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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Epel, Cater: With Open Arms

ashldbasiyaod Sorry for getting your birthday fic out late, Epel 💦

I couldn't find anything in the vignettes to hone in on as the major topic for his convo with Cater... so I made up my own little tale based on the painting in Epel's Groovy illustration and used that as a jumping off point. Hopefully you still enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Time.

Red was not Epel's color.

It was too bright, too bold—and yet he felt his eye drawn to it. The color, a magnet with a pull too strong to resist.

There.

A fair maiden, her eyes shut, cupped the fruit in both hands. Dainty fingers hugged the apple--round, ripe, and skin the color of a ruby. It was unblemished and free of bites, trapped in the scene to be savored by the gazes of passerbys.

"Hehe. This one looks pretty tasty too," Epel murmured to himself.

"Are you looking out for every painting with an apple in it?" Cater teased from a little way ahead of him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and Epel was reminded of a Granny Smith. Not quite the same shade, but there was the familiar tartness, a slight bite.

"I guess so. I help out with produce quality control back home, so I think I just started doing it without thinking." He slightly inclined his head. "It's a nice apple."

"You don't know the story behind it?"

"Er, no. I didn't realize there was one."

"It's a cautionary tale about being wary of strangers!" Cater threw a wink to the first year. "They tell it all the time to kids in the Shaftlands.

"It goes like this: a girl lives in the forest with seven of her friends. One day, when her friends are off mining for work, a stranger offers her a juicy red apple. She takes a bite of it and falls unconscious. The stranger had poisoned the apple because they were jealous of the happy life the girl had.

"The girl's seven friends come home and manage to bring her an antidote, so she's okay. The stranger is chased away, and the girl and her friends are a happy family again."

"Gosh, that's morbid! Why'd you have to go and tell me that..."

"Hehe. Scary, right?" The amused trill in Cater's voice didn't match his words. "Envy can drive people to do some pretty insane things to come out on top."

"When you say it with a smile like that... I can't help but be a little worried, Cater-senpai."

"It's not that surprising. Happens all the time on socials!" his upperclassman chirped. The green of his eyes had shifted a shade darker. "It's much easier to turn on someone when you're looking at them through a screen instead of in the eyes."

Epel clasped his hands to his chest. "... Do people really do that though? Just go on the internet to lie and backstab...?"

"Aww, you're still so innocent, Epel-chan. Well, you'll learn about this kind of stuff sooner or later. Placing your faith in anyone that comes along might lead to you hurting in the end."

"Is that really how it is?" Epel's brows scrunched--as did his nose. It made him look like a frustrated little bunny. "It might be a city thing.

"In Harveston, we help each other out all the time. Everyone knows each other. If the harvest is heavy and we're short on hands, the neighbors will pick apples with us. When there's a celebration, it's potluck style. We each make a dish and share it with the village. My ma 'n pa... er, that is, my parents... they always tell me we ought to extend that courtesy to outsiders and tourists too."

"That must be the famous Harveston hospitality Lils told me about! It sounds so nice~" Cater sighed wistfully, then pouted. "It's rare to find a community as close-knit as that nowadays. In the largest cities, people are way too busy to pay you any mind. Cay-kun's got major FOMO!"

"Ahahah... We really did grow up in very different places." Epel smiled softly. "Tell you what. If you ever visit, we'll be sure to welcome you with open arms, Cater-senpai. You can be a part of our family too."

"Eh, you mean it?!" Cater's face immediately lit up--and Epel had to wonder if his sadness had been an act. Truth or lie? It was always difficult to tell with him.

"I might just take you up on that offer then," Cater crooned, slipping an arm around Epel's shoulder. "You'll have to show me all of the best attractions and local specialties! Oh, and the best photo spots!"

"It's a promise."

His mouth stretched into a cheeky smirk. The red of a shining apple and the taste of a teasing—temptations he failed to resist.

"And how about a juicy poisoned apple to bring back as a souvenir?"

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[nrdmssgs]

König meeting civilian reader Scenario (part 2)

Masterlist

Part 1 here

Huge shoutout to @ethanhoewke and @patyog for helping me realize, the second part was possible.

After a month, reader meets König once more, this time in more intimate atmosphere. König gets cuddles)

It was not an easy task to gather all your friends together. Not because your group was particularly big. You just were all growing older: some started families, others changed jobs, places of work, every next year there were more adult problems, keeping some of you away from others.

So you weren't surprised, when only a few of your friends agreed to come to that little party of yours to celebrate your move to another part of town.

You scroll down your group chat, counting, how many people will come, when you stumble upon a message of your friend, who introduced König to your company.

"I'm coming with *Königs civilian name*"

You felt, as if a little light flickered in your chest.

Even though the last time, you've seen this humble and gentle giant was almost a month ago, you still remembered him time to time and smiled. His voice, soothed and carried away by the talk, you two had, still resounded in your ears from that conversation in the bar.

Behind the menacing figure, there was a warm soul. Not a most open one, but still... You didn't need much time to figure it out.

There were these little "cracks" in his reserved demeanor. Little shy smiles, happiness flickering somewhere deep in his silver eyes, when his mind was consumed with something, he was passionate about.

You weren't sure, why exactly, but you were happy, you'd see him once again, hear his sweet accent.

The moving itself is scheduled for the next day, but this is your old tradition - to celebrate not in the new, but in the old apartment. As evening falls, your friends begin to gather.

König and your mutual friend are among the first to arrive. You greet them warmly and lead them into the living room.

He smiles, but does not look up and seems to be trying to press himself against the wall, take up less space.

You feel sorry for the poor guy, so you give him a little tour of your apartment, just to keep him busy.

"And here is my bedroom. Now it's almost full of boxes, as you can see. And the bed seems to have been taken over by Bo," you laugh, pointing at the fluffy red cat's tail sticking out from under your blanket.

He almost steps into your bedroom, but stops abruptly in midstep."E-ehm, is it ok, if I say hi to him?"

"Go on, this old buddy can be grumpy, but he enjoys a good scratch. Just don’t expect anything big from him, he isn't the most outgoing pal."

And so you leave those too alone at peace. You don't tell König, that your old cat tends to ignore strangers, unless they bring him treats.

The evening goes on, you chat with friends and almost forget about two discreet quiet buddies hanging out in the next room.

That is, until it's time for your old tradition: a ritual you've developed with your friends a long time ago. You called it "Hyde scroll". In honor of the move, you and your friends bought a roll of paper and the cheapest set of paints. The roll was laid out in an empty room and everyone had to draw or write something that is now weighing on him. Someone confessed their love, others drew caricatures of their boring colleagues or bosses. There were no restrictions or rules in this matter. At the end, the one of you who was going to move took the resulting collage with him.

And when you uncorked the sparkling wine and poured it into glasses and prepared paints and paper on the floor - you remembered that someone was missing here.

"Hey, I'm sorry, we completely forgot you here!" you stop at your bedroom door, shocked by what you see. König is sitting on the floor by the bed, and your cat Bo, who is usually not interested in guests, stretched out on his chest and pressed his red snout to Koenig's chin. Bo`s purring so loud, as he never did with you.

König seems to enjoy it so much, he would gladly purr too if he could. His massive hand covers the whole upper body of Bo, who was never considered a small cat. The other hand is rested under Bos` paws to serve him as a support.

The guy looks at you and shyly smiles. "He wanted cuddles, I guess."

"H-how did you do that?" you ask, utterly confused. "Bo is not the easiest one to make friends with..."

König looks down in embarrassment at the cat purring loudly on his chest. "I didn't do anything special, honestly. I guess, animals just love me."

You giggle and pull him by the hand to the living room, where others already enjoy their sparkling wine and creative freedom.

The appearance of König with a cat in his arms causes a sensation in the room. "This is the first time Bo has hit it off so quickly!" notices one of your friends.

You even get a little jealous of your cat. You lived with him for 13 years, and he never slept so peacefully in your arms if you got up and walked somewhere.

Perhaps it was because you were much smaller than König and the cat was not so comfortable when you walked somewhere with him in your arms.

König sits down on the floor in front of the spread paper and looks at what the others had drawn and written. Sometimes he chuckles softly, sometimes sighs tenderly. He still holds Bo carefully in his hands.

You move paint and brushes closer to him. "I can't, my hands are full. And this is where your friends should paint, not someone you see a second time," he says, looking up at you.

"Hey, we're already friends, since you almost stole my cats' heart," you get down on the floor next to him and take the cat away from him, getting a disgruntled look from Bo. "I trust my buddy here, he won't open up so easily to someone not worthy. So might as well call you my friend."

König looks taken aback by your words and you proceed. "Here, you see that small doodle at the corner? It's from our mutual friend. And you know, how our friendship started? I liked his T-shirt and I just walked up to him and asked where can I buy a same one. Fast-forward to this day - we're almost best friends. So... friendship doesn't always have to be earned or to start with anything big. Sometimes it just... you know, just starts."

His expression slowly changes to a more understanding one. You start telling him about other doodles and people behind them. In several minutes a little barely visible smile blooms on his face again.

In the end, you convince him to take a brush and paint something. You even promise not to peek as he does it.

When the evening comes to an end and almost all your friends leave, Koenig helps you clean up after the party. Almost the entire apartment is filled with boxes of things you packed for the move. You have to maneuver between them, like in a maze.

At some point, you turn from behind a mountain of boxes and almost trip over König. He catches you at the last moment and for some reason apologizes.

"You have nothing to apologize for, it's all about moving with endless boxes," you laugh back.

He looks around the rows of boxes and looks at you anxiously. "Are you going to load everything into the car tomorrow yourself?"

"Well, of course, I can ask Bo, but something tells me that he will not help me."

He chuckles as he looks back towards the bedroom, where your cat has gone. "Can I... can I help you tomorrow?"

"Hey, it won't be fun... Just a full day of loading, unloading, heavy lifting, putting oddly named furniture together. I don't think, it's something, you want to spend your time on."

"I'd be spending my time on my friend... And besides, heavy lifting never bothered me."

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[moonjella]

an appetite for destruction : teaser

synopsis: gojo satoru is your soulmate. if him being your childhood sweetheart isn’t enough to convince you, it’s the matching butterfly shaped birthmarks on your wrists. it appeared for him when he was four and you when you were five. and in a world where people stopped believing in soulmates, you and satoru were destined for a rare and pure love. but what happens when you begin to question that reality? what happens when a new birthmark appears? and what happens when you start seeing less of gojo and more of his kind, affectionate and handsome best friend? your life rocks like a boat in dangerous waters and you soon feel your appetite for love turning into an appetite for destruction.

tags and warnings: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru, soulmate au, love triangle, semi–public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sub!reader, spit kink, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names. minors do not interact!

word count: 4.5k words (teaser only)

taglist is open <3 and reblogs are appreciated :)

Guests arrive one by one as the sun sets below the skyline. Golden hour makes the city scape shimmer and you struggle to tear your eyes from the view. Such a beauty is rare to find in this world yet here it is right in front of you.

You’re so tiny and insignificant against the world at large; there must be more to life than a performative graduation party for your boyfriend.

You wouldn’t hesitate to celebrate any of his achievements with him but you’re old enough and smart enough to know that in the world you live in, no party goes by without a hidden agenda.

Sure, everyone is celebrating Satoru’s graduation and new job in his father’s firm. But they will spend most of the evening discussing potential business deals and forming new connections for their personal networks.

Satoru isn’t one to turn down a party, especially if it could help his family’s business. But even he didn’t see the point in celebrating since he was fully entitled to his new job anyway, being his father’s son and all.

You relate to him in that way. You scored your own place in your mother’s business because you’re her daughter. You could argue that you earned it through hard work. But it wouldn’t change the fact. This was always meant to be.

You were always going to work in your mother’s company regardless. Whether you wanted to or not. Luckily for you, you do.

Gojo, on the other hand, has been dreading this day for many years.

Growing up with your life planned out for you isn’t the worst kind of life to live, but you can’t help but wonder sometimes.

If things were different.

If one tiny part of your life was lived differently, how much of a stranger would you be to the person you are today?

Would you have still graduated from your dream university? Would you be working for your mother? Would you still be with Satoru?

Would he still be your soulmate?

Your mind is filled with random thoughts until your mother approaches you, pulling you from your trance.

“Hey, baby,” she kisses your cheek. “The guests are arriving. Go change your shoes.”

“Oh, yeah,” you tear your eyes from the view outside the window and look down at your trainers. Your mother was right — your feet would have been dead if you wore your heels while setting up for the party. “Where did you put them again?”

“They’re in the private function room. Be quick, okay? You need to be back here to greet the guests.”

“’Kay.”

You jog toward the hallway, passing early guests and waiters carrying champagne on the way and when you reach the door to the function room, you look both ways before slipping inside.

Switching on the light, you scour the room for the bag of shoes your mother left. You need your heels on asap so you can head back to the entrance and wait for Satoru. But no matter where you look, the bag isn’t there.

In the cabinet, behind the couch, tucked into a small corner.

Your shoes are nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you mutter. “Where the hell are they?”

Your blood heats up as you run around the room searching for your shoes. You can’t afford to be late. But after five minutes of thoroughly searching, you consider attending the party in your trainers. They matched your dress well enough and although the guests might notice them, they’d have the decency to not say anything.

At least not to your face.

You sigh, giving up on your short–lived rebellion. Perhaps you’re in the wrong room and your search would be more fruitful elsewhere. But just as you turn towards the door to leave, it swings open causing you to gasp and place a hand over your heart.

You’re immediately settled when you meet the blue eyes of your boyfriend.

“Toru!” you whine. “You scared me.”

“My bad, princess,” Satoru leans down and presses an apologetic kiss on your cheek. “I didn’t mean to.”

Within seconds, you’ve forgiven him for frightening you and cuddle into his chest. Dressed in an expensive three-piece suit, he looks rather dashing for a mere graduation party. Of course, Satoru doesn’t give up any chance to dress to the eyeballs in designer clothes and accessories but still, with his slicked back hair, Rolex and the type of suit he should be saving for a wedding, you can’t help but feel underdressed next to him.

Not that you’re complaining though. He looks incredible and you know for a fact you’ll be staring at him and only him for the entire night.

“What are you doing here so early? I thought your family were going to arrive last. You know, since this is your surprise party.”

“Way to ruin the surprise,” Gojo jokes. “But I actually wanted to see you before the party.”

“What for?”

“I have something for you.” You didn’t realise he was holding something behind his back and he pulls out a neatly pressed bag with ribbons and the logo of your favourite designer brand. “A gift for milady.”

“A gift?” you laugh. “Toru, this is your party. What are you doing giving me a gift?”

He shrugs it off and collapses onto the couch, loosening his tie. Your thighs press together at the sight but you waste no time in thirsting after your boyfriend as you sit beside him and tear open the ribbons.

“No way!” you gasp, pulling out the sleek box. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, yes I did.” Satoru grins to himself proudly, feeling his slacks tighten as you bounce with excitement. He knows you have the wealth to buy anything you want, but he feel some sort of pride when he’s the one giving you what you want.

And in a twisted way, he feels the pride deep in his gut where it travels south and makes his cock throb. The smile on your face is so precious as you admire the shoes he gifted you but the only thing he can think about is turning your U–shaped lips into an O.

“I can’t believe it, Gojo,” you exclaim. “My mother was on the waitlist for these and she never got a pair. How on earth did you?”

His body shakes with a mischievous sort of laughter.

“Your mother was never on the waitlist.”

“What…?”

“I told her to lie to you about it. Wanted to surprise you myself.”

“How on earth did you get her on your side?”

“She loves me, for starters,” the two of you chuckle. “But she loves you more than anyone and she loved the idea of making you believe you’d never get a pair when the whole time, I had them. For you.”

“Toru…” your eyes swim with tears. “That’s so thoughtful.”

You sniffle, admiring the pair in your lap. There were only five pairs made in the world and only one pair was available in Japan. Your mother being the most prominent fashion designer in the country made you certain she’d have first dibs on the pair. But owning an luxury brand which put Japan on the map when your great–grandparents founded it long ago was clearly not enough for her to bargain for the shoes, or so you thought.

You always wondered who the lucky person to snag the shoes before her was.

Turns out, it was your own boyfriend and now the shoes belong to you.

They’re adorned in the finest black silk and encrusted with diamonds. Only, this pair didn’t have the dazzling white diamonds you expected them too. Instead, light blue sparkling diamonds in the unique shade of Satoru’s eyes sat on top of the shoe.

“They’re blue.” You state.

“You like them?” he looks at you expectantly and grins. “I had the family jeweller swap out the diamonds for blue ones, since you love the colour of my eyes so much.”

Light blue diamonds are one of the rarest and most expensive kind and to have them on one of the rarest and most expensive pairs of shoes in the world puts into perspective how unique they are. These shoes are the definition of one of a kind and you feel all the love and effort that went into them deeply.

“Thank you, Toru,” you sob. “I love them so much.”

“Aww, baby. Don’t go crying on me now, I thought you were happy.”

“I am happy. These are happy tears,” you laugh. “Seriously, Satoru. These are incredible. I can’t find the words to describe how much I love them.”

“You don’t need to,” he smiles and gently traces his hand down your bare calf and ankles before slipping off your trainers. “You can just show me.”

Satoru moves from the couch and crouches with one knee on the ground. Rolling down your socks, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot before placing it in one of the heels like prince charming himself. And in true fairytale fashion, the shoe is a perfect fit.

Your face heats up with the adoration you hold for him and he slips on your other shoe before taking you by the hand and pulling you to your feet.

“How do they feel?”

“Perfect,” you squeal excitedly. “They’re perfect.”

“Good, because I have another gift for you.”

“Enough with the gifts, Toru. This is meant to be a party to celebrate you.”

“And what better way can I celebrate myself than making the woman I love happy?”

“Toru,” you pout. “you really didn’t need to.”

He shrugs it off and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a long, thin box and handing it to you. Smiling, you open the lid to reveal a stunning, dainty necklace with a faint blue diamond pendant, matching the diamonds on your shoe.

“Gojo Satoru!” you yelp. “This is all too much! I can’t take this.”

“Oh, you can and you will,” he warns you and takes the necklace from the box. Naturally, you spin around and move your hair to the side so he can fasten it around your neck. It sits prettily in the centre of your collarbone and once again, the tears start rolling.

Satoru kisses each and every one of them away, deepening your love for him. He playfully nips your skin between his teeth, bringing even more tears to your eyes.

“Wipe your tears, baby. I wanna have some fun before the party starts.”

Your body melts into the couch as Gojo reaches into your neck and licks stripes before kissing over them sweetly. Surprisingly, you find some resistance in you to protest. “There’s no time, Toru. We’ll be late.”

“The party doesn’t start until I get there.”

“That’s not the point,” you hiss as he bites down, causing your legs to wrap around him. “Our parents will be mad if we’re late.”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin, pulling down the strap of your dress and biting your shoulder. You yelp and he moves to your mouth to swallow your whimpers in his own. “Keep it down, princess. Someone’ll hear you.”

“Fuck…” you whisper. “Need you, Toru.”

“What happened to being late for the party?” he teases and reaches under your body to pull down the zip of your dress. He effortlessly lifts you up and the dress glides to the ground. You step out of it donned only in your lacey underwear, precious heels and jewelled necklace he adorned you with.

And your body burns under his gaze.

“Toru…touch me…please…”

Satoru instead leaves you standing in the centre of the room where the cold air attacks your skin; your nipples harden and press against the helpless lace of your bra. Meanwhile, Satoru takes a seat on the couch, relaxing into the cushions and unbuckling his belt. His blazer falls to the side but his waistcoat stays intact while he pulls his cock from his boxers.

“Stay like that, princess,” he mutters. “Just like that.”

His voice shudders as he strokes his cock, not once taking his eyes off you. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him, as does your pussy. Arousal leaks through your flimsy panties and you rub your thighs together for some relief against your puffy lips.

“Fuck, so needy for me, huh?” you whine and nod. “Just as I thought. You’re the perfect little whore for me.”

You watch helplessly and hungrily as his cock twitches and hips jut into his fist before he regains control of himself. Oh, how you wish it could be you touching his hard, raging cock.

Your body grows more and more needy for his touch but you know better than to move without him saying so, so you substitute his touch with your own and grace your body with soft, seductive touches. His sky blue eyes darken with a cloud of lust as he intently watches you squeezing your breasts and tugging at your nipple.

He relishes in the way your eyes roll back when your hand drifts lower and rubs your lace covered pussy. And the way your hips and limbs move in unison, swaying ever so gently, causing the diamonds on your neck and feet to sparkle.

A groan escapes the dishevelled man and he swallows the building saliva in his mouth.

“Take off your bra.” He orders and you do so, slowly reaching behind and unclasping the hook. Your tits bounce with the release, free from restriction and you jump on your tippy toes slightly, causing them to bounce a little more and earning a growl from Satoru.

“Do I look pretty, Toru?” you ask with doe eyes, biting your lips.

“Fuck,” he groans and fists his cock harder. “You’re fucking stunning.”

You smile to yourself and continue playing with your sensitive nipples until Toru orders you to take off your panties, and when you do, a thick string of your arousal connects your them to your pussy.

“Look at that, Toru,” you giggle. “Look at how wet you made me.”

“And I didn’t even touch you.”

“You didn’t, but I want you to. I want you so bad, Toru. Please can you touch me?”

“Hm,” he smirks devilishly. “maybe if you crawl over to me like a good girl. You know I like that.”

“Of course, Toru. Anything for you.”

You fall to your hands and knees and move one step at a time towards him. Without breaking eye contact, you make sure to sway your ass as you move and when you’re just about on his lap, Satoru takes your pretty face in his hands.

He leans forward, hovering over you on the ground.

“Open up.”

You’ve been his pretty little fuckdoll for years now, meaning your body works with inherent muscle memory and your lips part widely from his words as if it were second nature. You stick your tongue out and he presses his thumb down on it.

“Good fucking girl,” he slurs. “You’re so fucking hot. Think you deserve some of me now, huh?”

You nod eagerly and he gathers saliva in his mouth before letting it drip directly on your tongue. Your pussy clenches from the contact and in seconds, you’ve already swallowed it. “More, please.”

Satoru is kind and gives into your desires, spitting into your mouth again and again until you’re frantically rubbing your pussy on his shoes.

“Uh, oh, sweetiepie,” he tuts. “No grinding today. Don’t want you leaving stains on my clothes.”

You pout instantly but he makes it disappear with a chaste kiss. “If your pretty pussy’s that desperate, why don’t you ride my cock?”

Feverishly, you climb onto his lap and align your pussy with his sensitive tip. You both groan as you touch it, rubbing it up and down between your folds.

“Easy, tiger,” Satoru chuckles. “Don’t get too excited. Someone could walk in at any moment.”

“Don’t care.” Satoru laughs at how quickly your attitude changed from moments before and hisses the seconds you sink down on him. “Fuck, angel. So fucking tight…”

You press your lips to his, swallowing your mixed moans as you take him in your pussy. His cock is huge and stretches your walls as arousal leaks from you. You don’t bother being gentle and ride his cock with all of your might.

Bouncing hard and grinding in circles, you lose your breath quickly and the two of you gasp as your pussy swallows his dick whole.

“Fuck, Toru, it’s so good!”

When you feel his tip grazing over that little sweet spot, pure bliss is only seconds away. That is until he flips you onto your back and pounds your pussy from a different angle.

He buries your body into the cushions with each hard thrust and your legs fly into the air, heels facing up so the pretty blue diamonds sparkle in comparison to his dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna cum, YN.”

“Cum for me, Toru!” you whine. “Cum inside me!”

All it takes is two more thrusts and he unloads inside of you. Your pussy quivers, not quite grasping at your orgasm and you rut your hips against him even when he stills.

“Toru, please keep going,” you beg. “I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

You think he’s spent from fucking you hard and from all the activities of the night before but you soon realise you’re wrong when Satoru lifts you with ease and flips you once more so your face is buried into the couch and your ass points upwards towards his crotch.

The added height from your heels leaves your sopping hole at the perfect height for him to rail into you. Your cries and moans are muffled by the cushions but surely someone would hear you. At this point, though, you couldn’t care less.

All you can think about is Satoru’s cock tearing you open and filling you up endlessly.

“Toru,” you stutter. “gonna cum!”

“Go on then, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

His cock brushes against your sweet spot a few more times and like a wave crashing through you, pleasure is released throughout your body. You scream into the pillows and cream around his cock as your limbs tremble.

Your weakened knees collapse and heels loose their footing in the ground but Gojo is not having it. He yanks your almost limp body and holds you upright against him. Taking your hands, he plants them in his hair and you tug on his scalp when his cock refuses to stop fucking you.

“Toru…” you moan his name, gasping when his fingers dig harshly into your hips. “please, enough.”

“One more, baby,” he mutters, kissing your shoulder. “One more and I’ll stop.”

You stand — barely — against him as he holds you up, completely naked against his fully–suited body. Wearing only a pair of heels and a diamond necklace, you feel so helpless in his grasp and it only turns you on more.

But what you don’t expect to heighten your senses is the door opening and staring dead in the eyes with a complete stranger.

“T–Toru!” you attempt to grab his attention, to tell him to stop because someone has caught you both but he’s lost in your body, as he often finds himself to be. He’s a man with no control, thinking only of how good it feels driving his cock into your tight, wet, quivering pussy.

You reluctantly find yourself orgasming on Satoru’s cock a second time and to your dismay, you’re not looking into his eyes but into a stranger’s. They’re dark, not quite as interesting as Satoru’s but easily as magnetic given your inability to look away.

You feel so raw, so dirty. Stark naked and having your brain fucked out in front of a stranger. His wide eyes don’t tear from you even when you cum a third, fourth, fifth time and your body burns when as his eyes rake over your bare, sweaty body.

The need to curl into a ball and hide takes over but there’s something stronger stopping you from covering your body. Something about this stranger, about this situation dares you to keep going. To not stop for anything.

Satoru’s cock feels like heaven in you, and looking into this stranger’s eyes while you orgasm is a sin worthy of a lifetime in hell. But somehow, the two combined create an otherworldly sensation in you.

It’s both paradise and inferno, and you alone are the honoured one in this paradox.

The pleasure is blinding, stealing your breath and all self–control as you spasm around Satoru’s cock, screaming incoherently — but you don’t know if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

You fall forward, hands on the couch holding you up as Satoru continues thrusting into you. You know he loves watching his cock move in and out of your pussy and you’re thankful he’s addicted to the sight of it in this moment because you shamelessly maintain eye contact with the man in the doorway.

It isn’t until your eyes flutter closed from your umpteenth orgasm when Satoru finally gives in and collapses beside you. Your moans and gasps for air fill the room and when you open your eyes, the door is closed and the strange man is nowhere to be seen.

A twinge of guilt rattles in your chest, as does fear. Who the hell was that guy?

How could you be so reckless and let someone watch you like that? And how could you be so shameless to enjoy it?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Satoru asks, brushing your hair away from your face.

“N–Nothing,” you say, biting your lips. “It’s just…we’re going to be so late to the party.”

Satoru’s body rocks with a deep chuckle and he ruffles your hair. “I already told you, the party doesn’t start until I arrive.”

You bite your lips, letting your head fall into your hands. Betraying Satoru like that was never intended, but what’s done is done and you don’t have the courage to tell him.

At least, not right now.

You don’t want to spoil his mood for the party.

Once Satoru regains his breath and energy, he gently lifts you and lays you on the couch. “Time for the cleanup.”

He takes his handkerchief and uses it to wipe the mess between your legs as best he can.

“There are napkins on the table, Toru. You could’ve used them.” You say, worried that he’ll be without his handkerchief for the night.

“But I wanted to use my handkerchief so I can sniff your pussy juices when I miss you.”

“What the fuck?” you cackle and kick him playfully. Just like that, all the fear and guilt disappears with a stupid joke from your stupid boyfriend. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m just kidding,” he smirks. “Or am I?”

“Ugh, you’re such a perv.” You shove him away with a wide smile on your face, but he pulls you back to him and showers your face in kisses. “Get away!”

“Nuh–uh. You’re mine now, baby.”

He grabs you roughly and places you in his lap, legs spread on either side as he continues wiping you clean. “My baby’s pussy is already sore. I don’t wanna make it worse with napkins.”

You agree with him; a soft handkerchief rubbing against your pussy is much better than the slightly rough texture of a napkin. Your heart flutters with adoration for him. What could you have possibly done in your past lives to deserve a lover like Satoru? He takes care of you in ways you don’t think about.

He’s your soulmate, after all. But his level of attentiveness is unmatched.

Satoru finishes cleaning the mess he left on your pussy and helps you step into your panties and fastens your bra for you, then grabbing your dress from the ground and pulling it over your body.

“Why the pouty face?” he teases.

“Because it’s not fair that you look like you’re about to walk a fashion show and I look like this.” You wave your hands in front of yourself, signalling his attention to your messed up hair, smudged lipstick and crinkled dress. Meanwhile, Satoru’s suit is perfectly pressed and his hair isn’t so much as an inch out of shape.

He only smiles dotingly while using his thumb to wipe the edges of your lips and helps comb your hair with his fingers until you look presentable.

His soft fingers graze the back of your neck as he zips up your dress and he fiddles with your necklace, centring the chain so the pendant sits in the middle of your chest. You turn around in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, pressing a deep yet gentle kiss to his lips.

But the innocent kiss is soon disturbed by a knock on the door. Fortunately, this time you’re fully dressed when it opens. Unfortunately, the same man from earlier is the one opening it.

Your eyes widen and immediately look away from him. Fuck, maybe it was real, maybe you were just imagining him. Either way, your body drowns in shame as he enters the room.

“Suguru!” Satoru exclaims, inviting him in. “Didn’t think you’d make it.”

Satoru pulls the guy into a hug and he averts his eyes as soon as they land on you. You to swallow nervously.

“Well, I’m here,” he says. “But everyone’s wondering where you are.”

“I know. We were just about to head out. By the way, this is YN. You remember her, right?”

“Of course, I do,” the guy smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Those are filed with something else, something that makes your heart beat ten times faster. “You never stopped talking about her.”

Satoru guffaws and smack his shoulder before coming back to you and pulling you towards the man. You try to fight against it but it seems Gojo is still in the dark about the situation and you don’t want to be the one to tell him.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted you two to meet,” Toru says. “But YN, this is Suguru, my friend from university. And Suguru, this is YN, my girlfriend.”

The two of you stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Satoru laughs and takes each of your hands and presses them together. It takes a few more seconds and a deep breath for you to force on a smile and shake his hand.

The touch from his skin is enough to irk you. It shoots sparks up your arm. Making eye contact with him is as fearsome as you thought it would be, because your hole clenches around nothing against your will.

His dark eyes and tied–back dark hair ignite something dangerous in you and despite your innate need to look away from him, you can’t.

“Geto Suguru.” He introduces himself. His name is familiar, Satoru has talked about him a few times before. The way it rolls off his tongue sends an unfamiliar shiver through your body. “It’s nice to finally meet you. For three years, he never shut up about his girlfriend. I was starting to think you weren’t real.”

Satoru smacks him again and you retract your hand as if touching him would pass you a disease. But you can already feel it bubbling inside of you. The shame. The guilt. The intrigue.

Those feelings are a disease alright.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you manage to say. “Satoru spoke a lot about you also.”

“I’m sure he did.”

His voice grates against your insides and you feel both nauseous and excited. You sigh, pushing the feelings aside and convincing yourself it’s just the after effects of having your guts rearrange by Toru’s cock. But it niggles inside of you no matter how much you try to ignore it.

You are ever so grateful for Toru’s cheery voice pulling you from the depths of your thoughts.

“Are we going to this party or what?”

“Of course,” you finally tear your eyes from Suguru and place your hand on Satoru’s arms, not missing the way Suguru’s gaze lingers on it. “Let’s go.”

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Young!John Wick x Model!Reader Imagine

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deux

-Nearly a year goes by before you meet again in a club in London. You are celebrating Sebastiano’s sold-out Spring collection with some friends when he appears at your side by the railing overlooking the dance floor. You were wearing a crimson red slip dress by Yves Saint Laurent. He gets your attention by running his fingers ever so lightly down your bare spine. You’ve had a few drinks, and when you turn to see it’s him you are too overjoyed to play it cool. You mould yourself against him, and he happily folds you into his arms. Everyone else in the room melts away when your lips touch his. “I missed you.”

Your career did take off after that fateful week in Paris. Your face can be seen on ads for everything from makeup to clothing and sexy underthings. You’ve met so many people and gone so many places in this whirlwind of a year, but you never forgot about your tall dark stranger from Paris, and you never stopped longing for him.

“Likewise,” he tells you with a close-lipped smile that still brings a melting warmth to his dark eyes. You convince him to dance a little with you before you retreat to a dark booth in the corner to make out. You wish you could blame the drinks, but you know you are just absolutely drunk on him, his soft lips on your mouth and your skin. His hair has grown longer, and you love grabbing fistfuls of it as you kiss. It does not even occur to you to protest when his hand slides under your skirt, pushing your panties aside to slip his long fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit bringing you to paradise. You moan your pleasure into his mouth, and you feel his lips curve in a smile against yours.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.”

You hear that a lot. It’s kind of your job, after all. It’s never meant so much to you, as when he says it to you.

You reach for his belt, as though you aren’t in a public venue, desperate to touch him. But he catches your hands in his, dwarfing your little mitts in his calloused ones. “Where are you staying?” he asks.

“The Ritz.” You’ve moved up a bit in the world.

“Can I meet you there in an hour?”

For a moment you’re confused. “You want me to leave?”

He nods, looking around the room. There is something sharp in his gaze now. Something almost predatory. “You should.”

“Why?”

“Please? For me?”

“Okay…”

You do as he asks, because the thought of having him all to yourself in your ridiculously opulent hotel room is far more appealing than the crowded too-loud club. But in the back of your mind you know there’s something off.

There’s a knock on your door exactly at the hour. You pause for a long moment to look at him in the doorway, so tall and darkly handsome, his high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes that are filled with a smoldering warmth just for you. Greedily you pull him into the room, your trepidation forgotten. But there’s a speck of something red on the front of his stark white shirt. Before you can examine it further he literally sweeps you off your feet. “What would you say to a bubble bath?”

You think it’s a fine idea.

-Six months later you see John again in Rome, at a party with Sebastiano at the villa of an insanely rich Italian family. The D’Antonios, you think is their name? The elder sister, Gianna, loves Seb’s designs and buys a lot of his pieces. You’re not entirely sure how they made their money. Imports, is the party line. You are learning in this world of high-powered people that’s code for don’t ask. There’s no room to worry about such things in the fashion world. Seb makes clothes for People With Money, and he says it’s not his job to worry about how they got it. You are still naïve enough in all your youth that that is good enough for you.

A proud young man is trying to chat you up on the balcony overlooking a magnificent garden. He claims he’s the descendent of Italian nobility. This is vaguely interesting to you, but he melts away entirely when you spy a familiar set of broad black-clad shoulders making their way through the crowd.

John brings you a glass of Prosecco, fixing the young Conte with a hard look. This is a side of John you’ve never really seen before, the rules of the jungle at play, and it seems your erstwhile lover may sit at the top of the food chain. Your suitor scurries off with a frightened look and some mumbled excuses, leaving you alone with John. When he looks at you it’s as though a switch has flipped, a roguish heat filling his dark eyes.

He hasn’t even touched you, and already your panties are drenched.

This time you manage not to lose your cool at the sight of him. “Fancy seeing you here.” You’re almost not surprised. He pays you a smile, though there is a tension in the corners of his eyes you don’t entirely understand. It isn’t long before you slip away to a room upstairs, a high-ceilinged bedroom painted with pastel frescoes of chubby putti fluttering on the ceiling. You can’t help but feel like they’re watching you as John pushes your black lace skirt by Dolce and Gabbana up your thighs, and takes you to heaven with his wickedly clever tongue.

You manage not to say it aloud, somehow, but you know as you curl against his muscled chest in the quiet afterwards that you are in love with this man.

“What happened?” you ask as you trace a long scar over the ripples of his abdomen. You can tell it was a serious wound, and the thought of him hurt like that sends ice through your veins, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. It must have taken some time to heal. Did it hurt? Had he been all alone?

“I had an accident,” he sighs, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It looks like it was painful.”

“Yeah.”

You can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it, so you let it go, pressing your lips to the top of the scar in a gesture meant to soothe yourself as much as him. It’s fine. He’s fine. He is warm, and solid flesh beneath your lips, and he always comes back to you. “Poor baby.” He moans as you make your way down, tracing the raised tissue with your tongue. His fingers slide into your hair as the velvety tip of his now erect manhood brushes your chin. You take him into your mouth, circling the swollen head with your tongue, and his big hands clench in your hair.

“Fuck, y/n.”

Maybe you’re no good at getting him to talk about his life, but at least in this area you can make him come completely undone for you. It makes you feel powerful, and even if you know it’s an illusion, it’s all you have.

Later you snuggle into the warm bend of his neck, brushing your nose against the soft scruff of his beard. He holds you close with strong arms, newly marked with fresh ink on his shoulder. You don’t quite get up the courage to ask what the cross means.

You don’t take him for a religious man.  

-Later you’re sitting with your friend by the pool, painting your toenails. “Where did you disappear to last night?” 

“I left with someone,” you answer vaguely. 

“I hope your hookup was better than mine. I would sacrifice a goat to find one man who knows where my fucking clitoris is.”

You press your lips, thinking about your scintillating evening with John, and the way he somehow took exactly what he wanted, but brought you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed before him. You shudder with the memory, lost in your own world for a few long seconds. Later you realize she is watching you. “Jesus, y/n. That good, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sigh. 

“Are you going to see him again?” she asks slyly. 

You shrug, because you want to, but don't know how. This is the third time you've trysted with this man, and you still have no way of contacting him. You wonder if this is the way it will always be…

-This goes on for years. In Paris and New York, Milan and Madrid, Oslo and LA he makes love to you before disappearing again. As usual, you are left with more questions than answers, but the tenderness in your kiss-swollen lips and the ache between your thighs keeps you from demanding to know where he goes in the agonizing interim between. In a way, in the very back dungeon of your mind, you already know. You take an accounting of his new scars with your lips and your tongue every time you see him. Always, they multiply, and you have watched as a certain hardness settles over his features, that only softens for you. You're not stupid, despite the stereo types about your profession. But that man... you would follow him to hell itself, if he offered you his hand. 

-Luckily you have plenty to keep you busy. You’ve started taking photos more than being on the other side of the lens, and your work is well-received. You know that your initial fame and the public’s fascination with you helps that along, but hey. That’s just the game, and you’ve learned to play it well.

-Then, an entire year goes by without seeing hide nor hair of John. In the early days of your acquaintance you can’t say you were exactly celibate, but over the years you lost interest in any one’s arms but his. Not seeing him for so long hurts like a blade twisting between your ribs.

It’s always been up to him when you meet up, but this time you decide to take things into your own hands...

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&lt;<PART 1 PART 3>>

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The Stars Remind Me of You

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem) Hopper!Reader Word count: 8767 Summary: El asks her older sister Y/N to help Hopper come around to Mike and her dating. Y/N’s solution to this? Get Eddie to pretend to be her boyfriend and act way worse than Mike. What starts as a joke, ends up being something very real. Warning/Tags: fluff, sooo much fluff, fake-dating, falling in love, first kiss (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: Congratulations to the wonderful @loveronlineee on 10k followers! What a milestone and so well deserved. So, this was a prompt from their 10k Celebration and I immediately fell in love with the Hopper!Reader prompt, so I had to write it down. And in all honestly: it's long but I could have written even more, because I love that dynamic. So I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it 💚

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“Y/N, you need to help me!” El proclaimed as she walked into your room, leaving the door wide open because your Dad wasn’t home, he was at work. Immediately, you lowered the volume of the music and put your book aside, laying it face down on your bed.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin?” You couldn’t even remember when you’d started calling her that, but it had stuck, because she’d liked it. It always reminded her of fall, of Halloween, when the two of you carved pumpkins with Hopper - a tradition El had quickly learned to love.

“It’s Dad.” She heaved a sigh and sat down next to you on the bed. It had been just you and Hopper until El had appeared, but you’d quickly opened your heart to her, made her part of your family. She was your sister, and you introduced her like that to everyone.

“What did he do this time?” Oh, Hopper was protective, always had been, and you still remembered how he scared your first boyfriend away with all his questions. In the end that had been better for you, because that lying, cheating bastard hadn’t deserved your time of day. Still, in that moment, you’d been so angry with your father that you hadn’t talked to him for nearly a week. He always wanted what was best for you and El, but sometimes, he had questionable methods.

“That stupid three inch rule he has for one.” El leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “And he always interrupts and calls Mike’s Mum to tell her he’ll pick me up. I’m not a child anymore!”

That much was true, but you still had to chuckle. He’d had that three inch rule since you could remember, even though you hadn’t really brought that many guys home, at least not boyfriends, but he’d made sure that the door stayed open even when you’d only had a friend over to study for a test together.

“You’re lucky he actually likes Mike. You don’t want to know what he’s like when he doesn’t like the guy you’re going out with.”

“Why?”

“Because he goes full on cop-mode on that poor guy. I mean, in the end it was good, because Trevor had been lying to me the whole time.” You shrugged your shoulders, because it had been quite some time ago, and every guy after that hadn’t really seen your home. You’d done your best to keep your dates away from your home, but Hopper had found out nonetheless. Oh, all the talks you’d had with him, but they’d at least paved the way for El a little bit. You hoped.

“Mike is not lying to me.”

“I wasn’t implying that. I know that Mike is a good guy.” You really did. You’d known him for years now, and the way he looked at El was the way you wanted someone to look at you one day. Not that you were actively looking, because you were completely content without a boyfriend by your side - especially because most guys were rather superficial and just wanted to get you in the sheets.

“We can’t even go and watch a movie without him waiting for me as soon as the movie is over.” El pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes on you. “Can you help me? Get him off my back?”

“I might have an idea.” Slowly, a grin started forming on your lips. You loved your sister enough to help her, and in addition you could play a little prank on your Dad. But therefore, you needed someone else, and that would probably take a little bit of convincing.

“Really?”

“Yeah… but we need Mike for this and we have to talk to his friend Eddie Munson.” You knew Eddie, but not that well, but you knew the rumours - and you also knew how much of that was true - and Hopper knew about them as well. So coming home with Eddie Munson by your side would definitely take your father’s focus off your sister.

“What do you want to talk to Eddie about?” El scrunched up her nose, her eyes fixed on you. The way you grinned at her, though, made her slowly realise what was going on. “Oh… Oh!”

And that was what brought you here, to Eddie’s trailer, Mike in tow. It was still warm enough to sit outside, at least as long as the sun was out. Once the sun was gone, you’d need a sweater, but you always had one in your car just in case.

“You’re kidding, right?” Eddie asked with a laugh, shaking his head, after you’d told him your idea.

“No, we’re completely serious!” Mike looked at Eddie, El’s hand clutched in his. These two were desperate, you could tell, and it wasn’t because they wanted to sneak away to do whatever… it was all so innocent.

“Would it be so bad to pretend to go out with me?” You chuckled to cover up insecurities that were bubbling up. At least your words managed to shut him up. Eddie looked you over, before he started to smile again.

“That’s definitely not it. I mean, it’s more that nobody would believe that someone like you is actually going out with the likes of me.” Eddie winked at you, covering up his own insecurities with that. He knew what people saw when they looked at him, and it was okay. He’d grown accustomed to that, because he had a couple of people in his life who knew him, who liked him for who he was.

“Well, but what if that’s exactly the kind of guy I like?” you challenged, crossing your arms beneath your breasts. “I haven’t dated anyone in a while because I don’t want one of these stuck up idiots that are overwhelmed when you ask them what the last book they read was. And then they answer with something like does this or that sports magazine count?” You rolled your eyes, because you’d really had these conversations.

Eddie looked at you for a moment, his lips slowly curving up into a smile. He liked your answer, liked the way you’d just described the majority of the guys here.

“Fair enough,” he said, trying to hide the smile behind his hair. “On one condition… Mike, you’ll take care of cleaning the room when we’re done with Hellfire for let’s say… two months.”

“Deal!” Mike pretty much jumped at this, grinning like a lovesick teenager - which he was - because this hopefully meant that he’d be able to spend some time alone with El, without Hopper waiting around every corner.

“So… what do you need from me, sweetheart?” Eddie focused his whole attention on you now, taking a step closer. After all, if you were going to pretend to be dating, you’d need to get accustomed to each other, get used to being close to each other. 

“I need you to face my Dad,” you said with a laugh, because you knew just how many guys were afraid of him.

“So, you need me to piss him off?”

“More or less. Though I think just the fact that we’re dating will be enough to get his attention of these two.” You cast a quick look at El and Mike who were already deep in conversation again, before you turned back to Eddie. “He knows all the rumours about you, so that will be enough. Not that I believe all that’s being said about you, couldn’t care less about some stupid rumours people put out there because they’re not happy with their own lives and need to put others down to not deal with their own problems… But he knows about them and he’ll keep a close watch on you when we’re together.”

“Mhm,” Eddie hummed, his grin growing bigger the more you talked.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I?” You asked, shaking your head, because you knew that you could talk a mile a minute when you got agitated, and the people of Hawkins with all their prejudices really managed to bring that to light.

“Don’t worry, it’s cute!” Eddie cocked his head to the side, reaching for your hand. He was impressed with what you’d just said, because you’d said just what he was thinking about Hawkins, about the people here. “So, when do we start this?”

Eddie pulled you a little closer by the hand and you smiled. It was unusual, but it felt good, even though this wasn’t real. It was just pretend, like everything else that would happen between you from now on. You had no idea how far you’d take this, how much you needed to do to convince Hopper, though you were pretty sure that it was enough to show up with Eddie at your cabin.

“Tonight? We could go watch a movie, my treat. You pick me up and take me back home? Hopper should finish work in a bit, so he’ll be home when you pick me up. Only if you’re free of course.”

Eddie chuckled, before he raised his head to look at the sky. “Let me check…” Then he looked back at you. “I can make that happen. Pick you up at seven. And wear something nice!” He said it with a wink that made you smile. Of course you’d planned on dressing up for the occasion, because you Dad needed to get the right picture.

—

While El was preparing dinner with Hopper, you got ready to go out. You’d chosen a dress that didn’t reveal too much, just the right amount, showing off a bit of cleavage, and you’d opted for some red lipstick that went with the colour of the dress.

“Oh you look so pretty!” El immediately said with a smile when you entered the kitchen. It brought a smile to your lips, and you remembered that you wanted to show El a thing or two about makeup the next time you did this. You usually didn’t wear a lot of makeup, but it was good for the effect you wanted to achieve.

“Thanks, pumpkin!”

“Where’re you going dressed like… that?” Hopper scanned your outfit before his eyes bored into yours.

“I’m going on a date.” Your outfit was not the least bit inappropriate, you weren’t a kid anymore, so he couldn’t tell you what to wear. If he could, he’d probably shove a big ugly sweater at you that hid your whole body.

“What date?” That got his attention, drew it away from the outfit you were wearing. A good sign.

“I’m going to watch a movie with Eddie.”

“Eddie who?”

“Does it really matter? Dad, I’m nineteen!”

“Of course it matters!” He got up from the chair where he’d been cutting up vegetables to walk over to you. “So…?”

“Eddie Munson.” You crossed your arms and didn’t look away.

“Oh hell nah! You’re not going out with that guy.” Hopper shook his head violently, and you had to do your best not to laugh, because this was just the reaction you’d predicted. El was watching in amusement, only because Hopper couldn’t see her.

“Yes I am.” You could hear the car pull up in front of the cabin. “And I am leaving now!”

“Y/N! He’s trouble!”

“Well, maybe I like a little trouble.” You had the audacity to smirk at him, before you grabbed your keys and pretty much bolted out of the door and ran towards Eddie’s van.

“Hello sweetheart,” he greeted you, because he’d just gotten out of the car to pick you up at the door, but that was apparently not what you wanted.

“Get in and let’s go!” You commanded him and quickly got in the car, because you heard the front door open behind you again.

“Y/N!” Hopper yelled after you, stepping out onto the porch.

“Oh shit,” Eddie mumbled and followed your orders. Before Hopper could get to the car, the two of you were on your way to the cinema.

“What did you tell him?” Eddie asked on the way.

“Just that I’m going out with Eddie Munson.” You turned in your seat to look at him. “And then I kinda went gotta go and bolted for the door.” A chuckle followed your words.

“He really thinks that highly of me, yeah?”

You could see the corners of his lips twitch up only for a moment, but then his lips set in a firm line. He was used to people assuming the worst about him, but sometimes, it still hurt.

“It’s not exactly that.” You reached out your hand to lay it on his forearm, give him some reassurance. “He’s just extremely protective of us. He’s usually not someone who believes in a lot of rumours, but when it comes to his daughters, he’ll listen to everything people say just to figure out if it’s true or not to protect us. He scared my ex boyfriend off with his behaviour. I mean, I’m glad he did, because I didn’t need that rat bastard in my life cheating on me, but I guess that’s one reason why I didn’t date that much after that.”

“Makes sense… I mean that he wants to protect you.” Eddie could get behind that, figuring that Hopper was someone who did everything for the ones he loved, and that included checking out the guys you went out with. “What’s another reason?”

“Well… I already told you that I think most of these guys are extremely superficial.” And that annoyed the hell out of you, because they judged others by what they wore, by their outer appearance, and didn’t care one bit about the person. “And when I tell them that I want to go on adventures one day just like Bilbo did seemingly out of the blue, you can see their eyes popping out of their heads because they have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“Or it’s because they think you want to go on an adventure with a couple of bearded men and a wizard.” Eddie chuckled, but his answer made you look over at him again, surprise written all over your face.

“You’ve read the Hobbit!” Excitement was audible in your voice, because you hadn’t found anyone to talk to about this so far.

“Sure have. And The Lord of the Rings… not just once.”

“Finally someone who knows just how good these books are. I mean, I still need to read the last one, but I love them already.” And you’d read The Hobbit three times now, because it alway catapulted you into a completely different world. Because it was written as a children’s book, it was easier to read than the other ones, but you loved them all equally.

“I can say the same. I haven’t met anyone who’s read them all. Gareth started but alway complained because they were too descriptive, so he stopped halfway into the first one.” Which was a shame, but Eddie couldn’t force him to read a good book.

You kept on talking about the books until you were at the cinema. You really enjoyed the movie, and so did Eddie, because you kept talking about it animatedly on your way back. Once he parked the car, though, you felt your pulse pick up, because the lights were still on - just like you’d expected.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the door,” Eddie offered, opening his door.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.” Because you didn’t know how Hopper would react, what he would do. It would be a shame if he just chopped off Eddie’s head now that you were getting to know him, and realised that you had a lot more in common than you’d expected.

“Of course. This is a date after all, right?” Eddie winked at you through the open door, before he walked around the car to take your hand and lead you to the door.

“I had a really great evening. I mean it!” You still held his hand, smiled up at him, because this had been the best date you’d ever had, even though it wasn’t a real date. But you could say that it was going out with a friend maybe.

“So did I.” And Eddie wasn’t even surprised, because you were an interesting person, easy to talk to, and didn’t give a shit about everything people said about him. Eddie leaned forward, raised his hands to brush your hair away from your ear. “And you look really nice in that dress…” His breath tickled your ear, making you shiver involuntarily. “Hot even…” He grazed his lips over your cheek, but then the door flew open.

You jumped, because you hadn’t expected it to happen right that moment, but your Dad always had impeccable timing.

“It’s late,” he simply said, arms crossed over his chest, eyes staring daggers into Eddie, and he didn’t even glance at you.

“We came here right when the movie was over. I could have stayed away all night if I wanted to.” You rolled your eyes, but weren’t sure whether Hopper was even listening to you.

“Evening Mr Hopper,” Eddie said, grin still in place. He was intimidated by Hopper, but he would do his best not to let the man see it.

“Get inside!” Now, Hopper looked at you, pointed with his thumb behind himself.

“Alright…” You went to take Eddie’s leather jacket off that he’d given you after the cinema because it had gotten a little cold.

“No, no, keep it till our next date.”

You could swear that you heard a growl from Hopper, but he didn’t move.

“Thank you.” You put your hand on Eddie’s shoulder for leverage, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You better go before we get inside, otherwise he’ll give you a talk.” You whispered the words into his ear, making him chuckle. But he followed your advice and got going, waving to you from the van before he drove home.

“What is this, y/n?”

“It was a date, and a great one at that, thank you very much.” You walked past Hopper, who followed you, closing the door behind you.

“You realise that I’m just worried about your well-being, right? Because I love you!”

“Dad…” Your sigh was followed by a smile and you stepped up to him. “I know… But Eddie is the first guy that doesn’t look at me like I’m crazy because I read fantasy books. We actually have a lot to talk about, a lot in common. He’s not as bad as people say he is.” Honest words, because you’d really enjoyed your time together. Not just because everything you’d talked about, but also because Eddie had been the perfect gentleman for the whole evening.

“Right…” Hopper ran a hand over his face before he sighed. “I’ll still keep an eye on him!”

“I know you will.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek before you walked to your room. “Night Dad! Love you!”

“Love you too, kiddo.” He did, he really did, but right now, he didn’t know whether to shake you or lock you up to keep you from making stupid decisions like dating Eddie Munson.

—

Your next date happened a couple of days later. Of course, your Dad had tried to talk to you about Eddie, had asked you whether you really thought that it was a good idea to go out with him, but you’d told him that you really liked Eddie, and enjoyed spending time with him, that he was the most interesting guy that you’d met in this god-forsaken town - and that was true, because while you weren’t really dating, you still spend time together even when Hopper couldn’t see it. Because Eddie and you had a lot in common, conversation flowed easily between the two of you, and he made you smile and laugh so much that you found yourself looking forward to seeing him more and more each day.

Today, Eddie would spend some time at your cabin so that he’d be there once Hopper got home. At least your plan worked, because El was able to spend time with Mike without Hopper being on their backs the whole time, and even when Mike was here, he didn’t check up on them every five minutes. Sure, the three-inches-rule was still active, but they had a lot more time to themselves than before.

“I actually have an idea what we can do,” Eddie said once the door was closed behind him, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Judging by the look on your face…”

“Nah, it’s completely innocent, I promise!” Eddie pulled a book from his backpack and held it up for you to read the title. “Since you said you hadn’t started the third book I thought we could read it together.”

“Oh!” That was a surprise, but it definitely made you smile. “I’d love that! It’s been a while since someone read to me.”

“Thought so… And I got you something else.” He reached into the backpack again and presented a Hellfire Shirt to you. “I made you your own shirt… I mean, if you’re my girlfriend, you should have one, right?”

“Are you serious?” Your eyes lit up when you took the shirt from him. You pressed it to your chest, before you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. “This is great!” Such a wonderful idea, but that also made your heart beat a little faster. Not that this meant anything of course.

You walked with him to your room, pulled your own shirt over your head on the way, giving Eddie a glimpse of your bra. You didn’t think anything of it, but you just wanted to swap your own shirt for the one he’d given you, so you pulled that over your head right away.

Eddie’s eyes were fixed on your back in the moment, on the skin that looked you soft and begged to be touched, but he quickly shook his head. This was just pretend, right? Didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy it, enjoy your presence, talking to you and whatever would happen. But it meant that this was just for some time and not forever, so he had to remind himself of that every now and again, before he really fell in love with you.

“How do I look?” you asked as you twirled around to him, a big smile on your face.

“Ravishing!” Eddie dropped his backpack, eyes fixed on you. Heat rose to your cheeks, because you hadn’t expected that kind of answer from him. “You really look like my girl now.”

My girl… It sounded so good, but you couldn’t allow yourself to get used to it. This wasn’t real after all, but you already knew that you didn’t want to let him out of your life again, keep him as a friend of course.

“It’s really cosy here… I like the decor.” Eddie looked around, a grin on his face. You’d really made it your room, had put up quite a lot of photos on your walls, from your family, friends, parties you’d attended. Eddie stopped in front of some pictures from your last Christmas, El, Hopper and you smiling like idiots with a big cake in front of you, Santa and his reindeer on top of that.

“El wanted a real christmassy cake, and she loves reindeer, so I made that for her.” A fond smile was playing on your lips, because you loved your sister so much, both of them. It had been a lot of work, but it had been worth it.

“You made that?” The astonished look on Eddie’s face made you giggle. “That’s impressive!”

“Thank you. It’s a lot of fun actually… Exhausting, but baking is soothing for the soul. At least for me.”

“So, if I ask reeeeeaaaal nice, will you make me a cake for my birthday?”

“Mhhh I could maybe arrange something. I already have an idea.”

“You gonna tell me?”

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait.” You winked at him before you got on your bed, patting the spot beside you so that he would join you. “But you’re a clever boy, I think you’ll figure out what kind of theme I have in mind.” Especially considering what you’d talked about most, and what you were about to read.

“Maybe,” Eddie said with a grin before he joined you. He took off his shoes so that he wouldn’t get your sheets dirty, then he scooted up so that he could rest his back against the pillows and get comfortable.

As soon as he’d opened the book, though, you changed your position and lay down, resting your head in his lap. When your Dad came back, that would look more convincing than both of you just sitting next to each other, bodies barely touching. Of course, you’d left the door open a bit, because you didn’t want to break your Dad’s rules, even though he wasn’t even home yet.

“Is that okay?” you asked when you felt Eddie stiffen slightly. Maybe you should have asked beforehand.

“Perfect. Was just a little surprised.” Eddie’s smile reassured you, but it also did things to you that you didn’t want to think about too much.

“Okay… but you need to tell me if something’s not okay with you, right?” You had to make sure that he knew that, because you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable in any way.

“I don’t think you could do anything to make me feel uncomfortable, sweetheart, but the same goes for you. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah, but you’re making me feel really safe with you, so I think I’ll be alright.” You’d thought that from the first moment on, and you had to let him know.

“Good.” Eddie cleared his throat before he opened the book to the first page. Your confession had flustered him a little, but he tried to get some distraction from the book now. “Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalf’s cloak. He wondered if he was awake or still sleeping, still in the swift-moving dream in which he had been wrapped so long since the great ride began.”

As soon as he started reading, you closed your eyes. Eddie’s voice was soothing and enthralling at the same time, especially when he made different voices for different characters. He held the book in one of his hands, while the other started playing with your hair, gently massaging your scalp now and then. It had surprised you at first, because it was such an intimate gesture, but you found yourself really enjoying this. It felt good, familiar even though it was the first time the two of you were this close.

The front door opened and then closed with a loud noise. Yep, Hopper had seen Eddie’s van outside of the cabin and he all but stormed towards your room, ready to tell you again about his rules, but he couldn’t say anything, because the door wasn’t fully closed. Still, he shoved it open and stared at the two of you.

“What are you doing?” His eyes scanned your room, your body, and he was relieved to find you still dressed. He trusted you, he just didn’t trust the guys around you, especially not Eddie Munson.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and sat upright. Eddie had nearly gotten you into some trance like state listening to his voice, but that was over now.

“Reading? What does it look like?” You leaned up against Eddie, put your hand on his thigh.

“Reading… That’s what you call it now?” Hopper filled the whole door frame when he crossed his arms, trying his best to calm his own breathing.

“Yes. Reading.” Eddie held up the book he was holding, putting his free hand on top of yours to keep it in place. “Y/N said she hasn’t read The Return of the King yet, so I thought we could read it together.”

“Right…” Hopper sighed, but he narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “And I won’t find any drugs if I search your stuff?”

“Dad!” you gasped, making a move to get off the bed, but Eddie held you back.

“No, you won’t.” Eddie stayed completely calm, and his presence calmed you as well. “No drugs anywhere here. Just my cigarettes.” And that was something Hopper couldn’t say anything against.

“Alright.” Hopper cast a glance at Eddie’s backpack, but thought better of it. After all, he trusted you and he didn’t want to overstep this line. “But the door stays open.”

Eddie stayed for another hour, but then he said that he had band practice, and you didn’t want him to miss that.

“Next time, you read to me, alright?” Eddie said at the door, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek. A real kiss would have made your father believe this even more, but it didn’t feel right.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Goodbye Mr. Hopper!” Eddie called out to your Dad, but only got a grunt in response, because Hopper was glad when Eddie was gone now. He’d been staring at your door pretty much the whole time, and with Eddie’s departure, he’d be able to relax a little bit.

—

The next weekend, Eddie spent time at your cabin again. This time, you wanted to cook dinner together, surprise your Dad with that, and have dinner together. El would come home with him as well, so you were cooking for four people. Eddie had made you a mix-tape that was playing in the background. It was a mixture of his music and yours.

“What do you need me to do?” Eddie asked, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt. “I need instructions, ‘cause I don’t really cook.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” You laid out the vegetables, a cutting board and a knife. Eddie Could take care of chopping everything up for the salad while you took care of the chicken. “You have to cut them into small squares.”

“Do they have to be the same size? All of them?” Eddie took the knife in his hand, hoping for a moment that he could stare the vegetables down so that they’d just fall into pieces by themselves, but that wouldn’t work.

“Of course not,” you said with a laugh. “Just bite-sized I would say.”

“Alright. I can probably do that. I’ll try.” And he did. He started with the first bell pepper, his tongue sticking out between his lips in concentration. He took his time, because he wanted to do it correctly and not cut his own finger off. Meanwhile you were ready with preparing the chicken breasts and put them in the oven.

“That looks good!” You leaned over to look at his work, making Eddie chuckle.

“You think so?”

“For someone who doesn’t usually cook, it really does!” You stole a piece of the pepper and popped it into your mouth. “You just need to hold the knife a little differently, that makes it easier. Here, let me.”

You ducked beneath his arm to stand in front of him, your back against his chest. You could feel the heat radiating off him, seeping into your own skin. Your heart reacted immediately, picking up its pace. On the one hand, you didn’t want this, because this was just make believe, but on the other hand, you wanted to know if you were really developing feelings for him. Your own reaction right now, the urge to lean into him more and relish the feeling of being this close to him, spoke volumes.

“Here.” You put your hand on top of Eddie’s, adjusted his grip and then moved his hand to cut the cucumber. “Can you feel how easy this is in comparison to before?”

“Mhm,” Eddie hummed, his head now right next to yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. The hand that wasn’t occupied with cutting up vegetables came around your body, holding you to his chest, his fingers splayed out over your stomach. “You’re a good teacher.” He turned his head towards you, his nose brushing your cheek, before you could feel his lips against it.

“You’re a quick learner,” you contered, a smile spreading on your lips, while your hand stopped moving with his. Eddie put the knife down, before he put his hand on your waist to slowly turn you around to him. Your hands ended up on his shoulders, your heart in your throat by now, and you didn’t trust yourself to say a word.

“Y/N…” his eyes dropped to your lips, but before he could do or say anything else, the door opened.

“Y/N! We’re back!” El exclaimed, the biggest grin on her face that grew even wider when she saw Eddie and you together like this. You quickly scrambled out of his embrace, but Hopper had already seen the two of you together. Which was perfect! At least it should be, because it was proof just how much you liked Eddie, how serious this was, right? Right. And that was the problem for you. This was supposed to be a pretend relationship, not a real one, but your heart had already gone down that road, otherwise it wouldn’t be hammering in your chest. And your skin wouldn’t be tingling everywhere. But what did Eddie think? All of a sudden, this was becoming a bit too real.

“What’s going on here?” Hopper took off his hat, eyes fixed on your flushed face.

“We’re making dinner,” Eddie chipped in, leaning his hip against the counter. “Thought we’d surprise you.”

“Hm.” Hopper nodded, looking from Eddie back to you. “Smells good already.” He didn’t address the situation, just went on to get changed.

“How are things with Mike?” You asked El before she could ask you about what she’d just walked into. You knew that she was capable of something like that, and you didn’t really have an answer. Not one that you wanted to say out loud anyway.

“Good.” El put down her bag and went to set the table. Eddie was busy chopping the rest of the vegetables, grin still in place. “He’s really happy, and I think Dad is getting more… okay with the situation.” Hopper would always have an eye on the guys in his daughters’ lives, but he knew he had to let go eventually.

“I’m happy for you, pumpkin!” You pulled your sister into a hug, glad that your plan had worked.

“Thank you!”

“Set the table, wash your hands, and then we’ll be able to eat, I think.” Eddie was done with the veggies, so you just had to get the dressing ready and the chicken out of the oven, and you were good to go.

Conversation flowed easily over dinner, though Hopper didn’t talk much. He listened in while enjoying the meal you’d cooked. Eddie and El were talking most of the time, and it was heartwarming to see them get along so well. Not that it should matter in the end, but you really enjoyed watching them together. Eddie told her about the next campaign he was planning for Hellfire, but made her promise not to tell Mike anything, a little secret between the two of them.

All in all, it was a wonderful evening, and even your Dad managed a smile of two. But after dinner, it was time for Eddie to leave, because he didn’t want to impose on you, give you some family time. He was always very considerate, which was something your Dad definitely hadn’t expected, and when he offered to walk Eddie out, you wanted to protest, but Eddie said that it was okay. He leaned over to you to kiss your cheek before he waved at your sister.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” Eddie gave you a wink before he put his shoes back on and walked outside, jangling the car keys in his hands. Hopper made sure to close the door behind them, because he didn’t want either of you to listen in on his conversation with Eddie.

“So, you’re giving me the talk now?” Eddie asked, turning to face Hopper. He’d never been any parent’s favourite, he knew that, because of his looks, because of the rumours, so he was prepared to be told to stay away from you. In the beginning, he wouldn’t have minded hearing that, in fact, it would have spurred him on to spend even more time with you in order to make Hopper believe that the two of you were head over heels in love with each other. By now… he cared about what your father thought of him. Because he liked you. More than that actually. He’d felt it before today, but after getting so close with you in the kitchen, when he’d wanted to kiss you so badly before you’d been interrupted, he knew that it wasn’t just a pretend situation anymore. At least not for him, and so Hopper’s opinion mattered.

“Look…” Hopper started, rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin before he sighed. “I don’t give a fuck about the rumours. Hell, they say all kinds of stuff about me, too.” But he knew about the drugs, at least that was what he believed to be true, so they wouldn’t talk about this. “All I care about are my daughters. And if you ever… ever hurt y/n, I will make your life miserable.”

Eddie had to admire that kind of attitude, because his parents had been the complete opposite, and hadn't cared about him at all. Wayne on the other hand was more like Hopper, even though he’d never threatened to hurt someone on Eddie’s behalf.

“I’m not planning on doing that.” Eddie sighed. “I know I’m not exactly the person anyone envisions for their daughter… but I like y/n. I really do. It frightens me just how much I like her, because I haven’t felt like this before.” Eddie was pouring his heart out, was being utterly honest, because he knew that if he wanted to have a chance - a real chance - with you, he needed Hopper’s approval. You were doing all this for your sister, because you loved her, but you loved your Dad as well, and you needed his approval, whether you were aware of it or not.

“Alright.” Hop said after a moment, nodding his head. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Now, that really took a big load off Eddie’s mind. “But the three-inch rule still applies!”

Eddie had to stifle a laugh.

“That’s alright with me, Mr. Hopper.”

“Just… Hopper or Hop. No Mr this or that.”

“Alright.” Eddie couldn’t hide the smile that was breaking out on his lips. Maybe, he really did have a chance.

“You like him, don’t you?” El hugged you from the side while the two men were outside, which took your mind off things at least, because you were a little bit worried about your Dad talking to Eddie all alone.

“Hm?” You looked at her, smoothing a hand over her hair. “He’s nice. He’s a friend, I guess.”

“You look at all your friends like this? I don’t think so.” El chuckled, leaning her head against your shoulder. “And he looks at you the same way.”

“You sure?” Hope bubbled up inside you, but you tried to push it away. It wouldn’t be good to get your hopes up right now. “I don’t know.”

“He looks at you like Jonathan looks at Nancy.”

“Now, that’s a comparison.” You had to laugh, but it was actually a little reassuring, because you’d seen the way Jonathan looked at his girlfriend, like he was constantly in awe of her and wanted to lay the world at her feet. “But we’re just pretending, and I don’t think that he wants more than that. I mean, I really enjoy our time together.” Which was an understatement, and El knew that, because you’d told her all about your dates.

“Maybe, it’s not just pretend anymore?” El’s words left you speechless. It wasn’t just pretending on your part anymore, that was for sure, but you didn’t know what Eddie thought. There was only one way to find out, but you weren’t sure whether you were ready for that.

—

“That’s your ride,” Hopper said a couple of days later when you heard Eddie’s van pull up in front of the cabin. You had no idea what he was doing here. When you’d talked earlier that day, he hadn’t mentioned that he’d come visit you, especially not when it was already that late. The last time he’d been here, he’d forgotten his sweater, and you hadn’t told him or given it back, because you liked wearing it around the house, kind of parading it in front of your Dad, but you also liked to be enveloped by the faint smell of him. If you’d known that he’d come by, you would have taken off his sweater. You would have put on at least a bit of makeup after the shower or styled your hair, but you were in comfortable, cosy clothes that kept you warm.

“What do you mean?” You cast a glance at Hopper and El, who were grinning at each other.

“Eddie’s picking you up!” El provided, but that didn’t tell you much.

“A date?” Hopper’s words made your eyes widen, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. Your outfit is perfect for what he’s planned.”

“What?” You were trying to wrap your head around what the hell was going on, but couldn��t really figure it out. “Did you… Wait, did you plan that together with him?”

“Maybe?” Your Dad got up from the sofa and walked over to you. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

“What happened to he’s trouble?” You could still hear him say that, could see the look on his face when you’d told him that you were going out with Eddie.

“I changed my mind.”

“Why?”

Hopper stopped in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders, a gentle smile playing on his lips - one that you saw way too little of, but that you adored nonetheless.

“Because you like him, y/n.” He leaned down to you to place a kiss on your forehead. “And he really cares about you. I’ll still keep an eye on him, just so you know, but I have to give you a little more freedom.”

“I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.” You couldn’t help but laugh, when you hugged your father. “I can’t believe you planned this behind my back!” You turned your head around to look at your sister, who knew just how much you liked Eddie. “And you!”

“We just want to see you happy!” El got up to snuggle up to the two of you and press a kiss to your cheek. “Sometimes you need a little nudge.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hopper looked down at El, because she was referring to taking a step from the fake-dating to real dating, but your Dad didn’t know about all of it being make believe.

“I’ll tell you later. Y/N has got to go now, or Eddie will leave without her.”

“Right. Have fun and make sure he brings you home safely in the morning.”

“In the morning?” That made your heart beat faster, but Hopper just nodded, and if he was okay with that, it was definitely something completely innocent. He wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.

“Yes, now get going!”

And you did, you put on your shoes and your jacket, before you left the Cabin. Eddie was standing by his car waiting for you.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come out.”

“I would have come out sooner, if I’d known about this.” “What, do you not like surprises?”

“I do!” You stopped in front of him, a smile on your face that reached your eyes and lit up your whole face. “But if I’d known, I could have changed into something else.”

Eddie held you at arm’s length, lips slowly curving up into a smile.

“I think you look cute. My sweater looks so much better on you!”

“Yeah, I… wanted to give it back, but kinda forgot about it.” A blatant lie, but you didn’t want to tell him why you’d kept it. Not now anyway.

“Don’t worry, I quite enjoy seeing you in my clothes.” Eddie winked at you, before he got in the car with you and started the engine.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Patience, darling. It’s a surprise after all, right?”

“I know, but Dad said you’d bring me home in the morning, and that made me really curious.” And a little nervous, so you couldn’t keep your legs still, bouncing them up and down. Eddie noticed that straight away, so he put his hand on your thigh. That managed to stop your movements, but it also made your skin tingle beneath his touch, spreading out through your whole body.

“If you don’t want that, just say the words and I’ll take you back home.” Eddie looked at you for a moment, gave you a reassuring smile before he turned his attention back on the road. “D’you trust me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation, because it was what you felt. In his presence, you’d always felt safe, and right now was no exception.

“Good, then… just a little patience. It won’t take long to get there.”

You placed your hand on top of his on your thigh and ran your thumb over his skin again and again, because you needed something to do. Eddie drove out of Hawkins, but you kept quiet, knowing that he wouldn’t answer your questions. Another ten minutes and he stopped the car on top of a hill overlooking the city, but when you turned to the other side, mostly darkness welcomed you, but that assured that you had a great view of the sky, of all the stars that were shining. A breathtaking view already!

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Eddie asked, opening the back doors of the van to get some stuff out.

“It really is.” You turned towards him, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “You need help?”

“No, no, I got it.” He carried everything over, laid out a big blanket, put down some containers, bottles and whatnot. “Come on, sit down.”

“You know, we could have had a picnic during the day as well.” “Sure, but that wouldn’t have been anywhere near as romantic as this is, right?” The hopeful look in his eyes made you smile. He seemed almost nervous, and apparently he was, judging by the way he twisted one of his rings around his finger.

“That’s true.” Slowly, you sat down next to him. “So, you wanted to stargaze with me?”

“Yes.” Eddie reached for another blanket and put it over your lap. “Ever heard of the Orionids?”

“I think I heard that before. Why?”

“They’re an annual meteor shower, so we can watch some shooting stars tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I hope so. But that’s why I brought you here, to watch the Orionids with you.”

“I never pictured you as someone who liked to stargaze, Eddie Munson.” “Oh, I’m full of surprises, darling.” Eddie chuckled, before he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

You talked for a bit about the stars, about books, all the topics you’d talked about before, and it was so easy with him, so… natural that you lost track of time completely. At one point, you’d both laid down on your backs, staring up at the sky, Eddie’s arm wrapped around you to keep you close, your head leaning against his shoulder. The blanket was wrapped around both of you, but being this close to Eddie provided enough warmth already, so you were all cosy.

“There!” Eddie pointed in one direction, your eyes immediately following, and you saw the first shooting star.

“Quick! Make a wish!” you said, getting all giddy with excitement.

“Why don’t you make one?”

“You saw it, so you get to make a wish. I don’t make the rules.”

“I actually only have one wish right now. And that’s not something any shooting star can make come true.”

“Why?” You turned your head towards him to look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart, noses almost touching.

“Because that’s not in the stars… it’s in your hands.” Eddie tightened his hold around you, fingers fanning out over your back. His other hand came up to cup your cheek. You felt your breath hitch when he bumped his nose against yours. “Because I’d really, really like to kiss you now.”

You wanted that as well, but were incapable of forming words right now. The butterflies in your stomach were ready to burst at any minute, but he was still waiting for your okay. A smile spread on your lips when you put your hand on his chest and leaned in, hoping he’d get the hint. And he did.

Eddie’s lips met yours in a soft, languid kiss. You ran your fingers up his chest, to his shoulder, but Eddie quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him, making you giggle and break the kiss.

“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since we started dating.” He ran a hand through your hair, putting his hand at the nape of your neck, his thumb brushing over the skin just beneath your ear. A sigh escaped your lips when he did that.

“Really?” You couldn’t believe his words, but knew that he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. You wiggled around a bit to get more comfortable until you found the perfect position, his thigh between your legs,and in turn your leg between his.

“I was always intrigued by you, but never really got the chance to talk to you. And you blew me away on that first date.” Eddie chuckled, running his hand up and down your back, but when he reached the hem of the sweater, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric, warm hands meeting your bare skin, resulting in another happy sigh.

“I actually felt the same way,” you admitted, “And… I actually didn’t give your sweater back because I liked wearing it. Made me feel like you were around.”

“That’s really cute, sweetheart!” Eddie pecked your lips again, before he had to chuckle. “And your Dad actually approves of this.”

“Yeah, how did you manage that? I mean, he even helped you with this?”

“He did.” And Eddie was still a little surprised, but also rather proud that Hopper had offered him his help, after El had talked to both of them about your feelings. Eddie didn’t know whether she’d told him about the whole fake-dating thing, but in the end, it didn’t matter. “When he walked me out of the cabin… I was just completely honest with him.” Eddie stopped his hand at the small of your back, fanned out his fingers to cover as much skin as possible. He used his other hand to cup your cheek once again. 

“I told him that I like you… and that I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.” Your heart skipped a beat when you heard that, and now you were the one to initiate the kiss. It started out just like the first one, but got more heated rather quickly. You opened your lips to him, explored his mouth with your own tongue while you felt his hand tangle in your hair. You felt warm all over, and your lips were a little swollen from the kiss when you eventually broke apart.

“I like you, too, Eddie Munson… a lot actually.”

“Well, that sounds promising. So we’re taking our fake-dating up a level to real proper dating?”

“I think we’re already kinda past that dating-stage, don’t you think?” After all, you’d been on a couple of dates, had gotten to know each other quite well, and Eddie had prepared the most romantic date you’d ever been on.

“So, you’re gonna call me your boyfriend in front of your Dad now?”

“If that’s okay with you?”

“Okay?” Eddie said, leaning in for another quick kiss. “Sweetheart, I’ve been waiting to hear you call me that. ‘Cause now I can tell everyone what a wonderful, gorgeous, smart girlfriend I have, so that they can all get jealous.”

Before you could react in any way, Eddie kissed you again, and you forgot everything that had been on your mind, everything you’d wanted to say. You were happy, and that was all that mattered.

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Fic Finder

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1. Hello...how are you. I'm looking for two fix

a) I don't know if it will make sense. I think it was a time travel fanfiction and wei ying was doing a mock night hunt with the juniors and every time jiang cheng and wei ying met will chose a group for themselves and do this mock night hunting.

b) Lan Zhan was hit with an isolation curse. He first lost his hearing then sight and eventually feelings but wei ying still found a way to commicate with him @hewhomustnotbenamed24

1A)

FOUND? And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together)

1B)

FOUND? shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi ( E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. hi wonderful people! i've never done this before so hopefully i'm doing it right. i am very desperate to find this fic because it's haunting my brain!! i remember wei ying gets encased in some sort of crystal in jinlintai during jin ling's one month celebration or near that time and is kept hidden there. there was this one part where someone tried to break it and they were attacked by resentful energy? i'm pretty sure it was an everybody lives fic and it was quite long, if that helps! thanks! &lt;;3 @circussocks

FOUND! laughing shadow by ich_bin_ein_stern (M, 32k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Blood Magic, Misunderstandings, Found Family, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon Divergence)

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3. Hello

There is this fic i read some time ago

Wwx took the curse off a ghost. the curse said you won't be able to see the ppl who have very strong feelings about you

Wwx thinks it's hate and is very heartbroken when he can't see anyone, and starts spiraling and explaining to himself why ppl hate him

FOUND? See Me, Feel Me (Listening to You) by Ghost_Honey (T, 29k, WangXian, POV WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX’s Abyssmal Self-Esteem, Emotional Healing, Angst, The Juniors love their Senior Wei, Curses, WWX is an Unreliable Narrator, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling)

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4. I'm looking for a modern AU meet-cute where single dad WWX goes to a party at JYL + JXY's place (I think he gives JYL an ink painting for her birthday). Wen Chao hits on him and WWX needs an escape. He sees LWJ looking at a painting and pretends they're married, and LWJ immediately rolls with it to play the protective husband. They're smitten and leave together. LWJ makes pancakes the next morning and wins over A-Yuan. The fic is under 10k, I think, and probably E-rated for smut. Thanks so much!

FOUND! feel it so strong (we don’t even have to say goodbye) by curiositea (E, 6k, wangxian, Modern Setting, Strangers to Lovers, Love at First Sight, Single Parent WWX, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Underprep, LWJ's Canonically Huge Cock, WC Being an Asshole, Fake/Pretend Relationship) except the Ink Painting for Yanli's birthday is from a different fic, the best of you by Sysrae

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5. hi! I'm finding this fic on ao3 where Wei Wuxian is from a minor sect. I think he was from Tianshan He (the clan that JGY and XY murdered in Villaneous Friends but I'm not very sure. The plot was starting from the Wen Discussion Conference I think ? Everyone is surprised to see a minor clan get the top spots because of Wei Wuxian, and take keen interest in him @wutheringskies

FOUND! every world, every universe by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, wangxian, HS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWX is in Tingshan He, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Fix-It of Sorts, Genius WWX, WIP) WWX is the Tingshen He head disciple who surprised everyone by winning the Wen archery tournament

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6. im looking for a fic but all i can remember is that after lan xichen caused wwx's death (killed him? kept lwj frok saving him? led a siege) lan wangji challenged him to a fight. for years after lxc refused to talk about his brother at conferences and i think? lwj left the cultivation world behind or went into hiding with ayuan? any help appreciated 🙏🏾 @onlyegret

Not FOUND! 💖 demons run when a good man goes to war by Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, wangxian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, NHS & LWJ friendship, not JGY friendly, dark LWJ, revenge, (presumed) major character death, not LXC friendly) might be demons run when a good man goes to war. if not, you may enjoy it anyway.

FOUND! Skin Tight by liverbiver9 (M, 28k, WangXian, Trans Female WWX, Gender Changes, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Transphobia, implied/mentioned but not super explicit, mentioned hate crimes, Sentient Burial Mounds, Chronic Pain, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Isolation, Found Family, but they're ghosts!, Queer Themes, Queer Families, Sunshot Campaign, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pining, Self-Worth Issues, YLLZ WWX, Hurt WWX, Genius WWX, Misunderstandings, Bittersweet Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending, kind of a happy ending?, JC Fucks Up, Misgendering, deadnaming, Implied Transphobia, depends on how you look at it tbh, Canon Temporary Character Death, Self-Sacrifice, Epistolary, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, but posthumously, rating for body horror and mature themes, not sexually explicit) this one has a scene like that near the end!

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7. hi! i'd love help finding a fairly popular (?) time travel fic that's escaping my searching ability somehow... it's a lil short, from at least a year ago. post-siege lwj is sent back to sunshot, and wants to do better by wwx, but wwx is already friendlier to him, and takes him flying to where he's hidden the wens. they play music to a-yuan, and then! (spoiler haha) it turns out to be post-canon wwx <3 idk why i can't find it, so thank you!

FOUND! More than a Dream of You by VoidRune (T, 8k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ centric, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Talks of Demonic Cultivation)

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8. Hi, you seem like you know things and I have exhausted myself trying to find this fic.

It’s about Wei Ying, his siblings and the Wen siblings living in a house together, modern era, while he renovates it little by little. He is actually a tattoo artist but isn’t working atm. Then Lan Zhan moves in and stays in Yanli’s room with her so he assumes that he is Yanli’s bf but never opens his mouth to ask. Lan Zhan and Yanli are actually best friends and while Wei Ying and Lan Zhan instantly click he tries to push Lan Zhan away because he thinks he is dating his sister. I vividly remember this fic but no matter what tag combos I try, I can’t find it. If you can find it you’d be my heroes :) Lan Zhan also wears skirts here which is always a bonus.

FOUND? could be Once Upon a Place by zeldasayre (E, 80k, WangXian, House restoration, Falling In Love, Misunderstandings, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bisexual WWX, Trans Male WWX, Gay LWJ, JYL & LWJ Friendship, Modern AU, Set somewhere in America, Tattoo Artist WWX, Librarian LWJ, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Domestic) I looked it up by the tattoo artist Wei ying tag, I haven't read it tho

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9. It's a modern-day college AU - Wei Wuxian has a roommate who is very confused why he keeps rhapsodizing about someone named Long John (as the roommate hears it)

FOUND? Long John by hasu (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, Crack Fluff, POV Outsider, College/University au)

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10. hi I'm looking for a modern au where lwj is kidnapped by the wen and wwx is being forced to work for them but they realize they're soulmates(?) and i think they might have memories of their past lives. wwx has to help the wen cuz jyl and jc are being held hostage. please and thanks 🙏🏾 @onlyegret

FOUND! in another life by dogear (M, 33k, WIP, WangXian, Past Lives, Enemies to Lovers, WWX POV)

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11. I can’t find this fic and it’s driving me crazy! It was a modern college au, and lwj brought wwx back to his family ranch for break. The premise was that wwx stole lwjs hat to wear, and everyone was giving them looks because there’s a saying like ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy.’ There’s a scene where lwj literally grabs a bull by the horns and wrestles it to protect wwx. In the end lwj tells wwx about the saying and they fuck. I think this fic might be hidden/deleted but I can’t be sure? Even a link for the way back machine would be amazing. Thank you!! (I know exactly which fic this is but I cannot find it either :( I hope it wasn't deleted - Mod C) @adeametea

FOUND? 11 on recent FicFinder might be Local Cowboy Goes To Town (On A Poor Defenseless Twink) by Pancho. Unfortunately, Pancho's works are currently hidden due to AI scrapping

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12. Hello! I’m looking for a fic I read a while back where Wei Wuxian was resurrected by Qin Su, finds out that he is pregnant by Jim Guangyao, and tricks Lan Xichen into thinking that the child is his. I’ve been searching everywhere for this fic but I can’t seem to find it!

FOUND? So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

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13. Hello I’m trying to find a fic i read a few years ago it was modern day and lan zhan kidnapped Wei wuxian who works at a coffee shop to be his husband and he keeps he locked up in a penthouse and he wasn’t allowed to look out the windows and one chapter he had a fever and stepped on broken glass. @stitch97

FOUND? Courtship Rite by FunkyShoes (M, 26k, WangXian, XiYao, Dark LWJ, Dark LXC, Morally Gray JGY, Malicious NHS, but that's not the focus of the story, banality of evil, Kidnapping, Courtship Gone Wrong, Manipulation, Mind Manipulation, Off Screen Violence, Supportive Sibling LXC, Modern AU, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, I've been told I should tag for passive victim wwx) I think. It's JGY POV

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14. I'm looking for a fic, but the main problem is I'm not sure if it was on AO3, Tumblr or Twitter (and if it was Twitter, I think I read it as an unrolled thread). LWJ visits WWX in Lotus Pier and at one point gets accidentally whipped by YZY when she was aiming for WWX. He demands WWX's hand in marriage as reparation and I think LXC was a little exasperated but didn't contest it.

Thank you in advance, and no worries if you can't find it! (I feel like I read something like this recently but which of them was it is the problem TvT ~Mod L)

FOUND! Tumblr post by ronniexian I’m fairly certain it’s this

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15. I’m looking for a Cloud Recesses fic where Wei Wuxian wants to signal that he and Lan Wangji are courting so he grinds ink for him before class.

FOUND! 💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect, podfic) I think #15 is one of the early worlds in the magical marriage ribbons series by starandrea. I'm not sure which, but I think there's a 30(?) Days of secret courting in cloud recess in it

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16. hi! for the fic finder: i remember only one scene from a fic where at a cultivation conference both lan xichen and nie mingjue kiss jiang yanli on the cheek. i think it was either to make jin zixuan aware of jyl or otherwise a result of someone's political scheming? i dont remember whose idea it was but it wasn't lxc or nmj's. im positive this fic is in my bookmarks somewhere but i dont remember enough to find it lmao

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) nhs convinces nmh and lwj to kiss jyl on the cheek at the phoenix mountain hunt to make jzx jealous

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17. This is a hyper specific ask because the only things I remember about this fic is wangxian are in university and wwx is an art major or in some art class where he shares this big space with a bunch of classmates that's divided up with tape. At some point he gets into a fight with another classmate cause he stuff spills over and lwj helps him. I think it might have been lwj's pov?

FOUND! could it be "show me a quiver, give me tonight" or its part 2 "crossed the world with these empty hands" by spookykingdomstarlight

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18. I’m looking for a fic where Lan Wangji first meets Wei Wuxian as his doctor, with Jiang Cheng storming out of his room shouting that Lan Wangji should just kill him because obviously WWX didn’t value his own life. (WWX had pushed JC out of the way of a car.) LW is darkly amused by it. He’s mildly obsessed with the pearl drop WWX wears? Runs into him in the meat department later, & eventually moves WWX in. Loves having him in their apartment, providing for him. Possibly too much @any-mouse

FOUND! singularity by azuresummer (E, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub Undertones, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Serial Killers, Dark LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Serial Killer LWJ, Doctor LWJ, Stalking, Manipulation, Obsession, Mentions of Murder) I think 18 is singularity! Where lwj is a doctor/serial killer that stalks wwx at forst to kill him but falls in love wih him instead

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19. hi. i'm searching for a fic, i don't remember much except the wei family is actually a merchant family and wei changze is their 3rd or 2nd young master. wy inherited all his father wealth and let the butler to continue doing it for him? then the wei family send dowry to cloud recesses, lotus pier n qinghe? withdrawn their business from lanling jin? anyone know where i can find it? thank you. :) @aishiteru-amie

FOUND! Keep Holding On by abCEE (M, 316k, JC & WWX & JYL, wangxian, canon divergence, role reversal, YLLZ JYL, yunmeng sibling dynamics, good uncle LQR, sunshot campaign, PTSD, established relationship, angst w/ happy ending) I think its around chapter 36-37?

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20. Hi !! I've been looking everywhere for a fic (or maybe two ?) that takes place in the north (or south?) pole. I remember that they get trapped in there, and something is very wrong. I THINK that there was something about resentement-virus or something ? It was quite a while ago... I'm in the mood for Wangxian in the Arctic and i can't find it !!! xD If you managed to find it (or any like it...) Thank you so much by advance !! @czeriah

FOUND? and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)

FOUND? Found in the Sharpness of Contrasts by nickel710 (T, 35k, wangxian, modern cultivation, Antarctic Expedition, Magic and Science, Fear, Survival Horror, Body Horror but pretty minimal, chapter notes will explain if you need more info, idiots to lovers, Mystery, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Worldbuilding, Featuring a Generator Named Bertha, Panic/Acute Anxiety) a modern with cultivation fic set on an Antarctic research base

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[alianarepasa]

Meme Swap: Side Story Part 2 - Chase Ensue by the Red Italian

Summary: While Beeg and Eggdog are have their own mischief adventure, pretending as their owners, SMG3 and SMG4 have their own adventures in their pets' body as they try their best to find them to fix the bodyswap mess. This fanfic is a celebration for hitting 200+ reads on Meme Swap and will only have three parts.

Tags: Comedy, Body Swap, Family fluff

Note: It is recommended that you should read Meme Swap by @shygirl4991 first before reading this! Thanks to them for accepting and be the proof-reader for the fanfic!

1st Part/3rd Part

Three was looking down at four who had his face flat on the floor, Three let out a sigh seeing how depressed his meme guardian partner was at the expected answer.  He truly thought the plan to use simple body language would let the squid girl know it was them, sadly that wasn't the case and now they are back to square one. 

He looked away from his partner to notice people around them turning and staring at them strangely, it was making him feel a bit uncomfortable so he decided looking around would help distract him. That’s when his eyes locked on to Luigi’s shop and saw their meme children walking in, Three turns and headbutts Four to get the depressed guardian's attention. 

“Look there they are, come on!” Four responded with an annoyed expression not pleased with the headbutt he received, Three glared at him before he began to walk. Four then followed Three, over time Four got ahead of him on their way to the shop. 

As Three attempts to catch up to Four, he is blocked by a pair of strangers looking at him in amazement “Hey look! It’s an Eggdog!” one shouted before their friend chimed in “It seems like it ain’t with its owner.” Three rolled his eyes and tires to continue following Four, as he started going past them another stranger appeared right in front of him with a huge smile. 

“OMG! THEY’RE SO CUTE! IMA PET THEM!” Right as the third person finishes their remark they reach over to Three to pet him, he backs away from the contact becoming uncomfortable with the attention.  Three looked around trying to find a way out only for more people to show up completely surrounding him, blocking all exits. Three screams furiously as he starts to feel panic rise in him, as he keeps looking for the exit he starts to scream “UGH PLEASE! LET! ME! THROUGH!” he knew no one would hear anything but barks but at that moment it didn't matter he needed an out. 

Four stops walking and turns around hearing the commotion behind him, he sees Three attempting to escape as the crowd continue to block his escape. Four panic then charges at the crowd in hopes to squeeze through, as he goes through he looks around struggling to find his partner in the crowd. Meanwhile the other meme guardian kept backing up hitting a wall, he was now cornered, the realization hit him as he began to shake frantically while everyone kept watching him in amazement reaching out to pet him. Being crowded brought back memories of his horrible endless stream he did months ago, he couldn't do anything in his life without eyes and comments surrounding him. He wanted to hug himself for comfort, but with the current body he is in, he couldn’t. All he could feel now is an intense fear of what people are about to do with him.

As he closed his eyes, he then felt someone touch him. He was expecting rough head pats, instead he felt warm arms around him. He opened his eyes to see it was Four holding him close causing him to get flustered and blush.  Suddenly he was lifted in the air as Four carries Three and runs through an opening “OUT OF MY WAY! RUN AWAY MEME COMING THROUGH!” 

Once they were safe, Four did one more look around before gently placing Three on the floor. Four turns looking at Three concern “You okay 3?”  Three looked away to hide his blushing face, lucky for him Four didnt notice “Y-yea I’m fine! But… thanks for saving me I guess…”

As they catch their breath they don't realize a familiar figure approaching them “Oh? Why are SMG4 and SMG3’s kids here?” The pair jump in surprise hearing the familiar Italian voice. They looked up and noticed their avatar, Mario. 

“Oh great… its the fatass” SMG3 complained with a displeased expression, while SMG4 came up with an idea. He grabs three doggy faces and looks at him excitedly “THREE! WE HAVEN’T ASKED MARIO TO HELP US OUT!! IF HE CAN UNDERSTAND MEMES, MAYBE HE CAN UNDERSTAND US?” Three responded with a confused look, but didn’t say anything as Four started to try to speak to their Avatar.

Four speaks up hoping that his avatar could understand, as Mario listens to Four he tilts his head only being able to hear gibberish. It reminded the plumber of a web show back in 2013 about cats with squeaky robotic voices. Mario blinks confused, he always was able to understand memes especially his guardians children, strangely at this moment the plumber couldn't understand a single word. Mario's eyes go cross “wot?”

“Mario doesn't know if it's just his weird spaghetti he just ate, or you guys just speak differently last time I checked.” Four frowns feeling disappointed that even Mario didn't seem to understand them either. Three sighs as he turns to Four “Hey now, you at least tried to speak up to him, but like the others, they don’t understand. Now can we move along and at least find our kid?” with a sad nod SMG4 looks at Three  “Yea… I guess you're right… let’s press on.”

As the two meme guardians started to walk away, they heard a rumble making them turn around staring at Mario. The plumber looked down at his stomach, he was starting to feel hungry, slowly he looked up, staring at memes in front of him. His eyes locking onto ‘Eggdog’  he starts to envision the egg cracked with its egg white and yolk on the floor. Slowly he takes out a hammer not breaking eye contact with the meme guardian, his mustache grows to a comedic size as his eyes go cross again  “Egg.”

The pair exchange a look feeling fearful and confused as to what their avatar meant “Uhh… is Mario ok-” right before Three could finish his sentence Mario swung his hammer at Three. Thankfully SMG3 was able to dodge the attack, the guardians exchanged frightened looks startled by what just happened. Mario takes another swing missing Three again, the pair scream as four immediately goes to his partner and carries him running far from the plumber.  

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT IS THAT IDIOT DOING???” SMG3 screams, feeling panicked over what happened.  “I DON’T KNOW??? BUT BASED ON HOW HE IS TRYING TO SWING THE HAMMER AT YOU, I THINK HE IS TARGETING YOU?” SMG3 blinks slowly looking down at Four glaring at him  “YEA! NO SHIT SHERLOCK!”

They begin to argue as Four keeps running with his partner in his arms, as they argue they both pause noticing movement, looking up they see Mario was getting ready to drop several heavy objects on them.  Four starts to panickedly dodge the objects while making sure not to drop Three. Mario growls as he drops the last object on the pair, in a panic Four throws Three out of the way before rolling dodge the object. Three screams as he falls, as Four stands up from his roll he dashes and catches Three as he continues running, Mario glares at them planning another attack. 

Mario gets ahead of the pair and looks around making sure he was far enough, he looks down noticing the man cover and starts to open it. Then he grabs a plank that has been cut almost in half, then he places it over the hole ready for the trap to be set. Only it didn't happen, as the pair made it across with no issue. Mario saw what happened and was baffled at the sight, he goes to his original position and looks at the hole confused on what happened. The plumber, now distracted, didn't notice SMG3 jumping off of SMG4 hold, headbutting Mario into the sewers. 

The pair enter a alleway hoping to keep hidden from the plumber, four attempts to catch his breath from all the running. Three now finally on his feet let out a shaky breath trying to calm his nerves, even if he did headbutt Mario into a hole it didn't bring him full comfort.  “I… I think we lost him…” Just as Four was done catching his own breath, the meme guardians both noticed that the part of the alleyway started to get darker.  As they stare into the darkness they notice a hooded cloak figure moving in it, then a bone chilling whistle could be heard, it was as if death himself had found the meme guardians. Then the hooded cloak figure revealed a hammer in his hand, then with his other hand pulled down the hood showing Mario’s face full of psychotic rage . The pair started screaming and attempted to run only to realize they hit a dead end. It was at that moment they both knew they were screwed. 

“AHHHHH! SMG4!! DO SOMETHING TO STOP THAT IDIOT FROM KILLING ME!!!” SMG3 holds on to Four in a panic. SMG4  looks around trying to find anything that could help them, Mario starts to close in increasing the pair’s panic. That’s when Four saw a lone display door on the floor, picking it up he then slams the door shut. Normally doing this action with the door would hit someone's face, unfortunately for Mario his lower region manages to get stuck. The fat Italian screams in pain giving the duo a chase to escape, they run past him hoping that their avatar would leave them alone. 

As they escaped from the red Italian, they stopped and panted as they tried to get some air. “That… that should hold him at least…” Four let out between breaths. Three turns to four finally catching his breath  “You… You think so?” Four nods “Hopefully… Look, we need to get our kids quickly and fast, or else Mario might get you and-” as SMG4 starts to explain things SMG3 smells something that causes him to lose control of himself. Four turns still explaining things then notices that his partner is gone. 

“HUH?! THREE?! WHERE DID YOU GO??!” Four looked around fearfully. He starts to run looking around for his partner, after a while of searching he finds Three and notices something off. He calls out to the guardian only to get ignored, he decides to follow Three and block the way to get his attention.  “THREE! WHY ARE YOU NOT RESPONDING TO ME-” Four paused as he noticed that Three’s eyes are bigger, and lost its red gradient pupil. His expression didn’t seem human anymore, his huge eyes made him seem like a lost dog drooling excitedly for food. Four blinks at the thought “Wait…food?” He turned around to see where his partner was going. 

Turns out the pair ended up near a couple of fruit stands, that's when Four noticed what has Three attention, a barrel filled with strawberries. The false berry seemed to have put SMG3 in a trance, concerned over his partner he turned to him “Uhh… Three…?” Three did not respond back, instead, jumped through Four and made a run for it. Four was shocked at the sudden action, acting fast he grabs a hold of Three holding him back. The guardian pup then started to bark at him aggressively wanting to be free from his arms. 

“Three! What has it gone to you?!” SMG3 only responded with a growl, as he tried to struggle his way out from Four’s hold.  The guardian only replied in barks and growls, Four kept holding him back “C’mon Three! Why are you just acting like this?! It is just a strawberry-” he stops mid sentence as he remembers what Three told him a few days ago. 

Fews days ago…

SMG4 was just editing his video, when suddenly SMG3 opened the door and asked a question. “Yooo SMG4, do you have strawberries anywhere in your kitchen?” Four then stopped and turned around, confused, he answered  “Uhh… no… why?”

“Ok good, because just letting you know that Eggdogs are very hyperactive with strawberries, that even a single slice of it makes them out of control, so I would suggest not having that anywhere in your castle when Eggdog is around, okay?”  Three grabs the doorknob waiting for the other man's reply.

“alright” Four went back to his video editing, while Three closed the door.

Few days later…

“...Ahhh fu-OOF”  Four falls to the ground as he loses his grip on Three, he looks up, frightened that Three would lose himself in the red fruit. 

As Three got closer to the barrel the fat plumber jumped in front of it grabbing him “GOTCHA BITCH!” The trance was interrupted making Three realize he was caught. Four panics seeing his partner grabbed, ignoring the man's scream in order to focus he looks around for something to save Three with. His eyes locked on to a pipe near him and ran to it.

Three starts to struggle as he attempts to escape the plumber's grasp, he then starts to panic when he notices Mario opens his mouth getting ready to eat him. Luckily Four was able to swing the pipe hitting Mario hard on the head making him drop his partner, he dashes and immediately catches Three and begins to run  “WE’RE GETTING OUT OF HERE!!”

“Awww, but I didn’t get the strawberry…” Three pouted after learning they weren't staying for the fruit.  “NOT NOW THREE! WE WILL BUY ONE LATER!” SMG4 responded frustratedly “NO! ME WANT STRAWBERRY!” SMG3 whined back to Four only to get an eye roll in return. 

Four kept running as he carried his grumpy partner trying to find a place to hide, that's when he noticed a spaghetti shop.  Knowing his Avatar loves spaghetti, he sprints inside with his partner and instantly hides under a table. The red italian was still hot on their trail. He looked around the area and noticed the shop, he sprinted inside excited to get his hand on his love.  He started to cause some mayhem in the shop the moment he steps in demanding all their pasta, while distracted the pair sneak their way out of the shop. 

The owner of the shop, not being pleased with the events happening in his shop, catches the red plumber and carries him away.  The pair make it out only to hear the door of the shop open and the red italian get booted out. They swiftly dodge the avatar as he lands on the spot they were at, looking at him and seeing he is unconscious they took their chance and spirit towards a place they can hide. 

“Now… can you explained to me on why THE FUCK, DID YOU LEAVE ME WHILE I WAS EXPLAINING?!?” Four glares at Three frustrated by the events that just happened  “OH, WELL EXCUSE ME BLUE BASKETBALL LOOKING ASS, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I WENT ACTING LIKE A DOG WHO IS BEGGING FOR A FOOD!” Three barked at Four’s question. Four stares at Three puzzled “YOU’RE LITERALLY IN YOUR PET’S BODY!!??” Three scoffs “WELL I’M SORRY FOR NOT HAVING A CONTROL OF THIS BODY! BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU, I DID NOT BECAME A GIANT ASS MOON TO MAJORA MASK STYLE EVERYONE AAAHHHH!!!” Their argument was cut short as Mario found their hiding spot and destroyed with a giant wooden hammer. Their avatar growls, extremely angry “MARIO IS ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING VERY ILLEGAL, AND THAT STARTS WITH YOU TWO GETTING SQUASHED!!!” he starts swinging the hammer at the pair aggressively, the guardians start to scream and run from their avatar again.  

Three and four are sprinting away not noticing paint cans above them, as they run past one of the empty cans falls off landing on Four. The meme guardian panics when he sees sudden darkness as he gets stuck in the can  “AHHH HELP! MY HEAD STUCK!!” Three turns around and gets a bit scared as not only he saw Four with a paint can of his head, the Avatar is about to reach them. While Three is shaking, unsure what to do, Mario ends up tripping over SMG4 knocking them both to the floor. Seeing this Three jumps on top of the can Four is stuck in, once balance he starts rolling it moving as fast as he could on the can to get them out. 

Mario quickly gets up seeing them escape again, he runs trying to catch them only to end up hitting a sign. Three let out a sigh of relief seeing the plumber knock himself out, he stops the can and gets off running to Four and uses his mouth to pull four out.  “Hold on, l-let me just…” he pulls four while Four tries to hold the paint can still to help Three out. 

“Just hold still you idiot! That stupid paint keeps rolling!” barks out as he attempts to pull again  “I’m trying dammit!” as three tries to pull out four he hears a sound behind him. He turns around seeing Mario extremely furious, Three’s eyes go wide  “AHHH FUCK!”

“MARIO IS… SO DONE WITH THIS STUPID CHASE! AND YOU WHAT THAT MEANS, BITCH?! NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY.”  Three starts to shake in fear when he hears the growl coming from their avatar as he keeps attempting to free his partner. Mario gets closer to them causing more panic in Three, until a tall woman grabs him.  It was Saiko who wasn't happy that Mario is using her wooden hammer, as Saiko gives Mario a piece of her mind Four finally got free from his canned prison. The pair run together to find a place to hide from their avatar.

Both of them looked around making sure Mario didn’t follow them, once they felt safe they relaxed. That’s when they noticed their kids in their bodies were running to the candy shop. “THERE THEY ARE!” Three is about to run up to them, only for four to stop him which flustered and confused Three. “Three! Mario is still possibly going after you, what if he finds you and tries to eat you again?” Four explained in a furious yet concerned tone. While Three would have to complain, Four does have a point. It would be a horrifying sight if the kids see him get eaten by their avatar, Three lets out a sigh before responding for Four “Ok, you may have a point. But how in the hell are we gonna even stop that idiot from trying to crack me open?”

Four started to think of a plan, they needed something that could get the red plumber off them so they can get their bodies back from their kids. That's when the light bulb lit up as he turned to Three. Smirking at him, Three’s expression changed to one of confusion, noticing the smirk “What’s with that face?” Four gets close to Three “Oh trust me Three… I got an idea…”

Mario managed to escape Saiko’s grasp making him wish he left her a note, he just needed the hammer to catch the meme children. Knowing Saiko, she would more than likely have punched him for even thinking of her hammer. Mario sighs as he feels his stomach rumble, he was still hungry and needed that egg more than ever. Suddenly he saw the very egg meme he was looking for circling around in one spot. 

“Wow, look at me! I’m just an Eggdog, who is now lost. It would’ve been ashamed if I got eaten by a red fat Italian or something! Even though saying this is pretty useless since no one can understand us, unless for some reason the readers can read me and that idiot’s word in a meme body. So come and get me you fatass!!” Three speaks in a flat tone trying to get the Avatar's attention. Mario starts to dash at him, making Three start running.

He attempted to slow the red italian down by knocking objects over that was in his path, Mario dodges them easily until he threw a banana peel which surprised Three making him giggle. SMG3 then arrived at the spot where Four was placing the trap, the trap itself was a plate of spaghetti that Four took from the shop they were at. He then mixed it with a power up to help Mario fall asleep. 

“Now?” Four asked, Three looked to his side where Mario was chasing him. “Now!” Three immediately runs up to Four and hides under the box, with the hole in it to see if their plan works. Mario stopped looking around trying to figure where the egg meme went, that's when his eyes met the plate of spaghetti “ooooooooo~~” without a second thought he jumped on the plate eating it. 

“Mmmmm… Yummy!” As Mario finished eating it, he instantly fell asleep, meaning Four’s plan worked. Three and Four looked at each other and smiled, and as they escaped the box, they quietly sneaked away to make sure their Avatar did not wake up. With them now out of the view from Mario, the chase is finally over. Three and Four felt relief was over them knowing they are now safe. 

“Now we escaped that fatass, we should finally-” as he tries to finish his statement they hear a familiar loud scream.  “HOW DOES HE TURN IT OFF!” Four turns surprised “BEEG?!” SMG4  runs to the location of the scream, with SMG3 following behind him. As the two guardians reach the area, they pause for a moment and see that Eggdog saved Beeg from tripping himself into a weapon shop. 

They eavesdrop on some bits of the conversation and hear how Eggdog is willing to protect Beeg. SMG4 smiled at the kids “Aw they are such good friends!” Three frowns not being a fan of how the pair are making them seem so close, that's when he hears people talking and pointing towards the kids  “They seem much closer the last time I checked,” the other person nods “They seem like they’re dating or something.”  he wasn't a fan of that, to escape his thoughts he nudges four.

“Oi! Focus on our kids!” Four lets out an awkward giggle “Oh yea right.” They start to follow their kids only to bump into someone. “CAN YOU AT LEAST MOVE- Ooh…” Three went from infuriated to a frightened expression as he realized who he bumped into. Four looked at Three then turned to see they bump into Karen. 

Karen then turns and looks down to see that it was those two guardians’ kids. “Awww~~, it’s you two!” she smiled at them and then picked them both up to be carried. Three tried to get out by struggling, while Four started to panic.

“AHH! ARE WE BEING KIDNAPPED?!” Three still struggling until he gave up and looked at Four. “Yep”. Karen then started to walk away, causing the two guardians to panic. Four then calls out for help to the kids “BEEG! EGGDOG! HELP US!!!”

Eggdog paused. “Did you hear that? It sounded like your dad” Beeg turns around and sees his and Eggdog’s dad are being held by Karen. He then turns back to Eggdog. “Nah, it's probably in your head” Beeg replied in a deceitful tone then continued walking. SMG4 eyes go wide as it clicks he was ignored and Beeg had no plans of switching back.  Three glares at their kids “YOU NAUGHTY KIDS!! WHEN FOUR AND I GET YOU, YOU TWO ARE SO GROUNDED!!!”

#smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #meme swap #meme swap: side story #side story part 2 #body swap #family fluff #comedy #shygirl4991

[withered--s0uls]

Vat7k random headcanons.

Varian:

Trans FtM (tho I enjoy MtF Var too :3)

Bisexual (was intended canon in vat7k)

When originally not trusting Hugo, he makes it painfully obvious to him in the way he acts around him vs around Yong and Nuru

Writes NewDream & his Dad letters :3 probably whenever arriving in & leaving a new Kingdom!

I prefer the vest design so uh; I hc the reason he has 2 hairstripes now is a result of the S3 finale. I hc his canon hairstripe is from the fact his dad was hit by a blast of the moonstone. The 2nd one is a "scar" from dying and being revived in the S3 finale (I imagine Eugene has a similar "scar" in a blonde strand of hair from the movie. Also Cass and Raps each having ones in their respective colours bc of being past users. Also yes this implies the entirety of ppl who helped in the S3 finale has blonde/gold and/or turquoise/blue "scars" from the S3 finale somewhere in their hair or on their body)

Alchemist and engineer rivalry with Hugo bc Hugo likes to be a smartass

Hugo is his first proper masc crush, he doesn't really count his celebrity crush on Eugene he had as a kid

I hc his surname to be VanGuard (inspired by "His Little Light" on AO3)

Slavic from his dads side (not sure what specific country I hc the DK as but I like the idea of it being slavic)

Hugo:

Genderfluid (amab if anyone cares)

Pansexual

Never actually had like time for proper romance due to his work, so he doesn't actually know how to deal with catching feelings for Varian and Var seemingly reciprocating them (its different to actually love someone opposed to pretending for a job)

Actually really good with kids! This shows in him actually helping care for Yong a lot (he sneaks a Flynn Rider book from Varians bag and reads it to Yong as bedtime story lol)

Probably met Eugene and possibly Lance in their criminal pasts

Having beef with Nuru bc oh no royalty and royals suck (he doesn't understand how Varian can be best friends with a princess [Raps] either) at the start but learns through her that some aren't just stuck up selfish assholes

Teasingly tries to one-up Varians alchemy

Post-vat7k he stays in Corona with Var! First working as his assistant until being offered the role of royal advisor (bc fuck Nigel)

Not a hc bc it is his original DND surname, but personally I go with the surname Rottewange for him (seen some ppl use different ones)

Russian (ah yes the common "Ingvarr is Russia" hc)

Yong:

Probably not the best relationship with his family considering they just sent him off with some stranger from another kingdom

Basically the collective little brother of the group

Hugo jokingly calls him Varians kid after finding out his clumsiness and exploding projects are something Var used to experience too

Gets along well with everyone in the squad yay

He really likes Ruddiger too, getting all excited when seeing him for the first time (I imagine he loves animals :3)

Him and Nuru definitely catch on the fact Varigo both crush on each other way before the two actually admit it themselves

To make him more relatable to Varian, I also imagine him being a Farmboy too

Kinda canon bc it seems to be his clothing inspo + some concept art aspects but; Chinese

Nuru:

Lesbian or at least Sapphic, kinda realizes that when they meet Vars cousins (if you read "Varians Tangled Trials" yk why lol. Nuru and Amber my beloved.)

Huge mistrust towards Hugo

Yong and her often pacify the situation if Varigo alchemist rivalry goes a bit too far

NOT the mom of the group. She's a kid lol. (Hugo and Varian being the only adults and actually having to take responsibility for the two minors >>)

Regardless she's still rather mature in handling situations bc raised as a princess so she knows how to behave

She however is a bit more fun as herself, which the other three would learn over time. Especially when she nerds out about the stars.

Her title as princess as well as Varians as Coronas royal engineer prove useful a lot on their journey

Post-vat7k she would probably try to seek out Varian at royal gatherings so they can catch up. If he's not there then she seeks out Rapunzel to ask about how he's doing :3

Idk just random stuff, nowhere near everything lol.

Dont have surname hcs for the kiddos so uh yeah idk feel free to share yours? Ig Nuru would just be "of Koto(/whatever Kingdom you assign her to)" bc princess or smth? For Yong I might look into some chinese surnames mayhaps...

Also don't have a nationality hc for Nuru so feel free to pitch yours lol

#rambling #headcanons #vat7k #vat7k hugo #vat7k nuru #vat7k yong #vat7k varian #hugo rottewange #Varian vanguard

[m0ssycobblestone]

JuLai Parties

So I've had this trigun worldbuilding headcanon bouncing around in my head for a while since I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff, and I thought it'd be fun to finally throw it to the void! Just gonna preface this a bit by saying I mainly imagine this in the tristamp universe because we get to see the JuLai event happen and it's the only one I've fully watched through (I'M WORKING ON THE OTHERS), BUT it could probably work with trimax/ '98 with a little tweaking. ANYWAYS

The concept at its core is basically, "What if, in the years following JuLai's destruction, people started throwing parties?" Then JuLai Parties were born.

Sometime after the Third City was destroyed, teens and young adults from the nearby towns began gathering at the bottom of the crater and throwing these parties in secret. They had to be secret because, let's be honest, a big party inside a crater where hundreds of people died is probably at least a little illegal, DEFINETELY frowned upon, and even if not illegal, law enforcement would try to stop them anyways if they knew about it. Plus, it's just slightly more fun when no one else knows about it. To keep it all on the down low, those who know about the parties have systems in place. News spreads exclusively through word of mouth, party goers are encouraged to only invite people they know, and, with few exceptions, never tell the older folk.

Part of the wonderful wonderful secret keeping skills of these god-knows-how-many 16-20 something year-olds (give or take) is night time shenanigans and 'leave no trace.' Parties are only held at night, and can take place any time from when the sun goes down to when it comes back up, though typically they end before the sun rises so everyone gets a chance to get home. Party goers are expected to bring their own supplies, including drinks, materials and a way to exit/enter the crater. Additionally, as kind of an unspoken rule/safety measure, any forms of entertainment (instruments, etc.) should be easy to carry around and any structures as easy to assemble as they are to tear down. It's silently understood that what enters the pit leaves with the sun.

Aside from generally being a fun thing exclusive to the youth of surrounding towns, it also acts as a way for some to process being so close to such a catastrophic event, mourn the loss of so many whether they were family, friends, or strangers, and pay their respects to the dead in their own way. Some party goers like to joke that, "If they didn't want a party here, they shouldn't have died in such a cool place," and it's a common thought that, in a city as big as it was, at least one person would have wanted their life to be celebrated this way. It is also common for those in attendance to believe in celebrating the memory and lives of those who have passed rather than sitting in sorrow. The parties also offer a good excuse to go out and meet new people their age from other towns.

I imagine most of the towns sit at around 30 minutes to an hour away by car from JuLai's crater, so it's not uncommon to see jeeps packed with groups or small caravans of Thoma carrying people to parties. To get in, most bring along ropes or ladders they tie to the memorials or fences around the crater's edge, using them to go in and later crawl out of the hole. Occasionally, the crater is used as a venue for small bands from the various towns looking to perform, with the parties acting as the perfect place to do so.

Every year after the incident, party goers have made it tradition to hold a special event on the night the city was destroyed. They throw a huge party with lights, music, and typically, a short speech from the person who first started the JuLai Parties to get everyone hyped up, lasting all the way from sunset to sunrise.

Also, not really lore but just a dumb idea that's kind of like, an addition to it, but in my head there's this cool little scene where after reuniting, Vash, Wolfwood, Meryl, and now Milly are going through one of these surrounding towns, hear about the JuLai Party happening that night, and end up checking it out only realizing when it's too late that oh fuck it's July 21st, which ends up kinda being a "Well shit, this probably doesn't bring back the best memories or lack there of, but hey! It's your birthday let's have some fun!" Which, after being there and witnessing the celebration of life, turns into more of a "Hey, look at them go, here they are persisting in the wake of a tragedy. They're all here remembering lives lost, and still finding ways to celebrate what was despite it all. That's kinda cool man." And slowly but surely, they all have some fun that night. Maybe, possibly, their view of JuLai grows the tiniest bit less negative too.

Anyways I made a playlist.

(Just for funzies, playlist cover and og picture under the cut, plus little notes on the playlist yippee!!!)

Playlist cover

Original

"People might not like what we do here, but someone would have loved it!" <---- I feel like someone would have said that at some point about the JuLai Parties.

Playlist Notes:

Summer Nights - SIAMES, Barbie Williams: THIS IS THE SONG THAT STARTED IT ALL. Literally I was listening to this song one day and imagined it playing as someone and their friends were going to and while at a party, AND THEN IT SPIRALED INTO WORLDBUILDING I COULDN'T STOP IT.

Nina Cried Power - Hozier, Mavis Staples: This song specifically is what someone's band plays directly after the speech during one of the JuLai Anniversary Events.

#trigun #trigun stampede #DO YOU SEE?? #DO YOU SEE THE BRAINROT THIS HAS GIVEN ME??? #I love making up fake worldbuilding for already existing media #mossycobb has a headcanon again #long post #my art :)

[annabelle--cane]

my friend harriet hasn't been on tumblr in months but I sent them like a dozen goncharov posts and an hour or so later she sent me back like 1.6k words of plot outlining. so for your reading pleasure:

characters:

goncharov (lo straniero / the stranger); mob family boss (40s)

katya; goncharov’s wife

andrey

sofia marelli ("cousin" of andrey)

ice pick joe marelli (sofia's husband)

mario ambrosini (goncharov's right hand man)

goncharov: has been mob boss for a while now, family business has flourished under him but he is alone. he is the stranger because he estranges everyone else, he is closed off and intimidating. he cant trust anyone and lives in constant wariness that he will be betrayed. he wants to retire and finally settle down and be happy with his wife katya and finally have a family (but he has an unrealistic idea of happy since he is so mal-adjusted). goncharov puts on a mask of indifference to hide that he feels too much. he was always the stranger because he could not connect with anyone out of fear of betrayal. when he does finally trust, he is betrayed.

mario: is fiercely loyal to the Family and thus goncharov, respects his boss and wants the best for the mob. he comes from a loyal line of lieutenants or whatever, and it is hinted that he would be unable to betray goncharov for perhaps some deeper reason. he does not want goncharov to retire due to his success as boss, and he is suspicious of andrey

katya and goncharov: met fairly young, whirlwind romance/passion, set up by families to marry. they could have had a love but since their marriage was forced, katya became resentful and goncharov distant, and her resentment only grew with goncharov's distance. 

they are seen as a celebrity high-society power couple and katya is described as the only one who knows "the stranger" but at home, they never speak. he goes to his office and she drinks in the sitting room and watches television.

katya: goncharov places his concept of idealized marriage and domesticity upon her but does not Know her at all. she doesn't do any housework or cooking. she is in charge of throwing lots of functions, soirees, parties as they are a socialite couple. katya may have once held affection for goncharov and still somewhat wishes for what could have been, but she does not love him/hates him, and wants to be free of goncharov. also, unlike goncharov, she does not want children, though it never was an issue since he was never attentive. katya is not directly involved with Business, but is acutely aware of all the going ons. she is great at and willing to use her charisma and "womanness" to get her way

sofia and ice pick joe: joe was once a fairly reputable member of the mob, but his drinking and gambling developed into a problem and he made many mistakes. he was demoted, and is a bad husband. sofia is seen as a harlot and also has a bad reputation. she hates her husband and wants him dead, which is why she becomes involved with andrey and katya (though she seems to have a strong bond with katya - both have bad husbands). sofia is a bit unhinged and desperate. not much pride left.

andrey: "cousin" of sofia, up and coming member of mob who seemed to pop up out of nowhere (maybe moved to italy from the states?). he comes off as charismatic, handsome, smart/shrewd, and slightly goofy (seems not completely perfect), and he is slightly younger than goncharov.

goncharov eventually sees in andrey a confidant and a better version of himself that he lost. however, opposite of goncharov, andrey may come off as expressive but he struggles with not feeling much attachment to anything. andrey is shown through the movie to not get his hands dirty, coming off as weak and not suited for the gritty parts of the job. perhaps he also comes off as a germophobe, always wearing gloves and washing his hands, and not liking to shake hands or touch people. he also seems to hate blood. his aversion starts off as seeming to be evidence of andrey's "weakness," and goodness, and a reason why he is not meant for this business/is better than goncharov. overtime, it starts to seem pathological and sinister, and a representation of andrey's need for control and clinical nature. we eventually find out he does not shy away from violence and is ruthless, but does not like to be directly involved. he makes an exception for goncharov 

plot:

-katya's father dies, which makes goncharov acutely aware of his own mortality and also has him reevaluate his marriage (since her dad was one of the arrangers). goncharov decides he wishes to quit and finally settle down, and mario is not supportive, and wishes that goncharov fix the recent problems. (B plot problem is that there have been disruptions in business and talk of an inside job, which has goncharov even more paranoid)

- katya throws a dinner party, and invites sofia and andrey. goncharov is aware of sofia, and she introduces andrey as her cousin. katya talks up andrey as a new talent, and encourages goncharov to take him on for a personal job. goncharov is reluctant, as he trusts no one, but katya uses her knowledge of goncharov's desires to quit and to better their relationship to suggest that he reconsider. it is also implied that since andrey is new to the business, he could not be the traitor.

- sofia and katya are shown to be in cahoots and quite close. they plan to frame ice pick joe as the traitor so that goncharov will have him removed. katya will suggest that andrey be delegated to take care of the problem.

- mario does not trust andrey, sofia, or even katya (though he respects katya). he persistently tries to persuade goncharov that andrey is bad news and that goncharov needs to set down a heavy hand and take control of business like he used to. goncharov disregards him and listens to katya, having andrey direct men to dispose of ice pick joe.

- andrey continues to gain the trust of goncharov, goncharov makes more attempts to be better with katya, who seems to be receptive. Business seems to be doing better now that ice pick joe is gone. things seems to be going well for goncharov, who thinks he could seriously drop out of the business, have a family, and finally trust again. he even muses giving the business to andrey (which mario rails against). by this point, andrey just seems like he is a pawn in katya and sofia's scheme, and we think that he really does care about goncharov.

- mario is suspicious about ice pick joe and andrey anh starts investigating. He finds out sofia's role and confronts her at her home and is gonna report to goncharov. sofia murders him (bludgeoning and stab with heel?). she calls katya while freaking out, katya tries calming her down. there is a knock on the door and they think they have been caught, and its andrey at the door (which the viewer knows, and thinks that its over for the girls; katya seems defiant and stands protectively in front of sofia). they open the door and andrey is completely unbothered, just ticked by the blood/mess, and its revealed that he is part of their schemes. he gives orders to get the plan back on track.

- mario is missing and rumored to have been a traitor, business seems to be falling apart again, and katya is acting hot and cold after things seemed to be improving. goncharov is at his lowest thus far, as everything seems to be out of control and no one can be trusted. he begins to fall apart (mirror scene- cant recognize himself, overwhelmed with emotion), and goncharov only retains trust for andrey, and andrey starts taking over some duties with goncharov wigging out

- need some sort of catalyst for last part; something that leads to goncharov trying to work again and sofia being caught 

- bridge scene: katya races after goncharov after sofia is caught (and killed?), and gives her betrayal. she had been put together and seemed in control the whole movie, even when sofia broke down during the mario murder, but is now disheveled and crying. goncharov is dumbstruck and says that he wanted to have a life with her, and she calls him an idiot and says that was never possible, he ruined her life. she did not love him and maybe once upon a time she could have, but that ship has long since set sail. they could never have a loving husband and wife relationship partly due to the meshing of The Job/crime bosses and their home life. it could never be real when balancing between the two roles. she tries to shoot him but misses, and collapses. goncharov tells her that he never wants to see her again or else, and leaves.

- last scene: goncharov is in his office at night, alone except for andrey. the scene is intimate, and goncharov is sat his desk completely defeated, head down. andrey is there comforting and saying what happened with katya and sofia and mario. he is the only one that goncharov has now, and he serves them both brandy. something (unsure what, some slip up) tips Goncharov off (maybe to do with andrey's aversion to blood/mess, idk), and goncharov realizes that andrey was also in on it. andrey admits that he grew to be fond of goncharov against his own expectations, which was unexpected, but that this is all business. he takes off his gloves at some point, and it looks like he is cradling/caressing goncharov's head/hair, but you zoom out and he has a gun to goncharov. he shoots him. end.

#author bio: harriet lastname (she/they) is a 21 y/o college student and sociology major. she's an avid batman fan and moulin rouge enjoyer. #goncharov #unreality cw #<- not quite sure if this warrants the tag because this post doesn't act like it's a real movie but better to overtag than undertag imo #marina marvels at life

[seoness]

Hi! I love your writing so much!

This question may be silly, but I was wondering if you think Sandor often feels lonely? Of course his scar alienates him quite a bit, and he doesn’t seem shy to mention that he’s a fierce man that loves killing. He seems very hostile and antisocial, but in the books it also seems like he’s often seeking out Sansa. Even if it’s to antagonize her, it looks like he feels the need to seek someone out and talk to them. He also talks a lot more than the show version, not exclusively to Sansa either.

Varys mentions that he gambles and goes to winesinks too. You’re always going to be in the company of others if you go to places like that, right? At the same time, he doesn’t seem to have any friends. What do you think? Is he lonely and trying to make connections in his own way, or does he not care to? Do you think it could be somewhere in the middle or something else entirely?

My assumption is that maybe he thinks it’s not a possibility for him. At the same time, he can be reasonably social, like at Joffrey’s nameday celebration. I was curious to know what you think!

So to figure this out we need to delve into his entire mindset. Sandor's worldview is simple and not entirely unfounded and he holds it as truth. It's a point of pride for him, that he can see the world around him for what it truly is. It isn't what the mummers sing of. It isn't a place of legends and gallant knights, it is ugly and horrid. Violence is needed, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it gets the job done and most men enjoy it. Some may scrounge their nose at spilling blood, but they still enjoy the bounty it brings. By Joffrey favoring him, he is also afforded the luxury of not adhering to all the norms while still being at court where everyone else tries their utmost to keep to them. So not only does he get to enjoy Lannister gold, but gets to bother some lordlings. He's seldom alone. Tyrion points out that the Hound rarely leaves Joffrey's side. It's why he goes to Varys who says he goes to winesinks, tumbles dice, and visits brothels.

He's not antisocial like his brother but he's no social butterfly either. Feared by most yet his martial skills surely would earn him a great deal of respect. At least from those of lower standing. Before the Starks, Sandor was content at being a thistle amongst roses at court. Meeting them cast his semblance of a life into a downfall.

Sandor is cruel, sure, but never senselessly like Gregor. He knows that. His demeanor, harsh and spiteful, isn't something that attracts people to befriend him and I think that is by design. Many in Westeros have gotten themselves a meeting with the Stranger from loving or caring for the wrong person. He was already betrayed by his brother and father, so he might be inclined to not seek out and try his luck again.

Yet the Starks burrowed themselves into him by triggering him. Not just Sansa. The entire brood. He came from a shit family, served a shit family and suddenly there's this family that lives in a fairytale world of honor and duty. I'd also wager he'd smell their incompetence in King's Landing politics a league away.

Sansa clearly annoys him the most. He mocks her for her beliefs. He offers guidance. He sexualizes her. Nothing really latches on. Because his interactions with Sansa aren't about her, it's about him. His worldview fits a maze. Walk down a certain path and you'll land with a certain outcome. Sansa is walking along a similar path as him, yet what if she doesn't see the world as him after everything that has happened? What if she doesn't adapt the same way he did? Not entirely unlikely, after all, a little bird isn't bound to the path of a maze. The first interactions with her were warning her of the path ahead, then they try to nudge her in some direction he views better. He offers shortcuts in an attempt for her to skip some of the more painful parts he knows are around the bend. All the while, he doesn't see that what he really doesn't want is for her to fly up and find an outlook he never did. That's why, I don't think his interactions with her are about sating his loneliness. It's to embolden it. Justify it.

When Joffrey offers him the Kingsguard position Sandor agrees and points out that he doesn't have a woman to leave behind. I, however, think it's a deeper loneliness that isn't solved by finding someone to warm his bed at night. If he truly was that desperate he could have plucked a willing woman from Flea Bottom. It's a loneliness that has been with him since birth, denied the love of a brother and the protection of a father, denied a future he could have had.

Sandor savors that he can "see the world for what it's truly like" yet is mostly passive in it. A tool for that fucked up world to use and has allowed himself to be only that. Well, mostly. The few times he acts of his own will he helps someone. When he tells Sansa at Blackwater that he'd lost everything, he's not necessarily lying, but in that everything he was nothing.

We can see this better in the books. His brokenness. He was captured when he was found sleeping off a drunk. When building the palisade he's paid in drink. When he stomps into the Crossroads Inn? It's in search of wine. It's much more clear that he's a traumatized man who hardened himself to survive, but by doing so became brittle and had no glue to keep him together apart from drink and simple pleasures.

#sandor clegane

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝐻𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝐴 𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑂𝑛 𝑀𝑒? | Joseph Quinn x Celebrity! Reader

A/N: dear @simpingrat and I share ine braincell and that is... Shy Jo is everything! Thanks for the idea bubs!

• Being an actress/ and scriptwriter was something your little self always wanted to do and now that you were known for your talent, you couldn't be happier.

• The only thing missing was... a lover

• It wasn't like you didn't want it, you did but everybody only cared about sex part and that wasn't what you wanted.

• Wanting a man who wanted to have a happy family, loyal, sweet and funnt wouldn't be that hard right?

• yes, yes it would.

• your mom wasn't doing something to make it easy either. They both would beg you to marry so that they can see their precious daughter be happy. Your answer was always the same

•" Mom, do you want me to marry to someone so that bad things can happen?"

• Always the drama queen 😇

• Your mom was even down for the idea of you and your best friend Maya marrying!

•"Mom... she has a boyfriend..."

• She was seriously fine with it though, after your comedic meeting with her father, you two became even more close and your friendship was often the topic of magazines.

• You were the scriptwriter of his latest work, Moon Knight and actually accepted the offer because of Oscar and didn't realize that Ethan was Maya's father until he one day came and ask how working with his daughter was like...

• Meanwhile you were like 🧍‍♀️Sir, what?

• Did they tell this story everywhere? Absolutely. Did she make fun of you? You didn't have doubts, no?

• And just like that, you became friends with the cast of Stranger Things.

• " Y/N, come on! Aren't you invited to this award show too? You don't have to stay here and edit videos for your channel all day! Besides... Who knows who you might meet with~"

• You didn't like that tone and playful brows and you were one hundred per cent sure she knew something you didn't but you couldn't care less. Turning back to your laptop while she grunted, Maya put her face between you and the screen with a smirk.

•" Girl, you're hot, beautiful, talented, has that wifey material vibe and you're staying at home? Get out and have some fun!"

• "Since when having fun is about drinking, hooking up etc.? I love just sitting down and reading my books, May!"

• In the end, you had to come with her since she threatened you with posting one of your embarrassing photos and not hanging out with you anymore. The media already know about it since Maya posted a story with your grumbling self which a certain somebody was melting

• And boy, was that the best choice you had ever done.

• People were screaming at you, begging for photos and signatures while your eyes were stuck on the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

• The man, later you learnt that his name was Joseph, was no better. He didn't think that his biggest crush ever would come and stand like only 15 steps ahead of him.

• And there it was, his sidden shyness at seeing your form. The dress/suit was hugging your form in the rightest way possible and your graceful stance was screaming dominance in every possible way.

• Yep, there the crush goes!

• Seeing the heart eyes he was giving to you, Maya had the most sly plan ever 😈

•"Y/N! THERE IS SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO TALK TO YOU PERSONALLY! SOMEONE WHO THINKS YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!"

• I don't need to say that everyone snickered at the flustered looks on both of your faces.

• The media was going crazy, fans were absolutely eating the crumbles since that was the first time you showed interest in a man.

• "H-hi... I-I don't know what to say, I'm a big fan and I really love you- I MEAN NOT IN THAT WAY, I MEAN YEAH YOU'RE SUCH A LOVELY PERSON, ANYBODY WOULD BE GLAD TO BE WITH YOU-"

•Yes, Y/N... That was the kind of man you were looking for but you couldn't just pounce on him when you knew nothing about him.

• Giggling at his shyness and adorable red face, you shook his hand and looked at him with your shiny eyes that melted his insides.

•"That's okay, Jo. I understood what you tried to say! Uhm... I know that's sudden but... if you're free... Would you like to come to my movie's premiere? I-I mean you don't have- Joseph?"

• Joseph.exe has stopped working.

• Gaten, Maya and Joe were high-fiving at the back since the plan worked perfectly while Jamie went to stand next to him coolly to tease him even more.

• "I see that you caught the eyes of such a gorgeous woman, Jo!"

•"Jamie, don't make me remind what happened with that gorgeous woman and how she beat you in games..."

• Fast forward to where he first came to the stage to talk about his character, you were trying so hard to not coo at his shy bowing, and shaky voice.

•"See something you liked, Y/N~"

•"Shut up, Maya"

• And the last line was him poking his tounge out and you dramatically grabbed your chest while shaking the closest person to you...

• Which media took picture of 😏

• HE WAS CUTE OKAY!?

• And his personality was so sweet that you couldn't help but swoon

• Definetly 🌠 husband material 🌠

•The man literally was ready to give his shoes to you when he realized you were getting uncomfortable with your heels

• Next day, they were all over the net but you really didn't give a fuck

• They didn't know what happened when he stepped back from the stage though

•"Hey, I learnt that you're single and I'm normally not that straightforward but date me? Tomorrow? At 1 p.m?"

• You didn't know but he actually fainted at the restroom while Gaten was trying to fan him furiously while Joe and Jamie was laughing their asses off.

• What a friendship🤭- reminds me of mine😑

•Later, when you would post him in your story and then some more actual photos, you actually broke the net.

• At least you will have a cute story to tell your children... which you definetly didn't dream of having

• You got many hate comments and he really felt bad and almost cried since people were only seeing you as someone to just stay there, all dolled up and sensitive

• But bOi, were they wrong

• I know yall gals are jealous but he's taken so back off!

• Joseph was having the life he always wanted with his crush, which he thought would never look at his face, with great friends and fans... The most happiest one was probably your mum though

•"Can you marry this fine man now, darling? Oh, how cute babies you two would make with his curl hair and big eyes-"

•"MOM!!"

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #celebrity reader #gala #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #ewan mcgregor #jamie campbell bower #grace van dien

[crimsonwing62]

Stranger Things HC (Based around the Christmas holiday but not really a Christmas HC)

Its the late 2010s? Everyone's grown up, they have their own families, their careers, their own lives.

Steve's a support worker at the local all through years school.

Robin currently teaches a humanities subject at the local university. 

Nancy worked as a journalist eventually building her own paper from the ground up and just celebrated its 10 Yr anniversary. She and Robin have travelled the world and still plan on new adventures.

Eddie's was discovered in '88 he toured throughout the 90s and early '00s. He still makes music but likes to focus more on Music Producing so he can spend more time at home with Steve and the kids (15f, 10f, 6m). Robin and Nancy are their Godparents

The four get together for an adults only dinner at least once a week, alternating who's hosting - everyone secretly prefers Steve's cooking but no-one ever says it. Robin often pops in to the Harrington-Munson household for a cup of tea and a gossip throughout the week anyway.

Dustin works at NASA (or an equally impressive physics institute), in Florida which they all simultaneously give him shit for and are jealous of bc he can go to Disney and Orlando whenever he wants to. 

Lucas and Max have been married for 7 years now. Max still skates, Lucas still plays basketball with his friends on Saturdays. They have a two kids (12f, and 4m). 

Erica is also a world renowned scientist in her field. She often gets brought on to teams as a consultant and has worked with Dustin on a couple projects.

Will has his own Gallery in California which Jane (El) sometimes volunteers at. Mike works across the road at a job he loves but not as much as his Husband, Will.

Jane's taking life easy taking in experiences, learning what she can about the world. Max and Jane often meet up for girlie days.

Jonathan tours new exhibitions, releases photobooks, does photography around the world. He travels with his partner (or roommate depending on which country) Argyle. His most recent photobook has been his biggest success. It featured a collection of his earliest work of the Upside Down Gang. Themes of Queer Platonic Family and Queer Joy could be explored through the photos and the accompanying pieces written by Nancy.

Hopper and Joyce retired together and finally married in the 90s. Hopper gets antsy so he still does some volunteer work here and there.

Karen finally left Ted Fucking Wheeler after his reaction to the revelation of the the '86 earthquake actually was, was less than appropriate (he under reacted, which made her realise how much of an ahole he was) she remarried to a lovely chap called, Dan, a few years later. The Wheeler kids warmed up to him eventually. And Holly Wheeler exists somewhere but doesn't really apply here.

Anyway every year they made a promise to go away for Christmas.

Robin usually researches the place to go, Steve co-ordinates the kids, hopper-byers', and Karen and her Husband's Schedule to find the best dates to book it for, and everyone's order of arrival. Nancy organises the travel for the four and Steddie's kids whilst everyone else organises their own. (Will books Jim and Joyce's flights for them. Joyce is okay with a computer, much better than Jim, but if it goes wrong she can't fix it) Eddie wrangles their kids, packs and gets their family ready to go as Steve is often to focused on the craziness of  school the run up to winter break.

Steve, Eddie, their kids, Robin and Nancy are the first to arrive, two days after their schools finishes. Eddie and Nancy are usually sent into the village to get a Christmas tree whilst Steve and Robin unpack the food, the drinks, snacks, the decorations. The kids, after exploring and claiming beds, get involved in the decorating part, often making paper rings, snowflakes. The eldest acts like she hates it but secretly loves making them better than last year.

When Eddie and Nancy get back, most of the decorations are up except for the Tree. They do that together, Christmas music blasting in the background.

The Jim, Joyce, Will, Mike, Karen, Dan, arrive mid morning the next day having met up  after the airport and drove up together.

Lucas, Max, their two kids and Jane, Jonathan and Argyle arrive at the same time mid afternoon.

Dustin's the last one to arrive late evening that day.

The whole time is full of fun, buzzing energy, exchanging stories from the year and generally enjoy being in each others presences after being away for so long. A family walk outside on Christmas Eve. One day, They play in the snow and end up in a massive snowball fight. Inevitably there's at least one evening, when the kids have gone to bed, and a couple bottles of alcohol have been consumed so the everyone's a little tipsy and honest, the topic of that place comes up. Most of them have dealt with the trauma it caused, gone to therapy (either paying for it themselves or via Eddie, Jonathon, or Nancy covering the cost). Night terrors were few and far between, paranoia about flickering lights or animal screeching noises have turned into a dulled response. The initial flinch will always be there but panic and worry that used to follow doesn't anymore. This particular year, it hits the party that Lucas and Max's eldest is the same age as the younger party members were when Will went missing, and Jane turned up on Mike's door step. And Steve and Eddie's eldest is a year younger than the elder party members were, and their middle daughter the same age as Erica when she was brought into the fold. Lucas, Max, Steve and Eddie make a mental note to keep a closer eye and hug them a little tighter this year.

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Jonathan's photography book is based on one of my favourite head canons by @schrijveer

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This headcanon was inspired by a house i saw in an interior design book and thought it looked like a perfect place for the Party's Christmas get together…

I'm also 60% sure my brain was also consulting the Music video for Last Christmas for ideas of activities...

#stranger things headcanons #steve x eddie #robin x nancy #lucas x max #mike x will #jim x joyce #steddie #ronance #lumax headcanons #byler #jopper #jane hopper #el hopper #winter #winter break #xmas #Queer Platonic Family #the fruity four #jargyle #jonathan x argyle

[lizardotaku]

Does your Galade and Ceruledge have a story or any notes about them? They look so happy and full of life, I want to know what they've been through 🥺

AW TYSM,,

I've got a bit more info about their surroundings here but I'll talk a little more about them specifically in this post :]

Ralts and Charcadet are childhood friends; I imagine they met when Charcadet was exploring out on his own/where he's not supposed to be, and found Ralts in the ruins his family/a group of other ralts/kirlia/gallade/gardevoir watch over (and maybe a few other psychic types for fun...) Ralts was reserved and unassuming; not so much that he was beaten down or under oppressive circumstances, but Charcadet showed him that life can be more exciting, adventurous and fufilling in a whole new way. In short, Ralts saw Charcadet having fun and living life authentically as himself, and it imprinted on him deeply. He wanted to live like that, too.

Charcadet's own family/group would have been more of his kind, alongside fighting types and fire types; they would focus more on training and society building(???) (thinking like. gathering resource, building, protecting others, kind of like pokemon rangers). Charcadet struggled with feeling "too small" to do the same things as everyone else (both size wise and strength, he wasn't as strong as the others yet) and often felt left out, so he would go off on his own on the excuse of trying to prove himself and get stronger. His impression of seeing Ralts for the first time was "someone like me, someone whos small who wants to be stronger," making him feel much less alone.

Ralts and Charcadet would sneak off together to explore and train. They shared the never ending hunger to explore the world and live without anything held back. They would of course get into trouble often, biting off more than they could chew, getting scolded when they come home bruised and dirty, but they were happy doing it with eachother and any friends they made along the way.

Ralts would evolve into Kirlia, which was a big celebration for Charcadet and his ranger group. Kirlia was already acquainted with the rangers, but after spending so much time around them, an idea popped into his mind, and just wouldn't leave; he liked how the Ceruledge looked, their cool swords, their strength, their kindness, and he wanted to be like that.

After confiding in Charcadet, Charcadet wholey agrees (Ceruledge is so cool wow I want to be like that too) and they make a plan; find a dawn stone for Kirlia, so he can become a Gallade, instead of progressing into Gardevoir. There was no shortage of armor to make Charcadet a Ceruledge, but he wanted to wait until they had the dawn stone, so they could evolve together.

...Whic leads to the blurb on the bottom of the other post! There's no evolution stones anwhere, a group of bandits are stealing them at every corner for some mysterious reason. No strangers to adventure and helping out, Charcadet and Kirlia team up to investigate and track down the group of bandits, and get Kirlia a dawn stone.

(And as PMD goes, this has to have world-ending cocequences, which is related to the Sylveon on the other post trying to awaken eternatus, but they do make it of course : ] )

#claus #ask #pokemon oc #pokemon #text

[four-bastard-bustle]

How about headcanons for the Nebula Dweller himself, Tom!!!

First of all i love you for remembering the species name <3

Headcanon A:  realistic

Tom can eat just about anything without getting sick, but he can't handle pasta. Pasta makes him throw up :(

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

He can control the colour of his eyes but sticks to black and goes white when shocked. He tried permanent white eyes briefly during the the early/mid 2000s but didn't vibe with it

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Despite what Tom would like others to believe, spending his life alienated from humans AND from his own people gets to him. The bitterness that's built up over the years shows in his random outbursts at people, usually strangers. He feels angry and scared and uncertain of if he'll ever find somewhere to be and to belong. Getting to live for thousands of years certainly doesn't help. That just means everyone he loves will die. Except for Matt, luckily.

Christians is also a reminder of Tom's loneliness to him, given that it's usually a holiday where groups of people gather to love each other. He had never experienced this, and the way Edd and Matt celebrate it doesn't exactly evoke the spread of love either. The concept of family is just a sorespot for him all around, much like Matt and most of this is me unsubtley pushing some tomatt propaganda

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Demon possession Tom is OUT‼️ Eldritch beast from the depths of space Tom is IN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

#bastard related inquiries

[soranihimawari]

Candle

Pairing: university&timeskip!bokuto x reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Rating: BKF [bokuto kotaro fluff]// strangers->lovers

Warnings: mentions of academic stress// love at second glance(?)//

In an apartment not too far away from the city center, there sits a small package atop a table. It seems like the package had been abandoned earlier by the tenants hours ago, yet the thought is still there, a kindness lingering. On the surrounding walls, there were photographs indicating the milestones in the life of the tennant. Within one such photograph is one of a team from several years prior dressed in an ivory and noir uniform, bright smiles on everyone’s faces. The brightest one was that of the person in the middle, whose attention seemed to have been drawn beyond the lens of the camera. A little further toward the entrance of the abode, there is another frame sitting atop a bookshelf by the house phone. It is a university graduation photo and the graduate is seen holding a celebratory bouquet alongside two young women who share several features, like the family’s infectious grin, and the older couple standing to either side look at their grown children. 

As time moves ever forward, so does the life of the tenant inhabiting the space. There are allusions of a lustrous career in the sport he is so passionate about. A calendar with written schedules outlining the practices and training regiments gearing up for the next away game. Surely, the apartment seems empty, however there have been several signs of friends and old colleagues stopping by– from parties, holiday celebrations, professional signings, and even dates. Like now, this apartment, this home, is where you find yourself leaving behind a bag with a boxed up cake several hours ago on a crisp autumn day. 

Time plays into fate’s hands as one of your parents would say. The door is closed behind you, and you begin your walk to the restaurant not too far away. You’re on your way to a celebratory dinner for an old acquaintance. 

“Well, he no longer is an acquaintance,” you murmur to yourself. A short lived chuckle escapes your lips. 

Several years ago, in your youth, you found yourself walking past the gym of your high school. It was a few weeks before the beginning of the intramural matches for a majority of the sports clubs. You received a text from a classmate who was an avid fan of one such club asking you to join her in the small crowd gathering by the entrance of the gym. When asked what for, all you were told was your classmate wanted to show their support for the upcoming season. 

“So you texted me to come here because the boys volleyball club is having their photo taken?” you playfully nudge your classmate.

“Mmhm,” she nods. 

You cross your arms over your chest, shaking your head, lightly scolding her to use her time more wisely. She replies with simple facts that you had missed, like how the second year setter is getting better at keeping the ball off the ground or how the middle blockers are becoming much stronger in groups of two or three depending on how the play dictates the next point. Unbeknownst to you, it seems that beyond the entrance, one member of the team seemed to have his eyes drawn toward where you were. It doesn’t take very long for other members of the team to notice how one of their star players began to become a bit distracted. Regardless, when their coach makes the decision to cut practice a little short so the photographers can take the necessary pictures. You’re still conversing with your classmate and her subsequent response makes you laugh and from the perspective of where a certain player was sitting, you were the most enchanting person he has yet to meet.

Then, there was that one time you noticed him years later at the cafe close to where your part time job was located. You couldn’t remember his name for the life of you, but you wish your former classmate was with you, however there was no time like the present, as the saying goes. In your mind, you were checking out the athlete, muscles hidden beneath the confines of a well-loved hoodie, paired with what seemed to be (not-so-recently) washed sweatpants, thus ticking off the signs of burnout in your head. You must have forgotten about finals week since your classes still have about two weeks before that internal stressful time. Thankfully, you were given the day off, and when the cashier takes your order, you choose to approach the table where he sat with an air of caution. You see his hands pulling at his hair, the open notes with highlighted words and workbooks with spines crinkled through showing how dedicated he was. He was probably one more practice problem away from reaching the breaking point, so you approach him with a friendly overtone.

“Excuse me,” your voice is a bit firmer than you would have liked, yet it does snap the college student out of his hyperfocus zone. “But I don’t think this goes here.”

“Huh?” he asks, baffled at the page and at the disembodied voice. 

Taking up a pen from the plethora scattered between the workbook and his own notebook, you begin with practice problem number thirty-one. You explain as calmly as you can the process in which you arrive at the answer. You try not to pay too much attention to the way this stranger stares in wonder at you; were you an angel or another celestial being encapsulated with the gift of knowledge? Perhaps, when this lesson is over, the student and you will part ways only to circle back to meet each other.

The ambiance sounds in the cafe fade into the background only to be broken by the call of your name. You wrap up your lesson with a quick, dropping the pen atop the open page, “Good luck on your exams. I’m sure you’ll do great.” 

“Uh, thanks. You too.”

You walk to pick up your order and when you turn around to wave, you’re appreciative of the way the student’s tense shoulders relax when he leans back into his chair. He reminds you of someone your old classmate might have been obsessed with in high school, but more importantly, he reminds you of yourself. Moreover, after he watches you leave the cafe, his eyes scan over the page and he laughs a bit at the text you left behind:

〖#31 (ENG3400|| ANALOGIES):

PALTRY : SIGNIFICANCE ::

A. redundant : discussion

B.  austere : landscape

C. opulent : wealth

D. oblique : familiarity

E. banal : originality

Paltry is defined as small or meager; significance is defined as the quality of being worthy of attention. 

Hence, the correct answer for this analogy problem  is E since banal means to be lacking in originality as to be obvious or boring  and originality is defined as being able to think independently and creatively in English. 

Hope this makes sense. :) See ya around…and between you and me, don't forget to take a break (try the hot Apple cider! It’s really good! ^-^). You don’t know what you might miss. 〗

The months thereafter are filled with hopeful run-ins at the convenience stores for late night snacks; trips to the local arcade to blow off some steam; and finally when the holidays begin to be advertised, you find yourself sitting across your fellow-student-in-arms at a diner half-way across town. He learns these intricate details about you like the one time you were ten and your cousin convinces you to a test of courage (staying in your grandparent’s attic overnight because there was a rumor that you could get a rare candy); he is all-in when he listens to you retell this story. Upon exchanging stories with him, you listen about how he fell into volleyball thanks to his older sisters’ influences. He had the support of everyone around him along with succeeding and being scouted in his third year of middle school before he was recruited to his high school; you heard how his best friend from high school went on to become captain like himself.

“What school did you graduate from again?” you inquire with a tilt of your head to the side. You don’t want to be wrong, but your heart finally catches up to your brain; you remember your former classmate dragging you to several home volleyball games to show support for the team; you help her set up her confession to one of the members of the team later that year before nationals. 

All the while, across from you, the way your companion currently stares at you makes you believe he is going through the same recognition processes. He doesn’t want to be wrong, he knows his best friend and former setter reminds him everyday to not be too naive; his sisters had inquired about his love life prior and during his years, even now when he’s just about to enter the professional league. 

“We went there together,” he says, scratching his cheek before resting his arm back on the table.

“We did, huh,” you confirm. It is followed by a short melodious laugh before you continue. “It’s a shame Akaashi-kun and Nori-chan aren’t here to see this.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

He extends his hand toward you to shake. You gladly accept it formerly introducing yourselves to one another:

“Bokuto, Kotaro. Just an ace.”

“Ln, Yn. Nice to see you again.”

His hold on your hand is kind and warm, which is reflected in the photos he hung up in his first apartment post-college. There is an unspoken understanding between you both as you stand at the precipice of a new endeavor.

“What a funny memory,” you say as you shake your head, rounding the entrance of the restaurant. 

You find yourself biting your lip in a coy manner reminiscing about the dates that came after that initial one; you recall your former classmate, now close friend, asking you to spill the details when you came home. You laugh into the receiver saying how small the world really is and she sheds some light on the day she texted you to meet her at the practice gym all those years ago. You straighten your posture as you see through the window the guys you’ve come to know personally as your partner’s teammates and friends; you hear muted laughter and boisterous variations of ‘happy birthday’ and ‘cheers.’ 

As the door chimes rattle when you open the door, the familiar scent of good food and boisterous greetings fill the air, you smile brightly. You’re handed a bottle of apple cider as your ears pick up the birthday celebrant’s voice. He is retelling the story of how he first saw you outside those old gym doors, while you took a sip of your beverage. Just like before, you’re pulled toward him enigmatically moving yourself close to where he is. He whispers his greeting into your hair like this morning. You feel his arm wrap around your waist and when you lean against him a comforting smile reaches up to his eyes, you figure the candles and cake can wait.

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