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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year ago

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In honor of the season, what are holidays like in the spirit world? Have they been infected by Christmas yet? I imagine they inherit some popular ones from the world of the living, but also the unique holidays of the afterlife must be wild.

You come to me, on the eve of the High Holiday of Halloween, and ask me about Christmas??

I'm kidding, you're asking about holidays in general but my unsuspecting Agnostic Ass just got jumpscared by Mariah Carey, and I'm sensitive. It's not the season. Not for another 48 hours at least. Do Not Violate The Sacred Treaty.

...

Anyway, this ended up in my drafts for a few days, so: Christianity has not really gotten a foothold in soul society, but via cultural osmosis "Xmas" has. Nobody in a Shinto afterlife believes in monotheism, but they love a holiday and a Saint is practically a Kami anyway, but.... It's "Xmas" because the holiday in no way remotely resembles Christmas as practiced in the living world.

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Scene: 4th Division hospital, a few days after Rukia is rescued and Aizen departed for Las Noches:

"-CHAD!!" Ichigo bellows, almost falling in through the doorway of the hospital room, wheezing.

"I am very sure you are not supposed to be out of bed." Chad frowned, looking up from the copy of the history of soul society Captain Komamura had lent him to read while he recovered.

It was strange, to be in the care of the very people he had thought to be senseless killers not two weeks ago, but he was finding the Shinigami a generally agreeable lot. Even if the captain that controlled the hospital reminded him unpleasantly of a nun with her chaste dress, soft voice and understated but constant threat of violence.

"YOU NEED YO HEAR THIS-! He- hee-" Ichigo stumbled over to his bed and curled up on his side overcome with giggles.

"... I'm beginning to think I am incorrect." Sighed the pale-haired man at the door, frowning down at Ichigo.

"Jushiro Ukitake, I don't think I've had the pleasure of your acquaintance yet, Mr.-?" The man introduced himself and offered Chad a hand.

"Uh. Yasutora. Sado Yasutora. But everyone calls me Chad." He mumbled, cautiously shaking hands with the stranger. "You're um. You're Miss Rukia 's boss, right?"

"Yes! I believe you are her friend with the pet parakeet and good throwing arm, yes?" Ukitake beamed at him and Chad was suddenly struck by the idea that he'd seen Ukitake at a family reunion before - Impossible, obviously, but the man had the intense aura of a distant uncle. "Good show that, she loves being hurled at an opponent!"

"Oh. Thank you." Chad mumbled, Ichigo finally catching his breath. "...What are you incorrect about?"

"Christmas, apparently." Ukitake frowned, and Ichigo dissolved into snickering again. "He says you're something of an expert on the actual mythology, I only have third-hand accounts, you see-"

"No!" Gasped Ichigo, reaching over to tug at Mr. Ukitake's sleeve. "You gotta tell him!"

"I am Catholic, yes." Chad nodded. "-go on. It can't be less accurate than the version Dr. Kurosaki- Uh, Ichigo's dad- gave me last year."

"Yeah it can-" Ichigo wheezed.

"Well, ah- Christmas is a birthday celebration for an important religious figure, right?" Ukitake tried.

"Yep!" Chad nodded, giving Ukitake a thumbs up.

"The birth of Rudolph, the Star-nosed reindeer?" Ukitake tried.

Chad stared at him blankly for a moment, before his thumbs-up slowly wilted into a thumbs down and Ichigo vibrated silently with hysterics. Chad opened and closed his mouth a few times, hand waving, then covered his mouth, searching for words. Eventually he reached out and gently put his hand on the captain's shoulder to explain as delicately as possible-

"...No." Said Chad.

Ichigo rolled off the bed with a dull thud.

"-I am, however, fascinated." Chad elaborated. "Please continue."

"...I'm really sorry that I am this ignorant of your religious dogma." Ukitake winced.

"It's- don't worry about it. Tell me what you think happens on Rudolph's birthday." Chad said, sitting back and pressing his hands together.

"Well- oh, how does it start? Right- there's the Monks- Saints? that give out presents to well-behaved children during the winter holidays- Saint Claus, Saint Nicolas and Saint Kringle. And they're all very old men, and with good judgement about who does and does not deserve presents, so they're called the three wise men!"

Ichigo made a noise like a teakettle from the floor.

"Oh. Oh no." Chad giggled.

"And they travel the entire world giving out presents, but that's A Lot of houses and it was taking them longer and longer so they prayed to... I forget the name Catholics have for Amaterasu. Guadalupe?"

Chad made a noise not unlike a violently squeezing a rubber duck, and started to shake.

"-So they pray for some help getting all the presents to the children, and Whoever She Is says they're doing good deeds, but she wants to see if they're REALLY worthy of that kind of miracle, so she sends them on a journey to recover some lost holy treasures, and on the way each of the holy men wrestles with and tames a demon representing some vice or another-"

"-I. I think you've gotten the Star of Bethlehem mixed up with The Journey West." Chad realized, hands pressed together in front of his face.

"Yes that's right! She marks the direction they're supposed to be going with a bright star! So they go West, following the star! "-Ok the three wise men traveling from the east following a star part is, in fact, accurate. What's this about demons?"

"It's some sort of allegory about how all the Saints are virtues so the demons represent the vices people fall into around the holiday- Being punitive or penurious and ruining good things for others. They all had weird names-" Ukitake frowned.

"What's going on?" Captain Kyorauku asked, sticking his head in the door.

"You'll know!" Ukitake chirped with excitement. "-What are the three demons the saints conquer in the Christmas myth?"

"Krampus the Child-beater, Scrooge the Miser, and... Ah fuck I always mispronounce the last one. He's green and he sucks? The Goonch?" Shunsui frowned.

"THE GOONCH?" Ichigo shrieked from the floor.

"I. I think you mean The Grinch." Chad said, experiencing a brand new combination of horror, delight and fascination that felt like the emotional equivalent of a shrimp color.

"That's him! Oscar The Grinch!" Shunsui nodded. "Why, its only August? Also, what's Kurosaki doing on the floor?

"We are apparently very misninformed about the mythlogical origins of Christmas. This amuses Kurosaki to the point of hysterics." Ukitake explained, lightly nudging Ichigo aside with his foot and sitting on the foot of Chad's bed.

"Your version is so much better." Chad said, vibrating with excitement. "What are these treasures they're supposed to get?"

"Oh you had to ask- Shunsui love, you were the one that heard it all from Captain Kuchiki when he did his tour in the living world."

"Oh for fuckssake of course it's Byakuya-" Ichigo groaned from the floor, and Ukitake gently kicked him in the ribs to shush him.

"Uhhhh... Let's see-" Shunsui scratched at his beard."There's Eight Lost Treasures, they're all magical bells that give anyone who rings them supernatural abilities- there's the Bell of Speed, Bell of Grace, Bell of Balance, Bell of Cunning, Bell of... ah fuck. I always forget the two in the middle... -Oh! Bell of destination- not like fate, like, always being able to find your way to where you're going. Bell of Affection, Bell that gives power over wind and Bell that gives power over lighting!"

Chad blinked at him, then slowly crumpled into a ball.

"...Mr. Yasutora?" Ukitake asked, gently touching his shoulder.

"This is amazing. I love it. I'm going to die." he whimpered, voice high and tight as he struggled to breathe from laughing.

"We may have already lost Mr. Kurosaki." Shunsui muttered, poking Ichigo's shoulder with his toe. "Anyway, they conquer the demons, get all the magical bells and make it to the distant city, aand Amaterasu says 'Great job!" Ukitake continued, enthusiastic as they approached his favorite part. "-But she says 'Here's your final test: I'm going to give a special gift to one of these creatures, you tell me which is the most deserving of my favor.' and then she turns them loose in some kind of farm with talking animals. They're all good and noble animals that have done many brave deeds- dogs saved children from drowning, horse that ran across a battlefield to deliver a message that stopped a war and so on- eventually the saints find a brand new baby fawn with a bright red nose. Since it was born just that morning, it's never done anything of note, and the other animals don't really like it because it's red nose means its kind of sickly and it cant see well so they don't want to play with it."

"YES!" Chad cheered, making the connection.

"Oh, that part is right?" Ukitake perked up.

"Not even remotely, but it's amazing. They pick the fawn right?

"That's right! The saints tell Amaterasu that the Baby deer Rudolph is the one that deserves her blessing, because while all the animals here are noble and good, no good deed is better than another, and of all the animals, the sickly little deer is the one that really needs her help."

"Oh no." Ichigo whimpered from the floor. "That's actually like. genuinely heartwarming."

"Amaterasu applauds them, because they've made the right choice, and she gives the power of the star to the baby deer so it very literally glows like a headlight, and She turns the eight magical bells into a herd of deer that all have the powers the bells they were made from had, so Rudolph has a family and the three wise men have a team of nine magical deer to pull the flying sleigh she gives them, and then they are able to deliver all the presents to all the children of the world in one night, and they do it every year on Rudolph's birthday, because he was the first one to receive a proper Christmas present!" Ukitake finished, giving Chad an excitable two thumbs up.

Chad, slowly tipped forward, faintly hissing with silent laughter, then rolled off the bed to join Ichigo on the floor. Ukitake peered after him with concern, until chad slowly raised a weak, shaking hand up to give Ukitake a thumbs up back.

"-What I can't figure is how the bucket of fried chicken fits into all that?" Shunsui pondered, and the boys shrieked with laughter.

#AEIWAM #An Elephant Is Warm And Mushy #Bleach #Bleach fanfic #chad yasutora #jushiro ukitake #shunsui kyoraku #ichigo kurosaki #Christmas mention #new frontiers in Syncretic Mythology #five or six kinds of blasphemy in one go

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months ago

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Don't Speak 36

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: we got that xmas hangover.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The living room is silent as you enter. Andy remains as he’s been, sitting at the corner of the couch, beer in hand as he stares at the television. Amber distracts herself with a hanging landscape on the wall, seemingly trying to disappear into that photographic world. Steve clears his throat as he follows you.

“Do you we have a truce?” The doctor asks.

He doesn’t get much of an answer. Andy slurps loudly from the neck of the bottle and Amber shrugs and grumbles. You hug yourself and stop at the end of the couch. Why can’t they get along? They both love you, don’t they?

“Bub,” Amber spins away from the framed picture, “were you going to show me your painting?”

“Oh, uh… yeah,” you rub your neck, cradling your elbow as you peek over at Andy. He stays transfixed by the television. It’s deliberate. He’s tuning you out.

“Can I tag along?” Steve asks.

You nod and make yourself stand straight. You point them through the door before flitting through yourself and lead them down the hall. You sigh as you escape the tension of Andy’s silent sulking.

You fumble with the garage door, you can feel the cold through the metal handle. You get it open and the light inside flicks on as the sensor triggers. You stand back and wait for them to go first.

Amber takes the lead, then Steve passes with a gentle smile, and you trail after them. They descend the few steps as their breath clouds visibly in the cold air. Your stomach flips as they turn their attention to the painting. They stop as they consider your work.

You near the edge of the easel and chew your lip, “do you like it?”

“Bub, it’s so good,” Amber claps her hands. “You did this all by yourself?”

You nod emphatically and smile. She marvels at the large canvas as Steve steps closer with narrowed eyes. His cheek dimples as he gives the pigment an inquisitive stare.

“How did you do this?” He asks breathlessly, “the feathers…” he raises his hand but doesn’t touch the canvas, “they look real.”

“Well, um, I just… did my best,” you sway back and forth, nearly squealing in delight.

You step away from the easel and turn to take in your work. A few days ago, you wanted to paint over it all but now, you wouldn’t dare change a stroke. It really is nice. And you did all that!

“It has personality,” Steve continues, “I can tell you made it for Andy… it looks a bit angry.” Steve chuckles and you give him a sheepish look, brows rising high, “not in a bad way.

“It’s cold out here,” Andy startles you as he stands at the top of the stares, filling the doorway with his tall figure.

“Not that bad,” Amber rubs her hands together. “Colder outside.”

Andy sighs and rolls his eyes, “not arguing, just saying.”

Steve sniffs, “we’ll come in soon. We’re just admiring the art.” He brings his hand to his chin, tapping it thoughtfully, “what are your rates?”

You look at him in surprise as Andy lets out a ‘huh’.

“Might want something small for the office,” he muses, “I know they’re kinda plain but I always thought nightingales were pretty.”

“I like nightingales,” you chirp.

“That sounds like a fun project,” Amber encourages.

You still feel a bit cloudy but your heart swells happily. A new project is always a new adventure. In the back of your mind, you think it's a good distraction. You glance back at Andy as he glowers.

“I should have time since I’m all done this,” you say.

“I’ll be more than happy to compensate you for that time,” Steve assures, “do you offer lessons? I always wanted to get into painting. I recommend it to so many patients, I might just take my own advice.”

“I’m… oh, I could…”

“You don’t need to make up your mind now,” he crosses one arm, cradling and elbow as he stretches his other hand wide, “I’m thinking out loud.” He shudders and wiggles his shoulders, “brr, it is cold out here.”

“Let’s go warm up with some tea,” Amber suggests as she pats your back, “huh? Tea always helps.”

“Sure,” you walk beside her toward the door.

Andy looms as you approach, not backing up until you get to the top of the steps, Amber just behind you. He inches away, stern as he watches you pass. He doesn’t move until Steve comes inside and he reaches to slam the door behind him.

“Don’t wanna leave that open,” he mutters, “heat bill’s high enough.”

🕊️

Amber lingers at the door. Steve stands behind her, neither eager to be away. Your sister clings to your hand, swinging your arms between you. You see the worry in her smile.

“I’ll miss you, bub,” she says, squeezing your hand.

“Miss you too,” you eke out, “you could come back again. Maybe tomorrow?”

She hesitates and glances past you to the doorway. Her lips slant, “yeah, that’d be nice. Or maybe… you can come visit.”

“Oh,” you blink, surprised by the offer. You hadn’t thought of going home; to her house. You were too afraid to invite yourself, “maybe. That’d be nice.”

“I still have all your things, you know? You could grab some stuff,” she offers.

“Sure, I… yeah,” you pull your hand from hers, twiddling your fingers. What about now? You don’t ask but you want to as you hear Andy in the next room.

“Have a good night,” she croaks and pulls you into a hug. It’s so tight, you can’t breathe, “please… be careful.”

“Amb,” you touch her side, “I’m okay.”

“I know,” she holds you close and rocks you, “I know, you’re strong.” She parts and keeps you at arm’s length, “you can call me. Any time, you know?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle, “Amb, really…”

“Make sure you call my office too,” Steve intones as he steps up behind her, “should get a time in before next weekend.”

“Alright,” you chew your lip, “I’ll… call. Both of you. Promise.”

“You better,” Amber’s lips quiver, “please, I… I worry.”

“I will,” you avow firmly, “okay?”

“It’s late,” Steve touches her shoulder, “we’re all tired.”

You clutch your hands together, sinking your nails into your skin as you squeeze tight. You’d been so happy to see Amber, the thought of her leaving hadn’t even crossed your mind. Now the reality of it hits you like a bus. You can go with her.

Andy coughs from the other room. Your hope dissolves and you make yourself smile. You should stay, make sure he’s okay. After all he’s done for you, you owe it to him.

“Good night,” you squeak.

“Night, bub,” Amber says, “love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“See ya,” Steve waves over her shoulder as he pulls open the door, “get some sleep. Oh, and drink water.”

“Thanks,” you murmur and come forward as they sidle out the door.

You hesitantly shut the door in their stead and lock it. You stay and watch them leave through the window. The headlights of the car flash as it chirps and their doors open and close sharply. As long as the day’s been, it’s not over yet.

You shiver as cool air wafts up from under the door. You back up, crossing your arms, and turn slowly to face the empty house. You take careful but uncertain steps down the hall and stop at the threshold of the front room.

Andy’s head leans against the back of the couch as a sports recap shows plays on the television. You inch closer and peek around the side as you approach. His eyes are closed as his arm drapes over the armrest.

You ponder leaving him there. You’re tired and you’re starting to feel a bit sick to your stomach. The wine coats your stomach sourly and rises in acrid belches. You stand stuck in indecision. You could lie and say he wouldn’t wake up.

“They gone?” He startles you with the question.

You nod and gulp. His head drifts over and he looks at you, expression drawn with discontent. You pick your thumbnail and bounce on your heels.

“Amber helped me clean up,” you say, “so… we can go to bed. It’s late–”

“It’s nine,” he stretches his arm out, “come here.”

He latches onto you, pulling your arm up, trailing his hand down to your wrist. He guides you around the front of the couch as he sits forward. He lures you in as his beer-laced breath tinges your nose.

“I’m tired,” you take his hand in both of yours, “we should lay down–”

“We don’t have to go to bed,” he insists.

“I want to, Andy, please? My head hurts–”

“Because you drank too much wine,” he reproaches, “who’s fault is that?”

You wince and your eyes flick over to the empty bottle on the end table, then back to him. He sighs and curls his lip, “beer isn’t as strong as wine, did you know that? Hmm? Of course you don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I…” you quaver, “I’m trying–”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” he sneers, “to embarrass me.”

“What?”

“All day. Humiliating. You chose everyone but me. You hurt me, dove.”

“No, I wasn’t– I didn’t–”

“I don’t know,” he shakes his head and looks away, “you said you love me but I think you’re lying to me.”

“What?” You pout.

“Just like you did with Amber. You’re using me,” he accuses.

“No.”

“Then what are you doing, huh? Dove,” he reaches forward and frames your waist, pulling you in as he slides to the front of the cushion, “if you love me, prove it.”

You bat your lashes as your mouth falls open. You don’t understand. You did everything he wanted all day. You cooked, you cleaned, and you tried to spend time with him but he pushed everyone away. Somehow it’s all your fault again.

He runs his hand up your arm and tickles your neck. He holds your chin between his thumb and index as he stares you down. You surrender. You’re too tired to fight. You lean in and kiss him.

The taste of him makes you sick. It’s wheaty and alcoholic, not as sweet as the wine. His arm hooks around you as he pulls you against him. You press your hands to his chest. His hand dips down your back and he gropes your ass, purring into your mouth.

His touch wanders further and he bends your leg, lifting it over his as his other hand travels down to mirror the movement. He urges you into his lap as he leans back. You part from his lips, straddling him awkwardly as you keep your hands flat to his chest.

“Andy,” you babble, “please, let’s go to bed–”

“We’ll stay here,” he reaches to grab the back of your head, yanking you close. Your arms bend but you keep your lips away from his, “what’s your problem?”

“Andy, please,” your stomach swims violently, “I don’t feel good.”

“You’re fucking drunk,” he slurs, “of course you don’t feel good.”

“Let me go,” you wriggle on top of him.

“What does it fucking matter?” He hisses, “you can lay on your back and do your duty.”

You flinch and slap his chest with one hand, “that’s mean. Andy, let me–”

You yipe as suddenly you’re scooped up and swept onto your back. The impact on the cushion knocks the air out of your chest as Andy quickly puts himself over you. His hand goes to your neck as he holds you down, pinning you as he lays between your open legs.

“Andy,” you beg as you grasp his thick arm, “you’re scaring me.”

“I just want a kiss,” he growls.

You close your eyes as he leans in again. You let him kiss you. He smothers you with the sticky lips as you squirm. A kiss isn’t much. A kiss won’t last long.

His knees shift as he raises himself slightly. Your heart leaps. His other hand creeps along the short hem of your dress and he tickles your thigh. Your stuck splayed beneath him as you writhe. He feels along the lacy edge of your panties and you whimper into his mouth.

You hit his shoulders as you try to push him away. You turn your head and gulp in air, “Andy, please, get off.”

“Baby, I need you,” he nuzzles your temple as he tugs aside your panties, “please, I’ve been waiting all day.”

Your chest pounds and your ears ring. You shove him helplessly as your chest racks painfully. No, no, no. The word echoes in your head. ‘You can tell them no…’

You ball your hands and hit Andy harder, “no!” You shout, “Andy, no! I don’t want it. I don’t want you!”

He ignores you, nibbling on your ear as he roughly jams his fingers between your folds. You squeal as your breath hitches. You can hardly puff it out as your heart hammers faster and faster.

“No, no, no…” you chant as you struggle beneath him, “no, get off… no, no…”

You reach above you and grab onto the arm rest. He hardly notices as he touches you, violates you. His fingers slip along your entrance, poking you dryly as you whine and plead. You grunt and pull yourself up with all your strength. You manage to drag yourself up only a few inches.

“Dove,” he snarls as he lifts head, his fingers delving into your cunt, “be good—”

You swing your elbow down. Not a thought, not a doubt stops you from cracking the pointed bone across his head. You’re not thinking, you’re too scared for that. His hand slips from between your legs as he cries out and cradles his head.

You wriggle under him, kicking and flailing until you slip free, falling heavily onto the floor. Your skirt is around your waist as your panties cling in the crease of your leg. You pant wildly as you crawl away from the couch, trying to get as far as you can.

You stop only as you hear a strange noise. You look back, sitting on your knees as you fold your hands to your chest, trying to calm the swell of fear. Andy stays on the couch, folded over as he holds his face. His body shakes as he sobs.

“Dove,” he croaks and sniffs, “how could you?” He slowly pushes himself up, a hand over his eye, “you hurt me. Why would you do that?”

You flutter your lashes as the pain in his voice stabs deep into your heart. You didn’t mean to hurt him, you never wanted to hurt anyone. But you were afraid and he wouldn’t stop. You just wanted him to stop.

“I– I said— no…” you eke out.

He bends forward, holding his head as he curls his shoulders. He looks small and weak. You shakily get your feet under you and stand. He wipes away tears as he hides his face from you. As you come close, you reach to touch him and he recoils.

“Andy, I’m sorry–”

“Don’t touch me,” he swats you away, “don’t—” He looks up at you, his blue eyes swirling with fear, “dove…” his lip trembles, “you’re scaring me.”

You rip your hand back and grip your wrist against your chest. You back up as if you’ve been struck. You? Scaring him? But…

He stands, watching you as if you might lunge. His shoulders stay rounded and hunched as he staggers, his hand still on one side of his face as he whimpers in pain. You reach your hand out and he winces again.

“Stay away,” he holds out an arm to shield himself, “dove, please, don’t hurt me again.”

He backs up, his gait uneven, almost stunned. He drags himself around the couch, sniffling loudly as he warily passes through the doorway. You look down at your hands, the throbbing still in your elbow from hitting him. You… hit him.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #fic #steve kemp #fresh #dark fic #dark!fic #au #library au #series #don't speak #defending jacob

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3-2-whump · 3 months ago

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The Box

A Thomas Costa Backstory, as told by himself. Indented part indicates a flash back. Set during the Key Game era, though I don't know if any of the other flash backs will have any concrete place on the timeline.

Full collection of Thomas Costa Backstories here

TW/CW: slave whump, intimate whumper, blood, whumpee turned whumper (more like whumper, former whumpee), divorce, neglect, death of minor characters mentioned

Khaled had found his box. He wasn’t supposed to go anywhere near the file box that held the physical remains of the man he used to be, but Thomas had caught him red-handed, sitting on his bed with his dog tags, his paperwork, and several old photos of him spread out across the bed. Khaled paled, visibly scooting up the bed and away from the contents of the box as he realized he’d been caught.

In hindsight, Thomas was not proud of his initial reaction. He couldn’t just beat the boy without reason, no matter how much he deserved it for directly disobeying him. He was owed an explanation, at least. Once he had calmed down enough, and once the wound from Khaled’s scalp had stopped cascading blood down his face, he decided to try a different approach.

“You know I told you not to go through that box, boy,” he said.

Khaled lowered the moist washcloth from where it was compressed against his head. What used to be a white washcloth was now dyed a splotchy pinkish-red.

“Why did you go through my box?” he asked. He caught Khaled’s face in his hand before the young man could turn his head away. “Why?” he repeated.

“I… thought it was where you were hiding the key, Master.” Khaled’s confession hardly rose above a whisper. He crossed his legs self-consciously in front of him. “I-I just wanted it off, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

Thomas shook his head. “Just for that, I’ll keep you in that thing a week longer. I will take if off when I am ready, not when you are,” he grumbled. He took the box in hand and started sweeping the stuff on the bed back into the box.

He paused as he was about to collect a certain picture. It was him, his squad –Callahan, Trémeaux, Robinson, Martinez, Kruger, and Kościelsky –and more importantly, his brother Tony’s team, standing around a crude edifice of water and sand and any bits of refuse they could find to fill in the finer details. In the sand in front of the group someone had scratched ‘Merry Xmas 2002.’

Khaled didn’t miss the involuntary smile on his lips as he remembered the sandman. “What is it, Master?” The unspoken request ‘can I see?’ bubbled just beneath Khaled’s inquisitive eyes.

Thomas passed the photo to Khaled. “We were having a slow day on the base, so some of the boys got together to make a snow man. There wasn’t any snow where we were, of course, so we worked with the next best thing!” He proudly poked at the picture with his index finger. “See the lit cigarette sticking out of his mouth? That was my idea,” he boasted.

Khaled hummed, studying the picture a bit more. He poked at the soldier whose arm was slung around the snowman’s shoulder. “Is that you?” he asked.

“Yeah. Nothing gets past you, huh?” Not that it was hard to tell; Thomas hadn’t changed his physical appearance too drastically over the last twenty years. “Think you can find my brother?”

The corners of Khaled’s eyes scrunched up as he concentrated on the old photo in front of him. It took him about three tries until he gave up. Thomas pointed to a skinny brunette leaning on Ferguson’s back. “That’s him. I know, we look nothing alike,” he said, answering Khaled (and everyone else’s) unasked question. “We had different dads, same mom.”

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, Master.”

He looked up from the picture to see Khaled’s frown. “Sorry? What do you mean?”

“Did your dad die, like mine?” Khaled asked hesitantly.

“What- Oh, no, Khaled, my dad is alive!” Well, last he checked, anyway. “My parents are just divorced is all. Same goes for Tony’s dad, he divorced and left us too.”

“Fuck your horse races, fuck your little bastard, and fuck you! Fuck this entire family! I am done, Maria, done!” Those were the last words that Thomas’ stepfather uttered before he never saw him again. In the violent deluge of a summer rain, the man he considered his father wrenched off his wedding ring and threw it at his mother’s feet. He then turned his back on her –on him, on Young Tony (Thomas’ brother and the man’s biological son) –turning away from them as if it were nothing to leave his own blood in the hands of ‘a piss-poor excuse of a mother and a self-absorbed monster without a conscience’. The sound of pounding rain muted his retreating steps.

“Oh…” Khaled’s voice trailed off.

“It’s okay,” Thomas lied. He gently pried the photo out of his hand and stuck it in the box, finally closing the lid as he rose from the bed to put it back underneath them. He redirected his thoughts from his absent father to the old photo. Only five people in that Christmas photo were still alive now, and none of them were his squad or Tony. Maybe one day he would be willing to tell Khaled about the blast. Maybe he would even be willing to tell him about his overreaction that would send him back stateside, right back into the brood of vipers he had sworn to leave behind. But until then, like every other uncomfortable thing about his past, it was just easier for Thomas to put it in a box, shove it under the bed, and forget about it.

Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz @bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

#whump writing #oc backstory #intimate whumper #whumpee turned whumper #slave whump #tw blood #military whump #neglected childhood whump #divorce whump #that's a tag

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yoursweetinoccentdreams · 10 months ago

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That Pretty Red Dress.

Pairings: toji! x fem reader.

Warnings: too lazy to put this reader is like 25 and toji is like 27-28 OK OK and also MERRY FUCKIN CHRISTMAS (SORRY IM RLLLLLYY LATE I STARTED THIS AROUND XMAS SOO TECHINCALLLLYYY ITS STILL XMAS TIME OK ;-; SORRYYY)

Colors: Red and green regular text, Blue Is Toji and Pink is reader and white is megumi. (it rlly depends on what tumblr app color u have but the light default color is Megumi u got it)

There you were, under the Christmas tree decorating it with ornaments that were made out of blood red plastic, holding little Megumi in your arms while you each pick up the little decorations piece by piece .. in your pretty little red dress, that brought out your curves and big supple breasts that weren't yet filled with milk.

Toji falls in and out of his slumber as he hears little giggles and chuckles, he sighs getting out of bed putting boxers on and heading downstairs. You can hear Toji's HUGE feet plowing down the stairs as he makes his way over to you and Megumi, he kisses Megumi on his temple & then coming up behind you grabbing your waist pulling you in, & giving 2 kisses to your neck.

"G'mornin, you two are up early" "Toji... its 2:30 in the afternoon...." You chuckle sweetly as Megumi nods off to sleep in your arms. "Mama... i sweepy..." Here.. ill take him to sle- Toji offers, No.. babe i got it i have to uhhh... practice.... you say under your breath. You can feel Toji's stupid smirk as you turn your head from him it now settling in your head that you fucked up. "ill be right back let me put him to sleep." You run upstairs while humming a tune to Megumi, setting him down gently in his toddler bed. You dim the lights as you shut the door hearing those gentle little snores you have always loved so much.

You meet Toji downstairs as you walk up to him giving him a gentle kiss before he says, "...what did you mean by practice?... do you mean what I think you meant?? or were you just messin' around." His dark blue eyes linger upon yours as he doesn't take them off you. "oh.. um.. I meant it.." "So you really want kids?" You hesitate to reply to the question, "I mean.. yes but i don't think I'm really fit to be a mom I-" "Bullshit." Toji interrupts "Yer perfect, everything about you, yer already such a good mom to Megumi, i don't want to pressure you but I'm ready when you are.."

You swallow thickly always wanting a child but never thinking you were good enough to handle such a responsibility. "I'm 25 toji.. don't you think I'm too old?.. your ex wife was 20 when she had Meg..." "She doesn't matter to me anymore okay?... your fuckin beautiful.. how many times do I have to get that thru your thick fuckin skull?" Toji sighs, "Do I have to show you how beautiful you are?" Toji being toji he already knew the answer.

He kissed you deeply and- "Strip." he stated blankly, you could almost laugh in his face for being so stoic. You start taking your Dress off knowing to not to give him any backtalk. As your fully unclothed in front of him he grabs your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. "beautiful".. He whispers. He slaps your ass leaving little red marks on your soft supple skin. "beautiful" he has you straddling him as he picked you up and tossed you on the couch.

He takes his boxers off and slides them down to his ankles, as he cant help but admire you're glistening folds right before him. He kisses your lips before he lowers his head down to suck on your clit. "O-oh fuck Toji..." you moan out in pleasure as he licks and prods his tongue like a prancing reindeer. "Yeah? does that feel good princess? this pussy's all wet and sensitive fr'me... Perfect just how I like it."

You moan at his words like a pornstar "H-hah!.. D-Don't talk like that T-toji..." you plead. "What?.. is it too.. embarrassing?" He coo's, before you can say another word he stuffs you almost full with 2 fingers you wince at the burning sensation, "Shhhh" he silent's your moans with a kiss "Wouldn't want to wake Megumi... Now would we?" You shake your head " N-no..." You blush.

He fingers you with complete strokes, you cover your mouth with both hands. You look up at him with tears in your eyes as you are about to become overstimulated, "You're being such a good girl for me baby, cum for me" He grabs your breasts with the other hand and starts moving them around roughly. "fuck yeah... Gonna get you pregnant nd have these beautiful tits swollen with milk Yeah?, that's what Me and Megumi want... if yer ready wanna give it to us mama?" You could almost imagine having another child with the love of your life, considering Megumi mentioned wanting to have a sibling & you were ovulating so the timing was perfect.

"M-imma cum Toji.." You look down seeing a ring of cum around his fingers, you close your eyes shut thinking about how hes trying to overstimulate you on purpose as if you could feel him smirking at you. As your so close to your high, he fingers you faster, "I'm Cumming!" you're eyes roll back into your head as you try to hold on to something, Not being successful you end up trying to grab the couch, not noticing you're squirting all over Toji's hand. "Fuckkkk ma... that's it.. let go just like that.." "ohh my god.." you say trying to catch your breath. "Alright princess.. Yer.. okay right? " he blushes slightly turning his head acting like he's distracted (AWEE I LOVE SOFT TOJI) "Mhm...." You nod quickly.

Suddenly he gets up stretching his arms and waist, "Are you ready for me princess?" He asks in question,His cock growing painfully hard as he strokes himself aligning his cock with your slit. He looks deep into your eyes and thrusts in gently, waiting until he bottoms out inside of you to get you adjusted. "S-So full..." You whined squeezing ur eyes shut trying to adjust to the pain. "Good girl... takin me so well, fuck mama.."

He praises you as he thrusts into you willingly creating the perfect rhythm and going at the perfect pace. "A-hmmn, Toji! yes! fuckmefuckmefuckme!" You moan with a stream of curses flowing out of your mouth completely forgetting about the toddler upstairs sleeping soundly. Toji puts his hand around you're mouth as you can only be heard by muffled screaming and the sound of Toji's balls hitting your clit repeatedly. "You want me to get you pregnant yeah?, I love you so *thrust* fucking *thrust* much" *thrust*. You can feel yourself coming to your climax as you look down and alas, there's another white ring of cum forming at the base of his cock. "Toji!.. I'm gonna C-cum.. I cant!-" "NO you can.. cmon take it for me, baby.." He pounds you harder, lowering down on top of you as you wrap your legs around his waist trying to desperately hold on. He fucks into you ruthlessly as you nip at his neck and scratch at his back. "fuck... yer so fucking T-tight.."

"mmmm!" you moan to yourself by squeezing your lips together trying to not wake Megumi up. "Im cumming Toji!" You squealed as you could sense a familiar feeling of a knot being tied building up in your core, you gave Toji one more moan as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head squeezing around his waist and hugging him tightly as you reached your climax.

"Thatsss it....." He hisses kissing your neck, " you did so good for me *groan* Princess" He praises you as long ropes of cum spurt inside of you and he goes limp being perfectly satisfied. "M.. Sorry about your back Toji" You apologize willingly as Toji grabs a towel from a freshly washed and dried pile of laundry to cover you up.

"Baby, I'm a sorcerer killer what makes you think I can't handle a couple of scratches?" You giggle at his remark as you try to stand to go check on Megumi but you fail, stumbling to the ground like a baby giraffe taking its first steps but lucky for you toji was there to soften the landing. Toji sighs in relief "Woah.. okay let me carry you what were you trying to do?" The only thing you can think about right now is the 2 most important people who mean the world to you, "I want to take a bath and check up on Meg." Toji clears his throat picking you up bridal style. "Alright..." Toji carries you upstairs to the master bathroom and sets you on the counter as he runs you a nice hot bath putting bath salts, bubbles, and a bath bomb, formed in the shape of the sun that smelled like warm vanilla sugar. Toji helps you inside the bath while he's goes to check up on Megumi who has changed positions but is still sleeping soundly, Toji notices the time and realises an hour and thirty minutes have gone by.

Toji meets you back in the bathroom as his deep voice says " Megs is still sleepin' he's gonna be hungry in a little while.. but for now enjoy your bath. Your heart flutters as the thought of you're Son and your husband checking up on each other every minute of the day. "Toji can you get in with me?" You ask him with pleading eyes. "No.. i just took a bath earlier." He grumbles. You go quiet for a minute or two you were about to clear the silence and speak up when he cuts you off and says "Tch.. Fine." He takes his boxers back off and he sits in the tub behind you cradling you and your stomach. "So... any names?" Toji asks, You smile as you rest your head on his chest and the two of you start coming up with that also means the word

Blessing

the end.

Quick A/N!: I KNOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DONE SO LONG AGO BUT I HAVENT HAD ANY MOTIVATION TO POST IVE BEEN FOCUSING WITH WORK ETC BUT IM BACK (I think) SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ONE BUT ITS PROB GONNA FLOP

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year ago

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im going to hell for the things i think about dilf jake

I can’t even talk about it— wait no I can

Um yah so dilf, dbf, neighbour Jake, whatever we’re calling him hasn’t been around forever. He moved into the neighbourhood a couple of years back right after you went away to college or something and he and your dad hit it off immediately. Every phone call, your dad was mentioning how great this guy is, how funny he is.

And then you come home for Xmas break and yeah — this guy is pretty funny, and he seems like a great friend. But he’s also eyeing you like you’re prey. Grinning at you over the top of his scotch on the rocks as your parents spill embarrassing stories about your childhood.

But he’s their friend. He wouldn’t ever go for you. There’s no way.

BUT THEN HE DOES

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jujumin-translates · 1 year ago

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Event | Xmas PARK CARNIVAL | Chapter 2

Mizuno: Thank you for meeting with me today.

Izumi: Likewise, let’s get this meeting started.

Mizuno: I spoke to them about this earlier, but this involves both Sakuma-kun and Settsu-kun, therefore…

Mizuno: I’d like if you two could join us in this meeting.

Sakuya: Understood!

Banri: Sure thing.

Izumi: This is about a request from that amusement park, right?

Mizuno: Yes. Thanks to all of you, the amusement park has regained its liveliness and appears to be full of visitors every day.

Mizuno: Then the other day, the owner of the amusement park informed me that they were going to open up a new area on my behalf.

Sakyo: Oh, a new area, huh?

Mizuno: And because of that, they’ve decided to add more characters to the park as well.

Mizuno: So… that’s why we’re asking you if MANKAI Company would be interested in performing a show at that amusement park again.

Izumi: I see, so that’s what it is.

Mizuno: Yes. Additionally, the owner also watched the stream of the Mankai Performance.

Mizuno: They said the whole production was wonderful, but they were especially captivated by Sakuma-kun and Settsu-kun.

Mizuno: So… they’ve been thinking for a while that they’d like to do something with MANKAI Company again, if possible.

Sakuya: Waah, I’m happy to hear that!

Mizuno: We never run out of things to talk about when it comes to the Mankai Performance, so when Tsuzuru-kun and I ended up--.

Mizuno: Definitely not talking about it! Anyway, we hope you’ll consider this opportunity.

Izumi: (Mizuno-san really never changes, does he?)

Sakyo: …And the cost?

Mizuno: Please leave it to me. We’ll make sure to cover everything.

Banri: Shameless move, old man.

Sakyo: Hah? You know it’s something that’s important.

Izumi: By the way, are you planning on having the whole troupe participate again?

Mizuno: No, not this time. There are seven new characters, so ideally we would have seven people participate.

Banri: Gotcha. …You’re gonna take ‘em up on this, aren’t you, Director-chan?

Izumi: Yes, I will. Performing overseas isn’t something we get to do often, and since we’ve been invited to do so, I’d like to do it.

Izumi: Is it possible that you want to participate in it, Banri-kun?

Banri: Well, duh. Like you said, gettin’ to perform abroad is a pretty valuable experience.

Sakuya: Um, can I participate too?

Sakyo: You want in too, Sakuma?

Sakuya: Yes. It makes me really happy that people were able to see the Mankai Performance from places so far away…

Sakuya: So if I can, I wanna do it!

Mizuno: Thank you for this. I’m sure the owner will be very happy to hear that.

Mizuno: They were just saying how happy they’d be if you two could come.

Izumi: Hopefully you two will live up to the owner’s expectations.

Banri: Yeah.

Sakuya: Yeah!

Izumi: By the way, what about you, Sakyo-san…?

Sakyo: Unfortunately, because of the time of year, I’ve got a hefty workload to deal with.

Izumi: Well then, I guess we’ll have to have a meeting to decide on the other who will participate.

Sakyo: Yeah.

Sakuya: Maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence that we saw that mascot, Banri-kun.

Banri: …Maybe.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakyo: Looks like everyone’s here. Well then, let’s start this urgent meeting.

Izumi: Today, we got a request from Mizuno-san. The request was about--.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Homare: I’m glad to hear that that amusement park is now bustling with activity.

Tasuku: That’s good and all, but new characters mean they’re more of those mascots, doesn’t it?

Tenma: I’d honestly prefer not to have to wear one of those costumes again.

Tsuzuru: Well, I definitely understand that feeling…

Izumi: I know it’s a busy time of year, and there might be only a few of you that can go, but any help we can get would be greatly appreciated.

Sakyo: So far, both Settsu and Sakuma want to participate. So everyone check their schedules so we can decide on the other participants.

[ ⇠ Previous Part ] • [ Next Part ⇢ ]

#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #banri settsu #kaya mizuno #// oh mizuno you funny funny man

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thegodcomplcx · 6 months ago

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Makes me go crazy to think of that line in s5 xmas episode ‘wouldnt you want to spend your last day with your beloved’ then in s6 xmas episode he goes to see amy. Then when 11 is literally on his last day hallucinates amy like yeah unwell. I have seen people try to associate this quote with river and its like um okay

to be so fucking for real with you, i don't think i've ever seen the s5 christmas special lsdkfjdl. i KNOW i just rb'd that gifset but i think i missed it when it was airing and during a rewatch i will skip a christmas episode like nobody's business. and the last time i watched the s6 christmas special was when it aired like 14 years ago LMAO. but i believe you 11amy rightsssss

#was it good?#maybe i'll do a back to back christmas episode watch lol #mailbox

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rolotouto · 1 year ago

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Lost Stories 2023 Xmas Event

Lost Stories 2023 Christmas event story: I recorded only the parts which have the most Rolo, but the event itself focuses mainly on Nunnally, Lelouch and Anya (who wants to help Nunnally).

Sometime after Gino and Anya are already Ashford Academy students, Lelouch and Nunnally, who can't meet each other, both are sad that this is the "first" Christmas they won't spend together (it should be the 2nd: during Turn 3 there was a photo of the Student Council celebrating Christmas during Lelouch's time with altered memories). Milly notices there's something wrong with Lelouch and after he claims that it's just because it's getting cold lately, Milly says he seems sensitive to cold weather too (Lelouch complains "What does that 'too' refer to"), Rivalz adds that also to hot weather, Shirley that he doesn't like the air conditioning being too strong, and Rolo confirms that he's indeed not good with the cold. They realize that Christmas is coming and Rivalz teases "No wonder Shirley is so emotionally reactive," because, as most people reading this probably know, Christmas is a romantic season in Japan. After her "Hey! Rivalz!", Rolo suspiciously "..."s her, making her say "No way. Even Rolo is looking at me like that…". Uh-oh... She explains "I was just wondering about how will everyone spend Christmas..." and Rolo answers "That's a given. Brother will be with me..." but Lelouch's idea is "Yeah. Us all Student Council members will have a party this year too, right?" Rolo is caught off-guard by the idea, it seems, though he accepts it fine. The story also shows Anya wanting to do something to help Nunnally, who is sad because she won't be able to share this Christmas with her brother, but in the video I uploaded I jump to Rolo and Lelouch back at the Club House:

Rolo "Hey, hey, Brother. About Christmas..." Lelouch "..." Rolo "Brother?" Lelouch "Mm? Ah, sorry. I was lost in thought. So what did you want to talk about?" Rolo "Yeah. About Christmas, um... I was wondering what you do during a Christmas party..." Lelouch "Oh, right. This is going to be your first Christmas." Rolo "Yeah. Of course, I do know what it is in terms of knowledge, and I've even been to Christmas party venues on missions before. But I've never spent it with other people, that's why..." (<- TN: Except when you dressed up as a reindeer together with Lelouch, right.) Lelouch "I see. However, you don't have to be on guard. All you have to do is spend a lively time with everyone, like always." Rolo "I see... By the way, what kind of party did you have last year?"

Lelouch tells him about what I assume was last year's actual in-game event (I didn't play through it), where at first it looked like the party might be called off because everyone had their reasons for not being able to participate. Lelouch says a miracle happened, though. Rolo responds "A miracle? Such a thing..." and Lelouch agrees "Yeah, it was actually an accumulation of coincidences." Rolo mentions that fortunately, it looks like everyone will be able to join in this year, and then asks Lelouch "Brother, you are okay too, right?" but, despite answering "Yes," Lelouch is only thinking about how he won't be able to spend this Christmas with his little sis. As for the last scene in the video, let me first sum up the rest of the story: Anya discovers that despite Nunnally being restricted from interacting with anyone at Ashford, she (Nunnally) can still leave gifts for the Student Council members as long as she avoids direct contact with them, so "Santa Claus Anya" takes "Santa Claus Nunnally" there with Mordred. And even though the Student Council members don't remember that Nunnally was their friend, they're honored to receive her presents when they find them in the morning. Even Rolo says "There's one for me too..."! How did Nunnally prepare a present for Rolo?

Meanwhile, Suzaku asks the Student Council members to please get Nunnally presents (or just one? Not sure) because she was really looking forward to meeting them (Lelouch at first suspects that Suzaku might be testing him, but he quickly realizes that Suzaku genuinely wants to help Nunnally). Lelouch, no longer in a state of dejection, suddenly becomes almost overly enthusiastic. He takes charge, organizing tasks for Rivalz, Shirley, Rolo, and Milly, as you can see in the final bit I recorded:

Lelouch (after giving tasks to Rivalz and Shirley) "Rolo, how is the route for the delivery of stage sets, props, and costumes on the day of the performance?"

Rolo "Everything is already arranged, Brother. But why are you suddenly so motivated...?" Lelouch "You also want your first Christmas to be lively and fun, right? That's why." Rolo "... I see. Brother, you were thinking about me..." Lelouch "Isn't it obvious? That being said, if you have some free time, please draft the script for the appointed day." Rolo: "Yeah! Okay, Brother." That's mean, Lulu... In the end, Suzaku delivers the presents to Nunnally, and although he can't reveal that he's giving her a gift from Lelouch himself, she is able to tell.

And that's the end. It was brief, but I liked how Lelouch and Rolo talked just a little bit about Rolo's past. Maybe next year Lelouch actually cares though...

#code geass #lost stories #translation #rolo lamperouge #lelouch lamperouge #nunnally lamperouge #suzaku kururugi #milly ashford #rivalz cardemonde #shirley fenette #code geass r2 #anya alstreim

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cookies-over-yonder · 11 months ago

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Sorry to crawl in here but dude. Loaded up your fics bc I've been meaning to read some and wow. WOW. I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HORRIFICALLY SAD AND THEN GIDDY SO FAST?? absolutely in love with I Just Want You For My Own + i don't know how to say this, 'cause you're really my dearest friend, but Accommodate and Masked Weakling also had me punching the wall /pos /lh

How's it feel to write peak? /lh

I'M????

HI DAJOSAJAKADNSF. I THINK I SAW YOU COMMENT ON ONE OF MY FICS TOO AND AJSLAKSKQKSKADKS. HI.HI . fun fact i actually really admire you and your art so i am extremely flustered right now HXUCUDOFIUUVOCV

LITERALLY DON'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR CRAWLING INTO MY INBOX I LOVE WHWN PEOPLE TALK TO ME ESPWCIALLY ABOUT MY FICS...

literally i dont know how to say this cuz ur rlly my dearest friend is like. still one of my faves of all time its the fic that kinda made everyone notice me jn th fandom JAJAHAHAJSBAHAHABAGA AND RHE FIC THAT CONVERTED MORE PEOPLE TO SWIFTLI WOOHOOOO. also for the xmas fic YEAH. I LOVE. MAKING TAYLOR CATCH ON FIRE FROM INTENSE EMOTIONS HDKDLAKLAJSAJSHAJS!!!!!!!

accommodate was very much extrwmely self indulgent as myself who is disabled cuz i think taylor deserves help with things !!!!!! and idk i just like. nonsexual intimacy like helping people put on clothes and such

masked weakling was also because i. i love taylor and erica. it's my secret rarepair....

also. i have like. 52 dndads fics now??? on ao3??? and i've also taken up nearly half of the swiftli tag on ao3 as a whole . whoa .

ANYWAYS UM THANK YOU SO MUCH ????

YOU HTINK I WRITE PEAK ?$)02938933!)1)1$;_0&03!&)$0&0#)#9#0')$+9:9:9$)'

#kind words #AAUWOAKWOAPEIAWOAHEIAJEGWJRBWVJAOSHBEIANDWVJEKSRVEJ

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years ago

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New Kid

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Chapter XIV: Holiday Cheer

masterlist | chapter XIII | playlist

warnings/tags: SMUT (minors DNI!), handcuffs, stoplight system, soft!dom eddie, switch!reader, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap that shit like a xmas present!!!), eddie munson x gn!afab!reader, mentions of broken families, minor angst, lots of sweet fluff, a warm fuzzy holiday chapter just in time for xmas!

a/n: Here it is, folks. The last installment of New Kid (well, before i write the epilogue.) I really am so grateful to everyone that’s been reading along,and all the sweet messages i’ve received these past months when i publish new chapters. this isn’t over! i’m coming back with an angsty vengeance! i hope this holds you over til then, though. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and mean the world. happy holidays, friends! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Your POV

(smut)

“So, I did kind of plan a second gift.” Eddie muses as you pull him into your room, closing the door behind him. “Something you’d mentioned, and something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you did.” From his back pocket, he pulls out the pair of handcuffs he’d had hanging on his wall. He watches your eyes widen as your face turns bright red. “If you’re down, of course.” He shrugs, almost concealing his own excitement.

You blink up at him, and he watches your face for an answer. He’s nervous too, it’s not something he’s ever done with someone, but he spent a few nights researching how to safely use bondage with you, because the last thing he wants to do is scare or hurt you. “I, um,” You clear your throat, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely down.”

“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?”

“No, I’m sure. I’m the one that brought it up, originally. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not the only one. If you’d have told fifteen year old Eddie he’d be asked to handcuff someone to a bed he’d probably burst into fuckin’ flames. But I got you, okay? We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“And what word should I say?”

Eddie pauses, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like, a safe word. What should our safe word be?”

Eddie ponders this thought for a second, flipping through his brain to come up with something. “We can use the stop light system?”

“I’m sure I can assume what that is, but tell me just in case.”

“It’s pretty self explanatory. Green means good, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

You nod, eager to get going already. In response, Eddie cups your face in his hand, cooling your flushed skin as he kisses you, softly at first, then opens your lips inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. He pushes you onto your bed, where you lay flat on your back to watch him. Eddie takes the handcuffs from his belt loop, and you bring your arms above your head. Your heart races in your chest as the cuffs click around your wrists, linking them together, freezing against your hot skin. You’re locked into place, the chain weaved through the bars of your bed frame. “How are you doing?” Eddie asks between soft kisses placed on your cheeks, your jaw, your neck.

“Green. So green.” You don’t care how desperate it sounds, your voice low and sultry, letting the mood take full control over you. He gives you a smirk, and moves to the waistband of your jeans, where he unbuttons them before tugging them to your ankles. The cuffs clink against the frame, and you can’t help but giggle at your own struggle. Eddie starts back up your leg, leaving hungry kisses every few inches. He moves slowly, like he’s taunting you, knowing you cant inch closer to him, leaving marks along your inner thighs as you squirm under him, doing everything you can to get him where you need him.

Eddie chuckles lowley at your frustration. “Patience, baby, I’m gonna take my time.” He glances up at you, and you can only imagine what you must look like already: hair tangling underneath you, a desperate lust in your eyes. “You look so pretty like this, so fucking needy for me.” He bites his bottom lip and you whine in response, feeling the wetness in your panties worsen as he speaks.

He plants a kiss on your clothed pussy, not enough friction to release you, but enough to roll your hips toward him, begging Eddie to touch you. He travels up your body further, taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth and dragging them down your legs. “Ill be keeping these.” He says as he peels the fabric from your ankles, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie then pushes your feet toward you, bending your legs before settling between them again. “How are you?” He inquires, resting his chin in his hand as he looks up between your legs.

“Green!” You practically shout, desperate now for him to keep going.

“Promise?”

“Yes! I promise, Eddie, please.” Your voice breaks as you beg, and he only laughs at you again. It’s not malicious, more like he’s entertained by you. He spreads your legs further, taking in the sight of you on display for him. Finally, after what feels like hours of merciless teasing, he dips his head down, and slides his tongue between your folds, pulling a groan from deep within you. Your first instinct is to reach for his head, to grab his hair and pull as hard as you can, but the handcuffs clank against your bed frame again, holding your arms in place above your head.

Eddie moves slowly, taking his time as if your pussy is a five star meal and he’s been starving for weeks. He focuses in on your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bud as you writhe above him, a fire churning in your belly. Sensing your distress, Eddie relieves the tension you’ve built, sliding a finger through your folds to work with his tongue. You moan loudly as he pushes into you, half to drown out the embarrassing noises coming from below you. Eddie sucks softly on your clit as you grind against his face, his free hand roaming to grip your waist. Your walls clench around his thick finger, and he responds by adding a second to stretch you further.

It’s at this point that you take advantage of your free lower limbs, throwing your legs over Eddie’s shoulders, allowing him deeper access. He curls his fingers, and you clench your walls around them as he hits that sweet spot. “Fuck! Fuck!” You turn your head into your raised arm, sinking your teeth into your own flesh to halt your screams from waking your parents. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, whose pace actually slows!

“You alright, angel?” He rasps, just above a whisper.

“I am past alright. Green. Extra green. Please, baby,” You’re begging again, but you’re past the point of being embarrassed by it. Eddie obliges, resuming his movements, and you tighten around his fingers again until the knot unfurls completely, blinding you with pleasure. The wet sounds beneath you are unabashed, Eddie carrying you through the waves of your orgasm until you collapse into the mattress, your legs dead weight on top of him.

“I think I just met god.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, and you wince as you feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

“God had nothing to do with any of what just happened.”

You cackle, and Eddie pushes himself off your bed and tiptoes out of your room, leaving you alone, naked, and handcuffed to your bed. How did we get here?

Eddie’s POV

He rushes to the bathroom, as quietly as he can, wetting a face cloth with cool water. He bumps against the counter and winces, feeling the hardness in his pants. He’d never done something like that before, and it both enchanted and terrified him that you’d wanted to.

“Eddie?” Your voice is sweet and tired, his favorite sound.

“Hmm?” He muses dreamily, wringing out the face cloth. He exits your bathroom and leans against the door frame, basking in your glow. Your skin shines with sweat, your legs bent at the knee as your chest heaves with each breath. Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants, as if to beg for assistance.

“You wanna come unlock these?” You giggle at his spaced out smile. “Maybe I could help you out there.” You nod toward his crotch. “If ya want.”

Eddie chuckles at your notion, and approaches your bed, perching on the side and unlocking your confines. He frowns when he watches you rub your wrists. “Were they too tight?”

You giggle, and he blushes. “No, I just see people in TV shows do that when they get handcuffs off.” You rest your hand on his cheek, and he tilts into your grasp to kiss your palm, then leans you gently back into the pillows.

“Lemme clean you up a little.” Eddie takes the towel and wipes you down, paying extra mind between your legs and your stomach. He takes the opportunity to look at your body, admiring every curve, scar, freckle, and hair on it. He feels your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp gently, leaving a buzz through his brain.

Once he’s finished, Eddie tosses the towel into your hamper. When he turns around to face you, you’re sitting on the end of your bed, your hair pulled into a high ponytail. “C’mere.” It’s a command, and Eddie’s pulled into you. Your fingers go to work undoing his belt, and he takes the opportunity to remove his shirt, losing it to the clutter of your bedroom floor.

Your POV

You feel Eddie’s eyes on you as you yank his jeans down to his ankles, and you chance a look up to him. He gazes at you with wide eyes, pupils consuming them, blissed out already. It gives you a surge of confidence, and you tug his boxers down more slowly, sending him a teasing smirk. You take your time, kissing up his legs as he sways above you, his breathing ragged. When you’ve reached his pelvis, you feel his fingers in your hair. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a giggle, loving how desperate he is for you.

You take a breath, steadying yourself, and take him in your hand. Immediately, Eddie jerks forward, grunting at the contact. You slide your hand down his shaft, and lick a circle around the head, now leaking pre cum. Eddie’s breathing hitches, and you take him further into your mouth, opening your throat to accommodate his size. When you open your eyes again, Eddie’s neck is craned, head thrown back with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. You bob your head faster, and his grip on your scalp tightens, clawing through your hair like a lifeline. You feel his hips snap toward you, staggered at first before finding a rhythm. When he looks back down to you, he moans unabashedly, taking in the sight of you covered in drool and tears, his cock stuck deep in your throat.

Just when Eddie’s about to pull out, you take him out of your mouth with a loud smack, and continue the job with your hand. You kiss down the length of him as he twitches in your hand, and finally take his balls in your mouth. “I’m g- gonna, fuck—“ Eddie stutters, his legs weakening as he shoots his load in your hand, and it drips down his shaft, some even managing to get your hair. “Oh, shit, fuck, christ.” Eddie shakes above you as he comes down, and you’re careful not to move too fast taking him out of your mouth.

Climbing to your feet, you examine your boyfriend like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen. He does the same, and when his eyes land on your head, his brow furrows. “Oh, god, your hair. I’m so sorry, babe, you have cum in your hair.” He's flushed, more so than he was before noticing.

Your hand flies to your head, and when you feel the sticky substance, you snort out a laugh. “Oh, that’s awesome, thank you for such a sweet gift, my love.” You continue laughing, and Eddie joins you. “Should I take care of this now, or should I even bother?” You tilt your head in question, and instead of responding he grabs your hand, pulling you into his body once more. You can feel him against your thigh, already hard again just by touching your naked skin. You move to climb the bed, but he stops you.

“I have one more thing I wanna try. If you want.”

You think about it, what more could he possibly have in mind? “Lay it on me.”

“Can you lie on your stomach for me?” He asks, suddenly shy. You oblige, pressing your stomach to the mattress. Eddie follows you, straddling your lower back as he reaches once more for the handcuffs on the bedside table. Your heart leaps in your chest. “How are you doing?”

You stall a second. You’ve never done this before. “Yellow.” You cringe to yourself, afraid of hurting his feelings.

Eddie doesn’t skip a beat, swinging his leg back over your body, and discarding the cuffs on the floor. “What’s up, love?”

You turn your head to face him, and he’s kneeled beside your bed, arms resting on the mattress. “Just, I’ve never been in this, uh, position before. I don’t think I wanna wear them for my first time doing… that.” You hide behind your hand as you continue. “I trust you, I’m sorry, I’m being dramatic.”

Eddie tugs your wrist, unmasking your bright red face. “Hey, listen. I’m not taking it personally. We don’t have to do that right now, or ever! I’m not hurt, I promise. I'd be more hurt if you thought you had to do it.”

He’s earnest, and you melt at the way he’s looking at you, like you’re glowing, bathed in a golden light only he can see. “We can still. Do that, I mean. Just maybe not while I’m shackled?”

He chuckles softly, nodding his head. “We can do whatever you want, darlin.’ I’m in no rush to be anywhere.”

You lean forward, and he meets your lips halfway. When you pull from him, you reposition yourself on your stomach, this time lifting your hips into the air, and prop yourself up on your elbows. Eddie takes this cue to settle behind you, and he freezes to take in the view.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re fully exposed in front of him, the slope of your back leading right to the mounds of your ass, presented in front of him begging for his touch. He takes a sharp breath in, doing mental gymnastics to stop himself from bursting a second load right there, knowing you deserve just as much of a payoff. Eddie leans forward, and takes a fist full of your hair, using it to steady himself. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly sinks into your soaking pussy.

The sounds are vile, or they would be if they weren’t turning him on so much. You moan as he settles further in, his cock twitching once eagerly inside you, earning another guttural sound echoing from your mouth. When you push your ass further into him, he has to physically restrain himself from cumming. His free hand grips your hip, his nails digging into your soft skin as he moves again, taking control of his movements and yours. He groans as you clench around him, his back hunching over, his chest now flush against your back. He lets go of your hair, moving his hand around to cup your tit, taking your nipple between two fingers. He mouths at your neck, shiny with a layer of sweat, and sucks a fat bruise into the hollow of your throat. Eddie closes his eyes, relishing in the sounds coming from your mouth, as well as the wet noises between you both. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he moves with more determination. His hand travels to your clit, rubbing fierce circles on the bud as you thrust yourself further onto his cock.

Eddie can tell you’re close, so he figures now’s the time to go all in. He moves your hair off your neck before moving to whisper in your ear. “Make a mess, baby, I want you to come all over me, okay? I wanna hear how wet I make you.”

“God, Eddie, your cock feels so good. I’m gonna cum, baby, I want you to come with me. Wanna make you feel good.”

Eddie’s hips snap into you again, and you clench around him, causing his rhythm to stutter. You shake beneath him, your legs losing strength as he continues his fingers on your clit. Finally, Eddie’s head drops into your shoulder, and he lets out a low growl as he comes, coating your throbbing walls with his hot seed. He lets his weight drop onto you, flattening you back onto your stomach as you both heave exhausted breaths.

—

Your POV

“Hey, pst, Eds.” You whisper, and he shifts to bury his nose in your neck.

“Mm?”

“You wanna get off of me?” You giggle and he doesn’t move. “Baby?”

He snores in response, one that lets you know he’s still awake, but doesn’t plan on moving. You wriggle underneath him, shaking both of you as well as the bed.

Finally, he gives up the charade and rolls onto the mattress, your sweaty skin peeling from his own. He rests his arm behind his head, and you take the invitation to snuggle into him. “Green.” You mumble, tracing circles on his chest as he continues catching his breath.

“Emerald, even. Radioactive.” His hand lands in your hair, but recoils again when he touches the sticky chunk plastered to your cheek. “Oh, god, baby I’m so sorry. That’s so—”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off. “Nothing about sex with you will ever turn me off.”

“You’re still gonna wanna get that out of there.” He meets your gaze, a small smile on his lips. “You wanna shower?”

You nod. “Care to join me?”

—

(smut end)

You rise early the next morning, the sun shining through the slits in your curtains. Eddie is snoring peacefully next to you, his arm draped around your middle, keeping you in place. After planting a kiss on his forehead, you peel his arm off of your torso, and scoot off the side of the bed.

Christmas Eve is your family’s big day. The small family you do have fly in from all over, and moving to Indiana isn’t going to change that. You can already hear your grandmother’s rasp in the living room, and you feel the weight in your chest begin to crush you.

From your closet, you yank your family approved Christmas attire: a red velvet dress that lands at your knees, with fuzzy white cuffs on the collar. You drape it over your desk chair, and plop yourself down in front of the vanity to make yourself presentable. Makeup is supposed to be fun, but every time you wear it for your family, your spirit dies a little, knowing what they’d say if you’d done it how you like it. You apply a soft blush to your cheeks, a gloss to your lips, and mascara to your eyes. You forego the heavy eyeliner and dramatic eyeshadow, sighing as you brush your hair down flat.

The noises of Eddie stirring from sleep catch your attention, and you move from your desk to sit next to him on the bed. His eyes crack open, meeting your gaze as a big grin paints his face. “Am I being blessed by the Christmas Angel? Was I really that good this year?” He rasps, shifting to get a better look at you.

You roll your eyes, backhanding him lightly in the chest. “Actually, you’ve been incredibly naughty. Claus himself wanted to scold you, but I promised I’d make you pay.” You snicker. He responds by throwing his arms around your neck, pulling you into his naked chest. You giggle loudly before an abrupt stop, causing him to pull away, raising an eyebrow at you.

“My grandmother’s already here. You’ll have to sneak out the window.”

Eddie’s face contorts in confusion. “I thought your parents didn’t mind me sleeping over?”

“They don’t. But she will, and I’m trying to save you, myself, and my parents from her scolding. Go home, get ready, tell Wayne. I’ll see you for dinner.” You place a peck on his nose and attempt to get up, but he pulls you back onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna need more than that to motivate me.” You oblige, connecting your lips to his, letting him fully control the kiss. “Okay!” he exclaims, releasing you, “I’ll see you later, love. Good luck out there.” He rolls off the bed and tugs his clothes on, and you leave him to it, closing the door behind you.

—

You hear the van peel out of your driveway as you reach the kitchen, cringing at your oblivion to just how loud that fucking car is. “Good morning, my beautiful family. Nice to see you, gram.” You approach her, and she wraps her wrinkly arms around your middle.

“Lovely to see you, darling. Merry Christmas.”

You walk over to your parents in the kitchen, preparing desserts and side dishes as the ham cooks in the oven. “I invited Eddie and Wayne for dinner. Hope that’s alright.”

“Of course, kiddo. I’ll try to make sure she behaves.” Your father nods his head towards his mom. “No storming off, though. No matter how badly you want to.”

You nod, face blushing with the embarrassment of last time. “I’ll try my darndest.” You get to work helping your mom mash the potatoes.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie enters the trailer, the gust of wind chilling the entryway before he’s able to slam the screen shut.

“Happy holidays, son. Which movie are we watching first?” Eddie and Wayne usually spend Christmas Eve binging campy Christmas movies, every so often cleansing their palate with a horror flick.

“Actually,” He hesitates. Christmas has been rough for both of them since being exiled from the family. He’s not even sure if Wayne will want to go to dinner. “We got invited to Y/n’s house for dinner tonight.”

Wayne turns to meet his nephew’s eyes, his expression softening when he reads Eddie’s. “Do you wanna go?”

Eddie nods. “I do. I really do, but not if you don’t.”

“Of course I’ll go. Sure we’re not intruding?”

Eddie chuckles. “No, actually, I’m not sure at all. Guess we’ll find out. Can I borrow a dress shirt?”

It’s Wayne’s turn to laugh. “Of course, kid. Whatever you need. I’ll get the stuff for Munson’s mac and cheese to bring.”

Eddie nods, closing his bedroom door behind him.

—

Your POV

It’s noon when your family starts piling into your living room. Your cousins, aging from three to sixteen, chase your uncle around the living room, while your aunt converses with your mother about the joys of a new home. You’re pacing in the kitchen, sneaking rum into your eggnog, when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You practically shout, speed walking to the door and opening it to your boyfriend and his uncle. Eddie’s wearing a blue collared shirt tucked into black dress pants, and Wayne is in a polo shirt and jeans, a work jacket over top. Eddie’s holding a platter in his hands, and you can already smell the mac and cheese inside. You take the plate from him in one hand, and place a kiss on his cheek. “Happy holidays!” You say cheerfully, your host-esque demeanor not letting up even for them.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Wayne says, and you give him a one armed hug before moving to let them in.

“Whoa.” It comes from behind you, and you pivot, coming face to face with your cousin, Julie. She’s years younger than you, fourteen, but you’ve always gotten along. You’re the reason she listens to Black Sabbath, and an even bigger reason your aunt isn’t a fan of yours. “Who’s that?!” She whispers, referring to Eddie, her face beet red.

You laugh at her shyness, thinking it’s adorable how obvious her crush already is. “That’s my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Her expression lightens. “Your boyfriend?! He’s so cute! Good job.” She peers around you to catch another glimpse, and you follow her stare. Eddie’s shaking hands with your uncle, who’s blabbing enthusiastically about god knows what.

“Yeah, I did pretty good, huh.” You muse, more to yourself. “You wanna meet him?”

Julie looks back to you, nerves visible on her face. She nods eagerly. You place the pasta on the counter and remove the foil, then take your cousin’s hand in yours.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re approaching him, and he takes you in fully. The velvet dress suits you well, hugging the curves of your body, and flowing around your legs as you walk. Next to you is a small girl, wearing a black t-shirt and flannel with ripped blue jeans. Her brown hair is short, landing just above her ears in a pixie cut, and her face is a blushing pink.

“Hi, beautiful.” He greets you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

“Hi, baby. I want you to meet my cousin. Julie, this is Eddie, he plays guitar in a metal band. And, he’s a dungeon master.”

The girl’s eyes widen as you speak, and Eddie can’t help his heart aching. This girl must be about Dustin’s age, shy and awkward as he remembers his own freshman year being. He extends a hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

She takes his hand in Eddie’s, shaking it once. “Nice to meet you. I uh, I like your hair.”

Eddie opted to wear his hair down tonight, despite knowing it will probably anger your grandmother. He didn’t feel like himself with it up, only ever wearing it like that when he’s too hot, or if Wayne needs his car fixed. “Thanks, kiddo! I like yours, too.”

Julie’s expression brightens when he says that, and it hurts a little. She probably doesn’t get a lot of compliments on it. He can see why you wanted her to meet him.

It’s then that your grandmother chooses to make her appearance, approaching the three of you with a signature sour face. “I’m surprised to see you here, Edward. Figured I’d scared you off.”

Eddie doesn’t know whether to laugh, so he looks at you, and you can only shrug. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. L/n.” He extends a hand to your grandmother, and she shakes it once before walking away.

“Can I call that a win?” He asks you, still confused.

“I think so?”

—

Your POV

Your family gathers in the kitchen to exchange gifts. Your parents shock you when they hand both Eddie and Wayne small boxes. Inside Eddie’s is a note that he reads to himself, and a silver ring with a ram skull welded to it. Wayne receives a mug for his wall, a bright yellow smiley face painted on it. Eddie hands your parents two small gift bags. Your mom opens hers to a vanilla scented candle, a smell you know she loves, and your dad receives a Pink Floyd tape. You had no clue Eddie had gotten your parents gifts, let alone gifts they’ll actually enjoy.

You receive a few records from your parents, but it’s a necklace from your grandmother that sits with you. Usually, she gives you a dress, or a new lipstick, or even hair clips that you eventually discard when enough time has passed. The necklace, though, is a thin silver chain with a tree pendant that sparkles when it catches the light. It’s perfect. “Thank you, Grammy.” Tears well in your eyes as you lean over to hug her, and she actually hugs you back.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” She squeezes you before letting you go. “I am sorry about how I acted. Eddie’s a nice man, and you’re a smart, um, person.” You smile at her attempt to be inclusive. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”

“I am, I really am. Thank you.” You kiss her cheek, and watch your cousins open the gifts from their grandmother, tearing the wrapping paper off aggressively.

—

“Dinner!” Your mom calls from the kitchen, and your family makes its way to her to build their plates.

“Hey,” You hear from behind you, and it’s Wayne, a plate and fork in his hand.

“Hi!” You greet. You’ve never really had a conversation with him, but you desperately want to know the man that raised such a good one himself.

“Thank you again, for inviting us. Christmas is hard for Eddie. For both of us, really. It’s been difficult for me to give him everything he wants, even though I want to. I’ve never seen him this happy, not since meeting you. I really think you saved his life.”

You can feel the tears in your eyes as he speaks, your heart aching in your chest for your boyfriend, the sweetest boy you know, suffering through the holidays. “He makes me so happy. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”

Wayne gives you a small smile and nods, turning back to the food trays in front of you and helping himself to some ham.

You and Eddie take your seats at the table, and the rest of your family make themselves comfortable in their respective seats. Your grandmother sits at the head, where her husband used to sit, and your father in her normal space to the left. She clears her throat as your family settles, and all eyes are on her. “Happy holidays, everyone,” she starts, eyes scanning around the table at her children and grandchildren. “This is our first year without Gilbert, and it’s been awfully hard for me. Seeing all of your faces, as well as some new ones,” her eyes land on Wayne, then Eddie, “has warmed my heart. I know I am intense, I can even be cold. But I love you all, even if you did corrupt my son,” She winks at your mother, “Or steal away my daughter,” She looks to your uncle, “Or even seduce my grandchild,” She smirks at Eddie, “I am still so glad to have you here today. Here’s to many more.” She raises her wine glass, cueing everyone to follow suit. Glasses clink as shouts of “Be merry!” and “Happy holidays!” echo through the room. You reach for Eddie’s hand under the table and squeeze. He squeezes back, wearing a big grin.

—

“Thank you for coming! Drive safe, and call us when you get to your hotels!” Your mother calls from the front door as your family members file out. Wayne follows them, thanking your mother once again at the door. “Kick him out any time, by the way. Don’t let him mooch too long.” Your mom giggles in response.

“You’re both welcome, any time.” She says, and your father gives him a wave from the kitchen.

You and Eddie are draped on the couch, your legs in his lap as you sip hot cocoa with Rudolph playing quietly behind you. Your parents finish cleaning the dishes, talking quietly to each other as you snuggle up to Eddie.

“Hi.” You look up at him, his eyes glued to the TV before he snaps his attention to you.

“Hi, pretty.” He whispers, and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You have a good day?”

You nod, and you really mean it. “I was so nervous. That went surprisingly well.”

Eddie chuckles at you, and nods in agreement. “I was too. I really thought your grandmother was gonna rip my balls off.”

It pulls a cackle from your throat. “I wouldn’t put it past her. But seriously, thank you. For everything, really. I’ve moved so many times before, but leaving the state was really hard. You made my transition so much easier. You make me feel so wanted. I love you.” You’ve said it all before, but the warmth of the holidays is making you sentimental.

Eddie blushes, his eyes glazing over. “Thank you for letting me in. I didn’t think I had a chance. But I've never been so comfortable, so happy with someone before. I love you too, so much.” He leans in and connects your lips to his, cradling your head in his hands as you deepen the kiss. When you break the kiss, he looks to the ceiling to see the mistletoe dangling above your heads. He can’t help but snort out a laugh before kissing you again.

—-

ONE WEEK LATER

December 31, 1985

Your POV

“Alright! Lemme see!” Robin claps her hands together as she and Nancy wait on your bed. You emerge from the bathroom, in a glittering black pantsuit, a deep v-neck plunging toward your belly button. Your hair is down, fluffed up by your hair dryer, and your boots are chunky white heels. You look like a disco dancer and you’re obsessed.

Nancy’s jaw drops. “Show stopping. Absolutely incredible!” She squeals, and you giggle, giving them a spin for the full effect. Robin is wearing red leather pants and a tight black halter top, and Nancy’s dawned a cropped t-shirt and flowing mesh skirt. The three of you are already buzzed when you hear the honk of Eddie’s van outside.

“Bye, parents! See you next year!” You call, knowing your parents are going out tonight as well.

“Bye, honey! Be safe!”

Steve gives you the front seat, crawling over the console to sit between Robin and Jonathan. “You look fuckin’ hot, babe.” Eddie’s absorbing you with his gaze, and you feel warm under his stare.

“You’re lookin pretty good yourself, stud.” Eddie’s in a black button down shirt and tight jeans, his leather jacket draped over top, and his pick dangling on his chest. With his normal set of rings sits the one your mother gave him, and you smile when you see it.

“Alright, nerds, time to party!” Eddie backs out of your driveway, tires skidding on the icy cement.

—

Eddie’s POV

He pulls into The Hideout, parking as close as he can manage with all the cars crowding the parking lot. It’s New Year’s Eve, one of their busiest nights of the year. They’d posted flyers teasing a show tonight, and he refused to miss the opportunity.

“Do we know who’s playing yet?” Steve questions, draping an arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, they go on a bit before midnight. Rumor has it they’re pretty popular. I’m not getting my hopes up, though.” He has his own theories of who it could be, but every band he can think of makes no logical sense.

Eddie throws the double doors to the club open, wafting the warm air over everyone. People are bumping and grinding against each other, drinks in their hands as loud music blares over the speakers. Eddie takes hold of you, dragging you to the bar immediately. “Shirley?” He doesn’t have to ask, he knows they’re your favorite. You nod, and he orders for you, and a whiskey for himself. When you return to your table, Steve and Robin are having an animated discussion.

“Y/n, Eddie, can you tell Robin that resolutions are useless, please?” He gulps down his drink, taking a break from his rant.

“They’re not! They give you something to work towards! It’s good to have goals, Steve.”

“It’s not that I don’t have goals! But waiting until the last possible day of the year to claim you do is stupid!”

“I dunno,” You shrug, and Eddie turns his attention to you. “It’s nice to have goals, but I get what you’re saying. I think resolutions make sense if they’re actually attainable. Most people don’t really think that part through.”

“Can you give me an example of a realistically reachable resolution?”

You shrug, and look at your boyfriend. “Eddie graduating this year is an attainable goal.” You state simply, and Eddie blushes as he takes another swig of his drink. “Unattainable would be, like, Steve finding a girlfriend that isn’t insanely shallow.” You giggle, and Eddie bursts into a cackle with the rest of your friends as Steve chugs his beer, rolling his eyes. You offer an apology, resting your hand on top of Steve’s. “I don’t mean that for real, man, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, laughing with you. “No, no it was funny. I’ll remember that one, though.”

—

Your POV

“Okay, enough existential talk, huh? Midnight’s in ten minutes, let’s dance!” You scoot out of the booth, tugging Eddie behind you. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy follow you, taking their places in the crowd near the stage. As Baba O’Reily fades, the MC takes the stage, clearing his throat to get the crowd’s attention.

“Hello, fellow freaks!” He shouts, and the crowd erupts in hoots and hollers. “We have some very special guests here to help us ring in the new year! Please, give it up, for Minor Threat!”

Your heart stops, and your jaw might as well be on the floor. Your favorite band, here?! In Hawkins? You perch on your toes to speak in Eddie’s ear. “Did you know?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No clue! How awesome is this, though?!” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your stomach, swaying to the music.

We're not the first, hope we're not the last

'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash

The time is so little, the time belongs to us

Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?

Make do with what you have

Take what you can get

Pay no mind to us

We're just a minor threat

The first song ends, and it’s 11:59. The crowd, and the band, start counting down.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Noise makers sound off, drinks are poured, and people are kissing. Robin plants a small kiss on Steve’s cheek, Jonathan leans into Nancy, sweeping her into a kiss, and Eddie looks at you with longing eyes.

“Happy new year, baby.” You say, feeling like you’re the only two in the crowded bar.

“‘86, baby. It’s our year.” He leans into you, and you meet him halfway, crushing his lips in an eager kiss. It’s your year. Both of yours. And there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with.

—

THE END!

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