#there's like nothing good on there and half the time the page doesn't load and the other half it shoots up an error message

[beaft]

apple tv and netflix are tied for most useless streaming service. neither of you will survive the revolution

[love-toxin]

guh......climbing out of my hole of uni final papers for a moment.....bc i have to talk abt mike some more.....specifically dad(dy) mike-

(cws: fnaf movie spoilers, breeding, me being nasty right on schedule)

like....i can't get over it. he just strikes me as such dad material. he gives me the vibes of exhausted + mentally worn out + don't need another kid to run after but as soon as he's, like, free from the horrors and/or financially stable? he'd just be like "........so honey when are we having a baby??" right out of the blue. i get the feeling that he'd normally be a big family guy (hence the family photos everywhere and the.....intense childhood nostalgia) and he'd probably be all over starting his own if he wasn't dealing with all the death and murder and kidnapping and dream hopping and blah blah blah.

but anyways. baby. thinkin he wants one soooooooo badly.........and he'd be so stupid protective like a big, husband-shaped guard dog. we saw him in the fountain scene nobody can tell me he wouldn't go apeshit over protecting his little babus and their ultra hot momma--plus, at some point when Abby grows up he'd probably get such awful empty nest syndrome he'd be biting his nails not having someone to provide for and protect. that's his purpose! he's gotta be the strong one that gets shit done, hence knocking up some pretty thing that's got those pretty doe eyes and pretty hair and other pretty features for his kids to inherit.

i don't think it would hit him right away either, he'd think he's fine until he's blowin your back out and it hits him like ".....oh. shit," when he realizes how much he doesn't wanna pull out. not just because it feels good to bust a load so thick you leak all over the pillows, but because you might end up with a baby bump and that would be even cuter. you wouldn't even be able to trap him if you wanted to cause he wouldn't care about the contraception anyways--if you want to risk it, he'll risk it, and you might not expect how deep he goes as he tries to knock you up on the first try. you're not even half as crazy as he is, draining his balls inside you like it's an olympic sport just so he can make you take a test in two weeks. even if he can't afford it he'll take time off work just to keep you in bed for a couple days, give it a real good try so he can say he put everything he has into it. it's a good excuse for him to fall asleep still nestled inside you too, his weight pressing you down so you can't get up with all that cum slowly leaking down your legs. trying for a baby is so much fun and so intoxicating mike probably won't even realize how much work it'll really be until you start showing, but by then it's kinda too late anyways and it's not like he'd wanna go back and change it. seriously, he's so fucking lucky to even talk to you, much less be the father of your children and possibly your future husband.

but then he's got something so sweet and adorable to protect besides you on the horizon, something he can cuddle and kiss and rock to sleep and read bedtime stories to like he's loved doing with abby and always did with garrett, including all the silly voices he's made up to make them giggle and plead for just a few more pages. he can be even better than his parents and he'll finally have the second chance he's been dying for--and this time, nothing is gonna take what he loves away from him. nothing.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

the greatest

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☹ Summary : no matter how harsh he threw your heart out like it was nothing to you, you still cling onto him until you can't

☹ Word Count : I hope I didn't get too far how long this is

☹ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, both oral receiving, no use of y/n, slight cheating, slight somnophilia, hate!sex, unrequited feelings, lack of affection, unreciprocated love, toxic!boyfriend, emotional abuse, toleration, arguments, unhealthy relationship, briefly mentioning Jonathan & Nancy (reader's platonically friends!) but I wrote Eddie did not grew up in Hawkins only reader, that's just it

☹ What to Expect : SMUT AND ANGST‼️IM SORRY IN ADVANCE IF I MAKE EDDIE SO WORST IN THIS, I paint him so bad in this but I'm just following where I associate with this song from Billie, I apologize (I know this is totally not the Eddie, we love but blame my demented mind)

☹ Note To Reader : HIT ME HARD AND SOFT ALBUM OF THE FUCKING YEAR! 🫡 I'm sorry, I just need to say it out loud, I've been obsessed with this album ever since it dropped and gave me so much fic ideas 😩✍🏻

☹ Author Note : yay, I'm back writing, my main boy, Eddie Munson! I have so much working in progress but imma keep going to finally finish everything! 😭🫶🏻✨

You're trying your best

To keep him satisfied

You always, always let him get his rest everytime he's finished performing while you stayed up all night

You don't wanna let him know

You don't even think if he cares about it

How you feel so alone

"Jesus Christ, baby"

He is in deep in your cunt swallowing him, your naked bodies pressed together as you pant and moan for him

He holds at the headrest as he pounds himself in and out of your pussy relentlessly

"O-Oh my god!- Eddie" you cry out as he collapsed on top of you as you scratch behind his back making him groan

He squeezes your breasts as he kisses you sloppily, a string of saliva as he pulls from the kiss making you fucked up in the brain as he ruthlessly sheathes himself inside and out from your aching hole

"F-Faster" you whisper as you bit your lip in pleasure when he grabs both of your legs folding you in half close to your chest as he rocks his hips brutally

"Harder, yeah, baby- I know- fuck" he shuts his eyes as he gets lost in the feeling of being inside of, so warm and so unbelievably good how he felt in your walls

He's throbbing inside of you and your cunt is pulsating, you clench around him as he grunts

You chant his name, he watches down his dick is covered with your juices and he moans louder

"Eddie-"

"Cum with me"

"Ah-oh" you sigh beautifully as you whine when you came undone as he spills all of his load in you

He lazily smiles as he kisses your chest, he removes the hair out of your face as he slams his lips onto you again, you mewl and your legs are still trembling

He smirks as he chuckles "Woah, woah there, sweet cheeks, we might go for round 2 if we continue doing this"

"I don't mind" you say with a sly grin but your smile falls when he begins to pick up his clothes

You sit up yourself quickly as you bring the blanket closer to you

Why is he only affectionate to you when it's sexual?

Or when you give him the pleasure

Of course, he won't stay like he always does

"You're not staying....again?" Your voice is meek as you looked behind the back of his head

He doesn't turns around because he will only be seeing those eyes

"Y-Yeah, I have to go to hang out with the guys" he clears his throat as he ties his black boots

You wanted him to stay with you, you want him to hold to you, not him running off after you both just have sex

No matter how many times he has done this, it's the same reason everytime you tell him that you want him to stay beside you, you can't help but feel so disappointed

He stands up as he turns around as you try to mask up your saddened face as you give him a small smile

He makes a quick kiss to your head as he takes one last look at you before he leaves the room

You look at your body, the way he touches you and holds you is imprinted every inch of your body, the scent of him still lingers

You bring your knees up closer to your body as your eyes falls into the big window from the hotel room

The sunset is very pleasing to you makes you forget the dismayed situation that you had with Eddie not a minute ago

That's where made you think about your relationship for almost 4 years of living together

You always been so good to him, you give him anything that he wants

You've been thoughtful, considerate, lovable, caring, understanding and pretty much everything what a lover should do to her partner

Your congratulations?, Nothing

All your love and admiration?, Nothing

All the times you've waited for him to want you to be naked, Nothing

You made it all look, Painless

Man, aren't you the greatest?

"Eddie, why are you doing this?! I'm your girlfriend-" you raise your voice as you step closer to him, his eyes became more intense as he starts fuming

"Shut the fuck up!" He snaps up, you flinched but you still continue to argue with him

"You're out of your mind picking up girls while you have someone who is waiting for you to come home" you retorted as you push him by the shoulder, he glares at you

"What are you going to do about it?" He ignores your point as you shake your head in disappointment

"You're such an asshole" you spat out as you walk away from him

His heavy boots hits the wooden floor as he stomps to aggressively grab both of your arms as he swings you around to face him as he pins you against the kitchen counter

"Don't ever say anything to me like that again" he grumbles as his dark eyes bore into you as you swallow and shiver from his touch

"Eddie- let me go of me!" you protest but he's aiming at your neck to kiss and mark you up

He is locked you up with his hold, whatever you try to move, he won't budge

Your breathing became ragged as he starts unbottoning your denim shorts, his fingers is like an ignition as he touches your stomach and crawls up into your breasts under your blouse

"S-Stop doing that" you're still mad at him, you hate him for doing this to you

All you wanted was a nice goddamn communication about what you didn't like with his behavior

Instead, he does this, so, that you'll be distracted from the main problem that you both have that is very needed to be talked about

He knows what the fuck he's doing and that makes you even more angrier

But, god- you love him so much that if he can ruin you over and over, you would let him do it

"Do you want me to stop?" His grabs the flesh of your ass as he raises you up and you yelp as he places you in the counter

It became more aggressive, desperate, needy

He takes off your denim shorts along with your panties without a warning he doves on your pooling cunt as it clenches around nothing as he dips his tongue inside of you

"E-Eddie- ah!" You lean your chest and back forward to get close to him as he grips so tightly around your inner thighs as you can feel his nails dig deeper into it that is for sure will leave marks but you didn't mind

You can feel his fanning breath on the area of your tight hole as he tastes you on his tongue, he hums in delightment as he kept his hungry eyes on you as he eats you out

Your brows pulled together as your face contorts in pleasure as you start grinding against his face as he holds you steady

"Wh-what the fuck? Eddie?- oh-" you can see the mischief on his eyes and he knows, he knows you're pissed off at him but you can't deny that he is so good at it

Your hands went through his hair as you tug it making him groan as he buries himself on your heat

Your eyes went large when he pulls you closer to him and your legs went through his shoulders as he tongue fucks you on a different angle making your eyes blurry as you squeezed it shut

You moan louder and your breath becomes heavier as you continue to grind against his face

You placed your hands flat on the counter surface as you tried to control your building familiar sensations on your stomach

You tried to push him away from your cunt because you can't help it anymore but he won't let you do that, he is a fucking menace

He dips his tongue deeper inside as he devours you, your eyes rolled back as you sigh and scream his name as you came undone

Your eyes are half-lidded as your arms went wobbly and if you ever try to stand up your knees can buckle anytime

Eddie looks at you like you're some sort of prey as his brown eyes went darker and he grins devilishly

He palms your pussy as he slides his finger inside of you making you whine as you hold his wrist

"You taste so good, baby" he moans as he licks his finger off clean as you bring his hand to your breasts

"But it isn't enough for me" his voice sounds deeper than before

You haven't calmed down yet but the moment you hear his belt unbuckling you open your eyes and you can see his angry tip growing harder

But before you can say anything, he snaps off your strapped blouse revealing your naked chest

He holds his dick as he slams into your entrance making you squeal

"O-Oh my f-fucking go-d!" You held onto him as he rocks his hips slowly

"Shit, you're so soaked" he grunts as he rests his head on the crook of your neck

He pulls back as he watches you completely in the ecstasy of the feeling of him inside of you

You copy his movements as his head falls backward

He held both of your legs as he sheathes himself inside, your walls are already clamping onto him

You place your palms on the counter as you raise yourself as you grind harder onto him making him moan in your action

He slides himself inside and outside of you harder and faster as you watch how he easily slips on you

He smirks when he catches you looking at it, "See, that? sweetheart? that's you, I'm about to bust-"

You clench around him as you can't raise yourself any longer as you start whimpering and panting at him

Your body begins to shake as he carefully brings your legs around his waist as he fucks you deeper

You cannot even close your legs at him anymore as it falls down more than once

"I know, baby, I know- fuck" he growls as your high pitched moans becomes more louder

He takes a look at you as he kisses you swallowing your moans as you arch your back

Bodies slapping, you're sweating and so is he, your mind is gone out of the window

Fuck, even if you hate him, you always cave in

You shout his name as your bit down to his shoulders as he sighs in pleasure as he rocks his hips at you spilling his load in your velvety walls

"That's right, baby, take it just like that" he can feel you squeezing him not wasting any ounce from his seed as you hum in agreement

You're shocked

That he didn't let go of you this time

He lets you hold him, you embrace him as he caresses your hair softly, you smile

But you can feel your eyes tiring begging to close, he sense that, so, he picked you up and you're already in the verge of falling asleep

The scattered pieces of clothing are ignored in the floor

He places you in his bed as he goes along with you, he sleeps with you for the first time that night

You turn around in the bed not opening your eyes yet and you met with a cold empty space

Typical

You scoff as you get up and pick up the robe and tied it to yourself to cover your body as you picked up the clothes you wore last night and throw it into the laundry

His guitar is not present in the room, so, you figure out that he's there with them

Not that you don't want him to hang out with them, not that you avoid him for having a social life

You just want to be a part of his life too

Be his, it's all you ever wanted

Jonathan is a good friend of yours back in Hawkins Indiana, he's honest and very dear to you

You remember your last conversation him before the way he interrupted you with your ramblings about Eddie, he knows that something isn't right with you and your relationship with him

He just doesn't want you to be heartbroken, he knows what will happen to you after all of this will end, that's why you'll always receive those sympathetic eyes of him

But no matter what he do, he can't stop you, he can't even prevent you to feel hurt because he just knows how awful he is to you

If only he's more like Jonathan, Nancy is a really lucky girl

"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, you always think about him first, I mean- have you ever think about yourself? just for once?" He reaches for his drink as he kept his eyes on you

Your lips slowly downturns as you start mustering, "You know how much I love him, Jonathan" you softly murmur and he just rolls his eyes as he leans forward to steal a french fry on your plate as you playfully glare at him

"Yeah, I know, I'm just worried that he won't treat you right, he doesn't deserve you, you deserve someone who is better than him" he chuckles at your shocked face because of his action but his face turns back to serious as he continues to talk to you

You already knew about that, you know what you entered in the first place even though you know it will tear you down in the process, you can't even remember how you fell in love with him, you just did, it only takes you by a first glance and then boom, you got yourself felling harder

He saw you in the crowd and you can't believe he chose you and at first it was all very romantic and sweet until he can't stop talking about you over the phone, talking about how much he misses you, saying that you should be with him and he even demands that you should stay with him

You really thought that he was serious about your "relationship together", he wants it to make it official but why he hasn't told the public yet? you thought you both have the same feelings for each other and it turns out, you're the only one who has very deep feelings about him

You've been doing this for weeks, staying over at his tour bus as he fucks your brains out everytime you came around

For him he only loves you for sex but to you?

He is everything to you, god- doesn't he even realized how much you've done anything for him? You never once did talk bad about him back when a paparazzi intercepted your path while you're walking in the streets asking you questions about what is your role in Eddie's life, you faced public scrutiny, you know your reputation can be ruin if things goes backwards

But you didn't care because why? You love him

You know this is so bad for you, anyone can see it, you got these sympathetic looks from all of his crew and even his bandmates

Does he treat every girl that he gets this way? that's why whenever he picked up a girl they already have this look on their faces that they dreaded it?

Jonathan can tell that you're keeping it together, your eyes are now glassy as your mind is elsewhere, he knows that you just wanted to be someone you truly love even that person isn't right for you

You keep this whatever what the fuck this is, you might get yourself ruin apart at the end but at least you have the time of your life with someone you truly adore

"Hey, I hope you know that you find someone who will love you so much as much as you do"

Sometimes, your friend's words makes you startle a little at how accurate they are

You just smile fondly, "Thanks, Jonathan"

He already tried to talk you out of this, of course, he is disappointed at first when he find out that you're fucking not only a metalhead but a goddamn famous rockstar, he knows guys like that can't settle down, he can read people easily at first look, but no matter what he say about, he knows that you won't change your mind, so, he took your hand in his as he squeezes it

"Just so you know, I'll be here for you, when the time comes" he speaks softly as he gauges for your reaction he knows how fast you can froze by the words that hit you but you masked up your pained expression as you look into his eyes

You're about to leave with Eddie after your lunch together as you look at the window, Jonathan saw how in love you are, he can't help but feel sorry for you

You fell in love with a wrong person

"I'll call you, okay?" You smile despite the sting in your chest

Once again, you cried to yourself as you took a bath

You scrubbed like there's no tomorrow on every inch of your body

You let him come and go

Whatever state you are in

That's how dedicated you are to him, you don't even think twice how things would end up if you always let him take over you

He came home very late that day and even you're sleepy but you can feel him dragging you closer to him as he hugs you and he presses a kiss to your back

You don't know how to feel about this, you always fell whenever he does these things to you, I mean- does he know? every single action he makes to you drives you absolutely crazy?!?

You woke up in the morning as you glare the person beside you who is peacefully asleep

You always decided against with the thought of punching him to his gut, scratching his face out of anger, slapping him until his face fall off

Eddie is not always a light sleeper, so, you aggressively took off the blanket that is covering the both of you and get yourself positioned on top of him

You take off your panties as you untied his gray sweatpants as you pull it down letting his dick springs free slapping against his stomach as you spit on the palm of your hand as you began to stroke it

You're upset but also feel aroused, you want him to know what it feels like

Your delicate small hand is wrapped around his cock as you jerk him off, he stirs in his sleep slightly, but as soon as you heard his soft snores you proceed what you needed to do

When you felt his dick is solid rock hard, your cunt is on bitching heat as you reach at the hem of your nightgown revealing yourself to him naked as he still asleep

You carefully grab his dick guiding it at the tight hole of your entrance as you sink down, you moan and whimper at the intrusion as you throw your head backwards

You bit down your bottom lip as your eyes starts prickle in tears, you begin to grind yourself, you're heavily breathing, your cheeks are flushed

That's where his mind and body registers what is happening as he slowly opens his eyes, his vision becomes clearer when it lands on you on top of him fucking him while he is asleep as he tries to cover his stunned expression but he can't, you're drooling and he can see the dilated pupils on your eyes

He looks down at your cunt and his dick is coated with your fluids as he groans as starts copying your movements lazily

You saw the look on his face and it becomes a cocky smirk as he holds both of your hips

He missed the unreadable stare on your eyes as he pants and he grabs both of your breasts making you whine in pleasure

"Fuck- baby- good morning to you" he says with a gruff voice as he brings you closer to him

"Morning" he didn't catched the stern tone on your voice as you begin to bounce on his cock all of the sudden making him curse under his breath

His mouth hangs open as he blinks rapidly his hold on you became tighter as he tries to rut himself but he can't since he is too pussydrunk

You moan out loud as you bounce on his cock harder and faster and he uses the energy that is left with him as he pulls you making you squeal and say his name so hotly

"What's gotten in-to you- s-sweetheart? you missed me?" He says between kisses as he swallows your pretty noises as he marked you up on your chest and neck hitting that sweet spot that makes your head spin

"I-I just wanna make you feel this" you pulled back as his face flashes with confusion but the moment you lean backward and placed your palms on his knees as you rock your hips rougher

"Oh- christ!" He exclaims as his eyebrows knitting focusing at how hot you look like this, you're so fucking sexy

You study his face at how he reacts on your every movement with him, despite your hips stutter and you feel the familiar core coming into you

"I-I'm gonna- sweetheart- fuck- I'm dying here" he moans as he tries not to pull trigger early

"I-I know, I'm close" you whisper as he slams his lips onto yours as you mewl as you place yourself on his neck almost biting him when it finally snaps as you grind to take it all with you as you both calm down

He kisses you as he pours all of his white seed to you painting your velvety walls as you clamp around him making him grunt

When you finally got calm down take note he is still holding you keeping you in place but the moment you slapped his arm away when he tries to reach out and hold you, he got confused again

You wore your panties and your nightgown again, he watches his cum leaking out of you and his eyes following you as you reach for the doorknob, and he puts back on his sweatpants as he sits down on the bed

"What the hell are you doing?" Now, he wants you to stay? What a fucking hypocrite

You humorlessly chuckle as you shake your head, you turn around to face him

You lean downward to meet his eyes, "So, now you know how it feels like, huh?"

"Feels like to be what?" His eyes goes everywhere on your face as he begs for an answer

"To be used" your face falls completely showing him that you can be cold at him

You left him mouth hanging open as he closes and starts shooking his head as he followed you outside

He catches to you downstairs as he blocks your path

You're shooting daggers at him but you know this argument won't do shit to improve your relationship to him, so, you move to other side as you continue coming down from the stairs

"Used you?" He repeats as he tries to understand, you ignore him as you pour yourself a cup of coffee

You nod as you went into the fridge grabbing the leftovers from last night to reheated up

"You think- I used you?" He implied as you incredulously laugh at him

"What does this look like to you?" You point yourself and to him

"We're in a relationship" he says as he shrugged and he doesn't even sound pretty confident with his answer as you chuckle dryly

You almost choke when you take a sip from your coffee

"Bullshit" you say plainly as you pick up a plate and open the drawers for the cutlery

"That's not bullshit" he gives you a deadpan stare

The audacity of this guy

"Oh, it's not bullshit to you? Well- let me take this down for you, Eddie, did you ever mentioned me some of your interviews and whatever the press asks you what I am in your life? I don't know?! You fucking tell me" you throw your arms up as you scoff when you saw the guilty crosses his features

"See? That's what I thought" you point out to his face as you take a seat on the table he follows suit yet again

"You know that I just can't-" he thinks deeply as he can't even look at you now, too ashamed of it

"Oh, yes you can, all you have to do is say those words but you can't, of course, because you're too chicken shit, afraid of your own damn feelings" you retorted as you give him a pointed look

"I am not-" he goes closer to you but he halted when you stood up, the fork clinks when you drop it on the table

"You're not? So, tell me- tell me now, do you love me Eddie?" You stare at him despite you already know the answer and it pains you

His face becomes pale and it looses it's color as he stares at you

"I-I don't-" he stutters as he doesn't know what to do with his hands as he averts his gaze somewhere else

You click your tongue, "Eddie, it's a simple question, it's not a trick, I said- do you love me?!" You repeat your words as he stood there, he opens his mouth but no words coming out of it

Does he suddenly didn't have the ability to talk?

He said nothing

He didn't answered

His silence is making your heart took out of your body and he crushed it just like that

The way he can't reply fast screams volumes

"Why am I not surprised" you chuckle wryly as you turn your back at him as you walk away

"No-" he takes your hand as you snatch it off and he frowns

"Do you have any idea?"

"Of what?"

"What would I have done?"

He knows what you're talking about and it deepens his regretful features as he looks at you

"I endured a lot, Eddie- I would've told anyone else about how awful you are to me, I would do it, anything at all, worse than anyone" you say between chokes of your tears making your throat tighten at how bad you feel about your relationship

Not only your relationship but how bad you feel about yourself

"I can't because I love you-" you murmur as you look down in the floor, you don't wanna see how broken you are

"But I do-" he tries to hold you but you keep backing away from him and it saddens him

"No, you don't- Eddie, don't say things that you didn't mean" you look back at him and now he sees even just a glimpse of you of trying to keep yourself together, for him, there's a heavy weight falls to his chest, a feeling that he has never felt before

A feeling that for sure that he will blame himself in the future

Not now, but he will realize it sooner

You took matters into your own hands

After his last concert of his tour, you already packed up and ready to go, you got your passport ready, everything is settled

As much as you wanted to stay with him and be with him forever, no matter what can you do to argue with him nothing will ever change

Even you turn the world upside down nothing will ever happen between the two of you

He's jaded, he couldn't even break it

You are frightened about your future

You will always be the one to look out for him but what about you?

You loved him but he doesn't and you're just wasting your time for someone who will never ever repay of what you did to him

"Hey, baby-" he enters the backroom of the stage

He kisses you but you only gave him a peck knowing damn well if you gave in, it will be you who under the covers again naked and it will be a neverending cycle

You need to cut the tie off, you wanted out

Doing what's right, without a reward

"What's the problem?" He pulls back as he held both of your shoulders

"I am leaving you, Eddie" god- you can't believe words like that would come out of your mouth

You've never thought this day would come

"What? come on- sweetheart, you don't mean that" he kept holding you in place it's almost like he is begging you

"But I do, Eddie-"

"You said before that you can be patient"

Oh

Right, he was right about that, but your time with him has been washed out, it's tiring, you already did become patient only to be neglected all the damn time

"I did, but not anymore"

"Baby- don't"

"We don't have to fight, Eddie!" You tear yourself away from as you move backwards, his shoulders slumped down as he runs a stressful move to his hair

"It's not even worth fighting anymore" you hold back your tears as you pick up your stuff

His eyes widens and he hugs you from the back "N-No- please"

"Eddie, let go of me" your bags fall from your grasp as you tried to take his wrists off away from your body

"W-What do you want?" He takes out a shaky breath as his eyes goes everywhere to your face

"I loved you and I still do" you point it out to him and you let the bittersweet tears streaming down from your cheeks

You began to stomp and push him by the chest angrily as he hangs his head down shameful, "Just wanted passion from you!, just wanted what I gave you!

"Eddie! I've waited and waited!" Your voice cracks as you couldn't even recognize yourself how beaten you are from this foreboding relationship

You laugh at yourself as you wipe your tears away, "Man, am I the greatest?"

"But you are-" he steps forward as he wants to hold you but he couldn't

He lost you now, it's his own fault for taking you for granted

You huff, "God, I hate it" you shake your head at yourself

"All my love and patience, unappreciated" you flash him with a sad smile as you sniffle

"Don't talk like that, I do appreciate-"

"Stop fucking lying! Eddie!" You exclaim as you sigh in exasperation

"This is who I am, I don't do what you wanted me to do" he defends himself, you shut your eyes as you look at him

All you can see is no remorse, no regret, no fear of what things could've been, should've been, would've been

But you can also see that he is sad and that look will always haunt you, if only he can see what you want him to see

As much as it hurts you even more, you know and you highly doubted that he won't ever change, he has no plans to make himself a better person

"I know, that's why I am leaving out of your life, Eddie, it's over" you say as your face went nonchalant again like nothing happened earlier

He froze at your words as he blinks fast as he watches you walking out of him as he stare at your back and you stopped as you look back at him again for one last time

He thought you would come back to him but to your eyes says no otherwise

"I shouldn't have to say it, you could've been the greatest"

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the description fits this sukuna drawn by @cuviz . i'll commission (they're open!) a fitting piece to this story, so stay tuned.

"…field worker of food enterprise »yūjiocha« has collapsed on the 24th of this august. health officials have shared that the 52-year-old suffered from breathing difficulties up to a heat stroke. following this shocking incident, the company has been under fire due to its low payment of field and indoor workers in rural sendai. the company's domicile in tokyo has been blocked by strikers as we speak, demanding fair working conditions. what makes citizens worry is the CEO-"

"anotha day with the same ol' stories," the taxi-driver mumbles, his head cowering under the windshield to examine the billboards.

you follow his direction and are greeted with the shiny exterior of ads over ads, raging from fashion brands to promotional thumbnails for upcoming movies. they contrast wonderfully with the grey and damp weather, the vividness too intense for this early traffic jam.

orange plus green letters of the said brand appear with a 3d animation of a rotating matcha tea packet. the name alone makes you swallow, your shoulders knotted as rain drops glide down the window. "hm, unfortunately."

"headin' there, aren't ya? ya're with dose devils?" you are quick to pick out his sarcasm but don't hold back from covering your chest with sweaty hands. "no, no! i'm here for the press conference! have to step in for my colleague, that's why."

"ya nervous?" from the backseat you hear the lightness in his tone. if he can sense it, than what's the point of trying to make excuses? really, it was a mixture of both excitement and nauseau. if it weren't for your co-worker telling you last minute, you would've had to wait for the next blue moon. it couldn't be compared to the never-ending online researches at home - this was a once in a life time opportunity for your career.

your thoughts come to an abrupt stop when the car pulls over. "kick their asses, yeah?"

"… queries are only allowed within your designated time. please refrain from shouting out," after half an hour of a protracted introduction with the help of a slide-show, the lady in glasses puts the microphone down - especially painful when your view is blocked by loads of technical equipment and tall backs of men in suits.

"good morning, shibuya network speaking here. we're interested in hearing the opinion of the CEO himself." the reporter sits down and the action builds anticipation in you with how swift this already works. nothing like what's shown on edited broadcasts or 30 pages of transcript for homework.

you raise your chin from the back of the spacious room. the two men at the podium exchange expressions. at first you don't understand their worrisome looks, until a screeching vibration echoes in the hall, as if an object is being dragged along something sharp. you squeeze your eyes open to the third person in the middle.

"you wanna hear my opinion?" your gaze dances across the room, trying to search for a reaction in the several women and men around you. have they just heard the exact same thing as you or are you caught in the sketch of some sadistic comedian?

"yes sir, your opinion."

the silence doesn't drag on for long, "of what?"

"sir, one of your worker-"

"i'm aware of that."

"after he collapsed-"

"yeah?"

"what exactly are you-"

"what are you aiming at?" a quasy feeling settles in your stomach.

"sir, what measures are you going to take?" the man finally snaps with rushed words, as anyone else would naturally do so.

"doin' as always." his face is cold, his movements solid.

"next question please," the spokesperson on the left side states.

you mouth goes dry. you recall why you've been hesitant when you got the call from your fever-plagued office partner, nobara kugisaki.

a few journalists and news outlets survey general questions relating to the company itself which makes your legs bounce with thin patience. can't they postpone these for another public gathering? at this state you weren't even sure if everyone would get a turn.

"in the last five years ryomen sukuna has held back from providing the public with clarifications on the many rumors he has been involved in… mr ryomen, would you be so kind and enlighten us?" a tall, white-haired woman sits down. some part of your brain tells you that she is grinning, although her voice has been stagnant despite some alarmed countenances on the stage.

the addressed man leans back - not without a chuckle though.

the next participant takes the mic. you are confused.

you reread your notes. is it worth asking when this conference has either denied or made fun of the press inquiries this far? you aren't one to defend gossip magazines who survive off his or anyone's questionable past, but this was too out-of-place for your own liking. simply put: it is disrespectful.

"good stories osaka, mr ryomen, please tell us about your alco-"

"we don't entertain this type of output from here on. please focus on recent activities or refrain from speaking."

you follow the white bow. "good morning, kyoto today here. sir, have you already been in contact with the victim's family? and how will you compensate your workers in the future? thank you for your cooperation." your ears perk up and you immediately cross out one scribbled line.

"that man is out of the hospital. i don't see a need to compensate anyone."

gasps and whispers spread throughout the tense air. right now, you can observe the only positive: the reporter's stance - how she confidently protrudes among the hushed outbreak, her grip on the microphone unwavering.

"so i'll take you don't intend on raising the standard of your worker's conditions anytime soon?"

"never planned to."

honestly, you aren't sure what to do when the room errupts with audible complaints and writers violently pressing down on their keyboards. "is this legal?" a reporter with a green notepad wants to know. others demand their camera men to "get everything on camera! no, zoom in!" and give them a slap on the back to get closer.

"please keep it quiet for the last contendors - if not, we are obligated to cancel this session."

your heart picks up at an uncomfortable frequency. you take deep breaths.

"from the daily press - mr ryomen, how will you deal with the recent protest in front of this very building?"

the men around him have long ago loosened their ties, sitting back in their chairs, handkerchiefs pressed against their red temples. by reading them you understand their missing courage to talk some sense into the CEO. even if, is this man capable of seeing his own faults?

"i'd like to see how long they'll drag this out - prolly not long."

the lady's arm points upward, "but sir! you are aware the people outside are your employees, right?!" it wasn't the first time during this knot garden that an interviewer has sounded like they are on the edge of insanity.

"so? there are enough volunteers who will take their places."

the woman near you sinks down without another word. your wrinkly page has ended up as a muddy ball of paper. you could theoratically get up and leave at any given time but with the cramped up space around you, you'd have to sit through this until the end.

thanks to your inner monologue you almost miss the black object pocking into your panorama.

now or never.

when you take the mic into your hand, you wince at the short self-noise. "kanagawa news… sir, i'll be brief: what's your purpose at yūjiocha?"

you can't unsee the way his knuckles push against the side of his cheek with the most uninterested glare - pierced brow not moving an ounce while you are mentally fluctuating for his answer.

"you tell me what my purpose is. you journalists love to pretend to know everything. isn't that so…"

you raise your brows. his derisive layer of throwing you and other hard-working writers into the same pot with gossipers leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

"sir, i didn't assume anything. my question is: what's your personal ambition - you don't give the impression of having a goal as the chairman of your own company." you're at loss for words by none other than your own self. from the edges of your vista you find heads sticking together. the camera directed at you doesn't go unnoticed either.

that was the harmless part - not when his eyelids drop at your comment. in a flash, you question your own professionality. are you wrong?

"oh, so now you're telling me what to do?"

you huff. "that is not my intention, sir. i'm wondering why this - when you're acting reckless with the company of your-"

"a nobody from the gutter press is seriously teaching me about my business? tch."

"next one," the spokesperson moves on.

you remember the prominent throb in your throat, blurring out the last back-and-forths until everyone, one by one, started to exit the hall. his team is the first one to do so and you fear that this belittling memory will never fully dissolve.

the next day doesn't reward you for your rookie service either. the brown-haired woman walks up and down, prior to sitting down and repeating the same pattern anew.

"…means i can't use it?"

nobara, your senior of two years with more experience in the world of critical writing supports her head with her right palm. "hold on," the corner of her mouth twists in annoyance as she analyzes the screen of her pink tablet.

"these sons of bitches have not only imposed a copyright restriction because of a goddamn power point presentation but also threaten us with cutting our money!?" it was only a question of time when she would go berserk. you weren't going to risk calming her down when she had all the right in the world - unfortunately copyrights excluded - to complain about the supergiant's legal terms.

as you found out - just hours ago after terrible five hours of sleep - the press is not allowed to share the conference recording on any platform. on top of that, the financial pressure of withdrawing advertising money is pushed down your throats in case companies release a - as quoted - smear campaign against their precious CEO.

"i don't get it… why attempt hiding it? the media already knows," you chew on your lip at the thought of having to let your very first citation go to waste. you weren't going to allow your own sweat and (almost) tears go down the drain. not when they are the ones in the wrong on so many levels.

"i'll tell you why… these pigs can't risk more damage! knuckles-deep in the mud and they still have the audacity to stop journalism! over my dead body!" the aroma of berries floats your nostrils when she raises her steamy mug.

"what's the plan?"

"(name). see this as your first main quest from your kugisaki girl herself, 'kay? WE'RE GOING TO FINISH THIS NO MATTER WHAT! EVEN IF THEY WERE TO FLOAT THIS OFFICE! those recordings aren't going anywhere!" her arm cramps up when the coughing fit returns.

you immediately begin your text, fueled with fire from her motivational speech. as your job requires, you are here in the first place because you've promised to reveal the shady side of the business world. you wouldn't want to let your partner in crime down - not when you were entrusted with this important task.

"thank you, nobara-san."

"that's the spirit, rookie. let's end those wretched capitalists! they better be grateful that i had a fever… i would've jumped them all!"

the yellowish light of your overly bright display blinds you in the shades. the blue logo of the daily press dissapears. your thumb enters the key words and urgently scrolls down the black on white.

user8653346

another nepo baby who gets away with THEIR usual egotistic IDIOCITY. we live in a rich man's world everyone!

anonymous

I'm dissapointed with the amount televison and CO publicize. Why do they downplay the traumatizing event of a victim and make traces of the protest dissapear.... inhumane. Thank you and anyone else who has covered this evil crime for us.

z.9999

Why act surprised? He has a bunch of illegal acts held against him yet he gets away!!? I'm more concerned for the people who've lost their jobs!

anonymous

threathening journalists shocks me the least... what has daddy’s company become? ヾ(´∀｀)

a notification from nobara pops up, showing screenshots of hilarious responses under other tokyo-based publications over the last days. it's quite a relief they haven't held back either.

but the happiness wouldn't last long of course.

"utahime-senpai just emailed me. (name), you can't imagine how enraged i am. meet me at the office." the green and red symbols dissapear along her name.

your heart pounds as you run down the busy streets. no time to take a bite or look in the mirror. at the crosswalk, you weigh if you should get a quick meal and later hop into a taxi or train.

the neon green window display of the convenience store finds you at the right time. after paying for food and a bottle of water you're about to run to the next station, however, the magazine stand catches your attention instead. you should sprint to your office as soon as possible yet you're curious about one thing.

you turn the pages and eventually find your own article. you quiver at the touch of the physical copy. it hasn't vanished. you let out a relieved groan and with the satisfied exploration, you flee through the automatic doors.

"i would like to have a word with the manager regarding the supply of non-updated newspaper in here."

"nobara…"

the said woman is leaning her arms against the top of her cluttered desk. without any remark you place your bag down.

her lids are shut.

minutes pass.

"these fuckers have taken down utahime-senpai's entry," striking back this early? "legal protection for copyright violation! copyright violation?! - they can't be serious!" her skin slams against the wood, twice. she lets out another yell, "gahhh!"

"she hasn't inserted the entire video material on her website," you can't find a reason why on god's green earth there should be any dilemma with her senior's article. it's not like writers aren't familiar with the rules in connection to giving credits, likewise with how and when to use correct quotations and other sources.

"ah you see, three minutes out of 2 hours crisis communication is too long! hah! how dare we forget about proprietary visuals! that half-assed presentation and ugly logo are allegedly commercialization!" she clears her throat in a dramatic manner, "now they limit distributions unless certain parts are changed. exploitation of underlying speech my ass!"

you curse under your breath. "what about us? have we exploited proprietary materials?" you cringe at the terms.

she shares the same sentiment, although now more wearisome. "that's why i've invited you over. just got a message from the pitiful sons themselves," she rolls the computer mouse with her index. "i'm not surprised anymore," she lets out. "we consider filing for legal action regarding the article written and published by your media press journalist (fn) (name) in case it is not taken offline within the next 12 hours,"

you bump into her side and continue to read out loud, "the content of the article titled »fair payment for hard labour: executive ryomen sukuna's biggest income or greatest weakness?« on the 28th of this month includes reputation-damaging conspiracy on behalf of CEO ryomen sukuna's private and professional credibility. our chief executive officer has suffered great harm to his public image in recent days through burgeoning cyber harassment and thus financial destabilization.

the usage of »[…] he's shamelessly open about his lacking empathy for his own work force.«, »[...] getting his position handed (and maintained) on a silver platter […]« and the last paragraph in your text, »what does mr ryomen intend to achieve? one can only look at the priviliged offspring with the empathy he seems to miss whenever he makes an appearance on national TV […]« are missleading accusations without official proof. throughout his career as an executive chief, ryomen sukuna has worked hard for his responsibilities no matter what grand force he is facing.

we must also remind you that mr ryomen has fairly earned his position as the heir of the late wasuke itadori. his accomplishments as a widely-accepted humanitarian representative can be reached via the links provided below. we request you take your article offline or we are duty-bound to take legal proceedings against your company »kanagawa news« and journalist (fn). we are looking forward to a quick response."

you are torn between laughing and touching grass outside. "isn't that funny?" the brunette turns to you but you shake your head in disbelief. "this must be a sick joke."

"not gonna lie, i was a click away from sharing this on my socials. should've send it to every single media channel in this damn prefecture. hah… what a circus… humanitarian? pff…"

your fingers poke at your forehead. you never had to deal with this before, not when you had already covered big names once or twice without any backlash on how angelic their respective nepo babies are. a brat disguised as a grown man… making his minions do the dirty job while he is getting payed millions for exploiting farmers and factory workers.

you can't believe it.

the difficultty of trying to swallow is suffocating. besides just giving up and doing as they preach, this is surrendering - falling down on your knees to get spared by his hierarchic superiority. is this how the rest gets treated behind the scenes? - getting their own principals deranged by some power-hungry maniacs? oh, you have truly underestimated them.

another pause befalls the small office. you see colleagues from the other department pass by the huge pane. the broken light bulb above is twitching. you huff in exhaustion. nobara should tell you what to do since any decisison today will be regretted in one way or another.

"we can't give those bastards the satisfaction," she finally breaks the silence, "let's make them shake longer and solve this pile of shit in the evening, i'm too tired for this freak show. also… we can't delete your oscar-worthy exposure just yet, can we?"

purples and oranges bleed between the mild blue patches. when you step out, the town is dipped in a desaturated shade. at least the sun isn't fully up so you can escape the heat in the confinement of your four walls.

with every step you fall deeper into a spiral: a dark abyss of humiliation and utter disgust in the face of your new reality. what wong-doing outside of wanting to serve justice have you commited? you want to scream to your heart's content but even that is prohibited to you.

damned be that disgusting man.

what makes his horrible soul deserving of power when he's shamelessly spitting at workers? just because he doesn't consider them worth his while?

your skin burns with anger whenever you revisit his responses. a nobody. you shouldn't let it get to you but experiencing it first hand leaves you with wishing him the absolute worst. your article could only express one-sixth of your honest opinion on a self-centered bitch like him. you can't wrap your head around the fact that he still stands proud as the official CEO. no consequences for him.

"ahh!"

the numbness is abruptly replaced by a mild ache in your nose.

"oh i'm sorry!" you are still busy holding your face when you catch a glimpse of your opposite. the novelty of the stranger's face feels weirdly soothing the exact moment you meet his blue orbs.

"my bad! hey, are you hurt?" his limbs spread out with a respectful distance, his concern tangible.

"it's okay!" you wave your hand, "should've looked where i go and not space out, hih," you try to lighten the situation with a chuckle. it does its wonder as he drops his long arms to his sides.

"you're from here?" you are taken back by the asudden quizzing. "uh, yes," you manage to respond back after just starting to slip by him. you are not in the mood to start a conversation with a male stranger so you stride with the same heaviness again.

"(fn) (name). i quite enjoyed reading your article. what was it again? - big executive who doesn't pay his employees?"

you throw a glance over your shoulder. should you be on high alert in his presence? who is this white-haired man and how does he know it's you? you don't have any official pictures- oh. the press conference. don't tell me he's one of his men? as expected, a pinch of fear gets in your way, yet you can't let that stop you.

"yeah, that's me. want to enlighten me to whom i owe the pleasure of speaking?" your arms stick to your body like magnets. as much as you want to appear strong, on the inside you try your best to not freak out.

white teeth manifest as he lets out a playful laugh at your irony. "huh, if you insist this early - gojo satoru," he does a slight bow which you accept with rolling eyes. what a player. "hope your majesty is in a joyful mood," he goes on. shouldn't you feel threatened like you've preached seconds ago?

"oh, don't escape me!" he launches forward and you pick up your pace. "what?!"

"but you didn't let me finish!" he puffs his cheeks out and you don't know how to reply to that. is he being serious? are you trapped in a money laundering scheme from nearby, perhaps?

"nuh uh, i don't need your money! on the contrary, give me a minute to introduce myself!" you try your best to stand your ground despite his childish antics. "you have to trust me for that though…" his index beckons you, "would you do a favour for me? - with recompensation, of course," he grins.

commissions, support: ko-fi 🍥

[thefemvoid]

Rhodolite Rumors;Nokto Klein

Nokto Klein x GN!Reader (no use of y/n)

Prompt(kinda): You are studying for an upcoming test Sariel is letting you have time to prepare for when Clavis enters to do whatever he did(nothing probably) Around midnight Clavis leaves the library just as Nokto is entering.

(loading screen) Rumor for ref:

Warnings: Nope! Bad grammar and punctuation isn't technically a warning, lol. Use of Belle as a title. Dialog doesn't come in untill the second half.

You were staying up late that night in order to study for a test that Sariel had put together for you to do the next morning, you weren't thrilled with how late it was.

It was probably around 7pm, after dinner, when you had started studying for the test.

Around 10pm Clavis entered to do something, you were being really quiet, he hadn't noticed you.

It is now 12am and Clavis had been in the library with you for two whole hours now, he still hadn't noticed you. Around this time you hear the door to the library open, you glance up quickly to see Nokto entering the library with a book in hand. When he looks up he freezes when he spots Clavis staring back, neither speak.

You watch as Clavis exits past Nokto leaving the two of you there in the library, alone. Nokto walks over to the desk column you're sitting at, only noticing you once you flip to a new page in your notebook, and continue writing.

You flash a small smile at him and continue work.

"Good evening, Belle." Nokto greets with his usual sly smirk, "what are you doing us so late?" he asks, propping his head up on his hand that he is leaning on.

"studying for a test" You reply bluntly, nose still buried in the book you were taking notes from.

Nokto shut up after that for some reason, it was rather uncharacteristic for him. Eventually you finished taking your notes and revising them, grabbing your books. you stand up.

"Goodnight, Nokto," You said softly, glancing down at where he sat 'studying'. You hum and lean down to kiss him on the cheek that wasn't placed on the book he was reading earlier, "Heh, cute~" you mutter with a small smile, and leave the library so you could call it a night.

~End~

YAY! I did it!! I didn't think Nokto's would be easy to incorporate into this sort of thing(It wasn't) :3

Note: I would like to say that there are only so many rumors for these characters that are capable of being translated into a fanfic prompt, lol!

Keep in mind I am still new at this!^^

[turtlesandfrogs]

One of the interesting things I've noticed (been frustrated by) is that while some herbs have a whole bunch of studies done of them, and have multiple systematic reviews and are generally well studied (*cough* St. John's Wort *cough*) others have very little research done on them.

One example of this is red Raspberry leaf and its use for treating menstrual cramps, or dysmenorrhea in the literature. Red raspberry leaf is pretty well known by people in general where I am, to the point that people who don't know anything about herbalism at all know about raspberry leaf tea for menstrual cramps. It is in many herbal books, and if you look at online forums, loads of people are saying it's effective for them, some even going so far as to say it is the only thing that works for their cramps.

Seems like something worth looking into the science of, right?

But when I go to look at the research that I can access (as a non-student, non-researcher), there's very little on raspberry for this use. I found:

One article* in the Lancet from 1941 that looked at the effects of raspberry leaf on animal uteruses, which I would recommend not reading if you're squeamish about descriptions of animal experimentation.

A paper** that referenced the above and the traditional medicinal use of raspberry, and then treated human patients with dysmenorrhea with a combination of five different herbs in one pill. It did find a positive effect, but also one of the other herbs themselves are well studied in this and has a good amount of evidence to back it up.

A review*** that says they found both mild and effective herbal treatments in the literature, but doesn't let you actually read what they are without purchasing the article, which is a massive barrier. And it doesn't reference any clinical studies on raspberry leaf. Any. Which makes me suspect there aren't any studies to reference.

Another article that just references the 1941 article and traditional knowledge.

Finally, a paper in 2002****, this time on guinea-pig ileum. They did find that it had an antispasmodic effect on the guinea pig's small intestine in test tubes.

And that is it. That's all I can find through Science Direct or Google Scholar. No large scale, double-blind, placebo controlled studies in humans. No single-herb studies in humans. No in vivo studies in humans. No review articles, because there is nothing to review. To be clear, these things all exist for other herbs, and I'm super stoked to read them.

And I'm kinda really frustrated, because menstrual cramps are really common, monthly occurrence for about half the population. They suck. If you listen to people who drink raspberry leaf tea, they say it is very effective, going so far as to prevent menstrual cramps from ever happening. You would think that this would be something that scientists have studied, because that's a huge amount of possibly preventable pain.

And yeah, we have over the counter pain medication now, but it still seems like someone would have looked into it. Because I don't think I'm the only one who would prefer having a cup of tea over the other options.

* https://www.sciencedirect.com/sdfe/pdf/download/eid/1-s2.0-S0140673600713481/first-page-pdf JH Burn, ER Withell "A principle in raspberry leaves which relaxes uterine muscle" The Lancet, 1941

** Bone, Kerry. "Phytotherapy for pain management in dysmenorrhea." Townsend Letter for Doctors and Patients 258 (2005): 57-60.

*** https://www.eurekaselect.com/article/95649 Rashmi Saxena Pal*, Yogendra Pal, Pranay Wal, Nikita Saraswat and Ankita Wal, "A Novel Approach on Review of Herbal Menstrual Cramps Relievers" Current Women`s Health Reviews 2019

**** https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1002/ptr.1040 Janne Rojas-Vera, Asmita V. Patel, "Relaxant activity of raspberry ( Rubus idaeus) leaf extract in guinea-pig ileum in vitro" Phytotherapy Research, 2002

[mcbeetlebeeb]

OOOOkaay time to dump homestuck garbage on here cause although only my friends look at my barely active page, I can't ever garble my stupid gobbles out to my friends in actual person so here I am

anyways have some? domestic?? relationship? crap? headcannons 🤷

🫐John Eg fart bert☁️

typw of mfker to be out in public and just rest his head on your shoulder, causally getting groceries? in supermarket? head on shoulder. making fuckin pancake? head on shoulder. literally standing doing nothing? head on shoulder

even if he's shorter, he will do it,

don't doubt him

I think he'd have god awful pick up lines but not, like, offensive or crude, just plain stupif bad- some garbage like

"I'd bring you too the movies but they don't let you bring your own snacks :("

like sneaky almost, some would genuinely be so thought out it'd just smear right over your smooth brain

fuckin- breath pick up lines, always-

"I hope you know CPR! you just took my breath away!"

whata fuckin dork

but he takes pride in that and if your interested in him you automatically become a dork yourself

you can't not get looped in with his garbage movie taste and stupid shenanigans

silly pranks with him

he'd pull pranks on you, matter fact if your his partner he'd probably pull pranks on you the most

genuinely sucha simp-

not clingy simp or overbearing simp just, yknow, can't help but go on and on about his significant other if ever brought up in a situation, probably brings them up just to do that

I think hed show physical affection in soft, gentle ways? nervous.™

like im talking hesitantly moving to hold your hand, or doing that stupid move of yawning and placing your arm around the other person and bringing then closer

holding you by the sides of your arms, gently trailing down to hold your hands

so soft for you, an even bigger dork when its just yall, absolute bafoon, a fool for you I'd even say

he 100000% babbles about you to his friends, and your friends, and you- lmao, his whole friend group will and can not escape his wrath of adoring you

absolutely talking Jade and Rose's ear off about you cause Dave can't take another moment of it-

will tell you how amazing and cute and this and that you are

no hesitation

I think hed be more than comfortable with pda, holding hands?

yes.

face smooches?

absolutely.

picking you up like a damn bag of flour over his shoulder?

indeed.

🪅Gamzee Makara🧫 (gamgee maraca)

gonna be honest with you? probably a bit stinky

and not in like a swamp ass way like, he just distinctly smells like face paint and whatever who's guess at sopor slime smells like if it even has a smell-

mfker looms over you

he doesn't get like half of the words you say into his brain a lot of the time unless you specify its importance

he's trying his best

but regardless of not actually listening to your words, he loves listening to you talk, just speaking, he could stare at your face all day

like- in an unblinking manner but still lovingly

speaking of your face, that's what he'd mostly end up hugging, he's already hunched over a shit load so when he hugs you he just hugs your whole dome to his chest

probably garbles some silliness to you in a drunk/high like state, just holding you impossibly close to him and mumbling some junk like

"YoU..yOu GoT a NiCe..A nIcE fAcE..aNdD..sMeLl GoOd,,..WaRm"

I like to think the higher up on the hemospectrum(?) idk that trolls gradually get like more cold-blooded? if that makes sense?

okay like the higher it goes up the more the troll has a tough time gaining and keeping warm

he'd love warm stuff, like some big cat he'd just flop on it and purr away

you get clown makeup on your face each time he gives you a smooch, I don't make the rules

honestly would sniff you, and like, not subtly like straight "SNIIIFFFF"

can seamlessly re-create the actually honk squeek sound, but yknow, saying honk is much easier

and god forbid he finds you sitting or relaxing

all up in your biz, not like, verbally but he's already waddled over and rested his head on your lap or wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer

I think hed be really mushy gushy over physical affection, not like embarrassed but he just enjoys it greatly and will do anything for you to play with his hair more

tbh a bit scary ngl, like, has that uh, union effect from Steven Universe, just sorta appears sometimes, there, observing,

he'd try and get you to eat sopor slime, he wouldnt force you but he'd definitely like, lean in with a tin of it and try and convince you, but he's not shoving it down ur gullet

probably great at taking snuggle naps, like he could most likely just drape all his limbs over you like some limp cat and just peacefully snooze away

also that whole shit of trolls having nightmares if not all snuggled up in sopor slime?

I love to believe it's canceled out by another person snuggling with them,

and that person is you of course,

you can't leave his presence without like a visable mark somewhere on you that you where around him

wether that be clown make up or sopor slime smeared somewhere on you

or you wearing his shirt, or his incredibly long pants

he's also a dork

I think hed enjoy how squishy humans are in general

he'd hold and love every part of you with a lopsided smile

hugging his arms around your hips as he leaves sloppy kisses against your tummy, smudging clown makeup on you

aahugh sleepiness is kicking in but I don't care I must persist because I'm. GAY.

Dave Strider (who names their child this)

breaking news! he's also a major dork

but in secret?

and an even bigger dork when its just yall

type of mfker to just pour his heart out to you in a way that makes you blank in the brain and then go "haha sorry that was weird" or "my bad that was probably cringe"

so unbelievably soft for you behind door, cannot do pda- for the life of him-

"hey, uh I made us a playli-" "YES."

listening to music with you at any given chance, likes sharing music genres and songs

if you dont make mention of him not smiling or laughing often around others he'll just let himself slip like that yknow?

like he'll giggle and laugh at more things, stupid, silly things,

comfortable with you to say the least

CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKET, CAPE BLANKE-

like mentioned above- if you got the chance to snuggle up close to him he'd drape his silly cape over yall both,

mostly you but 🤷

probably had a god damn coronary trying to figure his feelings out

talking with Rose or John like

"I dunno the fucks wrong with me, my heart hurts and my gut feels likes its in knots like im gonna barf?- "

"you like them dave‐ you like _____."

"....i—.....whuh??-"

stammering and studdering round you like he has a speech impediment, has words in his head but just cannot execute them at all-

not with you around

it legit don't matter to him, he will call you bro, dawg, dude, homie, homeslice? home dawg?

probably would use these in an endearing way tho, just "dude?...bro?" in a loving way

"you have a smoochable face dude"

"...fruity.."

"fuck you-"

very hesitant on touching, not that he minds, he just will mentally perish if he ever made you feel weird

he'd definitely be the mfker to when cuddling with him to just to nestle and nuzzle the top of his head into the crook of your neck

mentioning cuddling- like whilst asleep, he'll still have a part of him touching you, wether it's his foot against your calf or his entire leg draped over you

[lemonhemlock]

What are snapewives?

alright anons BUCKLE UP this is going to be a bumpy ride

i received this ask yesterday & externalised it to one of my friends who is a little bit of a, let's say, MEME HISTORIAN. an internet dilettante. a dabbler. and this is what she so graciously conveyed to me for you all.

"http://web.archive.org/web/20130311072442/http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/1015949.html?thread=134116749#t134116749 ^okay this is honestly the best source if you want a quick and dirty nothing can explain it better than the post that started it all it loads slowly but it is the post I first saw :))) in fucking 2006 bc I've always been an asshole

there's also a journal article on this: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/276042424_'Snapewives'and'Snapeism'_A_Fiction-Based_Religion_within_the_Harry_Potter_Fandom :))))

also, as someone who's occasionally dipped into pagan tumblr, the way they used to talk about snape is the way some of them talk about their gods :)))

Lady Darkness: understand, I can only write when I can concentrate on my love for him. Indeed he feels so very close then, like he's looking over your shoulder to see if you do it like he wants it to be.. Sometimes I don't write for weeks, and then suddenly I am a writing machine..endless and full of ideas. Putting on some music helps though..if you know what he likes. Ever tried classical? It works really well, I think he likes it, just like he likes the dark music (not too fast, a little vampire rock style ) I hope he'll be telling you to keep making pictures, they're awesome! Some are so good I feel so moved by them I have to see them, and yes..he feels so close then sigh

https://fanlore.org/wiki/Snapewives ^the fanlore page is easier to understand, but it doesn't have the impact of the original

ETA: On October 14, Lady Darkness and Snapemaniac reconciled. Said Snapemaniac, "I have returned to the Master's Dungeons. My loyalties lie with Severus. As of today, they're talking about how it'd feel to be "caught full force in that glare" of Snape's.

insane :))))

ETA 3: Snapemaniac is just as nuts. "Severus Snape intimidates JKRowling. This is why she wouldn't want to meet him. She is afraid of him."

the comments are also a riot, if you can have a look at some of them (the webarchive LJ link)

Severus is looking over his shoulder at me and he seems suspicious of my laughter- "TELL ME, CAN YOU READ?….MY NAME IS SEVERUS SNAPE, THEREFORE, DO NOT TAKE LIBERTIES WITH IT!"- SNARLED SNAPE The things I feel Severus won't tolerate: 1) Being dominated 2) Disrespect (do not call him just Snape, he hates that.) 3) Prying into his personal life/disregarding his privacy 4) Being told to give up his grudges [talking about Potter] 5) Disobedience to his commands/advice/wishes 6) Being ignored 7) Undermining his authority to anyone else 8) Silly behaviour/childish behaviour 9) Being harrassed/made fun of/laughed at/picked on He really hates this /He sees laughter as nonsense and doesn't waste his time with it./ 10) Wasting his time and efforts 11) Half-heartedness/weakness of any kind/being thought of as weak 12) Shortening of his name and adding 'cutesy' words to it [UGH!!] 13) Improper use of language and misspelling words/vulgarity-constantly 14) Laziness of any kind [All Capricorn No-Nos] Imagine Severus standing at your back with his nose pressed to your ear, growling in that deep voice. Oh Mercy!!

'

you just don't get drama like this anymore

https://www.reddit.com/r/HobbyDrama/comments/d4wwir/harry_potter_fandom_married_to_severus_snape_on/ ^this post is also a primer of sorts :))

i'm sorry I couldn't provide the full lowdown, but I think this is good bc it's mostly primary sources :)))) you can't beat that"

[getvalentined]

I actually don't think that Premium is the goal here—I think the goal is to get as much user data as possible regardless of whether or not they're paying customers. I have a very good reason for believing this.

See, I have Premium, and I have for like four years. I am exactly what you would assume they want all users of the platform to be. I pay monthly for access to a handful of features that I find useful, and they don't serve me ads at all.

I still make sure to block all tracking cookies whenever possible, because I'm not using the Internet strictly for YouTube, and I'm not in the business of allowing myself to be tracked all across the web when I can avoid it.

A couple weeks ago, YouTube stopped working for me entirely. After having it running in the background more or less all day while I was drawing, it suddenly stopped loading anything but the skeleton.css stylesheet, which looks like this:

Nothing here is clickable, it's literally just a bunch of static graphical elements. I couldn't access my account, settings, anything. I was completely locked out of the service.

I did some digging, and found out that this is one of the things that happens when the anti-adblock protocol catches up to uBlock Origin and shuts down people who refuse to remove that protection. But...I have Premium. The platform doesn't serve me ads at all. There is absolutely no reason for them to block my access to the platform.

Still, I tried turning uBlock Origin off, and it didn't change anything. Weird.

Eventually I got ahold of someone in tech support, and I was told to do the following:

Stop using Firefox, reinstall Chrome, and only use that to access YouTube. This is because that is apparently the only browser that is "truly compatible" with the platform, and if I'm using another one then they can't promise that it will work. (This is a lie, and after a half hour of back and forth with the agent she admitted it, linking me to a page showing all compatible browsers, among which Firefox is prominently listed.)

Completely uninstall any adblockers I have on any browser that I use, because having them at all could cause YouTube to block my access. I was not told to whitelist YouTube, I was told to completely uninstall the extensions on any and all browsers, and then try to access the platform again. This kind of explains the fact that turning UBO off didn't work—the implication here is that my account was flagged as having an adblocker active, even on an alternative browser, and the account itself would be blocked until they were removed.

I was told that unless I completed both of these steps—and these were the first troubleshooting steps offered to me, as a note—then we wouldn't be able to move forward with the tech support process. Literally, if I did not do these things, the agent would not even attempt to provide any more help. I basically told her that was unacceptable, and we went back and forth for a while longer. She told me that adblockers are not a form of Internet security, so removing mine would not leave me vulnerable to anything, and told me to install Chrome an additional four times. I told her that I was not going to install Chrome. She told me that we couldn't move forward unless I carried out every step she instructed me to do in order to fix the problem.

I told her that I was sorry if I seemed nasty, but it seemed like she had no intentions of actually offering any help and was just following a script telling her to make me install Chrome—and that she needed a better script. Her response was "I'm sorry I don't have better news for you," and that ended the conversation.

Again, one more reminder, I have Premium. I am not being served ads at all. That didn't matter, I was still instructed to uninstall those extensions outright, and refused assistance or access to a platform I pay for unless I agreed to do so.

Want to know how I got the platform to load again?

I manually turned off JUST the tracking cookie blocker.

They don't care about users' money, they care about users' data. They care about knowing what you are doing and where you're doing it, even when that information isn't being used to serve ads.

Anyway I cleared my cache/cookies, updated the extension, logged out, restarted Firefox, manually turned the tracking blocker back on, and logged back in. It's worked fine since then.

[crmsnmth-journal]

4/29/2024 9:16 PM

My day started with excruciating pain in my stomach at 4:30 in the morning. I slept on the bathroon floor and woke up in so much pain, I thought something had ripped inside of me. This meant fuck the cost, I'm going to the ER. So I called my grandmother and asked her to drive me. If I would've waited an hour, I could've made it to Urgent Care. Does not matter. The pain I felt this morning was some of the worst cramping I've ever felt.

My town's hospital is…well, not good. There's only like two or three actual doctors, and the one I got today just solidified the my opinion of it. After getting me in a room, the nurse did the usual. Immediately got me on IV fluids because I guess I was extremely dehydrated. It took four pokes to get it in. That doesn't phase me. It happens alot. Side effect of the bad days. The doctor came in, explained they wanted to do a CT scan of my stomach and intestines. So that means I get to drink the worst tasting contrast fluid. I've had a lot of contrast fluid, but this was by far the nastiest stuff I've had. Either way, that takes an hour then before I can get in the CT. An hour passes and we get the CT done. I'm told I'll have results in twenty to thirty minutes. IT WAS AN HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE ANYBODY EVEN CAME BACK INTO THE ROOM. I couldn't even lay on the bed. I was curled up on the floor and rocking back and forth. The nurse saw this. The doctor saw this. And nothing. When asked to rate my pain, I put it at an eight. Doesn't that say something? I wasn't offered anything for pain until I left, which is fine. I can't allow opiates, so they had some other one I've never heard of that they gave me. I got sent home with a bottle of Magnesium Citrate and a good luck. I've spent the rest of the day yelling at god in the bathroom. It's going to be a long night. And I've got to play a gamble at some point. I have to take my meds…I'm holding it off for as long as I can, as the real show didn't start until a few hours ago. I feel a million times better in my stomach, thankfully. But getting there, and finishing this is not an enjoyable experience. And my doctor wants me to take a dose of miralax tomorrow. Flush the whole system I guess.

My laptop is being stupid again. It won't load most websites. Tumblr still works, bing's home page works, and spotify works. It's with all browser's too. Edge, Firefox, Chrome. Not one of them works right and I don't know what that's about. I tried looking up some fixes but not one of then works except for restarting my laptop, and that only lasts for about an hour. I have hardwired into the net. But this isn't the only problem with this laptop as it grows in age. Sometimes the wifi adapter just stops working. I have to do a full battery drain to get it to work again, and I'm sick of losing my wallpaper.

[donnerpartyofone]

I received a direct message including only the word "hi" from the bot above, whose blog contains only the extremely relevant-to-my-interests post above, while I was loading up this whole screed about how incredibly stupid I am, featuring this large pile of blank paper that I just paid to have "printed", twice, because I couldn't possibly be bothered to actually look at or think about what I'm fucking doing at any given time.

And actually this shouldn't even have been a surprise because I'm a big dumb piece of shit in general but also because I've been fucking things up from the second I woke up this morning including triggering a catastrophic avalanche of boxes and furniture because I stacked things like a fucking idiot, right on top of the extremely idiotic place where I "stored" our Important Documents. Then I spent about an hour looking at the same movie and transit schedules over and over and over again like a fucking idiot and because I can't do addition or subtraction or even just reference my own experiences of going to familiar places and doing familiar things, and I'm actually not sure if I drew any conclusions, I just went ahead and bought some tickets anyway like a fucking idiot, one of which cost about the amount of money that I just spent on printing two different versions of the same document that was largely full of blank pages, which I rode my bike to go do without even thinking for one second about taking a lock with me, and also when I paid the first time I didn't notice that they hadn't given me the second document I asked for, at which time I realized I never told them I needed it in color, so now I actually have 2/3 documents that are completely useless and a waste of money, of which I have none coming in because I've been looking for a new job for 15 years and almost nobody has ever even emailed me back and you can guess why (actually one person agreed to interview me, and I fucked up disastrously right away, and then she spent the whole interview telling me what a fucking idiot I am, and even if that wasn't a very nice or even rational thing to do, she is right).

My therapist called in sick today and I'm sort of glad because I didn't want to talk to her, but now I get to spend an extra week stressing out over how to deal with her the next time she tries to address my complex of problems by making excuses for me and trying to make me stop saying things like "there's something wrong with me" because according to her I'm fine and great and awesome even, it's the rest of the world that's fucked up! Like that's rilly cool and all but I do not understand how deciding that yes means no and up is down and black is white, and talking like bad things are good and acts of destruction and waste are not important and I'm never responsible for my mistakes, is supposed to make anything easier for me. That's just language control, which is something that cults and bad employers do, it has no material benefit besides making sure other people don't have to hear anything they don't like. But fine, let's try it. Like oh, OK, I did something really rad today by knocking over half of everything in the house because I put something important in a super smart place nested underneath and inside of a bunch of unwieldy and fragile bullshit. Then I wasted a ton of money I don't have on things I don't need because I didn't look what I was doing and I didn't tell anyone how to help me. That was so right of me, I will never say anything is wrong again, because it isn't, wrongness doesn't exist because I'm awesome and I love myself and the fact that I'm constantly mired in problems that I myself create somehow has nothing to do with me or my thoughts and behaviors.

I guess all my problems are solved now because I learned to abandon my values and rational thought and stop accurately describing events in my life, and now I just replace every negative descriptor of my actions and reactions with positive ones, and somehow that translates into having completely inappropriate and counterintuitive feelings about myself and my life, which further somehow translates into not being depressed or stressed out anymore despite being constantly bombarded by stressors incurred by me personally, every single day, by being a fucking idiot. Oh sorry, I meant a fucking cool nice pretty talented genius who everybody loves including me. Yay, now I don't need therapy anymore. This is exactly what I will explain to my therapist when I inevitably fire her.

[reneegayde]

8 for the codex prompt?

you didn't specify anyone so gonna go with this, which isn't exactly what the prompt wants but then again half of the codex entries aren't either

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries illness

[In worn writing on a paper that has seen better days]

The keeper of the clan we recruited the two Dalish from sent a list of ingredients for the potions she was using to cure them. She said that magic was involved as well, but there wasn't time to teach the spells. I didn't expect a keeper to give up Dalish magic in the first place, from what little I know of it. If they are as sick as Duncan says, though, I don't expect this to do much good.

I don't know why she gave this to me. I am no healer, and Devenya is even less of one. When I asked, the keeper only said that a mage would be their best hope. I hope Duncan's plan for a cure to their sickness doesn't come too late.

[A list of alchemical ingredients and instructions on preparing them has been copied to the page. Below it, an addition in the same handwriting]

Wynne, Here are the notes. The mixture is incredibly potent, nothing like I've ever seen or heard of. Some of the ingredients are hard to find, but maybe using it can take some of the load off of you. I know patching us all up with magic is taking a lot out of you. Dev and I wish we could help more.

-S.

[izzetmagicorscience]

10,220,000 works in over 54,020 fandoms.

Users5,183,000

A short novel is 50k words and aprox 1mb

For lack of clearer data currently. Im using 50k words as averqfe fanfic size. Yes size can vary drastically so i think this is a good middle ground for the point i want to make

So fortunately for us, the math for the next step is easy, average fic takes up 1mb of storage

So 10,220,000 at 1mb each thats 10,220,000 mb thats easy enough which translates to 10.22 terrabytes.

Ao3 already states that they have 32 servers thats enough to just an actual farm and its included infrastructure

Which along with the actual room, is its own dedicated HVAC unit to cool the place because use guessed it servers like all computers produce heat.

The logistics beyond this get really complicated and im not go into that much effort to make the point that server farms are expensive to run so im going to be eyeballing a little more. Some other sources state that under heavy load you should allocate 5mb per simultaneous user if we assume that on average half the user base is simultaneously online at any given time then that means that you need 25,915,000 mb of ram or 25.915 terrabytes this is probably an overestimate for this given that the page mentioned it being e-commerce but it makes the math easy for now

There's also processor cores to consider which will get expensive

So further research has declared that

The Dell PowerEdge R710 is a typical server model and I'm going to assume this is what they have because it fits well enough and im already tired of having to run these numbers, so they have 32 of these for the sake of this discussion

They cost 1299 to buy.  Thats not the bad part

Thats just the framework, you still have to buy the ram and processors and hard drives which will probably be several times more. Plus the same site assumes that running at 100% cpu usage will be around $594.00 per yer per server

So that's $19,008 per uear for the entire server to keep everything powered there is so much more that goes into this, but i think I've made my point that hosting a site like AO3 is not free is it not cheap and every donation that comes in probably just saved someones fic and everyone is grateful for it

But if you still think im full of shit, then by all means please i implore you, disprove me. i would love nothing more than to see your more precises calculations on the subject saying that AO3 doesn't need donations and everything is cheap enough to be ran out of their back pocket

Askyefic is right no one is getting rich off this

*cackling*

If OTW weren’t around, this wouldn’t be “scaremongering”: It would be the inescapable status quo.

[bubble4u]

Im back on my bullshit

Idk technical terms

TW: dub con, pregnancy, cheating, home wrecking (it's taiju doing it)

OBGYN taiju loves his job

He gets to help many and see many miracles along the way. From babies to women seeking medical attention he's happy to be of assistance.

But, he won't lie his favorite part is helping those who are needed when it comes to fertility

You sit there alone waiting for you already hour late husband if it wasn't for the fact that this was the day where you'll be Intrauterine inseminated you'd shrug it off but today is super important. The nurse calls your name ready to weigh you, get your urine sample, and then have you strip off your bottoms. As you lay back you hear the door to the office open hoping it was your husband you looked to see the blue haired doctor whose been helping you through your journey.

Taiju smirks you were his favorite patient always ready and willing to try everything there is to have your own miracle but, unfortunately nothing stuck he knows it's not you he could only guess that husband of yours sperm is shit no problem he knows what to do and how to fix the situation.

You felt his big hands grip around your thighs making you face slightly heat up you were ovulating and right now taiju grabbing a hold of your thighs so he could prop your feet on the stirrups to have a good look inside lit a small fire inside you.

He could tell you were aroused your glistening wet cunt was becoming more and more wet he did a small inhale. He groaned at your scent fuck did he wanna have a taste he wiped the side of mouth the thought alone made him salivate. "So I told you to come back when youre at the peak of ovulation this is your last shot of having a baby" he looked over your open thighs seeing your worried face "there are other ways though.." you stared at the ceiling wondering what he meant "have yall tried maybe using someone else's sperm" you were wide eyed at the thought shaking your head.

You felt his finger trace along your wet folds "what will you do if this doesn't work" he asks you try not to think negatively but it's true what will you do if this doesn't work? Will you have to resort to someone else? You're sure both you and your husband were fine you two are young and healthy so it should work. "I can help" you felt like a record a scratched, you heard that right did your doctor just offer to - "your husband's sperm is shit" taiju rose from his stool heading towards the door locking it he turned facing towards you "I know you want a baby" you trembled at the thought it's not like you don't find him attractive how could you not you stalked his Instagram page. The workout videos, the after workout pics of him shirtless, you swore his body was gifted to him by god himself you'd be lying to yourself that every now and then when your husband is fucking you from behind you don't think of the blue haired doctor.

Taiju was ready to pounce and claim you as his plus he knew you liked looking at him he's not dumb you made the mistake of liking a picture and taking it back. On top of that he knew your husband was a big cheater with the multiple fake pages he made with different pics of different woman your husband was not only shit in bed but a shitty partner so in due time he'll slowly expose your husband you two already had each other's private number you'd always text him asking him for tips on what to do and try for conception. He made his way back towards your propped up lower half "your husband won't know plus there only 50/50 it'll look like me somewhat you could lie and say something like he has your father's nose and not mine"

You could feel the devil on your shoulder telling you do it that this opportunity only came once in a life time. You made direct eye contact with taiju nodding your head at his request.

Within minutes your knees were pushed to your ears, your mind was going blank, and your pussy was being pumped full of another load of heavy cum. You couldn't think the only thing that was being processed was taiju girthy cock abusing your pussy to no end every thrust he did your mind went more blank he kept hitting that spot that made you cum on an instant the protective paper underneath you was already wet and clumping up you've squirter too many times and yet you still couldn't get enough.

"Just one more " he groaned loudly pumping you more and more he's got enough cum to ensure you'll be pregnant "we need fuck to make sure it'll stick" he put his whole weight on top of you keeping your legs still pressed against your head "you know what this position is called" he slowed down a bit wanting to make this last one count for sure "it's called the mating press" he lowered his head towards your ear "I'm gonna fucking breed the shit outta you" he quickened his pace jack hammering his cock bullying your pussy that's swallowing him more and more tightening around him.

One pump

Two pump

Three

He shoved his dick inside keep still as his cum painted your insides placing his palm on your stomach pressing down making you whine loudly "see how deep I got" he rubbed your stomach lightly. He pulled put slowly but before you could get up he grabbed a hold of your thighs keeping you still in the same position you welped the stretch was starting to hurt "stop your whining it's to make sure it all stays in so relax" you nodded.

After several weeks and several fights

You showed up for your next check up doing the same procedures with the nurse only this time when taiju came in he had a big smile on his face. once again he locked the door behind him "I have some good news" he made his way behind you rubbing your still small stomach.

"You're pregnant"

@festive @novaresque @aasouthteranoswife @mianavs @danni-k @bontensucker

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Enforcers: Part 6 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.5k

tw: none

masterlist

The steady burst of snow is burning your hands.

You're frozen to the bones. And all you can hear is the chattering of your teeth as you drag the limp body of your Leviathan down the shambles of a road that once led you to freedom, to success.

Your eyes snap open as you pull yourself out of the nightmare, clutching at your shaking form underneath the sheets. You stretch your arm out behind you to feel for the man you gave yourself to the night before but find nothing but empty space.

Had you imagined the whole thing?

The grey sheets are tucked so neatly around you, and the nightstand is devoid of any of your trinkets that you know you're not in your own room. Something clatters in the kitchen, and you hear Suguru curse, making you get up and toss off the sheets. Before your hand reaches for the doorknob, you notice your lack of clothing and grab the bathrobe hanging from a hook by the door. You tie the massive cotton item around yourself and fling the door open, not bothering to fix your hair before walking into the living room.

Before you can peek into the kitchen, a pair of blue eyes catch your visage and looks twice before a smile spreads across Gojo's face.

"Aw, shit. Yuki said you were wasted, but I didn't think-- I knew you had it in you, Su, but damn..."

Suguru appears a second later, wiping his hands on a dishtowel and catching you in his bathrobe, standing in shock in the living room. "Oh, y/n," he murmurs, and pushes his bangs out of his face. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry about the noise; I was trying to cook breakfast."

"No, it's okay," you whisper, and he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes roving over your figure clad in his bathrobe.

"Looks good on you."

"Yo, can you quit flirting and hurry up? I have to brief you two on your next mission before Toji tries to beat me to the pool hall."

"Right," you sit across from Gojo on the couch, and Suguru turns off the stove to sit next to you. You notice he isn't timid in front of Satoru, placing his arm around the couch behind you. Gojo notices this and says nothing, instead choosing to thump the file in his hands onto the table. You reach for it, then open the black folder, noting the heavy redaction on many of the pages.

"This might be your biggest one yet," Gojo states, leaning forward. "You're going to be recovering some evidence needed in our search for Kenjaku."

Kenjaku. The most elusive man in the entire CSB. Known for blowing covers of CSB Kitsune, organizing massive Leviathan casualties on staged recon missions, and relentlessly terrorizing the Grand Council with threats of bringing the CSB to its knees.

Your palms begin to sweat, and Suguru takes the file from your hands, letting you lace your fingers together to stop them from shaking.

"How do we know this isn't a setup?" Suguru wonders and then looks up from the folder. "And why is y/n coming with us? This is normally Leviathan work."

"Y/n is going in as a scout. But you'll be with her, along with four other high-level ops teams. It'll be presented as a routine inspection of the systems, but you two will orchestrate the recovery. The other four teams will assist with entry and extraction."

"And what kind of evidence is this?"

"Files." Your mind flashes to the files sitting in the trash on your desktop, and you inhale deeply. "Files from a computer linked to a DDOS attack from his base. You'll be going in and retrieving them with a thumb drive." The thumb drive is slapped onto the table, the silver color shining in the light of the living room.

"When do we leave?" you wonder, and Gojo smiles, showing all of his teeth.

"In twelve hours, right as everyone is getting off. The building will need to be empty when you two go in to prevent any suspicions or reports back to Kenjaku."

"Got it."

_____________________________________________________________

Geto drives you to the rendezvous, wearing an all-black outfit and glasses that he keeps fiddling with nervously. His tattoos are covered up, but that doesn't make him look any less intimidating.

Again, he's a "security officer". Well, one without a gun, which is probably why he's fiddling with his fake glasses so much.

You consider your cover - Information Technology Officer - and look down at your outfit again. Your dress pants and frilly white blouse look the part, but you don't feel the part.

"This is too easy," you mention, and Suguru glances over at you.

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"So I just go into this room, find the computer, and plug in the thumb drive?"

"You have to locate the one--"

"Row Eleven, computer eighteen."

"You're too good at this," Suguru laughs, and you chuckle, looking out of the window. The massive building looms ahead, and you feel your gut twist painfully. As you pull into the parking garage, you watch for the first set of teams to assist with entry. They'd be disguised as guards that will lead you into the building and up to the room, and then two sets of guards would come to get you and lead you out, taking the thumb drive with them as they depart.

But why so many people? Weren't you and Suguru enough to get in and get out with the evidence?

You step out of the car after Suguru parks, and when you get to the front of the building, you see the first set of guards. They open the doors to the main floor, where people are still milling about and wrapping up for the day. Next, you're walked to the elevators, where one of the guards swipes a keycard, his eyes looking everywhere but at you and Suguru as he presses the up button. His partner stands closely behind you two, but you consider the ultra level of security a comfort.

Suguru, however, is not so thrilled.

"Can you back the fuck up?" he turns and asks the woman behind you, who steps back at the forcefulness of his tone. You look up at him and notice a deep frown line set into his brows as you walk onto the elevator, unaccompanied. Suguru punches the "7" button with his knuckle and stands stiffly as the doors close on the two security guards below.

"Everything's going to be fine," you reassure him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "You'll see." He grunts in response as the elevator grinds to a halt, and the automated voice announces, "Floor Seven". The second set of guards meets you right outside of the elevators, one taking the lead while the other walks behind you as you walk past a row of frosted glass doors. A key card is swiped again, and you go past a wooden door that has no windows before walking down a less inviting hallway.

Row eleven, computer eighteen.

The guard in front opens a door leading to the computer room, and you're met with a fierce blue glow from the dormant screens.

"Ten minutes," Suguru advises you, and you walk past him, nodding.

"Give me seven."

You count the rows from the back of the room and find the eleventh row easily, then down the long path to computer eighteen. When you sit down at the screen, your fingers quickly type in the password: TOUR-DOZE-KURD.

You take the thumb drive out of your pocket and wait for the program files to load, searching through each and every one with lightning speed.

"If I was a suspicious file... where would I be..." You open the TEMP files and instantly find a massive .zip file just out in the open. You open the ZIP extractor and wait for the files to pop up, sticking the thumb drive into the computer and inhaling before the "finished" notification pops up.

However, when the files open, your eye catches on one, in particular, making your heart stop.

Release to Y/n on (unknown date and time).

Two and a half minutes left on the clock.

You drag the extracted files to the thumb drive icon, but you click on the folder addressed to you while they're downloading.

And you discover the same videos, the same audio files, the same documents that were dropped onto your computer. Yet, all you can hear is the rushing sound of blood in your ears as you click out and look at the other files, hundreds of names and release times labeled on files.

Two other names catch your eye, and you balk, fearing the worst if you open them:

Geto Suguru. (released).

Yu Haibara. (do not release).

Once the files finish transferring with only a minute to spare, you snatch the stick out of the computer and leap up, shutting the device down before rushing out of the room.

"Suguru, there's something very wro--" You stop in your tracks as you see two men dressed in grey Kitsune uniforms standing across from Suguru, their guns pointed at the two of you. Suguru's hands are raised, and you shakily inhale, feeling the thumb drive growing hot in your pocket.

"I know, baby," he whispers, eyes focused on the men blocking your exit down the hallway. "Looks like we've been set up."

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: It’s that time of the month again! -Danny

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Listen to: ‘While I Can’ -by Keaton Henson

August 1998

Mum,

We promised we'd write to you soon, so here it is.

It's been a whole day since we left, we're currently staying at a small hotel, nothing too fancy. Doesn't matter really, we spend most of the day outside, and half of the night as well.

Italy's beautiful, so far the plan is to visit Rome, Tuscany, and Venice, of course! Harry insists on taking loads of photos, I think it's a bit of a waste, but he's paying for them anyway. I'll be sending you our favourites for safekeeping.

Hedwig isn't as enthusiastic about this weather as we are, so she's eager to leave us and deliver the letter to you. Maybe you should consider sending Pig— although he's so tiny I'm afraid he'll sweat to death! Best to keep using Hedwig, in my opinion, or you could ask Erick for Cassiopeia instead?

Harry's currently writing a letter to Uncle Moony, so these may arrive around the same time. If not, feel free to tell him and Tonks we miss them and we send loads of kisses and hugs to Teddy (and Reggie as well).

I don't have much to tell you yet, but I hope my next letter is at least three pages long.

Loves you,

Mel.

"Can't believe it's our third day here and you already got sunburnt," Mel huffed, gently spreading the gel around Harry's nose and cheeks. "Not even your dad was this careless! He hated getting freckles, which is ironic cause Mum says he loved Lily's..."

"How do you know that?" Harry moved her hand away with an amused frown.

"Sirius and I used to talk all the time! I told you, remember? When I was still mad at you and all, he would spend hours and hours telling me stories about our parents when they were younger."

"What else did he tell you?"

"That your dad and my dad used to get into ridiculous fights over their heights. That they were both lightweights so they were the firsts to throw up at parties. He also said our mums used to have petty little competitions before becoming friends, and Lily always drove my mum mad cause she was smarter, but then she had better reflexes, so mum was ahead of her on charms and D.A.D.A."

"It sounds a bit like us, all of that," Harry smiled. "Don't you think?"

Mel tilted her head. "The petty competitions to outdone one another sound familiar, yes..."

"What about you getting all angry about my height?"

"It's so unfair, the Dumbledores are very tall people!"

"The Sultens are very short, though, you shouldn't be complaining," He hissed after accidentally scratching his reddish nose. "What about being a lightweight? You drink four pints and it's over for you—"

"Oh shut up, I'll get better with time," She stuck out her tongue, making him chortle. She finished her healing and stared at it proudly. "All good. Tomorrow you'll be wearing a hat and about three layers of sunscreen. No swimming, you'll have to wait."

Harry groaned, he held her wrist and kissed the side of it.

"Very well. But you'll tell me more stories about our parents and Sirius."

"Hey, you don't have to bargain, I'll do it gladly. You know what I've been  thinking?"

"Hmm?" Harry got up and started to put stuff away, cleaning the sink while she continued talking.

"I was thinking that maybe when you're ready, we can pay a visit to your Grandad's old potion company, see if they have any old stuff? Maybe a portrait of him and his wife?"

He looked at her through the mirror. It was his funny gaze again, the one he'd gained after the war.

"I'd love that."

"It's just that we got pictures of our parents as teenagers and after they had us— oh! And that one picture Snape tore up? Remus has a copy! He said he can show it to you whenever you want— I just thought you'd like to have a picture of your grandparents, cause I have tons of those, from each side of my family, you only got to smuggle one of your mum's parents but maybe we can try and contact Duddley, see if he can send another, given that he's so keen to be nice to us now... I'm rambling."

She'd grown flustered with his staring, in the while that took her to give her little speech, Harry had turned, grabbed her by the waist, and guided her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom until her knees were against the edge of the mattress.

"Okay," He responded lowly. "Sounds good."

She frowned. "Really? I didn't pay attention to half of the things I just said—"

"You know I always listen to you," Harry pushed one lock of hair away from her eyes. He smirked. "Even the times when you're not making any sense."

"Oh, shut up."

"Make me."

"I would," Mel bit her lip. "But you look extremely funny and I'm afraid I'll burst out laughing in the middle of shutting you up if I stare for too long."

Harry scoffed, letting go of her and going back to the bathroom.

"Nevermind then, I'm taking a bath— and you're not invited!"

Mel,

Your letter arrived just in time for our weekly lunch (Remus and I were so excited to get it! Tonks and Erick mocked us endlessly about it). I miss you terribly, but I'm also beyond happy to see you two are having a nice time.

Things here are going well. Erick brings Anne from time to time and I think we're allowed to say she's part of the family now. She likes us, Anne says she feels less like an outsider with Remus and me, being used to a muggle lifestyle. Erick's gone over her, wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly asks her to marry him, but when I teased him he said you were strongly against it!

Let others mess things up and live their lives! If Harry were to ask you to marry him tonight, I doubt you'd say no. I can almost hear you say "But we've known each other since babies! They've been dating for just a few months!" Well, I dated your father for a week and I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, what's your point?

I'm getting too agitated over this thing, I'm sure you want to know about your other friends. Ron and Hermione are okay, haven't seen them much, but Molly tells me Ron's working hard to pass the Potions examination and she sounds really proud every time she mentions it. Hermione's been a little quieter, but Ginny says she's spending as much time as she can with her parents before she has to go back to school.

McGonagall hasn't found a Transfiguration teacher. After a war, people are more interested in spending their time with their families than spending it locked in a castle with a bunch of teenagers, can't say I blame them. Have you got any recommendations for the spot? I'm sure McGonagall would love to hear what you have to say.

This letter is too boring and too long, so I'll stop here. I hope I write something more engaging in the next. Send Harry my love!

Mum.

"Once we're back remind me of sending Kingsley that arrest charge for Umbridge? I completely forgot—"

"Nooo," Harry grimaced. "Don't talk about work while we're walking through one of the loveliest towns I've ever seen!"

"Sorry, sorry," She grinned. "It's just... it's been in my head all day. I don't know why. Well no, I do. You're tanned now, and the scar on your hand is clearer than ever. It annoys me that you have to look at it in moments when you're supposed to be having a good time."

"I don't mind it much, I think I'm starting to get used to the sight."

"It still sucks, that you have to get used to it while she gets to forget."

"She won't forget," Harry raised a brow. "I'm sure she started to fear for her life the second you got the office."

"Good," Mel nodded. "I don't want her to fear for her life, I just want her to be worried sick."

"I'm sure she is."

"Don't be condescending."

"Oh come on," He laughed. "Condescending? I know better. I'm sorry if I sounded that way, but I'm being honest. Umbridge is shaking in her pink, smelly knickers no doubt."

Mel snorted. "Fine. Sorry, I'm a little defensive."

They approached the small and colorful building before them.

"S'alright," He opened the door for her, Mel stepped into the small inn and Harry followed right after. "I know how you get when you're nervous. I don't blame you, in fact, I want to help."

"Oh, look!" Mel pointed to the snowy owl staring at them from the windowsill. "Mum's letter!"

Mily,

Mel is too offended to respond— please forgive her, I think being an Auror has widened her ego. She says that she's not trying to control Erick, but she knows how stupid he can be, and she doesn't want him scaring Anne away. I have to agree with her, don't I? Erick does have the talent to scare people off.

All I'll say on the matter is that Mel shouldn't worry about Erick marrying, she should worry about how easy it'd be for me to convince her to elope tomorrow.

We write to Ron and Hermione as much as we write to you and Remus, so don't worry about keeping us updated. Mel wants to ask if little Reg has learned to use the bathroom, but I'm not her owl, so I won't—

[dark smudges across the paper, the handwriting changes abruptly]

Harry's an idiot.

I won't elope with him. I'm running away with that waitress that said she liked my dress, I think we would make a lovely couple, although Harry's unwilling to admit it.

Here are some pictures of our adventures in Rome and Venice!

[two more pages with long descriptions of their stops]

As for my recommendations for a Transfiguration teacher, I truly have none. I hope she finds someone capable though, her shoes are no easy thing to fill. Whoever ends up working there, I hope they're decent. We don't want another Lockhart!

Love, Mel—

and Harry!

Harry heard her approaching the balcony, he moved a little to the side so she could stand next to him. Mel hugged him sideways and rested her chin on his shoulder, he looked at her with a lazy smile.

"I'm going to marry you."

"We'll see," She giggled. "Why the sudden warning?"

"I was thinking about Emily's letter... I think it's too soon, but I don't want you to think that I'm avoiding it. I want to enjoy our time together, and a wedding feels like it's for the others, not for us."

"Yeah, I feel the same way," She sighed. "To be honest, it's like my mum said a year ago, we might as well be a married couple for all we know. We're no different from Remus and Tonks, right? We travel together, we sleep together... we don't live in the same house, but it's a mere technicality. I know I'll spend the rest of my life with you, I don't see any reason to hurry."

"Talking about that..." He turned and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm thinking about leaving the Burrow next summer."

"Are you going back to Grimmauld Place?"

"No, I think we shouldn't go back, I don't like it. We have too many memories there. I think the best thing we can do is look after it and let Reg decide if he wants to live there or if he wants to sell it."

"I agree," She leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek, then she added, "then where are you planning to live?"

Harry didn't reply right away, then he said, very quietly. "Godric's Hollow?"

She hummed. "You would have to see that statue you told me about every day, and the house—"

"Well, I wasn't planning to live in the town... more like... near it."

"Oh," She tilted her head. "So you're planning on building a house, is that what you're saying?"

"I'm not sure... if there are any houses available I might just buy one, if not..."

She listened to him intently, but it didn't sound like Harry's heart was in the conversation. It was lacking his passion, and usually, when Harry really wanted to do something his voice was firm and decided, right now it was merely a whisper.

"Do you want to live in Godric's Hollow, or do you think that's the fit thing to do?"

"I don't know where else we could go," He grumbled.

Mel looked up at him. "We?"

"That's what I'm trying to say," He moved away from her, running a hand through his hair. "I want you with me. You don't have to move in right away, but I want to live with you."

"I would love to... but we need to consider a few things. Are we moving into this house forever, or just for a while? Do we want privacy, or do we want to live near the Ministry? Also, I would like to have Regulus and Teddy around from time to time, so it has to be roomy—"

"Alright, alright," He groaned, leaning on the balcony's railing. "I don't like being an adult."

"Me neither," She laughed. "But here we are. It's up to us now, no one here to tell us what to do."

There was a brief moment of silence, Harry reached for her hand and played with her fingers.

"You think we should think it over?"

"Yes."

"Is a year enough time?"

"Dunno, but we can try."

He smiled at her. "I'm sorry if I'm being too—"

"Pushy? Impulsive? Impatient?"

"Shut up," Harry chuckled. "Yeah... sorry."

"Well, it's understandable, you've never been able to live without me," She joked. "You want me all to yourself. Never thought you'd be this selfish, Glasses."

"I am," He pulled her close. "I am selfish when it comes to you."

"I don't belong to you, though—"

"If that were the case, I would be yours. I know it's not though, it's just an expression..."

Mel looked away to hide her silly grin, she couldn't believe Harry was making her blush.

"You say the stupidest things sometimes..."

"You don't like it when I make you flustered, that's it," He laughed. "The great Mel Dumbledore can't act like a schoolgirl, that'd be ridiculous."

"Exactly."

"But Miss Dumbledore forgets," Harry smirked. "That I know how to bring out the schoolgirl in her. I'm your weakness, aren't I?"

"You think too highly of yourself," She retorted teasingly. "If I remember correctly, it wasn't me the one who spent a whole year sulking because their crush wouldn't look their way."

"You're right," His smirk grew. "You spent three years pining before I decided to kiss you."

He lifted and carried her back into their hotel room, both laughing.

When they came back from their trip —which lasted longer than they'd planned— it was time to send off Hermione and Remus back to Hogwarts.

Teddy's hair was now bright purple, and Regulus was completely able to use a toilet now, although he needed to be accompanied by someone so he didn't fall in.

Erick had an announcement to make during dinner, he stood and spoke in a very clear, but nervous tone:

"I have a job," He said. "I got a letter yesterday."

"Oh," Mel raised a brow. "I didn't know you were looking for a new one?"

"I wasn't— Well, not at first," He laughed shortly. "Emily and I were talking the other day... and I thought, what's the worse that could happen?"

"Right, 'cause that's never been a dangerous question," Ron frowned. "So what're you doing?"

"I'm the new Transfigurations teacher at Hogwarts..." His voice got stuck at the end of the sentence. "That's— that's all I wanted to say."

There was a stunned silence after his words. Ginny cackled.

"Professor Flint!" She snorted. "You realize half of your students will be former classmates?"

"Well if they listened to me while being just a student, they'll listen now, right?"

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Mel leaned back on her chair, a little smirk arising.

"No," Erick scowled at her. "Wipe that look off your face."

"She's not saying anything bad!" Hermione replied in surprise. "I do think it'll be fun! Erick, we're all very happy for you!"

"Oh, I know you are," He glared. "But I know that face— she's already thinking of a way to embarrass me!"

"Prince, what kind of friend would I be if I ruined your first year as a Professor?" She asked innocently. "I was just thinking... would it be too much if I send you a massive bouquet of flowers addressed to 'the little young thing at the teacher's table'?"

Everyone burst out laughing, Erick fell back on his seat and covered his face with one hand, Anne patted his arm softly.

"Now guys, don't be mean!" Hermione said. "I'm sure he'll be a great teacher!"

"I don't doubt that," Ron grinned. "He's always loved to be in charge. I reckon a classroom full of kids is the perfect place for a control freak like you— and we thought no one was strict enough to fill McGonagall's place!"

"Oh, he fits in perfectly," George walked over to Erick and squeezed his shoulders a bit too tightly. "Just be careful with the students, Prince! You'll be getting a bunch of Valentine's this year—"

"What did I say about hiring a new Lockhart?" Mel added in fake exasperation, a grin still plastered on her face.

"I'm not Lockhart!" Erick claimed in outrage.

The young Dumbledore took pity on her friend, she stood and asked everyone to be quiet, then approached him and smiled, this time proudly.

"Hogwarts just gained a brilliant Professor," She seized his hand and shook it. "You were the right choice, Mr. Flint. Make us all proud."

Flint scoffed a little, but there was a faint blush across his cheeks that grew ever warmer when Anne leaned and kissed his temple.

"Well, this calls for a toast!" Mr. Weasley went to the kitchen and came back holding a bottle of firewhisky and glasses that he quickly distributed across the drawing-room.

"To Erick—"

"And Remus!" said Tonks.

"And Remus," Mr. Weasley nodded.

"Good luck!" Harry said.

"Good luck indeed," Mel grinned, taking a long swig of her glass and clapping along with the rest of the group.

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