably gonna say something that doesn’t sound like any words any human's ever spoken.

*back to atsumu*

(spirit box blares)

Spirit box: "do it"

Atsumu: oh shit!

*back to osamu*

Osamu: he'll probably respond to it like he's sitting across the table from a friend, playing scrabble.

*back to atsumu*

Atsumu: did you say ‘do it’ or 'tsumu?

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Sugawara: old timey jails, very fun to visit... and that’s all i’ve got to say about that *sips coffee*

Asahi: (chuckles) nothing about the ghouls?

Sugawara: there will be no ghouls, there will be dust, there will be noises that you, you know, pee your pants over.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

(bang)

Matsukawa: oh?

Hanamaki: ooh, a nice little drum hit.

Matsukawa: yeah, we got a beatboxing demon in here?

(bang)

Hanamaki: oh, shit, another one!

Matsukawa: *starts beatboxing*

Hanamaki: 🎶 my name is makki and i’m here to say. we’re the baddest ghost hunters in the usa. hunting demons and ghouls too 🎶

(unintelligible sound from the spirit box)

Hanamaki: what?

Matsukawa: *beatboxing*

Hanamaki: wait, hold on, we actually got a response!

Matsukawa: *still beatboxing*

Hanamaki: stop beatboxing! (laughing)

Matsukawa: huh, oh, sorry.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Koganegawa: *whispering* choo choo pickle pie.

Futakuchi: (wheeze) choo choo pickle pie, what the f--?

Koganegawa: i don’t know. i’m just thinking of a funny thing a ghost could whisper

Futakuchi: (wheeze)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Tendou: and by the way, if you want a little more one-on-one time with the tsutomu here, he'll be here alone soon enough.

Goshiki: …

Tendou: *backing away while keeping eye contact with goshiki *

Goshiki: it’s a long way to back out. you gonna keep that speed going?

Tendou: is the door behind me?

Goshiki: it’s close.

Tendou: *still backing away but carefully trying to avoid the door without looking behind him and eye contact still on goshiki*

Goshiki: did that work out the way you wanted?

Tendou: *still backing away*

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Kageyama: you gonna sit in that chair? we’re not allowed to.

Hinata: oh, yeah.

Kageyama: but we are the internet's paranormal bad boys.

Hinata: (chuckle) that’s right, were controversial.

Kageyama: we’re planning cheek to chair, baby. you ain’t gonna stop me.

Hinata: i’m sitting in that thing bare ass.

Kageyama: i’m gonna give that thing a high-five with my butt cheeks.

*later at the location*

Kageyama: yeah, not gonna happen, i’m not sitting on that.

Hinata: that looks like a death trap.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Shirabu: the human mind, if it’s looking for something, it'll find something. and he's going to find something. and it will destroy him.

*meawhile*

Goshiki: holy shit. it felt like something walked past me twice, one from the right side, once on the left side.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Akaashi: it’s gone quiet now and i’m afraid he’s dead.

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Fruits Basket - Vol 23

It's the final banquet babyyyy

(i hate how blurry that picture is but my camera just wouldn't fucking focus)(also yeah i colored in the speech bubbles, they were kinda confusing without context and didn't have anything to do with this specific frame)

So everyone's gathered in the main Sohma house, and no one really knows what's going on. They have no idea what to expect. Hiro notes that the grown-ups are "the ones who can't sit still today". Some miscellaneous stuff happens but I'm not sure if it's worth talking about? After the miscellaneous stuff, it is announced that Akito is ready for everyone to see, and out she steps in a kimono (I bet it's red; she'd look great in red, I think) and asks where Shigure is, because he apparently dipped out. Ritsu is in complete awe, does Akito partake in the same hobby he does? No, Ritsu, this is who she is.

There's a brief flashback to the previous book, where Shigure gave her something, and said "I guess you could call it a farewell present." Akito did not take kindly to that at all, and lashed out, accusing him of being the first to abandon her. He asks where she got that idea, he meant that she's finally becoming her own person, rather than the person her father wanted her to be, and his gift was something to commemorate that. Welcome in the new Akito, and all that.

Back to the present, Akito explains that the rest of the Juunishi were able to become their true selves, beyond the curse, and so she decided to as well. She tries to apologize, but she can't-- she knows that won't make up for anything that she did, at all.

It goes back to that memory with Shigure (this chapter is just a series of flashbacks and flashpresents) and he teases her, saying that he didn't know he was so important to her, and Akito insists that wasn't the case, that he was the one that she was most afraid of, the one that strayed the furtherest from her, bond or not. He says he had to keep his cool, be nonchalant, because otherwise he'd explode (ka-blooey). He says that he's childish, and doesn't like getting hurt, he hates losing, and he can't stand sharing things. This causes Akito to basically go Ó///Ò in realization, and he confirms that realization (the realization being that he likes her as well, in case you didn't catch it. It kinda took me a second on first reading, and I'm not exactly explaining this the best), and says that if Akito wants to reject him, now's the time, that if she comes to him again, it'll become a Thing. They'll become a Thing.

Back to the meeting, Akito says that she still wants to live with the Sohma family, because there are still things she feels she needs to do. She still is, at the end of the day, the head of the family, it's her duty (probably). She plans on talking to Ren, which I imagine will go well. After the meeting (I think, I don't think it's before, though timey wimey stuff is difficult), Akito is with Shigure, and he's asking if she wants him to stay at the main Sohma house, and she asks if he's angry about it. The vibe I get from him is "yesn't", honestly, but hey if they're happy, I guess it's fine.

Next chapter!

So there are two exposition characters (I'm sorry but that's really all they are) at school, and one of them sees Kyo. She gets excited, maybe she can go talk to him, and the other thinks he's waiting for Tohru, his girlfriend, to finish up with her tests. The first girl goes, "Whaaa?? When did that happen??", and the second says that it happened shortly after Tohru came back from the hospital. The first girl's hopes and dreams are apparently destroyed, I guess she liked Kyo.

It pans back to Tohru, now finished with her test, and the teacher, Mayu, wishing her a good summer vacation, it'll be her last. She also asks if something happened in the Sohma family, because a certain He seemed a little happier when she saw him yesterday. Tohru took "he" to mean Kyo and Yuki, and was basically like "yeah I guess so". Mayu played it off, yeah yeah those two that's definitely who she meant yeah totally see you next school term byeeee.

At the house (Shigure's house), Kyo, Yuki, and Tohru are talking about the meeting, and how it felt like it came out of nowhere. They were surprised that Tohru already knew about Akito, but she had to pretend she didn't for Akito's privacy (you don't just out people, that's rude). She asks if it was that much of a shock, and Yuki says he's mostly dumbfounded, though there has been a lot going on lately, a lot to think about. Kyo says he feels weird about it, simply because now he knows he's been violent with a woman all this time, but also says something about if Akito was a man, Kyo would be in trouble if there was another guy who liked Tohru. I'm not really sure where he got that idea, but Yuki thought it was pretty funny. It made Tohru realize that the air between Kyo and Yuki had cooled off significantly, and they seemed to be more at ease with each other than they ever had before (i mean in the beginning yuki would sneeze and kyo would be like "and i took that personally", so yeah they've changed a lot). She asked Kyo what had caused that change, and he told her that Yuki beat the crap out of him, and knocked some screws loose, but it was okay. They needed to be loosened.

Later, it seems that Kyo and Tohru went to Kazuma's house, where Kazuma said "I have no regrets. At this point, I'm prepared for death at any time.", because he's happy, y'know? But Tohru and (that other guy whose name completely escapes me wtf) protest at that, saying that you can't say things like that, it's not true! The other whispers to Kazuma that he can't die yet, because when they get married and have kids, he'll be a grandparent, which he seems to like the idea of. He tells Tohru that he eagerly awaits that time, but since Tohru didn't overhear it, she just awkwardly agrees that she also can't wait. (Kyo kinda caught on though)

Izusu comes in, says, "This is stupid, by the way", then walks out before anyone can respond. Tohru follows after her, and Kyo asks what Izusu was saying. Kazuma says that a lot has happened recently, and not everyone is going through the same thing.

Going with Tohru, she finds Izusu in another room, saying that she doesn't get it, how can he (Kyo, presumably) act like nothing's wrong, after all that's happened, and how Tohru can do the same, after she got so hurt?! Those kinds of hurt don't go away easily. Izusu continues, and says that if she had to choose to forgive Akito or not, she wouldn't, because she can't. She doesn't want Akito to apologize, and she can't help but feel like she's doing something wrong, because she can't make herself accept everything and move on. Tohru reassures her that there's nothing wrong with her, she didn't do anything wrong. Izusu wonders if her demeanor will turn Haru away, if it will disappoint him. Tohru says that there's no way that Haru could hate her.

The scene changes to Akito, who is talking to that one old lady who pops up every now and then, but I've never seen her name, who says that Akito went to see Ren again, but heard that she wasn't able to really talk to her. She says it would be faster to chase her out of the house, but it's also possible that Akito complicated things by staying at the house. She continues, saying how it must be nice being young, and being able to change your life so easily. She notes that she was born with the Sohma family, and raised with them, and has lived at the house for sixty years, she couldn't change her life now. Akito says that no one can change every thing, and no one would be asking her to. Maybe all she needs is a helping hand. In the end, the maid simply walks away, but y'know, not everyone wants to change, or feels like they can, it's fine.

In the next chapter, it seems like it's the date with Tohru and Kyo that Uotani and Hanajima decided to tag along with. Kyo is thinking back to that moment when he tore off his bracelet, and how afterward, Tohru picked up all the beads. She put them in a little bowl in her room, next to the picture of her mom. In the moment, he could only watch as she did it, and in all honesty he wouldn't have minded if she had tossed them into a fire, but it also occurred to him that he might regret not having them. As he watched Tohru pick up the beads, he thought of it like she was "protecting both the me of now and the me of the future". Alternatively, and this one is a bit spoopy, she was gathering the memories of the people over the (many, many, many) years that had worn that bracelet. Either way, he realized that loving someone isn't just about loving the person as they currently are, but as they were, and as they will be.

That's what he thinks anyway.

I mentioned the date but I didn't talk about it at all. They went to a zoo, Uotani got excited about seeing elephants, and they went to a place with cats, and the cats did not care either way about Kyo. It was neat. By the end of the day, Tohru went off to use the bathroom, leaving Kyo with Hanajima and Uotani. This is when Hanajima asks Kyo if he's going to take Tohru away with him. She knew the time would come, eventually, when she, Uotani, and Tohru, would part ways, but it still hurts to think about. Uotani says that, despite how they might act, they do like Kyo, even if they think he's a bit of a dumbass (Uotani's words, btw), and it's because they both think he's a good guy. He just has to take care of Tohru, because she's like family to them, so he'd best not fuck up.

When Tohru comes back, Kyo says there's a place that he wants to take Tohru before going home. Can we go see what Yuki's up to first? Okay yeah we're going to do that now, we'll get back to Tohru and Kyo, don't worry.

So Yuki's at Kakeru's place, and it seems that they're talking about their college plans. Apparently Yuki's going to a college pretty far away from where they're currently at, but if they have subjects that he's interested in, it's fine. (I don't think it's ever said what exactly those subjects are. Like, what's his major? Do I really care? Eh. But it's still nice to know. Same thing for Kakeru, what is he doing?) When Yuki says he'll be living on his own, Kakeru asks if he can manage, he doesn't want to go for a visit and see an emaciated Yuki (living on like,, partially-cooked instant ramen noodles, and several scattered half-empty water bottles in a nest of laundry and schoolwork). Yuki is more optimistic, saying he's going to learn by doing (so that means those cups of instant ramen will be completely cooked). Apparently he told Machi about it and she's fine with it, though she would not be fine if she heard Kakeru saying that anyone is "climbing the stairway to adulthood" which honestly I wouldn't be fine with that either, that just sounds stupid.

Komaki asks how Yuki's going to get the money to live somewhere, and Yuki says that he considered asking his parents, but in the end he asked Ayame to help. Ayame was overjoyed to help, and went nuts to find a place that would suit Yuki's needs (Or be the foundation of his "empire", as he phrased it).

When asked about college, Kakeru said he'd go, not because he really wants to, but mostly because people keep telling him to. He was planning on taking over Komaki's family business (they run a laundry service), but he supposes he'll go anyway.

Later, Machi shows up with a package of meat, which Komaki was very excited about. Kakeru trotted out his "stairway to adulthood" line on Machi, and Machi punched him in the face along with the meat, she somehow balanced the meat on her fist to smash into Kakeru's face, much to Komaki's distress (over the meat, not Kakeru).

Anyway, let's go back to Tohru and Kyo.

Kyo took Tohru to the graveyard, and they're standing at the Honda's family tombstone(memorial? thingie? idk), and he says that after he graduates, he wants to leave, because he's spent his whole life up until pretty recently avoiding life, and not letting himself get involved in things. But now that he's a normal person, he wants to live in the world as a normal person, with Tohru, and because of all of this, he wants to go outside of this place that he's been his whole life. Tohru asks where he's planning to go, and he says that Kazuma knows someone with a dojo, but it's really far from where they presently live. He says he's planning on going there first, attending the dojo while he works, and then one day, he'll inherit Kazuma's dojo, using the experience from the first dojo. He hesitates on asking Tohru to break away from everything and everyone she's known to go off with him, but Tohru agrees, and says she wants to go with him, as soon as possible.

There is one thing that Tohru wants to tell Kyo, and it's that she's sure that her mom never hated him. Even if she did say that she would never forgive him, Tohru is confident that she didn't say it out of hate, she knows it. She will go along with Kyo, even if it hurts to leave everyone else, because it would hurt her more to be apart from him (🥺). To end this section, Kyo says that he'll keep the promise he made to Kyoko about Tohru, all that while back, and he'll keep it for his whole life.

(don't mind me i'm just screeching and wheezing simultaneously this shit is too much i'm gonna die)

Onto the next section, it actually has to do with Kyoko and Katsuya. Mostly Kyoko, and her last thoughts before she died. At first, it was weird. What's going on? She can't hear anything, she doesn't even really hurt. Why is it so dark? Oh crap, Tohru! She can't leave yet, she doesn't want to leave Tohru alone, she only just got into high school. She hopes that she loved her enough, and that Tohru knew that, though she wished she could have had more time to love Tohru. She finally understands, though, that leaving people behind and being left behind, they're both so hard. She hopes that someone can be there for Tohru, to protect her, stay with her as she cries.

She then sees Kyo, and recognizes him as the little orange-haired kiddo she used to talk to sometimes, and hopes that even if he forgets about her, that the next time Tohru gets lost, Kyoko wants him to find her, even just once. If he doesn't do that, she'll never forgive him(that's what she meant, out of what he heard, by the way). She hopes that he can somehow take her place, and protect Tohru, and let her be happy, let her be loved by lots of people. Even if she gets lost or makes a mistake, Kyoko wants Tohru to be proud of the life she lived.

Then she wakes up in a place. I don't really know what the place looks like, but I imagine it as a light blue shimmery place, and she can see someone walking towards her, from a distance. Katsuya. Suddenly she's young again, with her long hair and uniform, and she can be with the man she loves again. (🥺😭 dissolves in my tears)

There's a time skip, now Tohru, Yuki, Kyo, Hanajima, and Uotani have graduated, and it soon after shows Tohru and Kyo cleaning up their rooms, and reminiscing about when Tohru first arrived. A lot has changed in that time, it's incredible. Tohru thinks on how she will miss everyone, and all the things that have happened (in the span of a year, right? This all mostly happened within a year or two?). Kyo then says that everyone loves and appreciates her, and it's not like she'll never see any of them again, it's just the start of something new. Then Tohru's stomach grumbles and she gets embarrassed (oh no im hungry how embarrassing 😖)

We then jump to Yuki and Machi, and Yuki gives Machi a key to his new place, because he doesn't want her to think that he's cheating on her (why would she think that???) and then nearly fuckin yeets it out the window when she says that she's not worried that he'd do that. (So he does want her to have trust issues? Yuki, dude, you're confusing me on this) I think that Machi is a year behind Yuki, so she won't be starting college the same time as he will, but she promises that she'll follow after him and be back with him as soon as she can, which is very sweet.

This whole section is mostly jumping from one group of people to the next, so I think I'll try to summarize:

Ritsu and Kagura are talking, it seems that Ritsu is giving Kagura his old kimonos. He's cut his hair shorter, and he mentions how Shigure apparently has quit being an author, much to the relief of his editor, Mitsuru. Kagura asks if Ritsu is going to marry Mitsuru, which leaves him very flustered. Kagura still is hung up on Kyo, and says that she'll see Kyo and Tohru go just to see Kyo. She won't well wish them, because she knows that they'll be happy regardless.

Hiro and Kisa are walking past Shigure's old house, speculating on what is going to happen to it. Hiro says he thinks it will stay as it is for a while, which makes Kisa happy. She hopes that it can stay up and that a new household can live in it. She then starts crying, thinking about Kyo and Tohru leaving, but she says that she will smile when she sees them go, on the next day. Hiro tells her to not be upset over crying, that she can cry as much as she wants, because he knows how much Tohru means to Kisa.

Haru, Izusu, and Momiji are talking, and Haru mentions how Hatori said that eventually, Shigure's gonna get punched in the face, but he never did. Momiji says that it didn't happen because they are all more mature than Shigure. He says as an aside that he doesn't think it should be allowed that Kyo is "taking away" Tohru, because he's being selfish, and that he wants to pinch Kyo. Haru asks why he shouldn't do it tomorrow, and Momiji says that he can't do it in front of Tohru, but this whole thing has given Momiji a new sense of motivation, to find the best girlfriend in the world, and then he'll show her off to Kyo (not the best motivation to find a partner but okay). Izusu pops up by saying that she thinks Tohru should break up with Kyo. I'm not sure why though.

It's shown that Hanajima is working at Kazuma's place as a cook, which is something that Kyo was not pleased to find out, but despite his best efforts, The Guy Who is Also There at the Dojo Whose Name I Cannot Remember can't figure out how to get her to leave. Kazuma says that he will miss Kyo, but he won't worry about him. He's in good hands now.

Uotani is on the phone with Kureno, saying that she'll send his regards to Tohru and Kyo. She also says that she will miss Tohru, but she's also excited for her, for the both of them. She asks if the cherry blossoms are blooming yet, and that she'll have to make her way out to see them (and Kureno) soon.

Ayame and Mine are sending well wishes gifts in the form of big flouncy dresses, for Tohru (who I imagine would be flattered but I doubt she would wear them). Mine says that now that the time has come, she finds this sensation of "children leaving the nest" to be lonely, and Ayame agrees, and says that's exactly why adults put obnoxious amounts of love into cardboard boxes with instant ramen, socks, maid outfits, what have you. (They then say that they're going to send similarly flouncy dresses to Yuki, who I doubt will respond kindly)

Mayu and Hatori are on a date, and he offers to take her with him on a summer vacation to Okinawa. He says he's never been on a "decent" vacation, and that he wants to see the country. Mayu starts cracking up at the idea of Hatori in a swimsuit, then sobers quickly at the idea of herself in one, saying that her figure isn't ideal for a swimsuit (from the way she talked about herself I think she'd be all the rage in early 2000's Western fashion).

Akito says that she's not going to see Tohru and Kyo leave, saying that if she wants to visit Tohru, she'll go and see her, but I imagine it's also for the sake of everyone else that would be there.

Finally, we end with Yuki going to talk to Tohru. He tells her that he's happy about all that has happened, and that he's glad that he has gotten to this point. He says that he was weak, that he couldn't handle being around people, but he wanted to be loved, and be needed. All he ever did, he says, is want. But during that crucial time, Tohru appeared, and fulfilled that wish without even trying. He learned so much from her, and she gave him what he needed, and that's how he is able to be the person he presently is. And he also finally says that she was basically his mother, in a way. He wonders if she was like that to everyone, with how warm, welcome, and gentle she is to everyone she meets. He goes on to say that in this time, when everyone is parting ways, everyone is thinking of Tohru, wondering if she's happy, if she's crying, if she's doing well. Finally, he thanks her, and says that he's so glad that he got to meet her, and that she was there for him, and for all of them. (He also actually says her name, which he's never done, I don't think. It's always been "Honda-san", but never "Tohru", but now he's said it. There's really not an English version of that, as far as I'm aware, but from what I know, it is a pretty significant thing.)

There's a little bit of an epilogue, showing a child walking into a house, asking where Tohru and Kyo are. A woman replies saying, "That's Grandma and Grandpa to you!", but the child pouts and says that Grandma said she could call her by her name, and that they left her behind again on their walk. The woman tells her to not get in the way of their "lovey-dovey alone time", and there's a final establishing shot of Tohru and Kyo walking together, holding hands, with Kyoko's words: "Repeat the good, and the bad. Do it all, and pile on the years."

And that's the end!

I think I'm heartless, because I didn't cry at the end. I wanted to, but I didn't. Overall, I really liked this series! It was a lot of fun to read, a lot of shit goes down, it was a rollercoaster. Thinking back on how the story started, knowing some of the events that occurred before the story started, it all kinda leaves a bitter taste in my mouth (mainly the teasing that Kyo gets about him "training in the mountains", and knowing what was actually going on, it's kinda hard to laugh now 😬). One thing that I was kinda expecting the story to mention, but never did, was Izusu's mark on her back. It looks like some kinda of scar, but I never saw anything addressing it. Now that I think about it, it could have been from a number of things, but it was never said explicitly, which I think is weird. I think I'm gonna leave it here (I'm typing this last portion on my phone at 3:45am so it could be better).

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