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First Date Headcanons Pt. 2
Characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuuta Okkotsu
Warnings: None.
A/N: I felt like I had to include part 2 to be able to include them in future headcanons (and cuz I really enjoy writing these-) THIS IS THE POLL WINNER BTW
ANYWAYS. ENJOY
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First date: Amusement Park
𖤐 You asked him out first
𖤐 Because he’s so oblivious
𖤐 There was a local fair that came up yearly and you thought it would be a fun idea to ask Yuji out on a date
“Yuji!” You ran up to him before pulling him into a hug in front of his classmates “Are you free this weekend?”
“Huh? Yeah I am. Why?” He quickly reciprocated your hug.
“Let’s go to the fair!” You had a small blush on your face.
“Sure!” He happily accepted. He loved spending time with you and really wanted to go to the fair together.
“Great! It’s a date then. I’ll meet you at your house at noon!” You waved goodbye and walked off.
He waved back before turning back to his friends with a huge grin. “They’re such a great friend, aren’t they!”
They just looked at him dumbfounded. How could this boy be so oblivious?
𖤐 It wasn’t until right before you knocked on his door that he realized you asked him out romantically
𖤐 You offered a small smile and Yuji continued to struggle processing the information
𖤐 The two of you walked in silence towards the fair grounds
𖤐 It was the middle of autumn so it was getting quite chilly outside
𖤐 You thought you’d be okay so you left your gloves at home (You weren’t)
𖤐 But as you walked, you felt a warm hand encompass yours
𖤐 He was holding your hand
𖤐 The first thing he did when the two of you arrived was buy you your favourite hot drink
𖤐 You guys wandered around for a while, going on rides, taking pictures, and doing all the fun offered activities
𖤐 Eventually, you found yourself in the game area of the fair
𖤐 You found yourself staring at one of the prizes for a little longer than you would’ve liked to admit
𖤐 Yuji noticed and gave you a smirk
“Hey… let’s play a few games.”
𖤐 The two of you ended up blowing most of your money on those games
𖤐 And Yuji, having quite the immense amounts of physical power, ended up destroying winning most of the games
𖤐 You guys got kicked out after winning too many of the prizes
“Hey you two, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave. We’ve gotten a few complaints already about you guys winning too many of the games.” A security guard placed a hand on both of your shoulders.
“Is that even possible?” You look over to Yuji, who’s already looking back at you, suppressing a laugh.
“Well its never happened before, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be the first.” The guard chuckled. “Why don’t we buy you a hot chocolate or something and let you be on your way.”
“We’ll take you up on that.” You laugh.
𖤐 So, the two of you got your free hot chocolates and walked away with your prizes.
𖤐 And it was quite the haul
𖤐 Yuji won most of the brute force games but you managed to win a few of the luck based ones
𖤐 He walked you home and helped you organize them neatly in your room
𖤐 Since your date was cut short, you asked him to stay over and the two of you watched a movie instead
First date: Museum date
᯽ You had to ask him out first
᯽ The two of you had some very obvious pining going on between you since day one
᯽ He had been meaning to ask you out for a while, but would always fumble with his words
“Hey Megumi, how’s your day going?” You’re seated on the stairs, taking a break from sparing with Maki.
“Good.” He gave you a curt nod. “Speaking of… I have a question.”
“Oh? What’s up?” You flash a small smile.
He was done the moment he saw your smile. To him, it was the brightest thing, he would argue that it could rival the sun itself. Any and all attempts at asking you out just fizzled away.
He stood there in complete silence, staring at you. When he saw your smile morph into a look of confusion, he knew he had to say something. “Uhh… Lovely weather we’re having… right?”
“Yeah! The suns out today but there’s still a cooling breeze out!” You respond. He’d ask you that very question every time he approached you. “I actually have something to ask you as well.”
“You do?”
“Yeah! I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me.”
The question was so straightforward, he honestly thought you were messing with him for a second. Nonetheless, he agreed but absolutely insisted that he’d be the one to pick you up and everything.
᯽ He also told you about his plans to ask you out
᯽ So you found yourself being dragged out to a museum (Not that you complained)
᯽ It was one of those really big, really fancy museums
᯽ Honestly one of those Pinterest worthy ones
᯽ While most of it was just quietly admiring the pieces, you had your moments of immaturity (mostly you)
᯽ Like you’d be looking at one of those nude sculptures and you’d find yourself trying so hard not to laugh when you looked lower
᯽ And Megumi would just walk away like he didn’t know you
᯽ But the overall experience was worth it (To you, and to him)
᯽ After the two of you decide to call it a day, he takes you to a cafe
᯽ One of those cozy, family owned ones with lots of cute decor
᯽ You took a lot of pictures for your social media (Most of which had Megumi as the main focus)
“Megumi! Look over here.” Your camera covered your face. The boy looked over to you, a blank look on his face.
“Don’t you think you’ve taken enough pictures?” He takes a sip of his drink.
“Never.”
᯽ You guys talked for hours, consuming questionable amounts of caffeine in order to stay in each other’s company for longer (He bought most of them)
᯽ Needless to say, neither of you slept that night, but you didn’t care
᯽ He insisted on calling a taxi or an uber for you
᯽ The two of you took the train home together after you kept declining his offer, insisting that you can walk home on your own (Big no no)
᯽ He walked to up to your doorstep and gave you a small kiss on the cheek before letting you go
᯽ Later at night when you were asleep, you feel your phone buzzing on the table beside you
᯽ Megumi sent you all the pictures he took on your date when you were distracted (There were a lot)
First date: Picnic date
✰ He asked you out first
✰ You assumed that his heart was closed off due to his history with Rika, so you never dared to cross the line between friendship and something more
✰ So imagine how awkward you were when he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out
“Say, Yuta. Have you ever thought about dating again?” You were worried about being seen as insensitive, but it was too late to take it back now.
“ Well… not up until recently.” He pondered for a moment. “But I’d like to say that i would give it a try with the right person.”
Hearing him say that peaked your interest. He was thinking of someone already?
“That’s great! I’m proud of you.” You give him a slap on the back. “But we have to approve of them.” You gesture to Maki, Panda and Toge who all stood a little ways away.
“Ah- well i’m sure they already approve.” He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.
“Oh? That’s even better!”
“Mhm… so will you go out with me?”
“…” You stared at him. “Huh?”
✰ He ended up spitting out a whole confession out for everyone within a ten foot radius to hear
✰ None of the second years let him live it down (Ever)
✰ The only thing he told you before he rushed off, was to meet him at your favourite park later at night
✰ When you arrived, his eyes lit up as he greeted you at the entrance
✰ He led you to a hidden area in the park by the lake under the willow tree
✰ He set up a blanket, pillows, and those little fairy lights around the base of the tree for the two of you
✰ You saw all of your favourite things scattered around the blanket
✰ He seriously went through all the trouble to find your favourite snacks
✰ And he even found a cute plush of your favourite animal to give to you
✰ You saw a little basket of food in the corner, he really thought everything through
✰ There were even little crafts for you to do
✰ One if the first things he wanted to do was make little flower crowns for you (He doesn’t know how to)
✰ So you teach him
✰ Or at least tried to
“No… you’re supposed to tie it the other way Yuta… to keep the flower in tact.” You watch the boy decapitate another poor flower.
“There’s no way this should be this hard.” He grumbles, tossing yet another flower stem into the pile.
You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Who knew one of the strongest sorcerers would be so bad at crafts. “It’s fine. Just do whatever feels right.”
And so, Yuta gave up trying to be gentle with them and just tied a bunch of flowers together. The results were about as good as a toddler’s attempt, but you loved it.
✰ It became abundantly clear to you throughout the date that Yuta was not one for arts and crafts
✰ At least he tried his best
✰ You helped him a majority of the time
✰ The two of you spent hours sitting there, watching movies, playing games, doing crafts, etc
✰ When the date ended, he asked you if you’d like to go on a second date in the near future while he drove you home
First date: Aquarium
ꕥ He asked you out first
ꕥ Well, it was more like a note
ꕥ Since he chooses to only talk in rice ball ingredients, he gives you a piece of paper because he wants to be able to get his feelings across properly
“Ready for another mission?” You grin. Toge had been sent on a week long mission and would probably end up staying for longer to tie up any loose ends.
"Salmon." He gives you a nod.
"Well then I guess I'll see you in a week!" You continue walking with him to the school entrance. When you got to the gates, you knew it was your sign to leave. "Stay safe."
You begin to walk away when you feel a hand around your wrist. "Salmon cod roe." He used his other hand to reach into his pocket, grabbing a folded note and handing it to you.
"For me? What is it?" You shoot him a confused look.
He just gives you a blank look before turning around and walking away.
ꕥ And so, you were forced to wait a whole week to give him your answer
ꕥ It's not like he was doing any better, poor boy kept losing focus, his thoughts drifting back to what your answer would be
ꕥ When he finally got back, the first thing he did was look for you
ꕥ You were already patiently waiting for him
ꕥ His eyes lit up when you said yes
ꕥ That following weekend, he officially took you out to the aquarium
ꕥ Since he avoids most conversations due to his cursed speech, he thought that something like the aquarium would be the best option
ꕥ And it went well! You guys got to see all sorts of exotic fish as well as other sea creatures
ꕥ There were quite the handful of activities to do like a petting exhibit, cardboard cutouts for photos, and even a scavenger hunt
ꕥ The two of you turned that little scavenger hunt into a competition (Which was made for literal children might I add)
"Toge! Look!" You dragged him over to a table with colorful maps spread across the surface. 'Scavenger hunt!' written in big bold letters on the sign.
The boy just lets you drag him along over to the table as you look at the lady standing behind the table. She offers a small smile and hands you one of the little maps. "Come back if you end up finding all the fish."
You were supposed to find each fish listed and take a picture of it. But the further down the list you went, the harder it was to find the creature.
"Just one more." You pointed to the little striped fish shown in the picture. "Probably won't find it since it rarely comes out of its hiding place."
"Tuna tuna." He lightly pats your shoulder, pointing to an ugly looking fish swimming along the aquarium floor.
You turn your attention to where he's pointing and low and behold, there it is. The ugly little fish was aimlessly swimming around.
ꕥ When you returned to the desk, the lady looked at the two of you, shocked
ꕥ Apparently there's been barely any winners since they started the whole scavenger hunt activity
ꕥ So you guys got your picture taken and hung up on the wall of fame
ꕥ And you got a little fish plush
ꕥ You insisted for Toge to take it since he's the one who spotted the fish in the first place
ꕥ The two of you got something to eat at a local ramen joint afterwards
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pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader [5.6k]
summary: An unexpected gift exchange between you and Eddie leads to an eventful Valentine's Day. 18+ MDNI
cw: smut, fluff, no use of y/n, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, first i love yous (':, sub!eddie if you squint, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (as always, don't do this), lovesick idiots and emotional sex.
author's note: getting this up literally ten minutes before valentine's day ends! woohoo! got carried away (as i often do), hope u like it. <3
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February 10th, 1986
It was a somewhat chilly day in Hawkins, the wind whipping around dead leaves that hadn’t yet been raked, the trees prickly and barren. Forest Hills looked its best like this, you thought; you were never one for hot summer days, or freezing winter nights.
Inside your trailer, Nancy was pouring a cup of coffee, wearing a matching set of pajamas that was oh-so her. That alone made her look more put together than you or Robin, clad in baggy, mismatched sweats.
“What time do you work, Robs?” You asked mid-yawn, blankets pooling around where you sat on the couch.
She frowned beside you, squeezed her eyes shut, and threw her head back dramatically. “Don’t remind me.”
“Can’t Steve cover for you?” Nancy rounded the corner with two steaming cups, handing them off to the two of you. “He kinda owes you. You covered for him for that date last week.”
“That is a great observation.” Robin pointed a finger at the girl, as if she’d forgotten. “I’ll call him.”
Knock, knock, knock. All three of your heads flew to the door, then back at each other, brows furrowed.
“Expecting someone?” Nancy asked, and you shook your head in response.
Curious, you threw the blankets off of you, cradling your cup of coffee as you approached the door. Maybe the kids skipped school, had some adventure planned? Maybe Eddie was bored?
You unlocked it, then swung it open—no one was there.
You looked down, confused, and were met with a sea of red; a bouquet of roses, neatly organized inside a vase, sat on your porch. On top, a small note with your name written on it.
Your jaw dropped slightly in shock. You’d almost forgotten that Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, and certainly didn’t anticipate getting any gifts. You’d been single for almost a year, and not exactly searching.
No reason, really. It just never felt right.
You picked up the bouquet, wide eyes scanning the park for any sign of who dropped it off, but you didn’t see a thing.
When you turned around, Robin almost spat out her coffee. Nancy had a huge grin on her face.
“Do you have a secret admirer?” She teased, but it was full of love.
“Not that I know of,” You sat the vase down on the table between the three of you. It really was beautiful. “But this definitely has my name on it.”
“Five bucks says I know who that’s from.” Robin raised her eyebrows, staring sheepishly over her mug.
“I don’t think I’ll take that bet,” Nancy was still grinning her face off. “I think I know, too.”
You were even more confused now. You looked between them, expectant.
“ItsobviouslyEddie,” Robin spat out, then threw a hand against her mouth. Nancy rolled her eyes.
“You could’ve given her, like, more than half a second to figure it ou—”
“What?” You interrupted, incredulous. “Why would… Eddie’s my best friend, you guys. It’s not—it’s not like that.”
It wasn’t like that; you just spent a lot of time together. Sometimes you watched movies, and fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms. Sometimes you’d go to his shows, watch him play guitar, and bite your lip so hard it bled. Sometimes you had… questionable dreams about him.
Okay, maybe it was like that. But not for him.
The two girls were looking at you like you just failed a polygraph test.
“Stop looking at me like that.” You grumbled, setting your coffee down on the table. “He doesn’t feel that way about me, okay? That’s not even his handwriting. It’s way too nice.”
Robin rose from the couch. “Whatever you say, chica,” She headed for the phone, eyeing you as she went. “I’m gonna call Steve.”
You looked to Nancy, who simply shrugged with a knowing smile, then back to the flowers. It wasn’t Eddie. It couldn’t be.
But what if it was?
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February 11th, 1986
“I think I blew it.”
Eddie’s elbows rested on Steve’s kitchen counter, face buried in his hands. The house was empty, per usual, which Eddie always thought was insane—he wondered what it was like to have money for a place like this, let alone have it and never be in it.
“Oh please,” Steve had a mouth full of cereal, sitting a few feet away at the dining table. “What the hell are you talking about? You got her flowers. Girls love flowers.”
“She’s not just a girl.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, man. She’s a goddess, she hung the moon, she changed your life.” He gestured with his hand, rattling off the painstakingly cheesy things Eddie had said before. “Whatever, she loves flowers. Stop stressing.”
To anyone else, Steve might’ve looked like an asshole for dealing with Eddie’s anguish so casually. In reality, he quite appreciated it. Someone had to keep him grounded.
“Do you think she knows it’s me?” Eddie’s face finally left his hands, looking at his friend with a concerned expression.
“Doesn’t matter if she knows it’s you.” Steve pointed his spoon at him. “She hopes it’s you.”
“And how do we know that?”
“You know nothing, clearly.” Steve got up, carrying his empty bowl to the sink. Eddie rolled his eyes theatrically. “I, however, see how she looks at you when you’re together.”
Eddie’s heart did a little flip inside his chest. He wanted to believe that, he really did—but he doubted the words. “How… how does she look at me, then?”
Steve shrugged. “Sometimes like she wants to kiss you,” He spun on his heel, landing right across from where Eddie sat. “Sometimes like she wants to eat you.”
He swallowed harshly.
In the year that Eddie had known you, he’d been gone on you. Like, the whole time. It only got worse as you became better friends.
You’d help him study, insistent that he finally graduated, but his mind went fuzzy at your bare thighs, your floral perfume, the heat of your skin hovering just beside his. When he knew you were coming to his shows, he’d get indescribably nervous, petrified of embarrassing himself, despite knowing you probably couldn’t care less.
He thanked God he’d never seen or heard about you with another guy; at the same time, it was a little unbelievable. Hence, Steve had finally convinced him to do something—anything—remotely indicative of his feelings.
Flowers. A good way to test the waters, Eddie thought, without giving himself away.
After another thirty minutes of crisis-control, Steve drove him home. The boy gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, Ed, seriously.”
He appreciated it, though it did nothing to quell his anxiety. With a nod and a weak smile, he opened the passenger-side door, making toward his trailer.
He glanced at your place as he passed it. Just two days ago, it would’ve been so easy to knock on your door, ask to hang out. It suddenly felt impossible—perhaps because he was no longer shoving his feelings for you to the wayside. He’d made a move. Maybe he’d ruined everything between the two of you.
Mind racing, he treaded up his steps, nearly crushing what laid in front of his door.
A box of chocolates.
His whole body froze, staring at them wide-eyed. Slowly, he bent down, noticing a note stuck between the ribbon. Eds.
Not Eddie, not Ed… Eds.
The nickname he’d heard fall from your sweet lips a thousand times, and hoped he’d hear a thousand more. His heart thumped wildly.
He snatched the box, free hand digging through his pocket for his key, desperate to get inside before he passed away on the spot. He rushed to the couch, studying the note with gentle hands.
All it said was his name. But right now, it felt worthy of a golden frame, a tourist attraction—as if it were the eighth wonder of the world.
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February 12th, 1986
Despite the fact that you still questioned whether or not the roses were from Eddie, today was the fourth day in a row you hadn’t heard from him. No calls, no drop in visits—it was highly unusual.
It was also a very good sign that it was, in fact, him.
You hadn’t been able to focus on anything, especially since you dropped the chocolates off at his door. If he wasn’t your so-called ‘secret admirer’, you would have to explain all of this somehow. Well, I thought it was you, because I kinda hoped it was you, and…
The thought made you shudder.
“Are you okay?” Max asked, shoving a pair of sunglasses on her head.
You snapped out of your trance, looking between her and El. “I—yeah, I’m good. Are you guys ready to go?”
The two girls had showed up on your doorstep this afternoon, all giggles and playful shoves, begging to be taken to Starcourt. They took advantage of the soft spot you had for them often.
Soon enough, your run-down car was pulling into the mall parking lot.
“Alright, two hours tops, okay? I’m on night shift tonight, I need enough time to go home and change clothes.” You put on your best parental voice, the three of you making your way toward the entrance.
The girls nodded happily, just excited to have hitched a ride at all. “You sound like Steve.” El quipped, earning a laugh from the redhead.
It would be nice to do some window-shopping, you thought, to take your mind off of things, if that was at all possible. You just wanted an answer—you wanted to be certain it was him, stop the spiral into thinking you might lose your best friend over some candy.
Something came over you just inside the mall, right as El and Max were about to split off.
“Max,” You blurted, and she looked at you questioningly. “Weird… Um, weird question. Have you seen Eddie lately? Like, in our neighborhood?”
“No, don’t think so.” She shook her head, then narrowed her eyes at you. “Why?”
“No reason.”
You really were a terrible liar. “Is he ignoring you?”
“No! I mean… yes, but—no, I don’t think so?” You bit your lip. Jesus Christ, way to keep it cool.
A maniacal grin spread across Max’s face, gesturing for El, who was preoccupied by a display, to come over. “We’re hitting Orange Julius first, and you—” She jabbed a finger into your chest. “—are telling us everything.”
For fuck’s sake.
Within ten minutes, the three of you were sitting at a table, sucking down your frozen drinks. You quietly hoped the brain freeze would give you a stroke.
“Spill.” Max commanded, both girls clearly excited for some gossip.
Before saying a word, you sat down your cup, extending both pinkies. “First of all, this stays between us, alright?”
They each hooked a pinky with their own, and you nodded, satisfied. So much for keeping your mind off of it.
“Two days ago, someone left flowers on my doorstep. And I… I hope it was Eddie, because I might’ve left chocolates on his doorstep yesterday.”
Both girls squealed, clutching each other in excitement. “But, like, I don’t know if it was him, guys.” You were quick to subdue it, putting a hand out in front of you.
“It totally was!” El chirped, and Max nodded, joining in. “You guys are, like, idiots in love.”
“We are not!” The blush on your cheeks told a much different story. “Okay, whatever. Four people have now told me it’s definitely him, so guess I have my answer.”
“You already knew the answer.” Max rolled her eyes, rising from her seat with El. “Now, go get him something nice, and we’ll meet you back here in an hour and a half.”
The two girls skipped away. You took a dramatic slurp of your Orange Julius.
Fine, you decided, less stressing, more shopping. You couldn’t take back the chocolates, so there was no point in worrying about it—que sera, sera, or however that goes.
You roamed the mall for about forty-five minutes, making pit stops at your favorite places; you bumped into the girls at Afterthoughts, where they were taking a decision on friendship bracelets very seriously. You stopped into Spencer’s, a favorite of yours for band tees and silly knick knacks—you almost got something for Eddie there, but lava lamps and mugs didn’t seem meaningful enough.
Deciding you’d figure it out later, you began making your way back to the meeting point. A display, from out of the corner of your eye, stopped you in your tracks.
You stared at it, eyes slightly glazed over. It felt insane that you were even considering it.
It felt even more insane when your feet developed a mind of your own, carrying you into the store, and back out with a small bag—which you promptly shoved in your purse.
“Do my eyes deceive me? You guys are here early?” You teased, approaching Max and El at the table from earlier. They were each carrying a few bags.
“We work fast,” El smiled, scanning you. “Did you get something for Eddie?”
“No, but I will, don’t worry.” You lied, knowing if you didn’t, they’d pester you until you showed them. “Ready to head out?”
The three of you made your way back to the car. After dropping El off at Hop’s, you headed back to Forest Hills with Max. She rested her feet on the dash.
The ride was quiet—probably due to the fact that your mind was anything but. The gift you’d picked up for Eddie was… ballsy, to say the least. You blamed your friends for these bouts of fleeting confidence, which ultimately ended in wanting to bang your head against a wall.
You parked at your place. Max hopped out, bags in tow, and made off toward her trailer.
“Thanks again,” She shouted, then gave a little nod towards your front door. “Looks like you got another delivery.”
Your head whipped toward the doorstep, approaching it with an embarrassing amount of haste. There was another delivery.
A copy of Flashdance. Your knees wavered.
Now you were certain it was Eddie; the first time you’d watched it together, you made him swear he wouldn’t tell anyone how much you loved it. Cheesy, romantic, dance films didn’t exactly fit your tough-girl image.
As giddy and lightheaded as you felt right now, maybe they were starting to.
Of course, there was a note attached. You grabbed it, eyes widening when it didn’t just say your name.
Will I be seeing you on the 14th?
No name, no signature. What a little shithead, you thought, cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You pressed both the tape and note into your chest, exhaling a shaky breath.
It was real now. Whatever part of you that still doubted Eddie’s feelings had vanished—and it left behind a mess of excitement, nerves, and anticipation.
You glanced down at your purse, having almost forgotten about what you bought. Your stomach flipped in anxiety.
One more gift.
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February 13th, 1986
Eddie missed you. Like, missed the hell out of you—which was embarrassing, considering it had been less than a week since you last hung out.
Despite being adamant he couldn’t give out anymore free rentals, Steve had scored him the copy of Flashdance. He was really just proud that Eddie hadn’t completely chickened out yet. Quite frankly, so was Eddie.
Though, that note he’d left at your door got him pretty close to it.
What if you said no? Even worse, what if you said yes, somehow under the impression that this was some lighthearted, best friend thing? Eddie didn’t think you were that oblivious, but the worst case scenario was kind of his forté.
Dustin thumped him on the back of the head. “Stop thinking about it.”
“But I’m—”
“No, nope, zip.” The smaller boy closed his fingers in front of Eddie’s face. “You can think about it tomorrow, when she professes her undying love for you.”
Eddie glared at him. The audacity was outrageous. “What do you suggest I do, then?”
Dustin glanced around the trailer. He didn’t think he’d get this far.
“Um,” He scratched the back of his neck. “We can talk about Hellfire?”
Eddie groaned, leaning back into the couch. “Henderson, I love you, I really do—but for the first time in my life, I have more pressing things to think about than Dungeons and Dragons.”
Dustin didn’t take it personally. In fact, he understood. He’d been sent here by Steve to keep Eddie’s mind off of it, which was proving useless, so he caved.
“Alright, fine.” He sighed, taking a seat beside the long-haired boy. A loaded silence ensued.
Eventually, he looked at Eddie in earnest, the corners of his lips turning up. “You think she’s the one?”
Eddie studied him for a moment. He noted the sincerity in his expression. “Yeah.” He breathed, nodding softly. “I mean, shit, yeah, I really do.”
“I think she is too, man.” Dustin grinned, in the comforting way that was uniquely his. “I mean, your one, not my one.”
Eddie chuckled at that. He might’ve been the luckiest guy in Hawkins to have such great friends—even if some of them were fifteen years old. If he had you, too, he’d be some sort of walking miracle.
“Let’s just hope—”
Knock, knock, knock. Eddie’s sentence stopped in its tracks. The two of them locked wide eyes, and Dustin broke out beaming like a schoolboy.
“Holy shit,” He giggled, watching as Eddie approached the front door slowly. “She has, like, superhuman instincts or something.”
“Shush.”
Eddie’s hand gripped the handle, overcome by a wave of anticipation. Just beyond the worn wood, he’d find the answer to his question—a question which meant so much more than its face value.
Will I be seeing you on the 14th? Am I crazy for thinking I might? Do you want me how I’ve always wanted you?
He pulled the door open, eyes already trained to the ground. There laid a small piece of paper, liable to be blown away at any moment—he picked it up, hand shaking, heartbeat in his ears.
My place, tomorrow, 8pm. Last gift is here.
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February 14th, 1986
It was 7:45pm. You sat on your couch, leg bouncing, the faint sound of crickets penetrating your walls.
It was silly, really, to be so nervous—it was Eddie. You knew Eddie like the back of your hand.
His favorite songs, the way he’d fidget with his rings when he was nervous, the little noises he made in his sleep. You could almost smell his signature cologne, musky and warm, like a campfire at midnight.
There were things you didn’t know.
You didn’t know the way his lips felt against yours. You’d long wondered whether he was a gentle or fiery lover; as much as you knew him, you still couldn’t tell.
Eddie, who’d once tended to a wound on your knee with delicate hands, wincing in sympathy whenever you did. Eddie, who was a passionate performer, owning every square inch of the stage with confidence.
A knock at the door took the wind out of you.
You stood up abruptly, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles in your sweater, your skirt. You cursed yourself for not putting on some music, now acutely aware of the silence.
It was too late now. Fuck.
It was so much easier when it was flowers, movies, or flirty little notes on the other side of the door. You wondered if Eddie felt the same—terrified to knock and stay put, not scurry off and hide.
You clutched the doorknob, opening it slowly. Your eyes found each others’ in an instant.
He had on his leather jacket, typically reserved for shows, and a Judas Priest t-shirt. Like always, his knees showed through the holes in his jeans—a chain clipped to the belt loops.
He was perfect. And even so, he looked nervous.
“Hey.” You said softly, like a deer in headlights.
He twisted one of his rings, eyes glued to yours. “Hi.”
It was so strange, you thought, how effortless it was before; a few innocent gifts had so drastically changed the air around you both. Some scrawled out notes brought a sea of unspoken feelings to the surface.
Instinctively, your arms reached out, pulling him into your home with a lingering hug. Despite being the root of your current anxiety, you craved his comfort.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” He breathed, like feeling you in his arms was a relief. Your face was buried in his shirt, taking in the scent. Like a campfire at midnight.
After a long moment, you leaned back to look at him, his hand cradling the back of your head. You could feel his breath ghosting against your lips, chests rising and falling together.
“Can I kiss you?” Eddie whispered, heartbeat drumming against you.
Your limbs were numb. “Please.”
So, he did.
Every insecurity you had became ridiculously insignificant. The lack of music, the wrinkles in your clothes, the smudge in your eyeliner—they were like specks of dust on the Mona Lisa, because Eddie was fucking kissing you, and it felt like clicking the last piece into a ten-thousand piece puzzle.
He held you as if you were made of glass, gentle enough to bring tears to your eyes.
You finally parted, breathless, foreheads resting together. “Eds,” You murmured, hands beginning to wander, skimming over his shoulders, his chest. “I… I want to…”
“Me too.” He replied with a shaky breath, not needing you to finish the thought. “Promise me you’re sure. I’ll… shit, I’ll never forgive myself if I fuck this up.”
You won’t. You can’t. You never could.
“I’m sure.” You croaked, hands finally finding themselves in his curls. “I’ve been sure, Eds, for a year, since the moment I met y—”
He pressed his lips to yours, a different sort of passion within it. It was feverish, needy, tongues and teeth bumping into each other messily; his hands traveled down to your thighs, lifting you, and you wrapped your legs around him.
You hardly felt yourself move before you were being laid down on the soft surface of your bed. Your fingers stripped him of his jacket, tossing it off to the side, then moved to the hem of his shirt, embarrassingly eager to feel his skin against yours.
Eddie held himself up with a forearm beside your head, his other hand clutching at the sweater over your waist, finally finding the courage to lift it off of you. Underneath it, intricate black lace—a sheer one-piece that left nothing to the imagination.
He stopped kissing you. Not on purpose, but out of pure astonishment, eyes trailing your torso.
“Is this…”
“Your last gift?” Your chest was heaving now, Eddie’s eyes warming your skin, but you managed a shy smile. “Yeah, it is.”
He sat up, bringing both large hands to delicately span your ribcage. Jesus Christ, the way he was looking at you was the best kind of absurd—like you were expensive, unattainable.
You felt the cold metal of his rings through the thin fabric, and it made you keen inadvertently. His eyes immediately flicked up to your face.
“You’re gonna kill me.” He shook his head lightly, utterly awestruck. “Like, really, I might not make it out of here alive.”
You giggled, and the smile rubbed off on him. “I might not either,” You reached out, hands slipping beneath his shirt, traversing the bare skin underneath. He shivered at the feeling. “So, let’s die happy.”
That must’ve ignited something in him, because he squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of it, wasting no time in pulling his shirt over his head. You hardly had time to appreciate the sight before he was on you again.
He nipped at your jaw, your hands making quick work of the button on his jeans; at the same time, his fingers tucked themselves in the edge of your skirt, gliding it off of you.
You tangled your fingers in his curls, as if it was the only thing keeping you from floating away. Only a few thin layers were left separating you.
“So perfect,” Eddie’s hands came to your shoulders, oh-so softly hooking the straps of the lingerie, sliding them down your arms. His breath warmed your neck. “This is beautiful, but you…”
Your mouth opened and closed again, too overwhelmed by the praise to speak. You felt him drag the fabric down, an agonizing pace, until you were entirely exposed.
“You are everything to me.” He whispered, and there was a vulnerability behind it that made your heart swell.
Your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, and he gently clutched your wrist, stopping you. You made a small noise of protest.
“Wait,” He murmured, pressing his lips to your neck, then your collarbone. His ringed fingers came up to cup one of your breasts, and your breath hitched when he kissed there, too.
He continued downward, lips trailing your navel, pausing just above where you wanted him most. His dark eyes met yours, and Christ, he looked like an angel.
“Wanna take care of you.” He gripped your hips—not forcefully, but hard enough. “Can I?”
“Please.” You didn’t even know how he meant it. You didn’t care.
His hands found their way to the backs of your thighs, giving them a gentle push, putting your center on full display for him.
It had been so long since anyone had seen you like this, and now it was Eddie; as many times as you’d imagined this scenario, you never considered it could be a reality. You felt suddenly insecure.
His face couldn’t have told a more different story.
It was as if you’d bestowed God’s greatest gift upon him with your permission—you almost couldn’t be insecure. He was doe-eyed, slack jawed, a few stray curls hanging down in his face. Clearly the least of his concerns.
As you reached to brush them away, he leaned forward, softly swiping his tongue between your folds. It caught you off guard, back arching slightly. “Shit, Eds, yes.”
Your response was all he needed to continue, attaching his mouth to you again. You half expected it to be sloppy, fast, and eager; instead, he was methodical. His tongue circled your bud slowly, dipping down to your entrance every so often, wanting to taste everything you had to offer.
He was savoring every moment. And, fuck, you thought your soul might leave your body.
“G-God, shit,” You whined, no longer in control of what left your mouth. His hair was threaded in your knuckles, which you hadn’t even noticed until a particular swirl over your clit made you tug roughly on the strands—Eddie groaned against you, movements nearly faltering.
The vibrations were almost too much, let alone the fact that he liked his hair being pulled. You felt a finger tease your entrance, eliciting a gasp among your many moans, and it didn’t take long for him to sink it into you.
“Eddie,” It came out like a weak warning. The coldness of the ring on his knuckle met your most sensitive area, and you were gone. “Oh, fuck, Eddie, m’gonna—”
He curled it inside you and whimpered, sending your body alight.
You came as if you never had before. The combination of his mouth, his finger, the sounds he was making, his goddamn ring—it was euphoric, unlike anything you’d ever experienced, rendering you a babbling mess.
He slowed down as you did, reading your body as if it were his favorite book. You thought he must’ve somehow read it a dozen times already.
Appearing at your level again, Eddie caught his breath alongside you, his voice as soft as silk. “Was that… good?”
And for fuck’s sake, he was asking in earnest, like he really didn’t know whether he’d done well.
You huffed out an incredulous laugh, and it brought a smile to his face. Your hands came up to cradle his cheeks. “The best I’ve ever had, Eds.”
That did something to him—his eyelids fluttered shut, brow furrowing. It turned him on to hear he’d satisfied you. Which, in turn, made the ache between your legs apparent again.
When you began to tug on the waistband of his boxers for a second time, he made no effort to stop you.
“Need you inside me,” It was more of a beg than a demand, barely audible, against his lips.
Finally, every piece of clothing had been discarded. Feeling him rest against your core, heavy and throbbing, made you tremble. He was already on the brink of losing his composure.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He brushed the hair from your eyes, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Always. Gonna go slow, okay?”
Your heart turned inside your chest. Eddie knew it had been a while since you’d done this. You knew it has been awhile since he’d done this, too—and yet he pushed the nervousness aside, determined to be a rock for your comfort.
You nodded, nosing against his cheek, feeling safer than you ever had before.
He lined himself up with you, pushing forward gently, tip breaching your wetness. It made your jaw fall open; the stretch was good, not painful, but you still needed the time to adjust.
He reacted similarly, his mouth open slightly, the muscles in his abdomen tensing. At the same time, his eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort.
When he was fully seated within you, you were already panting into each other's mouths. It felt like you were complete, not only physically, but emotionally—and you knew he felt it, too, though it remained unspoken.
“Okay?” He whispered, dark orbs boring into your own.
Your body was covered in goosebumps. “Yes.”
He started to move, languidly pulling his hips back, pressing them into your own. You were desperate for each other, to feel each other; your passion didn’t choose to manifest in a rough, frenzied manner. Both of you needed to relish in every movement, every touch, every sound.
It was overwhelmingly intimate.
His left hand found your own, lacing your fingers together, pressing it into the mattress beside your head. The other cupped your face, thumb resting on your bottom lip.
You breathed out each other’s names, eyes locked. He was reaching the depths of you, brushing your sweet spot with every slow thrust, and it made a knot begin to form in your stomach.
Your free hand found his hair, gripping it again, and he shuddered out a beautiful noise. “Baby,” He keened, and his hand left your face to hold your hip, pulling out farther, rolling in deeper.
“Me too.” You croaked. It was like you shared one mind, one body, no longer needing to say what it was you felt. You just knew.
The air thickened around you, breaths becoming shorter, grips becoming tighter. A sheen of sweat covered both of your skin, fast approaching your climaxes.
“Eddie, I—” You were swept away, mind trying to force the words out, pleasure making it difficult. “I… I—”
“Tell me, baby.” He rasped, full of longing, like he hoped he already knew.
“—I love you,” It came out like a soft sob, every muscle in your body contracting.
He lost himself at that. A symphony of noises filled the small room, and you clung to him with everything you had, mind buzzing, body writhing instinctually. It was a feeling that deserved to be bottled, placed in a museum—complete and utter fulfillment, in every possible way.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you laid there, heartbeats drumming against each other, trying to come back to earth. It could’ve been a minute, an hour.
Eventually, and probably for the best, your minds wandered back to you. Eddie gently backed away, just enough to pull out of you, and quickly enveloped you in his arms again.
His chin rested on your shoulder, chest pressed to your back, both of you blissed out and fuzzy.
“By the way,” He spoke softly, arms tightening around your waist. “I love you, too. I should’ve said it earlier, but I was a little busy losing my absolute shit.”
You broke out into a laugh, the contradiction between his words and the current situation tickling you. He grinned widely into the skin of your neck.
“Who wrote that note?” You turned towards him, mind running over the events of the last few days. “The first one, with my name. I didn’t believe Rob and Nance when they said it was you—the handwriting was too nice.”
His hand came up, stroking your hair lovingly. “Steve has girly handwriting. Usually I make fun of him for it, but it got me here, so maybe I’ll stop.”
You giggled at that, and jeez, you were sure the two of you looked like idiots in love right now—faces inches apart, delicate touches wherever you could reach, absolutely beaming.
“For the record, I didn’t believe them either.” Eddie’s eyes explored your face. “Harrington, Henderson. I thought they were batshit, saying you were in love with me.”
You inched even closer to him. “Maybe we should start listening to our friends.”
“Let’s not be rash.” He joked, and you playfully pushed his chest. “But, yeah. They were right this time.”
There were a few moments of silence, the two of you taking each other in, biting back smiles.
“I love you.” You said quickly, giddily.
Eddie’s finger brushed your nose. “I love more.”
“See, that would be the case,” You began, faux seriousness painting your expression. “If I didn’t love you most.”
He wagged a finger in your face, leaning in to pepper you with kisses, and continue waging a war that would never end.
At the end of the day, three things were certain.
Firstly, you loved Eddie.
Secondly, Eddie loved you.
Thirdly, your friends were definitely going to regret encouraging you to tell each other those two things.
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retrocognition - xavier thorpe
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I love your writing so much! If you have the time could you please do a xavier x reader where him and the reader don’t really get along at all, kinda enemies! And the reader is a witch and she is having difficulty doing a spell but then Xavier comes in and bothers her and somehow she accidentally casts a spell that makes them go into the future. in the future her and xavier are like married with kids and they both are kinda freaking out over seeing their future selves and when they get back to the past Xavier is trying to deny what they just saw but they eventually end up together?
A/N: this idea is so super cute <33 i hope you like it :) they dont quite end up together just yet, especially because they were enemies before and this is only one small fic, but i do hope you enjoy reading! <3
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warnings: she/her reader, incorrect information about witchcraft, xavier annoys reader
Xavier Thorpe and you do not get along. Then why is it that he is in your future?
"Here you are!"
You thank Thornhill before stepping into the empty classroom. The bag on your shoulders is heavy as it is filled with countless jars of ingredients, incense, candles and different types of water. To top it all off, it had a thick book filled with all the spells and sigils you know.
There was a history test coming up, and you thought of the perfect way to learn from it; seeing the past.
Sure, it might be a bit extreme, but if you have the power to do it, you might as well use that to your advantage. From what you know, you have everything to perform the spell.
No one else was going to enter the classroom any time soon, so you could use all the tables to put your stuff down. Jar after jar, candle after candle came out of your bag before it neatly got placed in its own spot. For a spell this hard, you needed all the space and organization you could get.
You had performed this spell once before, but it had been a while. The last time, you only went backward a week. You only wanted to know at what time you were going to meet your friend later that day.
Now you were going to try to go back to the 1600s to learn about Joseph Crackstone. Sure, the entire city knew of the history, but none of them have truly lived it. Pilgrim World is just a poor excuse for trying to remake it while selling fudge. You are not a Crackstone fan considering he would have killed you back in those days, but he wouldn't be able to see you in the past anyway.
With the spells that you performed, you turned invisible when being in a place where you shouldn't be. It is like watching a movie. You see them, yet they don't see you. You open your journal, flipping through the pages before seeing the one you need. It had a sigil on it already, one connected to the Retrocognition spell.
Just as you light your first candle, the door swings open. You look up, slightly annoyed. Did Thornhill rent the room out to another student?
"You're here?"
Out of all students, it had to be Xavier.
For some reason, the two of you never got along. Not because you didn't want to befriend him - no. He just decided to be a complete ass to you since the beginning. The two of you were in the same friend group, yet he never spoke a positive word to you. It would always be something snarky or negative.
"Yeah?" You raise an eyebrow. "Thornhill told me that I could use it. It was going to be empty the entire day anyway."
"I was allowed to use it for my Botany homework."
"Xavier," you groan. "Just use the other half of the classroom. Just... Stay out of my way. I have a History test that I need to learn for."
He circles your table as you only keep setting things up. You can't have him messing up your spell. More candles get lit as you crush up some flowers and herbs.
"Is this your homework?" He lets out a laugh. "I wish my homework consisted of scribbles and some seasoning."
You roll your eyes as you place each ingredient in its designated spot. If he messes up your spell, you will kill him.
"It's not just some scribbles. They're called sigils, dumbass," a sigh leaves your lips. "And they are for history class. There is a test coming up."
Another laugh leaves Xavier as he flips through your journal.
"How are some pen marks and rose leaves going to teach you History?"
"Xavier, we both know you're too dumb to understand this. Just go to the other side of the classroom and don't bother me."
The last thing you needed was the journal. You had to place it in the circle of candles, drawing the sigil while saying the incantation. But, considering the tall boy had your book, you couldn't get the spell started. He is flipping through the pages with a big grin on his face.
"Oh, look at me!"
He takes hold of some rose petals, sprinkling them around on the table and the floor.
"I am Y/N," he lets out a laugh before grabbing more ingredients, spilling them on the table.
"Xavier, stop it! You're messing with my spells!"
"That's not true," he takes hold of your hand before pushing a pen into it. "I am merely helping with your 'oh so important' History homework!"
He takes your hand to write on the paper, making random shapes and lines.
"Look! I could be a witch, this is easy."
"Xavier! Stop being so annoying!"
You take the pen off of the paper as Xavier's hand still holds yours, but to your surprise, the paper actually starts glowing. No way that he had activated a spell.
"Retrocognition?"
A bright light exploded in the room, making you shield your eyes with your hand. Xavier also lets out a yelp, what the fuck happened?
When the light dims, you finally open your eyes again.
"Where the fuck are we?"
In front of you is a house. A beautiful one, but certainly not one from the 1600s. Music can be heard from inside, together with some talking and you even hear a meow.
Someone walks past you, carrying a bag on their shoulders. He is tall and his hair flows to his shoulders. The man is not that old, though older than you and Xavier now. A smile is on his face as he walks up to the house.
"Wait a second," you let out a giggle. "Is that you?"
Xavier walks up to the guy as you follow him. It certainly was. His face looks almost the same, yet a bit more mature. It is like he is looking in a mirror, one that shows him his future.
"You look old," you laugh, elbowing the artist.
"Shut up," he rolls his eyes. "What happened with that stupid spell that you were trying to cast?"
"Someone happened to fuck it up," you narrow your eyes at him before nodding to the door. "I'm going to see what your old ass is up to."
Future Xavier unlocks the door, allowing you and Present Xavier to slip inside. Not that they would see you anyway. The music gets a bit louder as you hear some movement from what seems to be the kitchen.
"Love? I'm home!"
"Aw," you look at Present Xavier, trying to hold in your laughter. "Someone is dumb enough to be stuck with you. That's sweet."
"You jealous?" Xavier raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you. "At least I know that I won't be alone in the future."
You roll your eyes, slowly following Future Xavier around.
"Look! He is even wearing a wedding ring!"
The house truly is beautiful. It is filled with plants in different corners, a cozy couch, a big kitchen, and huge windows. If you didn't know any better, then you would surely have said that this is your dream house.
"I'm in here!"
Your eyebrows furrow when you hear the new voice. It is strangely similar, but... it can't be, right? Xavier catches up to you, not fully sure what to do. He has never been in a spell like this before. Hell, he didn't even know any spells. Sure, he would say 'open sesame' when trying to unlock his door if his hands were full, but the door never swung open.
You stop in your tracks when your eyes fall on the new figure.
In the kitchen is a shorter girl, one looking exactly like you. Her height, her body language, her voice, and her face. What are you doing here with Xavier? A high-pitched laughter can be heard as Future Xavier hurries to the table, dropping his bag before picking up a small girl.
"There's my favorite girls!"
Future you also has a ring on her finger, one that fits together with Future Xavier. Present Xavier stops walking as he takes in the three figures.
There he is. Holding a young girl with one arm while the other is resting on your shoulders, pulling you into him as Future you lets out a giggle.
"What the fuck?" Xavier whispers.
It was weird enough to see himself in the future, even if he didn't change too much. But it is even weirder to see himself together with you, and with a child. You are also frozen in place, your eyes fixated on the three figures in front of you. What type of spell is this? Is this actually real? Or is this only your imagination playing tricks on you? Surely not. If Xavier can see it, then it must actually be happening, right?
"I'm getting out of this," Xavier groans, turning around to walk back out of the front door before his eyes fall on an item.
On the wall hangs a big canvas with a very specific scene on it. Future him in a neat, black suit. Next to him stands Future you, dressed in a long gown. Both have big smiles on their faces. His fingers twitch, did he paint that? The picture almost seems to move in front of him as the figures get closer and closer, sharing a soft and loving kiss before returning to their original positions.
"Y/N, get us out of here!"
Xavier is confused and even slightly scared. You break your stare as you look over to the tall artist. With only a nod, you take his hands in yours, whispering an incantation to break whatever spell you were in right now.
Another bright light makes you close your eyes as you return to the Nevermore classroom. Xavier pulls his hands out of yours harshly.
"What was that!?"
"I don't know!" You let out a deep sigh.
Your journal had stopped glowing, only pen stripes from whatever sigil Xavier had come up with are left on the page. You run your fingers over it, confused as you try to read off of the pages.
"It's precognition," you let out a whisper. "We were supposed to see the past, but instead... it was the future."
Xavier lets out a short laugh before shaking his head.
"Whatever that was is not my future."
He slings his bag back on his shoulders, glaring at you as he backs up.
"We will never talk about this. Ever."
You weren't in the mood anymore to try any other spell. Instead, you just cleaned up the mess of flower petals and herbs before retreating to your dorm.
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The spell had really messed you up.
After that dreaded day, you had tried multiple times to find out what happened. To find out if it was true. But no matter which color of candle you used, or what type of incantation, they all gave you the same answer.
This was your future.
Xavier Thorpe.
You tried to talk to him, maybe if you did, you could avoid the future that he seems to hate so much. Sure, Xavier wasn't your best friend either, but at least you don't despise him as much as he despises you. He is pretty and mesmerizing, but the way he treated you was just the worst.
He would sit on the opposite side of the table during lunch breaks, and would completely ignore you before, during, or after classes.
"Xavier looks even angrier than usual," Ajax snickers. "What did you do this time?"
You roll your eyes as you read through your journal. Is there really not any other Truth or Future spell out there?
"Absolutely nothing," you shrug. "Maybe he is in one of his moods."
"I don't know," the Gorgon chews on the end of his pencil. "He's been really moody this past week."
You don't really respond. What are you supposed to say? 'Oh, he found out that he and I are married in the future and he absolutely hates it.' That sounds incredibly stupid. Even if it is true.
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Later that night you sat in your dorm yet again. Around you is a circle of candles in all sorts of colors, their flames the only source of light. It feels like you have read every single page of all your Witchcraft books at least five times, yet you still haven't found any spells to help you out. There has to be something that can show you a different future, right?
A knock on your door pulls you out of your focused state. Who would be at your door right now? You don't have a dorm mate, and from what you knew, most of your friends were out to Jericho. You stand up from your seat, walking up to the door to open it. Behind it stands Xavier with a tired look in his eyes and his sketchbook in his hands.
"Can I come in?" He mumbles softly, looking down at you with the softest look he has ever given you.
You step to the side, allowing the artist to enter your room. He stays silent. No snarky comment, nothing mean. Just silence.
"Have you found anything else?"
The only answer you give him is a shake of your head. You had really tried. Xavier his reaction during the spell was enough - he didn't want this future. At least, not with you.
"Can we try again?"
His question shocks you. He wants to enter the spell again? Go through more scenarios of the two of you together?
"Are you sure?"
He nods, placing his sketchbook onto your bed before stepping into the circle. You just quickly follow him, opening the page of scribbles that Xavier had drawn before. His hands are already reaching for yours when you speak the incantation.
Another bright light.
This time, you aren't in front of the house. Instead, you appeared in it, already. There is no furniture around you. No curtains, no couch, no table, not even a wooden floor.
"I can't believe this!"
Future you squeals as she runs around the house, inspecting every room once more.
"Look! This one can be your art studio, and then the room next to it can be for my spells and potions!"
The woman pulls Future Xavier with her, holding his hand tightly as she spits out different ideas for the space.
Present Xavier swallows thickly, his hands balled up into fists.
"Are you okay?" You whisper, looking up at his taller figure.
"I have seen this before."
How would he have seen this before? He knows nothing of witchcraft - the spell he performed before was just a simple accident. The spell ends quite quickly, returning to just you and Xavier in the middle of your bedroom. It stays quiet. The only movement comes from the lit candles whose flames are moving in the non-existing wind.
"Why did you want to see it again?" You softly speak up. "You hate the outcome. It didn't change one bit."
The boy shakes his head, reaching for his sketchbook before flipping through the pages, stopping at one specific drawing which seems familiar.
"I haven't been able to sleep this entire week," he admits. "I had these dreams. Dreams that felt like the one spell. I drew all of them."
He holds his hand up on the page, the figure of you pulling Xavier with you before disappearing behind one of the pencil lines. You can almost hear your excited chattering and Xavier's laughter. But that is not the only thing he drew.
Different dates, your wedding, even sketches from the little girl.
Everything was exactly as the spell had told you.
"I convinced myself for so long," he mumbles. "I tried to tell myself that I didn't like you. That, if I ignored you, you would stay out of my way. But I don't want to do that anymore."
You let out a giggle, looking up at him.
"Alright," you whisper. "We can start over?"
Xavier looks at you, a relieved look on his face as he nods. Though the future scared him, he now does truly want it. He felt like he didn't deserve a future with you after how he treated you. But, he might change his mind. He might be able to change himself and make up for all the times he wished he could hold you, kiss you, be with you.
"Yeah," he nods with a smile before he holds out his hand. "Xavier Thorpe. Nice to meet you."
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Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?
If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like
ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️
Of course (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.
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Milo, my little angel.
Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.
Fluff.
P.s Happy birthday Milo!!
Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.
Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.
They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.
Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.
''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''
''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''
Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!
Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.
A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.
The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.
She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.
She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.
With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.
Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.
''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.
~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~
''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''
Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.
Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.
The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.
''MILO!?''
''Mum! You're here!''
Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.
''Happy birthday, my little angel...''
She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''
Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.
''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.
What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.
The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.
''What's on for tonight?''
''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''
''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''
''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''
''Mhm! Definitely!''
They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.
''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''
Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.
They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.
''Did you have fun sweetie?''
''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''
''That's a relief then...''
Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.
''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''
She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.
''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''
I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (-_-;)
I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.
Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.
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Fools Fall Fast
Kai Chisaki is notorious in your neighborhood for being a playboy. When he sets his sights on you, will you return his affection ?
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Kai Chisaki.
His name was well known throughout your neighborhood. He was a Yakuza, the Japanese organized crime unit who operated in the Land of the Rising Sun. His apartment was located conveniently on the corner in your neighborhood, where he often stood with a few of his cronies. The local chapter that he ran was called the Shie Hassaikai, and he was the ringleader.
Kai Chisaki was also a very well known playboy.
The list of girls who had been involved with him was endless. Most of them, girls you had gone to school with, had thrown themselves at him, enthralled by his good looks and bad boy reputation. You often saw a revolving door of girls going into his apartment, always leaving with the same dazed look on their face. While you were out and about, it wasn’t unusual to see him with a different girl on his arm each time as they got dinner or went to catch a movie.
A few of your friends had been involved with him as well, and you had gone out of your way to make sure you didn’t hear a single thing about him. In your mind, he was bad news, and you wanted nothing to do with him. You didn’t care that the local obasans fawned over him, gushing that he was nothing but polite and couldn’t possibly be a Yakuza. It didn’t matter that he was attractive, you had no interest in him whatsoever.
You continued to prove that point, especially after a night out.
It was Friday night, and you were exhausted from another week of work. Your best friend and roommate, Camie, was sitting on the couch, eating some Chinese food when she suddenly jumped up, pointing her finger up to the ceiling.
“Let’s go clubbing tonight!”
You groaned, putting down your carton of black pepper chicken.
“Cami, no, it’s been such a long week.”
“Come on, when was the last time we went out?” she asked, eyes sparkling.
“I don’t know, but I’m sure it was recent,” you sighed.
“We haven’t been out since Inasa’s birthday!”
Shit. It had been a while.
“But we still have to get ready,” you whined.
“Well, finish eating and hop in the shower,” she sang, skipping away towards her room.
***
“Cheers!”
Camie grinned, clinking her shot glass against yours before tipping it back. You mirrored her action, the tequila burning as it went down. Wincing, you put the glass on the counter before turning back to her. She wore a tight black dress, her boobs holding on for dear life. You wished you had her confidence, as you had settled on a basic white one that hung loosely to your knees.
“See, I told you this would be fun!” she giggled.
“We just got here,” you sighed.
Grabbing your hand, she led you to the dance floor, bouncing to the beat before turning around to face you. She moved smoothly, her hips moving to the music as one hand raised. The tequila had you feeling slightly confident, so you listened to the music and let go. After a while you were having fun, and you told Camie you should get more drinks.
“Oh, great idea!”
The two of you pushed back to the bar, leaning against the counter as you tried to get the bartender’s attention. She pressed her chest against it, pushing up slightly as you swatted at her arm.
“You are so bad.”
You turned to try and wave at the bartender, who was occupied at the other end.
“Do you need some help?”
A deep, cool voice spoke softly in your ear. Startled, you turned your head, only to narrow your eyes at the man beside you. It was none other than Kai Chisaki. He was dressed sharply, a burgundy shirt tucked neatly into a pair of black, form-fitting pants. He was peering at you with steely golden eyes, waiting for your response.
“I’m good, thanks.”
You sharply turned your head away, back towards the bartender. Camie whipped her head towards you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
She threw her hair over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes seductively at Kai.
“We would greatly appreciate your help.”
Camie had been trying to sleep with Kai for as long as you could remember. As far as you knew, the two had made out drunkenly a few times, but nothing beyond that. You rolled your eyes, waving your hand again and finally getting the bartender’s attention. Upon seeing Kai he froze, bowing his head before rushing over.
“Mr. Chisaki, I apologize for the wait. What can I get you?”
"My usual, as well as the drinks for these two ladies. Anything they order, please put it on my tab.”
Camie’s face lit up, ordering a margarita while you scrunched up your nose.
“I can pay for my own drink, thanks.”
“Don’t be rude,” she yelled.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll take a Jack and Coke, please.”
The bartender made your drinks quickly, sliding them across the counter. He told Kai to call him if he needed anything else before departing to help other customers. You clinked your drink to Camie’s, looking away as she began chatting Kai up.
“It’s rare to see you out.”
You realized he was talking to you. Raising an eyebrow, you took a long sip before responding.
“Okay.”
He seemed taken aback at how aloof you were responding to him. You figured he expected you to be putty in his hands like the other girls.
“I know you’re here with your friend, but would you like to get out of here?”
Camie’s eyes went wide, taking a sip as she nodded frantically behind his back. She mouthed go get laid to you.
“No thanks, I’m here with my friend.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she mouthed you’re insane.
“Well, she can come along if she would like.”
“No thanks.”
You pushed off the counter, tipping your drink at him.
“This has been fun. I’ve seen the long line of girls coming in and out of your apartment. I don’t want to be another one.”
You grabbed Camie, giving her a warning look before dragging her back to the dance floor. You turned to look at Kai over your shoulder.
“Bye.”
***
The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache. The one Jack and Coke quickly turned to three, along with a few shots. Camie had drank even more, and the two of you had somehow managed to stumble home and make it into your respective beds. You groaned, pulling your blanket over your head to hide from the bright sun. Your throat was dry, and you shot your hand out to grab the water bottle on your nightstand.
“Camie,” you croaked out. “Are you alive?”
Through the thin walls, you heard her respond with a groan. After taking a few sips you felt slightly rejuvenated, and you stood to grab some Advil and get ready for the day. You dropped off the Advil to Camie before shuffling into your shared bathroom. While brushing your teeth she knocked on the door, opening it and leaning against the doorframe.
“Coffee. I need coffee.”
The two of you sluggishly got ready before dragging your feet out the door and towards the local coffee shop. As you were nearing the corner, your stomach sank as you realized Kai was standing there, chatting with local members. Upon seeing you two approach he stopped the conversation, shooing them away as he waved. Camie giggled, waving excitedly as she skipped towards him.
So much for being hungover.
“Good morning!” she chirped.
“Good morning,” he replied smoothly. “You two look radiant this morning.”
You rolled your eyes. Camie began a conversation with him, but you noticed his eyes kept flickering over towards you. The three of you began ambling towards the cafe, and you kept your pace slower on purpose so you could keep some distance between you and Kai. He noticed, however, slowing down to include you in the conversation and asking probing questions about you. Just like the night before, you kept your answers short and tried to make it obvious that you wanted nothing to do with him.
The baristas recognized Kai (of course) and asked if he wanted his usual order.
“Yes, please,” he replied. “These two women will be ordering as well. You can put them on my bill.”
“Yes, Mr. Chisaki.”
Camie walked up to the counter to order while you stayed behind. You felt Kai approaching you, and you let out a sigh of annoyance.
“I’m ordering my coffee and leaving,” you said, turning to stare at him with narrowed eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak but you walked off, leaving him behind. Camie took advantage of the opening and picked up the previous conversation, giving you an opening to order your drink and wait before you left.
***
Monday afternoon after work, you came home to a vase of your favorite flowers. There was a note attached to it, stating they were from Kai.
I hope you had a wonderful start to your week.
Camie sniffed at the flowers, standing up and pouting at you.
“I wish he would send me flowers,” she sighed.
“Well, you can have them.”
“They’re not for me!” she crossed her arms. “Plus, they’re not my favorite flowers.”
Every day that week, you came home to find another bouquet. They all had notes from Kai with different messages. You hadn’t seen him at all surprisingly, and you were hoping you would soon so you could tell him to leave you alone. Thursday night, while you were walking to pick up take out, Kai finally approached you.
“I’ve been looking for you,” you frowned.
“Oh? You have?” A smile slowly began to curl his lips up.
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you to stop sending me flowers.”
The smile was immediately wiped from his face.
“How did you even know what my favorite flowers are?”
He smirked. “I have my ways.”
“Well, tell your ways to back off and leave me alone.”
You dismissed him with a wave, walking off to go get your dinner. When you got home, Camie was holding another bouquet.
“I told him to stop sending me flowers,” you informed her as you placed the food on your dining room table.
“Why would you do that?” she cried, putting the bouquet down and grabbing you by the shoulders.
“Because I’m not interested in him!”
She sighed, shaking her head as she sank into a chair.
“I honestly think you should give him a chance. He’s pursuing you for a reason.”
“Yeah, so I can be another notch in his bedpost.”
Camie rolled her eyes, opening the takeout bag and grabbing her order.
“He’s actually a nice guy. I’ve been getting to know him.”
“You want to sleep with him.”
She shrugged, searching the bag for utensils.
“He’s an attractive guy, sue me. But seriously, the Yakuza stuff is just a facade. He actually has a big heart.”
“Look, can we drop the conversation?”
***
The next night, the two of you went out clubbing again. This time, you made more of an effort. You wore a black, V neck tank top, the cut so deep it showed off your cleavage and a pair of skin tight, black jeans. The look was finished off with a simple pair of black heels and a few gold bracelets. The various looks given to you by each guy you passed didn’t go unnoticed, and you felt yourself swelling with confidence.
“Maybe you’ll finally get laid tonight!” Camie beamed.
The two of you headed straight to the bar, waving the bartender down. It was the same guy as last time, and he bustled over to take your orders. You had just finished placing your order and was handing him your card when he shook his head.
“Mr. Chisaki has already paid for your drinks.”
You turned to see Kai walking towards you, his eyes taking in your figure. You swallowed nervously, recalling your conversation with Camie the night before. After some convincing, you had decided to give the poor man a chance.
“You look amazing,” he greeted you.
Camie took her drink and disappeared onto the dancefloor, leaving you alone with him. You shifted nervously, grabbing your drink off the counter and sucking in a breath before speaking to him.
“Thank you for the drink,” you began.
Surprise flickered across his face before he nodded.
“Of course,” he replied. “I’m sure you need it after a long week of work.”
“You have no idea,” you murmured, which he replied to with a chuckle.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
You launched into a long vent about your job, and he listened intently the entire time. When you finished your drink, he ordered you another one and led you towards his private section so you could continue your conversation. He asked you about your hobbies outside of work, and it quickly turned into him getting to know you.
“Well, what about you?” you interjected after some time. “You’re learning all about me, but I know nothing about you.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about me,” he mused.
“Well, yeah, but those are rumors. What if none of those things are real?”
He leaned back in his seat, studying you for a second before nodding slowly.
“The rumors about me being Yakuza are true. I do run the local chapter, and it is called the Shie Hassaikai.”
You stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
“My old man, Pops, was my predecessor. I inherited my position from him. He saved me from a life on the street. In turn, I use my power to do the same for others.”
He sat up straight, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned closer to you.
“I use my connections to send poor kids to private, good schools. I also keep an eye on them and their families, and I help them out whenever possible.”
Your heart swelled at his kind words, and you began to feel guilty for the prior opinions you had had about him. It turns out he was actually a really nice guy, just like Camie had told you.
“I’ve been looking into opening a community center for these kids to go to. I’m finalizing a few business deals to get it going. Hopefully, we should get a lot or building soon.”
“That is very admirable of you,” you admitted.
He smiled, and you realized he was . . . quite good looking.
“Thank you. That is very kind to hear.”
“I can see why you’re so popular with the local ladies.”
A light flush settled on his cheeks. He looked away, clearing his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Er, yes, I understand I’ve developed a bit of a reputation as a playboy. I . . . despise it, but I have been with quite a few women.”
“A few is an understatement,” you pointed out.
“Well, if you must know,” he sighed. “The reason I pursued you heavily is because you were the first girl who didn’t throw herself at me. Girls often see me, and use the rumors to chase after me. But you . . . you were the opposite and wanted nothing to do with me.”
He smiled again, cocking his head to the side.
“I guess I like the thrill of the chase.”
It was your turn to flush and look away. You were oddly nervous now, and you felt butterflies in your chest. You took a long sip of your drink before clearing your throat and turning back to him.
“Do you want to go out tomorrow? On a proper date?”
The smile on his face grew wider, and for a moment he had a boyish appearance. He nodded, asking what type of food you liked before you two settled on a time and place.
***
The next afternoon, you were pacing nervously in your apartment. Camie had gone home with some random guy, which left you alone and panicking as you got ready for your lunch date with Kai. The weather was set to be nice and sunny, and you had settled on a floral sundress and a pair of simple, tan sandals. You had taken the time to curl your hair, brushing it out to create loose, beachy waves. Kai had promised to pick you up at noon sharp, and it was five til.
You were an absolute wreck.
It had been forever since you had been on a date, and now you were dating the neighborhood heartthrob. You two settled on a simple lunch date, but you were still nervous.
When the doorbell rang you jumped, throwing a hand over your heart in an effort to calm you down. Once you were composed you walked over, throwing the door open. Kai was standing there, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand. He held them out towards you, a sheepish smile on his face.
“I hope flowers are okay this time.”
You giggled, taking them from him.
"Of course. Come in, let me put these in a vase.”
He stood politely in the foyer, eyes glancing about as you bustled to quickly put the flowers in water. Once you were done you grabbed your purse, letting him know you were ready as you walked out and locked the door behind you. The cafe you were going to eat at was walking distance, and he made sure to walk close to the sidewalk’s edge as you made the trek down the block.
“Did you wake up alright? I know you had a few drinks last night.”
“I did, thank you. I managed to chug some water before bed.”
The rest of the conversation was light, talking about neighborhood gossip and random topics. Once you arrived, the host led you to a table on the patio, allowing you two to bask in the warm sun. You noticed he was staring at you, resting his chin on his hand as he leaned forward.
“You look beautiful. That dress suits you very well.”
“Thank you,” you replied, flushing.
The waiter arrived then, taking your orders before bustling away. You took that chance to speak, sucking in a deep breath before looking directly into his golden eyes.
“I want to establish some boundaries before we start anything. I really think it’s important that we take things slow. I’m not the type of person to rush into things, especially relationships, so I hope that’s okay with you.”
You expected him to be surprised or annoyed, but instead he nodded, looking at you earnestly before replying.
“I understand and I respect that boundary. I honestly think it would be best if we took things slow.”
The smile from before emerged, the one that reached his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing the sun for the first time.
“I want to take as much time as possible to soak you in. I want to get to know every single part of you.”
Your heart swelled at his words, and you returned his smile back to him.
“Deal.”
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thoughts on the costuming in rings of power?
HELLO hello I've got a lot of thoughts all over the place and they are below the cut
I wanna start with some caveats re: me and rings of power
-I am a professional costumer and I've worked with people in film/streaming/tv/etc and professionals in/out of the union but my main work is in live theater
-I am a Big Old Tolkien Nerd but have only read the Silmarillion a few times and not recently
-I am 100% on team
I am so far on Team No Hate Watching that I called up my Tolkien friends back in 2020 to debate whether we'd watch anything Amazon made for the LotR-universe and unanimously decided we wouldn't trust the universe with Amazon
so that being said, everything I've seen of Rings of Power is from the trailer and screen caps on tumblr/facebook
ALSO when I refer to the Lord of the Rings movies, I am referring to the Peter Jackson movies because I do not have the time to compare every adaption
So what I’d like to start off with is the weird trend of like... romanticized Roman/Greek and Celtic-Briton influences
(^ Gil-galad- a Noldorin)
(^ Isildur and.... Numenoreans? idk didn’t watch)
(^ Sadoc Burrows, Harfoot Hobbit)
(^Durin IV of Durin’s Folk/Khazad-dûm)
(^Disa - didn’t watch, google just says she’s a dwarf)
A lot of these costumes are distinctly referencing what we think of as classical Greek/Roman and Celtic-Briton clothes (note: “actual” clothes for Greeks, Romans, and Celtic-Britons were different- and I think it’s important to make the distinction between historical garb and the way it’s been stylized in the last 100 years).
Greek/Roman Influences: the stylized wreath crown, the way they’ve draped most of the cloths into chiton, peplos, himation, and chlamys, the broad swaths of unadorned/untextured fabrics
Celtic-Briton-ish-ish Influences: I’m feeling this in the dye palette they chose which yes I know isn’t super-duper location specific but these colors look very derived from woad, madder, weld, lichen, and gall nuts which have usually been available in the isles, tell me Durin’s crown doesn’t you of the Waterloo Bridge Helmet, the studded armor is kind of ahistorical but frequently dramatized for Celtic-Britons, here just pop around this article (Celtic Clothing: Bronze Age to the Sixth Century) and I think you’ll get what I mean
I guess that’s a choice to make it seem “earlier” than the other Tolkien movies we’ve seen lately, but carries across the different groups it seems too bland/similar across it all for me. Without getting too deep, these folx are from different ethnic groups/races and it’s kind of weird their clothes don’t seem more distanced from each other (they hail from Aman, Numenor, the Shire/Eriador, and Khazad-dûm/Misty Mountains).
But maybe more importantly I think it’s pretty weird they didn’t push the design more in an art nouveau/pre-raphaelite direction: considering that both of those design philosophies fit in much more neatly with Tolkien’s work and what he emphasized in his descriptions. Both lean more towards figures that are nestled in the natural world and emphasize the beauty of organic curves and a world a little more intense (especially in color) that ours is. Gil-Galad’s cloak does have a watery drape which is nice but the lines of his cross belt, color palette, and the brooches overwhelmingly read more imperial Roman than Tolkien character.
All of this makes Galadrial’s armor so much more... dissonant with the rest of the costuming. Her cuirass/mail combo reads so much more aggressively modern than the rest of it- even more modern than the armor of Lord of the Rings (which, admittedly had similar plate/mail combos but leaned more into a faux-medieval stylization). Also, to be nit picky, I think the lack of a gorget (neck piece) in field armor looks weird :S
I tried to find a better example to illustrate my point but here’s Ingres’ Joan of Arc at the Coronation of Charles VII which is an 1854 depiction of an event that took place in 1429 and presents a very modern adaption of armor. NGL my mind keeps filling the spot on Galadrial’s plate with the sacred heart- her armor reads as such a Catholic-virginal-femme-knight vibe which is very much at odds with the overly classical costumes for the rest of the characters.
I do think her armor is cool looking but it doesn’t feel like it exists in the world of Rings of Power nor does it really fit in with the Lord of the Rings movies... The closest I could think of offhand is Aragorn/Elessar’s armor for the coronation in Return of the King and even that reads as “older” or more grounded in the film-world than Galadrial’s.
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I’ve seen a lot of comments on the costume quality in costuming groups so I’ve linked the above post here [it’s a public post so you don’t need a facebook account to view it] which covers a lot of it but I’ll have my own rant too.
There’s for sure a decrease in the quality of costumes from the Lord of the Rings movies which is... so disappointing and TBH expected from the most expensive tv show ever in 2022 and from Amazon. I think a lot of people are aware of the aggressive shift towards using CGI for messing around with costumes: it takes TIME and MONEY and SKILL to produce the wonderful costumes we saw in Lord of the Rings and, to be frank, the work of many many costume/IATSE union members which Amazon isn’t going to pay for. The overall time frame for producing tv/movies has gotten a lot shorter which has forced a lot of costuming departments to cut corners in design and execution.
That is how rumpled costumes make it on the screen, that is how you get so many wigs that move unnaturally, that is how the most expensive tv show ever gets such a... bland and milquetoast design. The Lord of the Rings costumes were littered with so many small and very intentional details that brought more personality to the characters and made the world seem more grounded and real.
HOWEVER- I would like to make a note on Miriel’s screen printed undershirt.
I’ve been making clothes a long time, I’ve seen a fair amount of all levels of live theater, I’ve gone to fashion exhibitions, and seen a lot of movies. What I mean to say, is that I’ve seen a lot of art involving clothes/costuming with big and small budgets and many different intentions. Over the last few years, I’ve seen the expectations for local theater and bespoke clothing rise dramatically while keeping the pay low and rushing for time- I think a lot of people are so disconnected from the process of making clothes that it’s been hard to temper your expectations away from what a big budget movie house is able to do.
I 100% Absolutely Think that Rings Of Power SHOULD have done so much better!!! They literally had so much money they could have invested in costume professionals and materials and taken their time to let a nuanced and well-made wardrobe emerge.
But! I would like to take a moment to admire Miriel’s screen printed undershirt. I’ve seen a lot of people bash it without nuance. It’s not an appropriate solution for literally the most expensive tv show ever- but can you imagine what a clever idea this is if you were putting on a dance performance and needed a full range of movement? Or if you’re staging a production of Cinderella and bought a plastic breastplate and your producer (OhFuckOhFuckOhFuck) only budgeted $100 for a character that’s supposed to be fully armored?
Costume designers and shop workers are overwhelmingly paid less than their peers in other departments (maybe it’s because many of them are from marginalized genders.....) and frequently given a smaller budget than other departments in live theater. I recently had a friend of a friend reach out to me about a musical where they budgeted $300 for 20 full costumes!!! That’s $15 a costume from a professional theater!!!
I absolutely adore the tremendous growth in cosplay we’ve seen over the past decade and the cool costumes we’ve seen from high-budget period and fantasy shows: but a lot of your “run-of-the-mill” costume designers have been run ragged trying to meet the expectations of Hollywood movies on a shoestring budget and it’s been disheartening to see a lot of these kinds of practical solutions bashed online. There was and should have remained a distinction between the quality expectations of big budget films or the passion projects of a cosplayer VERSUS what the majority of professionals do within their budget.
I’ve heard more than a few of my fellow designers and technicians cry because a costume looked GREAT with the distance from stage to audience or properly lit- but was bashed from a close up photo or because the director didn’t like that the “illusion”/solution only worked on stage. I’ve seen catty arguments online where a costumer is trying to build their own platform shoes (VERY VERY DANGEROUS unless you’re a professional cobbler) because the show was usually done with them, their director insisted on them, and they didn’t have the resources to purchase new/used. Fuck I’ve worked rentals with people from a few of these actual high budget houses- trying to stretch a budget until it screams.
There’s a whole complicated discourse on fair wages and labor practices and budgeting that I’m not ready to get into- but I’d like to ask you to think of kindness and the suspension of disbelief. It doesn’t solve the structural problems that need to change, but a lot of professional costumers love their art/craft and are proud of the solutions they come up with in their line of work! Obviously we should expect better quality in examples like these- but I’d like to celebrate some of the costumes that are less “realistic” or “immersive” but do such a good job of conveying their part of the narrative that we overlook the proverbial screen-printed undershirt.
(Hel, Metropolis- needs no comment I love her)
(Monty Python and the Holy Grail- knitted chainmail)
(Jareth, The Labyrinth- one CRUNCHY wig)
(Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz- ruby slippers made with dyed satin and organza, three different kind of glass and plastic beads/sequins, and lit exceptionally well)
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I’m not the expert on all of this and I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts (please be kind and act in good faith)! I’m not about to say great things about the Amazon costumes for Rings of Power, but I hope that you’ll be more forgiving online for other designers making the best of their time/budget
Love, your local costume professional
#hello hello#kaasknot#this ended up being way more scattered than i thought it would be#but here's my rant#rings of power#lord of the rings#lotr#tolkien fandom#costuming#costumes
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part 2 of many
jeff x reader SFW. I FORGOT TO ADD THAT.
word count: 1771
warnings: FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS, insufferable jane we all know that, slow!! more ness and reader friendship banter (Jeff content coming soon TRUST.)
self indulgence!!
A Spark
With a ding of the bell, you find yourself on your feet once more, repeating the same old song and dance you have been doing ever since you've started working at Sparky's. You grab a large circle tray, the basket of french toast sticks from the kitchen, you grab a small pitcher of maple syrup, and a small sugar duster with powdered sugar inside of it.
Placing them neatly on the tray, you balance it in your palm, and walk carefully towards the table. With careful strides, you make your way to the group, and greet them with a smile. Max nudges Jeff's side, and he looks over at you, before pushing Jane's papers towards her, to make room on the table.
Stopping in front of the table, you lower the tray, and place the basket of french toast sticks on the table, and then you put the syrup pitcher, and sugar duster beside it. You hold the tray to your abdomen again, formally, taking a step back.
"Would you like any plates? Refills?" You ask, with a chipper tone.
"No, you've got us all we need. Now can you leave us to our conversation? Please?" Jane replied flatly, which in return, Jeff threw a glare at her, before turning to you.
"We're good, thanks for the food. We'll be out of your hair " He spoke, more quietly this time. He seemed to be adverting your gaze, but you didn't mind, you weren't one much for eye contact either, so instead you nod in response. Jane waves you off, and you go, back to sitting in front of the diners bar.
Today was an excruciatingly slow day, little to no business, which you were relieved. It wasn't a holiday, and almost everyone is at work, plus, Sparky's had been getting less popular over the years, and honestly? You are shocked that anyone bothers to stop by this mediocre place. The only thing you could ever theorize was that people came here for the sentimental value.
While the table you were waiting for was clamoring away, Ness had collected his tips from his table, and made his way to you. Great. More teasing? You knew he was just poking fun at you, mostly at the fact that you haven't been able to score a solid date, which in all honestly, you stopped trying. So he's taken it up on himself to point out any potential "Suitors", as he calls them. It's embarrassing.
"So?" Ness smirked, sliding up beside you.
"Oh stuff it... You do this every time!" You hush, trying to busy yourself by organizing the diners counter. It truly was a mess, but no one's really paid enough to care, but it's crazy what a person will do if they are bored enough. Or just trying to busy themselves.
"C'mon! I see the spark! Wouldn't hurt to try, hmmmm?" Ness followed you, keeping a small distance so that you don't bump into each other while you are working on organizing the bars counter top.
"Don't you have a table to sanitize?" You question, turning your head to him. It's true, he didn't even sanitize his table yet, but in all honesty, business was so slow that I could wait for a bit.
"Oh you and I both know that I can wait to do that, and anyways it's way more fun to poke just a little bit of fun at you, hm?" You only snrk in response, reaching behind you to grab a rag. You and Ness have been friends for quite a while, but even his jabs and jeers get under your skin, if even just a little bit.
"Ness, you're a good friend, and I know you mean nothing by it, but I'm not some hopeless romantic, cmon!" You speak in a hushed tone, in an attempt so that your table won't eavesdrop on you. However Ness only snickered and raised a brow in response.
"No? You aren't?"
"No, I'm not."
Ness crossed his arms, leaning on the diners bar. "So you are telling me.... The same person who just last week was telling me that it's been 'Oh so many years since I've ever felt that intense spark!' and 'I wish I stuck with my high school sw-"
"Ness!"
"It's true!" He snickers, watching you furiously scrubbing the grime off the bar with the beat up white cleaning rag to hide your embarrassment.
"Okay maybe I am a little bit of a hopeless romantic it just hurts hearing it out loud!" You chuckle, still speaking in that secretive hushed tone so that the conversation remains between you two. However you can't help but sneak small glances at the table to see if anyone's watching, and occasionally, you catch Jeff glancing over to you, stealing small glances.
"I knew one day you'd finally admit it." Chuckling, he goes to wipe down some glass mugs, and you can't help but fake pout.
"..... I'm not admitting a thing...."
"You just did!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Oh whatever.. anyway, I think your tables finishing up." He gestured to your table, and you turned around, to see the woman and the petrified older man leave the table. She turned to face Max and Jeff, calling to them before she leaves the diners doors.
"He's starting that stupid job in three weeks. Three, okay? Don't mess this up for me."
Jeff groaned, leaning his head back onto the diners padded seat. "Yeah, yeah whatever, but you better have that cash, okay?"
Jane left without another word, and Jeff huffed, getting up to let Max out. He murmured something to Max and Max nodded, heading out to their car, before grabbing his wallet. It just occurred to him, and you, that he hasn't received the bill, and you hadn't given him the bill. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you scramble to get the bill. This made Ness chuckle, and he watched you frantically find it.
Once you have his bill, you quickly make your way to his table, and set it down. "I apologize, my coworker," You paused, just to glare at Ness, in which he gave a cheeky wave. GOD he was annoying sometimes. "Was distracting me. Was everything up to par..?" You look up at him, as he analyzes the bill and sifts through his wallet to pay in full.
Jeff nodded, setting the money and change on the bill book, before grabbing a 20 and pushing it into your hand. "Yeah, yeah everything was fantastic," He paused, now looking at you in full. His lips parted for a moment, as he started to speak, before closing his mouth again to think over what he was going to say. "That's.. that's for you, sorry about that lady, she's just like that.. 'Swear she's got a few screws loose." He murmured, before looking down again at your hand.
"Oh don't worry, we get cranky customers like that all the time, I'm just glad to see you three happy..." You trail off, remembering Doug's terrified expression. "..... Two semi-happy faces, that's all that matters, hm?" You nervously chuckle, your tone turning softer. It was quite silly, and definitely quite a silly situation.
"Uh..yeah I'm.. going to go, I don't want to keep my sister waiting in the car." He scratched the back of his head, quickly pointing outside to the car before dropping his hand to his side.
"Oh! That's important, yeah.. you drive safe?" You step back, giving him room to leave.
"Yeah, you have a good night." He responded, turning back to look at you.
You give a small smile in return, turning away to go back behind the Diners bar, where Ness was mocking you by making kissing faces in his cupped hands, so Jeff wouldn't see him.
Jeff's gaze followed you, as you left him to his buisness, before he shook himself out of it, and left the diner.
"C'mon, he was totally oogling you."
"Ness I swear!!" You fluster, flicking him on the ear."
"Hey- Owch!"
"Serves you right!! What if he would have saw you!"
"What, afraid I scared him off?" He snickered, crossing his arms and leaning against the bar.
"Well...uhm....no.....you uh....you see that's were you are... wrong! Totally wrong!" You manage to sputter out, turning away so he doesn't see the growing burn in your cheeks.
"Mmmhmm." He lets out a drawed out hum, resting his elbow on the counter and cupping his cheek.
"Next thing you are going to tell me is that the oceans purple."
"You are so childish I swear!" You retort, but you can't help but snort at his stupid comment.
"You can't tell me it's a little funny.." Ness looks at you, grinning as you turn to him with that annoyed expression you usually give him.
"...it was funny in a stupid way."
"Oh whatever! You know you love my stupid jokes."
"Mhmm. Sure I do."
"Didn't hear a no."
"Oh shut it!" You snort, giving him a light punch to the shoulder, knocking him back slightly. He laughs in response, rubbing his arm, and slinging his rag he was using to wipe the glass mugs off over his shoulder.
"Well, it was fun, I'm going to turn in though. Do you mind closing? No? Okay great. Catch you on the flip side?"
You roll your eyes, and turn to empty the kettles, watching the kitchen slowly clear out. "Yeah, wise guy, I got it. You go drive safe, 'kay?"
"On it." He dangles his keys in the air in response as he walks past you, after punching his time card, and leaves, waving through the window at you. You give a wave back, and rest your elbows on the bar, sighing, and reveling in the peace and quiet.
A few minutes later, you turn off the lights, and flip the front sign to the "Sorry, we're closed!" side, before sanitizing chairs and tables, and then neatly stacking the chairs so the janitor can come in and mop the floor.
After stacking up the chairs, you leave out the front door, locking it up, and heading to your car. You couldn't wait to go home. Something in your mind told you not to dwell too much on what today brought, but.. That guy, Jeff.. There was something about him. A part of you secretly hoped you'd learn more about him, but the majority of you ruled out that it was a silly possibility, so you don't feed in much into it.
With a turn of your keys, your engine sputters to life, and you head home, ready for another rinse and repeat day tomorrow.
MORE TO COME SOON!!!!
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hello! if ure comfortable, can u write a fic for harua when his afab!fem!s/o is feeling sick and how he would take care of her?
Of course I can. I love Harua. I hope you like it.
I'm the lucky one - &Team Harua
Synopsis: You, Harua's s/o, got a simple cold and got him freaking out.
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Warnings: pure fluff, comfort
Word Count: 720
It was just a cold, but however often you tried to explain this to your boyfriend, he would make it much worse than it is.
It started when he called you and heard your hoarse voice on the other end of the phone. The boy immediatelly started to panic and told you to come over to the dorms. You explained it was a simple cold but he convinced you to let him take care of you.
When you arrived he was already waiting for you with blankets, pillows, soup and a bunch of movies to entertain yourself while he would leave to the studio. So, now you're here, sitting on the couch wrapped in seven different blankets all from Harua's room.
He told you to move as little as possible when he left 7 hours ago. He listed all the symptoms you have after you said that it isn't that bad which included: coughing, running nose, stomach cramps and not to mention, you look like a ghost.
The moment you walked in, you scared both Ma-Ki and Ta-ki who thought you were a creature from the underworld. So, you decided to listen but the hours pass slowly and you're all alone.
It's great that Harua got to live his dream, that he got to be who he always wanted to be but on days like these you really miss him. Besides, you're feeling a little better than this morning so why not look around?
You are convinced that after four months of dating, you know your boyfriend. You enter his room, turning on the lightswitch and looking around for something to affectionately bully him with later.
It wasn't a big surprise when you found everything is clean and neatly tucked away. This must be the cleanest room in the dorms right now. After an hour of wandering your cold returned but a bit worse than it was when you woke up this morning.
You hear the door of the dorm open and wander out to the hallway just to see your adorable boyfriend look around with a bag in his hands.
"Y/N?" He screams, confused. "Hello?" You try to reply but you almost have no voice left. "Cupcake?" It's a cute petname, you always liked it. Harua's gaze lands on you, his eyes widen as he sprints towards you. "Didn't I tell you not to move?"
"It was better." You reply but Harua's twitching eye makes it clear that he isn't pleased with you at all.
"Sit back down, I got you some medicine on my way home. The boys are eating together so they'll be gone for another hour before the noise will give you a headache." He's rambling at this point, you place your hand on his shoulder and smile to the best of your abilities.
"Thank you." He smiles back and pecks your lips. You stare at him in light shock. "What... you're gonna get sick too!"
"I am flustered by your concerns, cupcake, but my immune system is much better than yours." And he pecks your lips again. "I also got some ramen so you at least have something to eat." He adds as he guides you back to the couch and makes you sit down. "Now, would you like some cuddles while we watch a movie or do you rather want to sleep a little more?"
You don't answer, simply staring at him as he organizes everything on the small coffee table. Medicine on the right and ramen on the left. He looks up at you after he doesn't hear you reply.
"Cupcake?"
"How did I ever get so lucky?" You mumble out. Harua's cheeks and tips of his ears turn red, he giggles and shrugs.
"I'm not sure but most of the time I'm the lucky one so I just want to make you feel as loved as you make me feel." You already have fever but this makes you melt.
"Can I still have the cuddles?" Harua smiles and nods, sitting down next to you and pulling you close.
"Always, I love cuddling you." He kisses the top of your head while you relax against him.
It didn't take long for Harua to start coughing too and now you're both sick on the couch in the dorm. Better immune system my ass.
#&team#&team imagines#&team scenarios#&team harua#&team harua imagine#&team drabbles#&team fluff#&team harua fluff#Harua
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So, I went to see the Super Mario movie saturday afternoon and I must say, I had an absolute blast. Don't get me wrong, it was far from perfect. And I'll have to agree that it could have used ten or fifteen more minutes to pace things a little more organically. But really, I had a smile on my face the entire time. As a Bowser fan, the film was an especially exhilarating treat. From enjoying himself at a heavy metal concert, to bashfully trying to woo the princess, writing her an exquisitely awkward love song and rehearsing his proposal with Kamek, to ruthlessly tearing into the hero after they saved the day ruined everything he worked so hard towards, he walked such an astounding line between adorable and intense (also, I'd like to add that he was really, really sexy :3 ). Not that the other characters weren't delightful too, of course. I must admit, I'm actually quite surprised that they chose to address Peach's origins. I mean, even back when the brothers being from Brooklyn was a staple of the series, the incongruity of a (seemingly) human princess leading a nation of mushroom people never really came into question. If a sequel there is, I'd definitely like for that point to be explored a little more... Also, I'm particularly fond of the way the Kongs were integrated into the story. To tell you the truth, I've never really cared for the DK side of the franchise all that much. But really, the visit to the Jungle Kingdom was quite a riot, both in terms of action and worldbuilding. And let’s not forget the sheer insanity of the Koopa General... Really though, that movie was just, so much fun. Bright, colorful, light-hearted, unadulterated fun. Which is not to say that it was without emotions. The brothers' feeling of inadequacy, both expressed in different ways, their tearful reunion, the need to prove themselves to the world and to each other... Truly, fraternal affection is the crux of the film. In fact, family as a whole is an omnipresent theme throughout the story, from Peach's devotion to the Toads, to DK's own issues with his dad. And I'm not even talking about the love that was poured into all the little details. It's already been said a thousand times, but there are so many Easter eggs* hidden in the film, be it in the picture or the score. I've seen the movie being described as a "love letter" to the franchise and its fans, and really, I feel like there is no better way to put it. In a sense, I'd say it's like a puzzle : watching all the different little pieces fall neatly into place is also part of the fun. Sure, it wasn't The Last Wish, but then again, it didn't need to be. In its case - and I insist on the word "case"** -, the world is the plot. And the film executes it spectacularly. Anyway, this accolade is probably long enough (unlike the movie, which could afford to be much longer, if only because what we got was so good already :p ). Still, let me emphasize one last time what a joy it was to see the Mushroom World come alive this way, in such a luminous and bustling manner. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if instead of a sequel, we were to get a whole-ass show, in the vein of the first three cartoons. A mix of slice-of-life and adventure to explore this beautiful version of the Mario universe and everything it has to offer. I think it would be great. With that being said, thank you for listening to my divagations on the matter. As always, it was nice to get those thoughts out of my system. I mean, it was such a wholesome movie ; I needed to share my giddy excitement with the universe. ^_^
* Quite fitting for the season, now that I think about it. Although the film is so rich in references, that I'd almost be tempted to refer to them as "Fabergé eggs". XD
** I know better than anyone how good at storytelling the franchise can be - as recently demonstrated by Sparks of Hope -, so don't take this statement as a generalization it isn't meant to be.
#spoiler#spoilers#super mario#super mario bros#super mario bros.#super mario bros movie#super mario bros. movie#bowser#luigi#princess#peach#princess peach#peaches peaches peaches peaches peaches...#toad#donkey kong#dk#cranky kong#koopa general#a love letter to the franchise#am i overdoing it in terms of tags ?#oups#i almost forgot#kamek#my bad
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Hey Ho,
I just wanted to quickly say how much I enjoy your works.
I am currently reading lots of your Dyaln O'brien fics and even tho you may not write for him anymore as it seems, I really just wanna pop by and say this ^^
I love how much detail you put into your works. It makes it really enjoyable to read and so far I loved all the fics I've read. I have to hold myself back from reading everything there is too soon so I don't run out of quality fics for now. I am always happy to discover how long they are too. I tend to consume so much, so it's great to have longer pieces.
Currently I am reading through one of your Thomas fics. A series, and I love it. I have to make myself stop reading so I get at least some sleep at night 😅
Reading through your works gives me so much inspiration as well so I always pop up with new ideas of my own. Ones that I may not share with anyone or write but ones I definitely enjoy as a movie in my mind.
So thank you for putting out such great work for so many years. I hope you stay healthy and don't lose your passion. I am so happy I got blessed by discovering your blog. This really is a goldmine of reads.
The aesthetic of your blog as well. It's so neatly organized so it makes it easy to read and navigate.
God I really am just so happy I found your works. This helps me through my hyperfixation so much bc I can feed my brain with so much good stuff 😍
Lots of love to you 🫶
this is literally so kind of you, thank you 🥹 asks like these really make my day. and to have it be about old works of mine? even crazier. it makes me so happy to know that something I wrote four, five, maybe even six years ago, could still be bringing someone so much happiness. I love it. thank you so much.
as for the aesthetic? well, I’m so proud of it, truly. I love organisation and I love simplicity so having everything neatly laid out and labelled brings me joy 🥰 I also make all my own banners myself!
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Ex's Best Friend (Short Story)
He was always kind, friendly, but never a close friend. his best friend was my boyfriend. After the break up though, he went above and beyond. He checked in on me, took me on drives and sat with me while I practically ate my weight in chicken nuggets.
“I’m sorry he hurt you” he said, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me into a hug after grabbing ice cream with me.
“It’s not your fault,” The thing about him, he wouldn’t let go of a hug unless I let go first, especially in conversations about my ex. Finally, I loosened my hold on his torso and stepped back. I continued, “I just hate seeing him everywhere. In my car, in my bedroom.”
“Why don’t you come spend the night at my place? Get your mind off him for a bit.” I paused at the offer, in conflict with myself.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You won’t be a bother, I promise. Plus, this way you won’t have reminders of him.”
“Okay,” I quietly agreed. We got ourselves into his car and instead of going straight to his house, he said, “let’s take the long way.”
This ‘long way’ consisted of back road with very few vehicles. On this route, he would drive fast and drift corners, making me smile. Each time he shifted, I caught him glancing at me to see if I was smiling. Inevitably, he got what he wanted, catching a giggle from the fluttering in my stomach.
“Now that’s what I like to see,” he said, messing my shoulder length hair. Not long after, he pulled into his driveway. “Technically it’s my parents place, but I get the basement suite all to myself.”
I was surprised when we walked in. Expecting the messiness of a single twenty-something boy, I walked in and saw clothes neatly organized, laundry in the bin, dishes in the cupboard, and garbage in the bin. I can only assume he saw the surprise in my face asking, “what, not what you expected?”
“No, not quite I guess.”
I followed him as he passed through another door, leading to his bedroom. “You can sleep in here, I’ll take the couch.”
“No no, I’m already crashing here, I’m not going to put you out of a bed too. Besides, I would hate to ask so much of you.”
“So much?”
“I.. I don’t have spare clothes with me, so could I borrow some sweats and a t-shirt?”
He walked over to his dresser, pulling out some black sweatpants, then walked to his closet and grabbed a baggy tee and tossed them both to me.
“I’ll at least let you get changed in the bedroom,” he said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Looking at the shirt, it had ‘Knights’ scrawled across it.
Quickly, I changed into the clothes and opened the door again. “Don’t worry, I’ll wash these before I give them back to you.” I said walking out of the room.
“Don’t worry about it. I have to do a load tomorrow anyways. I grabbed out a couple blankets and a pillow for you.” I hadn’t previously noticed the two blankets now on the couch, both neatly folded and with a pillow balancing on top. “I didn’t know if you get too hot or too cold at night, so I grabbed a thin blanket and one thick fluffy one.” Despite the kindness and care he had previously shown, I was still shocked at this gesture.
“Oh, thanks.”
“It’s still kinda early,” he said, looking at his watch. “Want to watch a movie or something before we crash? I’ve got Netflix and Disney.” He offered.
“Sure, what do you want to watch? Action, comedy?”
“You can choose, I’m down for anything.” He said, turning on his game console before handing me the remote. I went straight for Disney, selecting the ‘Pixar’ tab, selecting ‘Up’
He walked back out from the bedroom in another pair of sweatpants, this time grey, and a muscle shirt. “This what we’re watching?” He asked.
“I mean, it’s what I picked, but we don’t have to watch it.”
“No no, this is okay. I like this movie.”
Sceptical I asked, “yeah, what’s your favourite part?”
“Oh, you know, the part where they uh.. when the person…” he said beginning to laugh, making me laugh as well. “Okay, you got me, I’ve never seen this movie. But you picked it so I’m gonna watch it for you.”
‘For you’ I thought. People hadn’t done something ‘for me’ in a very long time. He picked up the controller, starting the movie and setting it aside. I grabbed the big fuzzy blanket and threw it over myself. “Want to share?” I asked, offering some of the blanket to him.
“Sure,” he said, “but we might have to sit closer. This blanket isn’t very big. Only if you’re okay with it though.”
I scooched closer until our legs were touching and tossed half of the blanket over him as well.
I made it half way through the movie before I was struggling to keep myself awake. I stopped trying to fight it and found comfort in my half-asleep state. I didn’t know when the movie ended. But I heard a faint “that was actually a good movie” before he shifted his weight, noticing I was asleep. I felt him get up from the couch before moving me and covering me with the blanket. This movement caused me to come back to reality and let out a quiet groan.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He whispered. “I’m gonna go to my bed now, okay?”
“Mmhm”
In my now awake, but still tired state, I tossed and turned, hoping to get comfortable and being unsuccessful. Some time later, maybe 5 minutes, maybe 30, I decided to go to the bedroom and see if he was awake.
I walked quietly to his door way, his door open just enough to see the illumination of his phone screen scrolling. I knocked gently.
“Are you still awake?” He flipped around to face the door.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you.”
No, it’s all good. I was just doom scrolling.” He chuckled. “What’s up?”
I was nervous to respond honestly. Thinking back and forth about what lie I could spin or tell him the truth. “I.. I’m so used to someone else being beside me. I haven’t been able to sleep well since the break-up. I guess that’s why I fell asleep so quickly during the movie..”
He must have picked up on what I was trying to say, because he responded “do you want to sleep in here with me?”
I nodded and walked over to the bed. I noticed how soft the covers were, I hadn’t noticed that the last time I was in the room. He pulled back the blanket, revealing his sheets.
“Hulk sheets?” I questioned
“Hey, don’t knock it. You can take the kid out of the superhero, you can’t take the superhero out of the kid.” We both laughed as if that was the joke of the year, although it was not nearly as funny. I sat on the bed, turning and sliding my beer between the mature, solid grey duvet, and the almost nostalgic and childish sheets, pulling the blanket back over me.
“Thank you for being here for me.” I said, and his reply left me speechless, “I care about you, and I want to make sure you are okay. Anything you need, I’m here for you.” I reached over, placing my arm across his now shirtless chest and squished him in a semi-hug and he leaned his head on top of mine.
I pulled back just a few inches and for the first time, just looked at him. In the darkness I could barely see, but there was just enough light to see the curve of his shoulder, the fluffiness of his hair, and his nose.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He quickly stated
“It’s okay, you didn’t.”
“I’ll just lay on this side and…”
What happened next surprised us both. I stretched up and gently kissed his lips. Pulling away in shock of what I had done, we both just looked at each other.
“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said. “I just got broken up with like, last week and you were his closest friend, but you’ve been so nice and it makes it so easy.”
Instead of saying anything back, he put his fingers under my chin, making me look up. Once we were face to face again, he leaned towards me, kissing me, this time sustaining it longer. I placed my hand in the dip of his waist as he pulled away.
“Was that okay?” He asked. I nodded in response. “Would it be okay if we did that again?” I didn’t even reply, just stretched up to meet his lips. My hand shifted to his chest, subtle bumps and grooves from his muscles. This time the kiss lasted longer and became more intimate. Rather than a peck, our lips were locked together, not able to get enough of each other. His hand reached around my back, pulling me closer, before settling on my hips.
I broke off the kiss, worried we might be getting ahead of ourselves, and laid my head on his chest. Being my ex’s best friend, I had never considered him as more than ‘one of the guys’. I knew he was hot and I knew he was single, but it never occurred to me to act upon it.
I felt his hand slip from my hip, under my shirt, and to my waist. “Is this okay?” He whispered. I held his forearm, guiding it up my torso to my breast, placing his hand on it. “This is okay too.”
He pushed me onto my back, hand still on my chest, and began kissing me again. His hand, going between groping my breast and teasing my nipple. I broke away just for a moment, long enough to turn my shirt over my head and take it off before reconnecting my lips with his. Kissed his way to my chin, down my neck, across my collarbone, and on top of my breast. He looked up to see me smiling in bliss, and he continued past my ribs, over my stomach, and to the waistband of the sweatpants he lent me. He stretched the waistband down an inch or two, continuing to work his way down my torso. I lifted up my hips and pushed the waistband lower before he took over, gently pulling them off.
Now fully exposed, I felt self conscious about my body, but that didn’t last long as he brought his face to mine and kissed me, and after pulling apart our lips said, “mm god you’re beautiful.” His hand rested on my now bare thigh. I slid two fingers into his waistband, realizing at this moment he had taken off his sweatpants before I joined him in the bedroom. Pulling the waistband down, it got caught on his cock, now hard with anticipation. I pulled the waistband Over his tip and slid it down until he was also fully exposed. Either the faint light it was hard to truly tell his size, but it appeared to be longer AND thicker than my ex. I wasn’t sure if he would even fit.
When I started dating my ex, I was a virgin, and it took a while for me to be comfortable during sex because of the size of his cock. I’m not sure how well I’ll feel about this.
My thoughts were cut off by him pulling me in and kissing me whiling trailing a hand down to my butt. He stayed there a moment before training his hand to the front of my thighs, breaking our kissing to say “spread your legs gorgeous.” I immediately complied which received in response “that’s a good girl.” He knew exactly how to make me melt, although I’m not sure if it’s due to my ex telling him this, or if it’s just obvious.
His hand slid down, teasing me by lightly brushing up and down my already soaking pussy.
I let out a gasp as his fingers spread my lips and came in contact with my sensitive clit. He rubbed an teased, feeling his fingers becoming covered in my wetness anyways. I so badly want him inside of me, “please,” I whisper.
“What’s that?” He asks with a smirk, while increasing his pace of rubbing my clit.
“Please,” I paused to catch my breath, as I was now moaning between every other word. “Please fingers,” I had to pause again, “inside me.”
“Ohh I see,” he said “you want me to finger your pretty pussy?” He asked. In response, I could only nod. His fingers left my clit, repositioning at my hole. He rubbed his fingers up and down the outside of my hole before sliding in just one. He slid his one finger in and out, hitting that sweet spot inside. A moment later, he added a second finger.
“Baby you’re so tight, just for two fingers. How will I ever fit my cock in you?” He asked. I could only moan in reply. With two fingers already inside me, he reached up with his thumb and began to rub my clit as he fingered me.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, “it feels so good.” Almost as if that was his cue, he stopped, earning a groan from me and a “whyyy?”
“We’re just getting started. I wasn’t about to let you cum on my fingers when my dick is hard and ready.” He put one finger around the bottom of his shaft and placed his thumb on top, wiggling his cock up and down. Looking at it, I knew I wanted it in my mouth. Beginning at his chest, I kissed my way down, ending at the top of his pubic hair. Still holding his cock, he said “open up love,” and I opened up my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He rubbed his tip on my tongue and I could taste the sweetness of his precum.
I could only easily fit half of him in my mouth before it became difficult. He gathered my hair behind my head, following my pace rather than forcing me farther. I heard a deep groan from above me, an indication I was doing a good job. I slowed my pace, putting my hand at the base of his shaft and focussed on his head. I swirled my tongue around it, up and down the bottom, and made sure I got the very tip as well.
I pulled away from his cock and looked at him. He placed his hand at the side of my face, and ran his thumb over my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid his thumb inside, allowing me to suck on it.
“Fuck your mouth feels so good on my dick, I can’t even imagine how good your pussy is gonna feel.” He says. With a sly look, I respond “what to find out?” And move back to my own side of the bed, laying on my back.
He hopped up to a kneeling stance on the end of the bed. “Lay in the middle instead. It will be more comfortable.” So I scooted to the middle. With one hand on each knee, he spread my legs apart, exposing me fully to the cold air in the room. Kissing from one knee to my inner thigh, he placed one kiss just above my pussy before sticking out his tongue and working it on my clit. I couldn’t help from moaning, feeling his soft wet tongue on my already soaking pussy.
Just from his tongue I was getting close to cumming, but I knew by now he wouldn’t have me cum until he was inside me. I gasped, arching my back in pleasure when he again inserted his fingers, this time licking and sucking away at my clit at the same time. Without even thinking, I grabbed his hair and rutted myself against his tongue. He pulled away, and brought his face level with mine.
"Mmm baby you taste so good. Taste yourself on my lips." He places his lips on mine and immediately I could taste the salty-sweet juices left on his lips and tongue.
Holding his face in both my hands, I whispered, "I want you inside me, but start out slow." Reaching behind him to his side table, he turned back to me, holding a condom. Ripping open the wrapper, he said, "Better safe than sorry i guess," While chuckling.
After rolling the condom over himself, he rubbed his tip up and down, preparing himself to enter me. As he positioned himself at my hole, I focus on taking a deep breath and relaxing. He begins to push into me and it only took until the head of his cock was in me until I felt the fullness in me.
“Oh fuck baby. Your pussy is so tight around this dick." All I could manage out was a gasp as he continued his push into me until he bottomed out in my pussy, the tip of his cock hitting into my cervix.
"Ahh i feel so full with you inside me." He slowly pulled most of his cock out, holding my face with one hand as he pushed his entire length back into me. As he increased his pace, I reached for the hand on my face, bringing it to my neck.
"Are you okay if I.."
"Choke me," I said cutting him off. He tighened his grip on the sides of my neck, increasing the pace of his thrusts until only soft moans and little ‘ahh’s were the only noises I could make.
“You make such pretty noises when I’m fucking you baby.” He released his hold on my neck, and shifting his position. Instead of leering over me, he kneeled and pulled by ass onto his thighs, in just the right position for him to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. At this angle, it felt like he was reaching even deeper than before.
After just a few strokes, all I could manage out was “please.. don’t stop.” Which resulted in faster and harder thrusts. “I..I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, cum on my dick baby.” That was the last bit of encouragement I needed to send me over the edge, arching my back and gripping the sheets. “Mm you get even tighter when you’re cumming.” He continued to thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusting into me a couple more times before coming to a stop still inside me and groaning. After riding his high, he pulled out and started to pull off his condom, now filled with milky-white cum. He tied the end, getting up and putting it into his trash can.
I began gathering my clothes to put back on when he turned to me, noticing what I was doing, and came over. He grabbed the sweatpants, saying, “here, I’ll help you.” Normally I wouldn’t have accepted the help, but I was feeling completely wiped after that. He put the pants on my legs one at a time, then offering his hand to stand me up and pull them over my butt. Grabbing my shirt, he said “arms up,” slipping watch arm into the respective homes, and tugging it past my head. I moved myself back to the bed, ready to lay down when he pulled the blanket up and over me. After putting on his own pants and climbing under the covers, he held his arms open, inviting me in.
I felt a soft kiss on the top of my head as I began dozing off with the warmth of his arms around me
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Haven't I Given Enough?
Hermit! Tommy DSMP x Hermitcraft crossover fic
Chapter 7 | Feel the Pain When it Hits You
Summary: Amidst the ruins of the life he so carefully tried to rebuild, Grian wonders where it had all gone wrong
Words: 2904
Notes: Chapter title is from "Memories" by Thutmose for the Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse movie soundtrack
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Grian looked at Gem as they stood in front of Pearl’s door, his knuckles leaving a tiny dent in the soft, warped fungus wood.
It wasn’t often that Gem came to Grian when things got tough, relying on the other members of the soup group or the closest neighbors to the trio’s somewhat-connected bases. So when Gem dropped by his base, a worried look and an even worried explanation about Pearl, the two hightailed it to Pearl’s alien base. Gem told him that she saw Pearl with glowing lines on her body and that she refused to leave her base after; that was two days ago.
So there they were, patiently waiting for the moth-winged woman to open her door. Ten minutes had gone by and still no Pearl. Grian tried to peek into the first floor, the blackout curtains shielded the room from prying eyes and the light that tried to shine through. “Let me take a flyover real quick, maybe she’s in a different part of her base.”
“Okay, yeah,” Gem said. “I’ll stay here in case she opens the door.”
The wind blew Grian’s fringe out of his face as he shot upwards. Below him, he could see most of the base, all the bright blues of the mushrooms and purples of the plants that stood out against the bright green and orange of her terrain. The copper bridge connecting the two sides of the gorge glinted in the sun and nearly blinded him. He had to blink away the colorful spots it left behind in his vision. But as he glided through the man-made foliage, there was no sign of his sister/friend. There were no traces of a shulker monster (though Pearl was keen on being organized even while building) or the tale-tell signs that she’d been anywhere recently.
“Didn’t find her,” Grian landed, slightly out of breath.
“It’s fine, I’ve almost got the lock undone on her door,” Gem said. Hands poking and prodding at the keyhole to the door.
“Are-Are you trying to pick her door?”
“How else are we going to get in, hm?” Gem pressed her head against the blue fungus, listening for the faint click when the door unlocked. “Because I checked all her windows, they don’t open, and this is the only door to her mushroom tower. So it’s my way or no way. Aha!”
Inside was almost as devoid of life as the outside of Pearl’s base.
Everything was as it had always been, though that couldn’t be said for the vases of flowers that decorated the room. Pearl’s books were lined up neatly on the bookshelves, pillows fluffed up on the couch, a stack of clean dishes in the kitchen, and the lingering smell of an azure bullet candle in the air. Just how Pearl liked it.
“Is she not home?” Gem asked searching for her on the cozy first floor.
“No,” Grian stepped closer to the stairs, eyes straining to see the source of light on the second floor, though he already knows the answer. “She’s here.” With quiet steps, they hesitantly made their way to Pearl’s room, the white light growing more prominent as they got closer. Gem turned her head to follow the streaks of purple that glowed on the walls, they moved up and down, ever so slightly. Where had those come from?
Gem nearly screamed, hand over heart as she backed up into Grian, eyes locked on the eye on the wall. “Gri-Grian.”
He followed where she was looking. An eye had opened on the wall, white sclera glowing nearly as bright as the light atop the stairs and a bright glowing pupil with the symbol he desperately tried to forget. Grian’s heart quickened. He stood frozen, staring at the eye that seemed to only look at him, and felt helpless as Gem was the one to drag him away.
His feet felt heavy, they tripped on the stairs but he kept going. Now wasn’t about him, he can trauma dump on Mumbo or X later, most likely Mumbo, no one else knew of Grian’s history besides the mustached man and the girl he considered his sister.
Grian ran up the stairs, Gem worriedly following behind, hoping that Pearl was safe, hoping that she wasn’t in her watcher form. That was going to be a difficult topic to talk about because it seemed his fears had been true.
In the back of the room, Pearl sat, legs up to her chest and head in her arms, quiet sobs leaving her. The lines Gem had described were what the two were following. They lit up the room and cast dark, distorted shadows over the floor behind them. A golden halo loomed over Pearl’s head, sharp purple crystals floating around the ring and dancing as Pearl cried, catching the light every so often to create the streaks Gem saw in the stairway.
The oldest of the three stood frozen at the entryway, eyes glancing over the room and the eyes that sprouted to stare at them. Pearl’s wings were outstretched and dropped over the floor behind her, and Grian could barely see the pairs of eyes that had appeared there. He could see the black pupils move around as they tried to see something, anything.
“Pearl?” Gem had stepped closer to Pearl, arms tucked close to her chest. “What…What’s wrong? What happened?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t even move to acknowledge her two guests, Pearl’s head was still tucked into her arms, as if she was trying to block out sound.
Grian pushed Gem behind him, wary about how Pearl would react, “Mirina.”
Pearl stopped shaking. Her hands balled into fists above her head and Grian knew that caught her attention. “Don’t…Ever…” Pearl spoke, her voice raspy from crying, but she snapped her head up in anger. Her eyes had lost the soft blue irises and instead were glowing the same brilliant white that glowed along her limbs. “Never say that name!” The lines along her body glowed brighter as if power was coursing through her in the outburst. More eyes popped up along the ceiling and walls, each one staring through Gem and Grian with a glare of hatred only a watcher would have.
“Pearl, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Gem asked. Eyebrows furrowed with worry as Pearl covered her ears again.
“I–I keep hearing them! I can hear them!” Pearl cried trying to push her hands harder against her ears. “I don’t want to hear them! Make it stop! Make it stop!” More eyes sprouted along the walls, each one focusing on the three of them.
“Grian? What’s happening?” Gem asked. “What’s wrong with Pearl? What’s up with the eyes?!”
“Grab her arms before she hurts herself!” Grian finally moved from his spot. One arm prying one of Pearl’s before she hurts herself, “Gem! Hurry!”
“No! NO!” Pearl screamed. “I don’t want to hear them! Make it stop!” Pearl strained against them, hands opening and closing as if she was trying to grasp onto a weapon that didn’t exist. “Xelqua! Stop it! I don’t want to hear them, please! Make it stop!”
Grian nearly faltered at the mention of his other name. It pulled at the eldritch being inside him, the one that began to act up when he saw the eye in the stairway, but he suppressed it further into the far reaches of his mind. He can talk to Mumbo about it later. Right now, Pearl was the main priority, he can deal with himself later. Grian struggled against Pearl’s arm, she was stronger in her watcher form, they all were, and he tried to keep her hand from closing. He didn’t want her to grab her weapon, then they’d all be in trouble. He looked around the room, maybe there was something they could use to knock her out. Yes, it was rude and a bad way to calm their friend down, but it was the only solution he had at the moment.
“Gem! Over there, the flower pot!” Grian yelled over Pearl’s agonized screams.
Gem took a quick look at what Grian was trying to show her. And there, a little bit further than an arm's reach away was a good-sized, heavy, flower pot. A bouquet of poppies drooped from the top but that was the least of her worries. “I–I can’t reach it!”
“I got Pearl! Let go and grab it!” Grian tugged hard on Pearl, dragging her closer to him and giving Gem a chance to grab the nearest ‘weapon.’
With a quick lunge, Gem took hold of the pot and swung it towards her friend. The now dead poppies splashed on the floor and the water soaked Pearl’s back when it made contact with the back of her head. Gem couldn’t see, but she could tell Pearl stopped screaming and she fell forwards. In an instant, the glowing lines had faded back into her skin, the eyes on the walls (and now ceiling and floor) blinked shut, retreating into the walls. The halo above her head faded back into non-existence, leaving the crystals to fall to the floor with a twinkling sound that echoed in the now-silent mushroom tower.
Pearl fell against the jungle wood with a thump. Her eyes closed and her mind unconscious as the two moved her to the bed nearby.
“Grian.” Gem tucked the blankets tighter against her friend before her hardened glare, though more worried than angry, meet Grian’s. “What the heck was that?! Why was Pearl all glowy? Why did she say ‘Xelqua’ or whatever?!” When the man in question tried to deter the conversation, Gem pressed her finger against his chest with a determination Grian couldn’t refute. “And you better answer because Pearl said she would and here we are! So start talking mister.”
Grian sighed, this was going to be a long story to tell.
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It was late afternoon when Grian finished telling Gem, and Gem, she was so patient with him. She sat there and waited, comforted, and kept him on track as he retold his and Pearl’s story. Every time Grian had to pause, had to recollect himself, she didn’t push. Gem just sat there and rested her hand on Grian’s shoulder, letting him know someone was there and that he was safe. They didn’t even notice when Pearl woke up, only turning to her when she began her side, her time with Lady Irene, and the life she lived beneath the goddess.
He wasn’t prepared for a trauma dump that was for sure.
When he told Mumbo what happened to him, Grian had given himself a few days to collect his thoughts, to gather the bits and pieces of his past life he wanted to share. He didn’t want Mumbo to know the full story. Didn’t want to burden him with his past when Mumbo was just barely getting over his. It was nearly the same reason Grian didn’t tell Xisuma.
The Grian that Xisuma knew was a happy-go-lucky guy that loved to be a menace to the world, and whose pranks would bring smiles and laughter to the victims. That Grian was mischievous to release the pent-up magic that wanted a release, a way to satisfy that burning feeling that was left unattended. That Grian was charming and charismatic to those around him that people would naturally gravitate to him, and one of those people was the admin himself.
They were good friends, though that could be said with anyone on the server, everyone knew that they wanted to be more than friends. The end of season six had tension so thick, Grian could’ve cut it with his sword in hindsight, and it wasn’t until the turf war of season seven that they finally confessed their attraction to each other. And my was that a relief off of Grian’s shoulders.
No longer did he have to stare from afar. No longer did he have to rant to his friends about what the admin had done that day with him (and if you had asked Scar, Mumbo, or Iskall their opinions, they would’ve walked away.)
But as the days passed, as more happy moments passed between them, Grian couldn’t bring himself to tell Xisuma about his days as a watcher, about the server he was once admin of–about the lives he’s ended with his own hands.
Grian had built a wall so high that something catastrophic was the only thing able to bring it crashing down.
And there, sitting between the admin and one of his best friends, a head of curly golden hair Grian could recognize anywhere. “Tommy?”
At the sound of his name, the teen turned his head to Grian. Blue eyes met brown as the younger stood from his seat. He was just like Grian remembered, though the child now stood at least a head above him. With bright eyes and rosy cheeks, his mouth hung open in bewilderment as he stepped closer.
“Is that you?” Grian asked when he was just a few blocks away from him. He didn’t want to believe he was here, didn't want to let his head play tricks on his heart. Grian thought he was past hearing Tommy’s laugh, only for it to be his mind playing tricks on him. But when Tommy latched on to him–gangly arms he still has yet to control properly wrapped around his shoulders, head buried in Grian’s neck like he used to when he was a child–Grian knew this was real. His nephew, nearly son, was here. He wasn’t dreaming.
It pained Grian to pull away from the hug, but questions sprang in his head that pounded for answers. “Tommy, how are you here?”
“I’ve been here for almost three weeks,” Tommy said and turned back to the admin. “You didn’t tell anyone about me being here?”
“I wanted to make sure your connection to the server was stable and you weren’t a glitched player,” Xisuma answered. “I had only figured out magic was what let you into the server the other day, whose magic is still a big question left unanswered.”
“Wait–magic?” Grian said.
“X said it could be an admin’s magic,” Tommy stood to the side.
“It could yes,” X looked around. “But there’s a higher possibility that it was a deity of some sort or a watcher, they’re the only ones whose magic is strong enough to create portals like the one you came through.” Xisuma brought his hand up to his chin, “But that still doesn’t explain where the injuries you three sustained when Tommy first came here.”
Iskall looked at the statue at the back of the room that Grian didn’t notice when he first stepped in, but how could he not notice it? It was a pristine white and towered over the room and gave off Irene vibes that clashed with the magic Kristin gave him. The lime green-wearing man closed his eyes and rubbed his face, “Ugh, Xelqua help us all.”
“Indeed,” Xisuma pulled out his admin panel and typed furiously on a screen none of them could see.
Grian’s head snapped to his friend and then lover. Why had they said that? What did they know? Why did it put him on edge? “What?”
“Huh?” Iskall turned to Grian.
Stress turned in her seat, facing the avian that joined their group late. “Hold on–Grian? How do you know Tommy?”
The hermits looked at him, expectant of an answer. It was a good question, Grian had no doubts about that, which needed a good answer, one that would involve revealing his watcher origin story. And he did not want to talk about that, at least not right now. He saw the way they were looking at him, their eyes boring holes in him as he looked for a good enough excuse. But he knows that if he makes up a false story Tommy would call him out. “I–uh, uhm,” Grian stammered.
“He’s my uncle,” Tommy answered.
“Like the one in your story?” Xisuma asked, the admin panel forgotten as it flickered back into nothingness. Grian could tell he was connecting the dots, Doc too, the two of them were too smart for their own good. “The one that got taken by the watcher?” The admin looked between the two red-clad blondes. “The admin, your uncle that was magicked away by the watchers was Grian?”
“Grian, are you a watcher?” Doc finally spoke, the question no one dared to ask but wanted the answer to desperately. Grian couldn’t answer. He had already told one person today and that was enough, but here he stood the attention on him, five pairs of eyes waiting for him to speak. “You are, aren’t you?”
Their expectant gazes were too much for him. Each one leaned forward as if Grian was about to spew the answer faster, but it didn’t. If anything it pressured him even more to flee, which was a good-looking option at the moment. “I-I…Uhm.” Maybe one-day Grian would tell the hermits, let them know about all the trauma that the watchers placed upon Pearl and Grian. Tell them how many players and gods were slain by his hands because of ‘fate’ and ‘the natural order for his goddess. But today was not that day.
Grian took a step back and fired a rocket, leaving the small group behind, leaving his nephew behind.
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Finally! Tommy and Grian meet! Let me know what you guys think, feedback is greatly appreciated!
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I'll Be Your Fortress, E.M.
Synopsis: Eddie takes you to his house when life at your home becomes too turbulent.
Tw: mentions strained parent relationship, alludes to anxiety problems (brief).
He could see the tears welling up in your eyes as soon as you opened the passenger door. The entire ride to his house you had your hands pressed on either side of yourself against the console and door handle trying to ground yourself while the bass of the music vibrated through you. He didn't really know what else to say because the problem remains the same. Your dad was there but might as well have not been there at all, too consumed by work and alcohol to care. Your mom was bitter about the whole thing and you took the brunt of the abuse for it to protect your siblings. So instead of talking he wrapped his hand warmly around yours and whisked you away, if only for tonight.
When you got to his trailer he opened the car door for you and practically lifted you by the waist from the car and to the ground, you leaned into his hold, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck burying your face in his hair. He held you firmly for a few more moments pressing a reassuring kiss to your head. "I love you." you said smiling up at him. He held your teary face in his hands and kissed you hard, "I love you too, go ahead inside babe, it's cold out here." He motioned toward the door, "I'll be right there, I just gotta grab a few things." You bounced up the steps trying desperately to suppress the dread inside of you that the night would end fast and you'd be right back home. You opened the door and wiped away any remaining tears, you took off your shoes and shrugged off your jacket hanging it neatly on the back of a nearby chair. You leaned back on the kitchen table as Eddie shut the door, he made his way inside slowing down briefly to press another kiss to your face. "What do you wanna do?" He asks as he organizes the groceries he had picked up before getting you. "We can just watch a movie if you want, I didn't realize how late it was, I feel kind of bad for calling you." He stops what he's doing to give you his are you kidding me stare. "You know I don't care, I'm glad you called I missed you." you throw your head back smiling and scrunch up your nose and cover your eyes, his sweet words making your stomach do flips. "Could we watch something with a good ending this time??" you ask. "Sure." he quirks an eyebrow at you with a smirk plastered to his lips.
Shortly after you and Eddie had cuddled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching Pretty In Pink. You giggled at a funny scene and Eddie's heart felt as if it might burst, he lifted his hand from your shoulder and brushed your hair back from your forehead to rest his lips on your face. You leaned into him and threw your arm across his middle. "You wanna build a fort?" He asks. You nod excitedly shooting up from the couch and running to Eddie's room for pillows. You run back with your arms full of his best pillows, You flop down on the pile Eddie's made on the floor, "Ten out of Ten, Olympic-level dive really." he says smiling down at you, "I know all that training's finally paying off," you wiggle your eyebrows. He ruffles your hair and stands up to grab the blankets, "Save the best ones to put inside the cave," he huffed tossing down the plethora of cloth. You worked for the next hour or so building the most elaborate fort either of you had ever seen. While you finished the outside, Eddie was thoughtfully assembling the inside making sure to build up the softest and warmest side for you; complete with a string of dim white lights taken from his room. "I think it's done." you sighed contently stepping away from your creation. "It's perfect!" you squealed ducking down to look at the inside, you dropped to your knees and crawled next to Eddie, "your throne awaits princess," he motioned to your side of the fort. You flopped down unceremoniously, he gazed with fondness as you got comfortable, finding a position sitting up slightly on your back against the wall of cushions. "What?" you giggled, feeling his warm stare like the sun in July. "I don't tell you enough how beautiful you are."
"right, only like every five seconds." you blush, holding your arms out for him. He lays down on your chest wrapping his arms tightly around you. He likes feeling your chest move up and down with the steady beat of your heart and the kind stroke of your hand through his hair. It reinforces the fact that your life at home hasn't taken away the gentleness and warmth of the girl he fell in love with. "You doin' ok?" he asks sitting up to look at you. "Yeah," you huff with a smile, "I feel really safe in here... It's weird, I feel like I did when I was little.. like nothing can hurt us if we're in here."
"I feel like that too, though...even without the blankets... I'll always protect you, I'll be your fortress." you pause and look at him, he's grinning that stupidly adorable lop-sided grin when he knows he's said something sappy. "I know you will Eddie."
#eddie is alive#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie stranger things#steve x eddie#stranger things#stranger things au#stranger things 4
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@more-than-a-princess sent: 🎭 - Our muses watch a scary movie (it was only a matter of time until this happened. The question is: will they debate or disagree over their rankings of good vs bad movies?)
When it came to horror movies, it was one of the many things that Minato enjoyed aside from food, blueberries and the paranormal. Anything having to do with horror was Minato’s bread and butter. For movies, his favorite kinds were horror films that involved the paranormal as well as slasher flicks. Normally, every two weeks, Minato would get together with Zero and Takashi and have a movie night together, they would all choose a horror movie and sit through it with snacks -- it was a good way to see what kinds of horror movies his friends and fellow co-investigators enjoyed.
it also showed him what exactly it was that scared them which helped give him a better idea of the limitations of fear that his friends could handle, something he always took note of every time they had a movie night. With a prior knowledge of what could truly scare the other two, it gave him a better sense of who to pick for certain rooms depending on how intense the hauntings were every time there was a new investigation, and of course, because it was fun. Sadly, this week, the other two were busy, just when he thought he’d be watching movies alone, a thought came to mind, what if he invited his girlfriend? Thinking about it, Him and Sonia had never really had the time to watch a movie together before due to their fluxuating schedules, well aware that she might be busy, he took a chance and called asking if she wanted to come over to his place for a movie date.
Expecting her to be too busy to accept, he was pleasantly surprised to hear that he had in fact, been wrong, she just so happened to have a couple days off of her royal duties, she had apparently just finished attending an important summit regarding some associates of her family that were staying in Japan right now, he didn’t know the details, but overall, was just happy to hear that she was free. After she confirmed to him that she would be coming over, Minato ended the call after Sonia had told him that she’d be there in an hour or so. The movie they would be watching, was the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre that film that Netflix has released.
With an extra hour to prepare, Minato got in his car and took a trip to the store to grab some extra snacks, a mix of his favorite snacks as well as Sonia’s favorites, luckily for him, he had remembered the store she always went to that had high-end snacks that she was familiar with, it had been a place she had shown him, thanks to his mental note he made of it, the store was a place he was now very familiar with. With an assortment of snacks picked out, Minato paid and took his leave, got into his car and made his way back just as his phone went off, the screen lighting up with her contacts photo he had set for her -- a picture of the two of them taken together on their final day of their trip to Cape May, the place where it all began for the happy couple. In the picture, Sonia was in his arms, his hands wrapped gently around her waist, hands rested on her stomach as they smiled nicely at the camera.
Just as Minato finished setting up the dinner table, he heard the sound of his custom door bell -- the sound of the low tolling of a church bell followed by evil laughter causing him to chuckle, he was too amused by his customized door bell. Walking towards the door, he unlocks it.
[{ 🦋 }] - “Sonia-Chan! Hey!” Leaning in, he plants a kiss on her lips before letting her inside.
[{ 🦋 }] - “I’m so glad you could come today. I went ahead and got us a bunch of snacks already, so feel free make yourself at home and grab a plate and help yourself.” After locking the door behind her, Minato points over at the kitchen, the dining table set up neatly, all the snacks organized and displayed in a potluck food platter-styled set up.
Minato had already made his plate, and somehow managed to control his hunger until she had arrived. He didn’t mind waiting for her, she could take her time making her plate, they had lots of time today. Once she was ready, he waited for the blonde to join him on the couch.
[{ 🦋 }] - “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre film series before right? Well this is the new one that Netflix released. I’m expecting a lot of super cool, gory, messy deaths!” He was a bit more excited than any normal person would be when talking about gore in horror movies. While Minato liked and respected Netflix, he honestly didn’t have much faith in Netflix movies, but he’d wait until he saw the movie first before being the judge of it.
[{ 🦋 }] - “Ready to start?” He asks, taking a few moments for her to adjust and get comfortable as he waited for her answer, whenever she was ready, he hit the play button, and the movie began. The build up didn’t take too long, and the first death scene happened, in very gruesome fashion.
[{ 🦋 }] - “Awww man, look at how many chunks came off of him!” He comments, laughing a bit at the grotesque and violent display before grabbing a handful Blueberry Hello Panda cookies and stuffing them in his mouth.
The movie continued, but Minato began to notice.. well, quite a few flaws. Like for example, the acting was subpar at best, and the characters, didn’t really seem that interesting to him -- nothing more than overly-dressed hipsters with eyes glued to their phone, there was hardly any character depth, but at least the kills so far had been brutal, gory and extremely violent, hopefully, it would improve, though it wasn’t that long of a movie.
[{ 🦋 }] - “The kills are freaking awesome! But I don't know about this plot, the writing is a bit of a mess, and we’ve seen a lot of overused clichés, a bit disappointing so far. Hm... what do you think so far?”
#more-than-a-princess#ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ sᴇᴇ -- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ (Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x Sᴏɴɪᴀ) - |ᴍᴏʀᴇ-ᴛʜᴀɴ-ᴀ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss|#ᴠ: Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴏʟ's Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ (MAɪɴ/Pᴏsᴛ-P4UA)#Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Mʏ OWN Fᴀᴛᴇ (IC)#//Oh yeah! and it is totally happening now!#//Time for movie critic mode!#//Will they agree?#//Or agree to disagree?#//more at 11!#//funny enough I actually watched this movie#//And its horrible lmao#//So what better movie for them to critique than this? XD#//I also assumed they would have had their first kiss already too if thats cool?#//watch them both get excited when a violent kill happens lol#//good thing he has no neighbors -- they would be very concerned lol
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