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munsonsbabygirl · 2 years

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pretty hot

part 2: even hotter | part 3: hotter than ever

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You want the lead guitarist of the new band playing The Hideout, and he wants you too.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, some plot but mainly smut, p in v sex, handjob, oral (m receiving), face fucking, semi public sex, kinda rough sex, cum eating?? idk (lmk if i missed anything!)

wc: 3.9k

a/n: my first smutfic!!! pls let me know what u think, feedback is highly appreciated! other than that, enjoy my horny late night thoughts.

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You don’t really care much for the live bands that your boss hired to play at the bar most nights. Most of them are mediocre at best, just teenagers looking for some extra money, or washed up old timers trying to relive their glory days.

But judging them isn’t your job, your job is to serve shitty bar food to drunk patrons, occasionally flashing a little more skin to bring in more money. It’s not your dream job, but every so often, you come off a shift with a nice wad of tips that would most likely go towards rent and bills.

You don’t care much for any of the bands, except this new one—Corroded Coffin. Mainly their lead guitarist.

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You're restocking napkins before opening when the band stumbles in loudly, arms laden with music equipment.

Normally, you don't pay the bands any mind, but when you happen to glance over, you clock in on one of the members immediately. He's taller than the rest of his bandmates, broad-shouldered with a head of wild dark hair and equally as dark eyes that meet yours from across the dingy bar in a split second.

"Hi," He calls, raising a ringed hand in greeting. "We're supposed to be playing here tonight?"

You merely shrug, jerking your chin over at the tiny stage area. "You guys can set up over there. do whatever you need to."

He nods curtly, gaze lingering on yours for a tad longer before offering you a wicked grin and herding his bandmates towards where you'd gestured at.

You try not to watch him as he moves smoothly around the cramped space, plugging in amps, testing mics, tuning guitars, all while fooling around with his bandmates and looking strangely attractive doing it.

But you can't help it. your eyes drift back over to him every so often. He's different from all the sleazy, greasy drunks you've seen in this dump of a bar, as cliche as it sounds, and that's what piques your interest. You're not sure if it's the ripped jeans or the leather jacket, or even the wild mane of hair framing his face, but your attention is caught.

No, he's definitely hot.

"Uh, excuse me?" You're so deep in your own thoughts you don't notice that he's made his way from the stage to where you've been refilling ketchup bottles behind the bar until you hear his voice from right in front of you. Your eyes flick to meet his kohl lined ones, and your first thought is how fucking good he looks with eyeliner. Maybe even better than yourself. "Hi."

"Hi." You echo, praying that you don't sound too breathless. "What's up?"

"I'm Eddie. Munson.”

“Nice to meet you. Y/N.” You reply, arching an eyebrow at him. “Can I help you with something?”

“Me? Nah, I just wanted to introduce myself to the hottest girl in here.” He smirks, leaning on the sticky countertop.

You look around at the dim bar. Eddie’s band is goofing off in the corner, and your coworkers are out back taking a smoke break before opening, so his effort at being suave kind of falls flat. “I’m the only girl in here, Eddie Munson.”

“Yeah, I see that now,” He cringes, head hanging low in defeat for a split second before popping back up. “There goes my attempt at impressing you with my witty charm, huh?”

“Charm, not so much. Wit? I’ll give you a solid B plus for delivery.” You laugh, and he perks up instantly, beaming proudly. He seems into you. That’s good. You mirror his propped up position on the counter, although your low cut top proves a worthy distraction for Eddie’s attention. You notice his not-so-subtle glance down at your tits, then the bob of his Adam’s apple as he gulps and tries to make it look like he wasn’t looking at them. “So. You’re in a band. Tell me about it.”

“Well, we’re, uh, we’re called Corroded Coffin. We’re mainly heavy metal, but we can do a few classic rock songs. Mainly just covers for now since we’re still in the writing phases.”

“I can’t say that I know much heavy metal.”

“Maybe we—maybe I can teach you some things.”

“Maybe you can,” You hum, tilting your head innocently at him. You’re not talking about heavy metal anymore, and you both know it.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink, but he does his best to hide it. Clearing his throat forcefully, he raps his knuckles on the bar, then jerks his thumb over to the stage area. “I should—I’m gonna…soundcheck.”

“Go ahead.” You shrug, but your eyes tell a different story. Your eyes are saying things that he knows he can’t say out loud. (hint: you want him. Double hint: he wants you too.)

“I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here.”

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Eddie’s eyes barely leave yours during Corroded Coffin’s set, and even less so as the band is packing up their instruments. It only takes them a few minutes to get everything squared up and tucked away, but it’s agony to wait until everyone trickles out of the bar.

One of his bandmates orders a round of celebratory beers that you get to bring over to them, purposely reaching across Eddie to pass one down and giving him a full view of your chest. You even go so far as to let yourself brush against him on your way back, which he damn near chokes on his drink at.

You keep tabs on him as you mill around clearing tables, watching as he constantly shifts around in order to hide the hard on you can definitely see from here. He somehow convinces his bandmates to leave without him, muttering some bull excuse about needing to stay to iron out some money details before next week, and they eat it up without a second thought.

When they finally leave, Eddie beelines towards you instantly, only coming to an antsy stop mere inches from you as you clear off a table. As soon as you’re done, he pushes his way between you and the next table, snatching the dish tub out of your hands and shoving it haphazardly behind him.

“Did you like it?” He asks breathlessly, letting his fingers sneak under the hem of your shirt.

You nod. “‘S good.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He mumbles, leaving no room for further discussion before he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his boner against your bare thigh, and you smirk, grabbing his hand and pulling him in the direction of the back exit.

He's so pretty, you think, as you're stumbling out the back door with Eddie pressed against your back. The fenced area behind the bar is secluded, so you probably won't get caught unless someone made it a point to come out here, which nobody ever did. Even so, there's just something about fucking Eddie out in the open air that seems exhilarating. Maybe it's the thrill of possibly being caught, or maybe it's just because you haven't gotten laid in a while. Either way, Eddie's the perfect solution to all your problems.

He's really fucking pretty, you think, as he pushes you gently against the brick wall of the bar and cages you in with an arm on either side of your head. As his dark brown eyes glint in the moonlight and the smell of musky cologne, sweat, and a tinge of cigarette smoke invades your senses.

No, he's really fucking hot, you think, as his mouth finally closes in over yours in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue with no hesitation. You can taste the beer he'd downed right before this, and also something minty. Gum, maybe.

You don't have time to contemplate it any further before Eddie's kissing down the column of your throat, the warmth of his lips against your cold skin sending a shiver through you. One of his hands manages to trap both your wrists, and he presses them above your head as he sucks a bruise onto your neck. His tongue darts out to soothe the tender spot right after, and you can't help but let out a shaky breath. He's good. He knows what he's doing.

You know what you're doing too. You want to show him.

You tug him away from your neck, enjoying the way his brows crease in confusion when you do. Sinking down on your knees, you drag your hands down his chest, along his stomach, all the way until you’re eye level with his handcuff belt buckle, fingers immediately going to undo it.

"What—what are you doing?" He mumbles.

"Gonna suck you off." You say casually, looking up at him innocently through your lashes. Eddie's mouth falls open just the slightest bit. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. yes, that's—shit, that's definitely okay."

"Good." You manage to loosen his belt enough to pull his jeans down around his thighs. There's more tattoos here, you notice, each of them more interesting than the last. Maybe you'll ask him about them another time, if there ever is another time. His boxers are sporting a rather prominent bulge, and you ghost your fingers over it gently, a smile curving your lips when it twitches at your touch. "I've barely touched you, Eddie." You tsk, voice teasing.

"Can't help it. You're hot.” His answer is so simple, yet sends a flutter through your cunt.

You finally tug the offending material down and his cock springs out, slapping against his stomach. He's bigger than you thought he'd be. It looks painful, all angry red and rock hard, beads of precum already gathering around the tip. Eddie curses when you run a finger along the vein running almost his entire length, his hips involuntarily bucking.

"Such a pretty cock." You hum, tapping the base of it with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you. Now can you—can you do something? please???"

"Whatever you want, rockstar."

You wrap a hand around his length, pumping him quickly. Eddie's eyes squeeze shut with a hitched breath.

"Fuck," He breathes, his hands forming into fists at his sides. Barely ten seconds into a handjob and Eddie feels like he could explode. Not cool, dude, he thinks, keep it together. You rub your thumb across the slit of his dick, smearing the precum along his tip before licking it—not too hard, but just enough to send another jolt through him.

Your hand works him expertly for a while before ceasing in jacking him off, and Eddie's cock jumps, both at the loss of contact and the cold night air now that the warmth of your hand is gone. His eyes fly open, glancing down at you with a frustrated expletive threatening to fall from his lips.

You take his whole cock into your mouth without warning, and he cries out at the feeling, throwing his head back against the brick. He's warm and heavy against your tongue, almost too long to fit into your mouth entirely, but you make it work. His grunts and moans are making you wet—you can feel your arousal dampening your panties the longer you suck him off.

Eddie's fingers come to grip the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he bucks his hips against your mouth suddenly. Not expecting it, you gag, one hand flying up to clutch at the rough denim of his jeans as his tip hits the back of your throat. He retreats instantly, loosening his grip on your hair.

"Shit, sorry, i didn't mean to—"

"Do it again." You mumble, dragging your nails lightly down the backs of his thighs.

"What?"

"Fuck my mouth, Eddie."

He gulps, gaze taking in your wide doe eyes looking up at him whilst your spit slick lips are hollowed around half his cock. "Yeah. Okay. I can—sure."

Eddie thrusts into your mouth again, tentatively at first, like he's testing out the waters, then with more enthusiasm when he sees that you're really, really enjoying it. After that, it's like his hips have a mind of its own with they way he fucks your mouth. Spit bubbles around your lips as he does, sloppy, wet sounds only spurring him on even more.

Your eyes water, your nose nudges against the smattering of coarse, dark hair at the base of him, but honestly, you don't hate it. Especially not with the way his eyes are blissfully squeezed shut.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you're good—ah, shit, shit, fuck, Y/N. Baby," He moans in rhythm with his every thrust. He's the one doing the work, but he's giving you all the credit, which is fine by you.

Baby. The pet name makes your thighs clench, even more so with the rasp in his voice as he utters it over and over again.

It doesn't take long for Eddie to shoot his load, and he does it without warning, warm ropes of his cum painting the back of your throat as his hips stutter to a stop. He pries his eyes open to see you gazing up at him through your lashes, milky white on your tongue for a split second before you swallow it. He thinks he might cum again at the sight of it.

You inch your way up his body, straightening up to your full height before mashing your lips on his in a rough kiss. He tastes himself on your tongue as your mouth moves against his fiercely, and he's instantly hard as a rock again.

"D'you have a condom?" You ask breathlessly, trailing down to bite at a soft spot right under the sharp angle of his jaw. Eddie doesn't even hasten a response, just fumbles in his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a wrinkled foil packet. You can't help but stifle a snort of amusement at his eagerness, plucking it out of his hand. "Didn't think you'd actually have one."

"Well, you know what they say. wrap it before you tap it." He mumbles sheepishly, tongue darting out to lick his kiss-swollen lips.

"Wrap it before—you're a dork. Shut up." You order, meeting his lust-blown gaze with a smirk as you tear the packet open with your teeth. Eddie shuts up instantly. His breath hitches even more so when your hand wraps around his dick again, pumping it a few times before expertly sliding the condom on.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt, but linger. "Wait, I just—are you sure you're okay with this?"

No matter how much Eddie wants to fuck you into oblivion, he won't until you give him the go ahead.

"Eddie. I just gave you head, and let you fuck my mouth. I don't know how much clearer I can be."

"I know, but—"

You fix him to the spot with a pointed look. "I need you inside me. now."

Shit, you don't have to tell him twice.

Eddie shifts your panties to the side (thank Ozzy for skirts, one less piece of clothing he has to get through), lining himself up with your entrance and taking in a deep breath that comes back out as a sharp exhale as he sheathes himself inside you slowly. It feels...well, Eddie can't quite come up with the words to describe how you feel, that's how good you feel.

He bottoms out, balls pressed flush against the slickness of your cunt, and he stays there, sinewy muscles taut as he braces himself against the wall behind you.

"Oh, fuck," He bites out, feeling your fingers link around the back of his neck. "Okay, going now."

He really is the biggest dork, telling you when he's finally about to start fucking you, but you don't mind. You think it's cute. Or, you would think it's cute if he weren't balls deep inside you right now.

"Eddie," You whimper, his name falling from your lips more like a plea than anything else as he rocks into you. His pace is immediately relentless, hips snapping against yours so quickly you think you might collapse if not for his hands pinning you against the rough brick wall, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips.

There would probably be bruises where his hands gripped you, but if it meant he'd keep fucking you like this, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"You like that, huh?" He hums. You just clench around him in response, making him let out a deep, guttural groan. "Jesus, you feel fucking amazing. Squeezing around me like that."

Your mind is so scrambled you can't even produce a coherent response as he fucks you mercilessly, so you resort to giving his dark curls a harsh tug.

Big mistake.

"Oh, you want it harder?" Eddie growls. "I can do that." Without wasting a second, he shifts his feet into a wider stance, one hand coming down under your thigh to wrap your leg around his waist. It allows him to plow deeper into you, so deep that you're sure you can feel him in your stomach, his cock nudging against the spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

The other hand shoves under your shirt, under your bra, and squeezes your tit, the rough pad of his thumb circling over your beaded nipple over and over. It sends a spasm straight down to your cunt, which just makes you clench around him even more. Eddie groans, in heaven from the feel of your velvety walls tightening around his cock deliciously.

"Fuck, Eddie, you're so big—oh my god, yes, yes, right there," Your moans only egg him on even further, encouraging words giving him the strength he needs to fuck up into you even faster, so fast that his balls slap against your skin with every thrust. Your arousal makes a lewd squelching sound every time they do, and Eddie swears it's the hottest thing he’s ever heard.

You don’t even know how long he fucks you for, the only thing your mind is focused on is how fucking good it feels. How completely inappropriate this is. How much you don’t want to stop.

“You’re just a horny little thing, aren’t you, baby? Yeah, you just want me to fuck you til you forget your own name, don’t you?” He mewls against the junction of your neck where his face is shoved into, nipping at the sweaty skin until you let out another borderline pornographic moan.

The feeling of his teeth biting into you, coupled with the intensity and speed of his cock spearing into you, it’s enough for you to start inching your way to your climax.

“I—I’m almost, oh my fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum,” You cry, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the pure pleasure of it all. Eddie inhales a sharp breath when your cunt squeezes him again, because shit, he’s almost there too. But he’s dead set on making you cum before he does, so he starts to rut against you faster, harder, with more determination than he’s ever had in his life.

You let out a strangled scream, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the flexing planes of his back to find something, anything to hold onto as he fucks you ruthlessly. “Please, please let me—feels so good, Eddie, please!”

You're ascending into the astral plane, you've died and gone to heaven (or hell, probably), you're going up, up, up, until—

"I'm gonna—shit, fuck, I’m coming—" Eddie’s low grunts are punctuated with shorter, sharper thrusts as he reaches his high, flooding the condom with his warm seed, so warm that you can feel it inside you. And that's what sends you over the edge, like a roller coaster finally going over its biggest drop. "Oh, baby, c'mon. Come for me, you got it. Let go."

Your eyes roll up into the back of your head in unbridled ecstasy, legs trembling with the force of your orgasm whilst Eddie continues to fuck you through it. When you've finally reached the bottom, you can't even bring yourself to open your eyes, head lolling onto Eddie's shoulder in exhaustion. He slides his palm over the nape of your neck, up the back of your head, supporting it even though he's weak now too.

"That was..." You mumble, voice muffled against his jacket. You don't even have words to describe it.

"Yeah," He agrees, chest heaving against yours. The two of you stay like this for a while, Eddie still sheathed inside you as you both recover from what just happened.

When Eddie finally does pull out, you instantly feel empty. You can also feel your cum rolling down your leg, but he's quick to scoop it up with two fingers, taking them into his mouth hungrily before sliding your panties back over your wrecked cunt. They’re absolutely soaked now, but it’s not something he needs to concern himself with. "You taste heavenly, baby."

A shudder runs through your body at his filthy words, but you’re still too exhausted to formulate a witty retort. All you can do is lean away from him in a fruitless attempt to fix your extremely disheveled hair.

Eddie tries again, ducking down to meet your downturned gaze. "You look real pretty all fucked out like this, y'know," He croons, trailing a pale hand down your flushed cheek. His cold rings feel nice on your hot skin. You give in, rolling your eyes at him playfully.

"Shut up."

He just chuckles, kissing the side of your head softly, surprisingly soft for someone who just fucked you into the next lifetime. “We should do this again sometime.”

“We should.” You agree, extracting yourself from the cage of his arms with a pat to his leather clothed chest. “I’ll see you next week, Eddie Munson.”

“Wait, that’s it? I just had the best sex of my life and all I get is a ‘see you next week’?” He splutters, nearly tripping over himself as he yanks his pants back up around his waist. “That’s so not fair, Y/N, come on.”

“I have to get back inside to close up. Sorry.” You say simply, but the pleased smirk gracing your lips tells him you’re enjoying his floundering a little too much. Eddie huffs, raking a hand through his sweaty hair.

“I see how it is. Okay.” He straightens out his jacket, frowning, and you know he’s a little upset, so you close the distance between the two of you (very shakily, you might add—you’re a little unsteady on your legs from the sheer size of him), slotting your mouth against his in a kiss. It’s softer than the ones during sex, but still firm.

Eddie’s hand immediately slides around the back of your neck again, biting at your lip and taking your gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You pull away from him before it can get too heated, loosening your grip on the front of his shirt with a dazed smile.

Fishing the pen out from behind your ear (how it managed not to fall out during your escapade with Eddie, you have no godly clue), you wrap your hand around Eddie’s wrist, scrawling your phone number up his forearm messily. “Call me. Before next week, preferably. But if you choose not to, I’ll just see you then.”

“I’ll call you.” He says quickly—too quickly. Damnit, Munson, play it cool!

“Good to know. Bye, Eddie.”

“I’ll be back.” He repeats his words from earlier, although this time, they mean something different this time. I’ll be back for you.

“I’ll be here.” I’ll be here for you too.

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heeverseblog · 11 months

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body on me- jake sim au

pairing: pastor’s son!jake x church girl! reader

synopsis: everyone sees you and jake as the perfect, god-fearing couple of your town. but what they didn’t know was you’re not as innocent as you seem to be.

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp i guess????

warnings: semi-public sex, a bit of church themes (skip this fic if you’re uncomfortable), y/n’s mother is kind of a bad mother

listen to this to amp up the spice:

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“Food for the stomach and the stomach for food, and God will destroy them both.” The body, however, is not meant for sexual immorality but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body.

your mother reads the verse before closing the bible, “remember children, your body does not belong to anyone else. it only belongs to the lord our god. if you ever enter marriage, remember that you do not own your spouse’s body. it is the lord’s and his alone.”

everyone nods their heads. you, however, didn’t and your mother must have noticed this.

“right, y/n?”

bullshit.

you nod your head.

“that is all for today. remember to write your own reflection essays and we will be sharing them next week.”

everyone said their farewells. you stayed behind to help fix the chairs. the other kids from the different circle helped you too. including the pastor’s son, jake.

you lifted one chair to put it on top of the other. you were surprised when a hand held yours. that hand with prominent veins belonged to one person only.

“hi.” jake smiles innocently at you and you gave him the same sweet smile.

everyone was familiar of the status you both had. being the pastor’s son and the daughter of the head of the church group. every kid looked up to you two, being the sweet, god-fearing couple.

but what people didn’t know is that your innocent gazes are merely a façade of your true desires.

you kept staring at jake’s veiny hands. with his sleeves rolled up, you were getting more turned on.

judging by how you were looking at him, jake leans closer to your ear, “follow me.”

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your back was pushed to the wall of the stockroom as jake attacked you with harsh kisses. you pull him closer to you as the intense feeling began to build up. jake placed his knee on your clothed core and you began grinding on it.

“oh god!”

“y/n, we shouldn’t use the lord’s name in vain.”

you fastened your movements which made jake groan before he kisses your neck then back to your lips. he bites your lower lip and enters his tongue once you opened your mouth.

“j-jake…a-aah!”

jake unbuttons your blouse then fondles your breasts. next, he unclasps your bra and lets it fall on the floor. you tug on jake’s shirt and he began unbuttoning it. both of you were bare and you slowly touched each other’s bodies with admiration.

“you’re so beautiful.” jake says before diving back into your mouth. he slid one of his fingers in your pussy and you moaned at the feeling. you can feel yourself releasing your juices as jake fastens his pace.

“jake. p-please.” you whine and jake just lets out this breathy laugh. he kept drawing circles in your clit and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes back due to the pleasure.

“anything for my angel.”

jake gets on his knees and doesn’t waste time in eating you out. you hiss at the feeling of him making

“o-ooh!”

jake immediately unbuckles his belt and when his member was on display. he removes your panties then inserts himself inside you. both of you groan at the feeling before you slowly grind your hips forward.

“f-fuck…”

“you sound hot when cursing.” you say out of breath and wrap your legs on jake’s waist.

jake turns you around and you felt more euphoric than ever. you knew jake liked it when you take him from behind and you love him for remembering that about you.

“s-so close…a-aah!” you held one of your breasts, hoping it’ll stimulate your orgasm but jake immediately grabs your hand and holds it instead.

jake presses his chest on your back and both of you were basically out of breath

“who do you belong to?” jake whispers in your ear.

“y-you. i-i’m only yours.”

jake continues pounding you from behind and reached for his head and brushed your fingers on his hair.

“are you mine, jakey?”

jake growls in your ear “i’ll always be yours,” and pounds harder behind you.

“o-ooh! shit!”

you turn your head and jake gave you a passionate kiss as he slow down his pace, both of you reaching your highs.

both of you took slow breaths, pulling each other closer to feel the intimacy and warmth of your bodies together.

“i love you.” you say in between breaths. you can feel jake smile at you from behind and he kisses the side of your head.

“i love you. you did so well for me.”

minutes later, both of you changed back into your clothes but the sexual mood hasn’t gone yet.

jake hugged you from behind and gave you wet kisses on the side of your neck.

“jake…”

you can feel his hands going inside the skirt of your dress and touch the waistband of your panties.

“jake, we literally just had sex.”

“but i’ll be away for a week. i’m going to miss you.”

you chuckle and turn around, “you can always call me,” then you lean into jake’s ear, “and we can talk all night long.”

you can see jake’s ears turn red, “and have my dad hear our noises in a church retreat? no, thank you.”

jake kisses you slow, his hand holding your back. you let out a soft moan when jake brushes his lips at your neck.

“only i get to hear those pretty noises.” jake says in between breaths.

“jake, really…we have to go.”

jake pouts and you couldn’t help but melt and give him another kiss. it would be a sin to lie that you weren’t needy over jake as he is with you.

“don’t know how i’ll survive the week without you.”

“should i just tell my dad i’m sick?”

“no, you have to go. and if you are sick, who’s going to take care of you?”

“hm…let me guess. you.”

both of you ended up doing a cute make out that soon turned into a lustful one.

later on, you ended up giving each other oral and one more round with you riding on jake as you rock your hips fast. you cover his mouth from his moans and constant pleases, smiling that finally it was you making him beg for you.

but sadly, both of you went back after your session or else your mother will go frantic with you missing.

“y/n, dear.” your mother calls you, being happy when she sees you with jake.

“we’ve been looking for you. where have you been?”

“y/n was helping me organize the documents, mrs. l/n.”

“oh is that so? well, you know my daughter. always one to help with people’s needs.”

you can see jake smirking, knowing he understood that statement in a different way.

“jake, son.”

jake’s mother calls him and tells him that they’ll be heading home.

“excuse me.”

jake passes by you and your mother and subtly brushes his finger on yours. you both look at each other before parting your separate ways.

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stenoodie · 8 months

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Use the reverse canary mission website and you can find the discord here

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PETITIONS

Petition · Demand the Opening of Rafah Border Crossing to Protect Gaza Civilians · Change.org

Resistbot Petition: Reconsider classification of HAMAS: Promote dialogue for peace.

Sign now to support Rep. Rashida Tlaib’s calls to enforce human rights law (actionnetwork.org)

Tell Congress: HANDS OFF YEMEN! - CODEPINK - Women for Peace

Tell Congress: No More “Aid” To Israel! - CODEPINK - Women for Peace

Resistbot Petition: Proof of genocidal intent from zionism.observer. End military aid, Ceasefire now

Petition · Demand Immediate Release of Mansour Shouman from Israel Government and IDF · Change.org

THINGS BY OR FROM PALESTINIANS TO SUPPORT

Palestinian movies

the 10 best Palestinian movies - IMDb

15 Palestinian Films you should watch (gqmiddleeast.com)

10 Award-Winning Palestinian Films Everyone Should Watch | MILLE (milleworld.com)

10 great Palestinian films to watch right now (for free) | Esquire Middle East – The Region’s Best Men’s Magazine (esquireme.com)

Artists

Alaa Albaba (@albaba.alaa) • Instagram photos and videos

halima aziz (@palestinianartist) • Instagram photos and videos

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Palestinian Authors

Adaina Shibli

Susan Abul Hawa

Mourid Barghouti

Mohammed El-Kurd

Hala Alyan

Music

Mohammed Assaf

11 Palestinian independent musicians you need to listen to right now: from The Synaptik to 47Soul (thenationalnews.com)

Culture

Culture of Palestine - Fanack.com

Palestinian Social Customs and Traditions | IMEU

Palestinian Culture (gopalestine.org)

FOOD

Palestinian Food: Top 13 Dishes - TasteAtlas

Palestinian Food: 12 Must-Try Dishes of Palestine | Travel Food Atlas

Food of Palestine - Welcome To Palestine

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza #ceasefire #part 1

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P&O Cruises MV Ventura to Amsterdam - Day 3 (#BackAtSea Pt 3)

P&O Cruises MV Ventura to Amsterdam – Day 3 (#BackAtSea Pt 3)

On Day 3 of my P&O Cruises trip to Amsterdam aboard MV Ventura, we spent the day docked in Amsterdam. So I headed ashore to take in the sights, both from land and from the city’s canals aboard one of the famous and iconic Lovers Canal Cruises boats! This day also included Celebration Night and a country music revue with singer Laura Evans! (more…)

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#amsterdam #cruise #cruise food #cruise holiday #cruise ship #cruise vlog #p&o cruises #p&o food #p&o ventura #travel #trip vlog #video #vlog #Youtube

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techs-ass · 7 months

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Resources on Palestinian/Israeli conflict

Hey there, hi there! Some of ya'll may have noticed that I've been reblogging a lot about the Palestinian genocide. As I've been keeping an eye out for news/resources I have found that a lot of links and information is scattered and could be really confusing for a lot of people! So I've tried my best to make a comprehesive list on all you need to know on the Palestinian genocide.

Not sure what's going on?? Here are some links that provide some basics on what the conflict is and about (don't worry, I have tested all of these links myself for safety!): https://www.palestineis.org/learn (No email required and my personal favorite!) https://www.notion.so/bfpnola/Free-Palestine-Study-Guide-for-Beginners-c487b7350ce549fba8b29596260ce0ff (Requires Email) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRRck70tLNE/?igshid=MWZjMTM2ODFkZg%3D%3D&img_index=6 (leads to Instagram) https://www.cfr.org/global-conflict-tracker/conflict/israeli-palestinian-conflict (No Email)

Here are some links what has happened in the past month (Also tested by me): https://www.aljazeera.com/news/liveblog/2023/10/13/israel-hamas-live-iran-says-new-fronts-may-open-if-gaza-bombing-continues https://www.theguardian.com/world/2023/oct/14/gaza-civilians-afraid-to-leave-home-after-bombing-of-safe-routes https://news.un.org/en/tags/israel-palestine https://apnews.com/article/israel-palestinians-gaza-hamas-airstrikes-cabinet-beb1fa2b9e4ede6cf4568dd6c86ff11a https://www.hrw.org/news/2023/10/12/israel-white-phosphorus-used-gaza-lebanon https://twitter.com/treyyingst/status/1712208254476890591?s=46&t=MoWydvbAai1I_A9N12f3zw https://www.pbs.org/newshour/amp/show/gaza-cut-off-from-food-water-and-fuel-as-israels-punishing-bombardment-continues

and there is plenty more. I actively encourage all of you to do your own research as well.

How can you help? CONTACT YOUR GOVERNMENT AND TELL THEM TO STOP THE GENOCIDE OF PALESTINIANS!!! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hpHkM9KlH5Yn3xq7nk9xfPtIkWZDblWnCKD8xt5DBx0/mobilebasic#?fbclid=PAAaaNNWOuCf7UgEJmGMhzNh1VTMVHNleVMs-czt9S1JelIIyVJerufvpsB3Q_aem_AUiNDWjJCUEhQx7FoqsbmCh9ZXMmAQR36h3pJIALZsPZtf7n0iLx2vGtw3CYXov0fkE This is a google document with an ENTIRE list of easily accessible government agency links + news + other resources. It even contains scripts you can use in order to email/call!

Donate if you can: https://www.map.org.uk/donate/donate (Medical Aid For Palestinians) https://pcrf1.app.neoncrm.com/forms/gaza-relief (Child Relief Fund) https://islamic-relief.org/appeals/palestine-emergency-appeal/ (Supplies for Palestinians)

and most importantly, Speak up!!!! Speak!!! Up!!! Currently the Palestinians have no internet and no voice!! There is active suppression about the Palestinian genocide on ALL social media sites! Even if you don't have a lot of followers, even if you think no one will care, keep yelling! Keep speaking up!! Keep spreading the word!!! Do not let the Palestinian people be forgotten!

I know this my usual page stuff. But this is not something you can hide from. It's not something you can ignore or cut yourself off from. This is not politics. It's genocide. It is an infringement on human rights. As humans it is our duty and responsibility to stand up against the injustices to our fellow man. It is our duty to hold each other accountable and stand as a united front as humans. We are stronger together.

Last and most importantly, :flag_ps: FREE PALESTINE :flag_ps:

#palestine #free palestine #jujutsu kaisen #human rights #israel #genocide #resources #palestinians #gaza strip #save gaza #gazaunderattack #anti zionisim #I stand with palestine #israel hamas war #hamas

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halle bailey. she/her. ciswoman. ›spotted at the met steps , nevaeh ivy james , most likely listening to in a sentimental mood by ella fitzgerald with their airpods pro . the twenty three year old gained quite a reputation , known to be reclusive yet spontaneous to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the shadow from the refrigerator light in the kitchen late at night, dirt underneath fingernails from picking vegetables in the garden, the kind of warmth that only comes from a hot stove or warming oven followed by burning cinnamon and vanilla candles . latest nepoupdates article talks about the youngest james’ sister abandoning her solo career after suffering from panic attacks on stage ( true ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

━━━━━━━━━ 💟 B A S I C S :

full name: nevaeh ivy james

nickname(s): ivy, vaeh

age: twenty - three .

ethnicity: african american .

gender: cis woman .

pronouns: she / her .

orientation: biromantic / bisexual .

occupation: ( retired ) musician / food journalist & content creator .

language(s) spoken: only fluent in english but learns phrases and basic verb conjugations when traveling so that they can interact with those native to the country she’s visiting .

━━━━━━━━━ 💟 P E R S O N A I L I T Y :

absolutely hates being perceived . it’s funny because she’s the walking personification of anxiety but is still incredibly spontaneous, but that’s mainly because her decision comes from her anxiety . she believes the drastic measures she’s taking are the only way she can get away from the problems she’s making up in her mind which isn’t the case at all but it’s been working for her so far so no complaints . she’s very guarded, doesn’t like talking about her, doesn’t like sharing, would much rather sit in silence but will also happily listen to you talk about yourself if it means she doesn’t have to talk about what her favorite things are . she’s constantly scared of saying/doing the wrong thing or anything that goes against the norm . a chronic people pleaser until she gets it wrong then she just completely avoids the situation/person, puts as much distance between it/them as she can . like will book a flight to another country kind of distance if running away to her apartment isn’t enough . she’s very nice when she’s not in her own head though .

━━━━━━━━━ 💟 B A C K G R O U N D : tw panic attacks, tw anxiety attacks .

along with their incredibly talented sister, gemma, nevaeh lived a comfortable life surrounded by the music industry’s most brilliant musical minds. unlike gemma, however, nevaeh never quite took to the musicality. she could carry a tune and always made sure to take her vocal lessons and writing sessions seriously as to appease both her parents and her sister, but where gemma threw herself into every aspect of the record label to better herself as an artist, nevaeh only did what was expected her and nothing more. while gemma taught herself varying instruments, nevaeh took up crocheting, gardening, and cooking. activities that took her away from the screens that were piled high with comments about which sister was better or how the girls will live up to the legacy their parents left behind.

for awhile nevaeh thought she loved music just as much as her sister did, but that had never been the case. she just loved being with her sister and didn’t want to disappoint her parents. promoting, shooting, and performing was easier whenever gemma was around because of how supportive and reassuring she always was. she didn’t focus on the things nevaeh was doing wrong but rather the ways she could amp up what she had working for her, at least that’s how it felt to nevaeh. it also helped that gemma was a lot more outgoing than nevaeh had ever been, she could easily take the lead on hard questions in interviews and ensure the crowd was having a great time without much help from nevaeh. she found she enjoyed watching gemma on stage just as much as the audience clearly enjoyed it. nevaeh would hit her notes, and hit her marks, never fall out of step, but the star quality always belonged to gemma and nevaeh was happy to be no more than a supporting act.

whenever gemma decided to release the solo tracks she worked on, however, her parents expected nevaeh to do the same. they believed that it’s simply what she would want to do considering the legacy their label had to uphold. after performing for years alongside gemma, nevaeh thought she could do it. at the very least, she really wanted to to make her parents proud. but with a change in sound and no gemma beside her all eyes were on her and only her. the pressure to not only perform but perform well was overwhelming. she was having anxiety attacks before interviews and panic attacks on stage and telling no one. it got to the point where she was locking herself in bathrooms or disappearing for days on end in order to avoid music video shoots, interviews, and promotional performances for singles.

her actions were putting a very sour taste in the mouths of her parents but the knowing that she was disappointing them only made her stay away even more. eventually, she decided to up and leave the country to get away from it all effectively putting an indefinite halt to any projects solo or not. she knew her parents thought it to be a punishment, but nevaeh couldn’t be more relieved. she deleted all of her socials, only responded to messages and calls from her sister, and spent months on end backpacking in europe, touring asia, and contemplating moving to latin america.

half way through her travels she started a new account geared towards showing off the native cuisine she found along the way. complete with interviews with the cooks and their loyal customers on the dishes and what they loved so much about them. it was meant to be an anonymous account but soon nevaeh didn’t feel like her pictures and typed up captions were enough to capture the love she had for the places, people, and food like she wanted it to and soon moved to video content.

upon returning to new york, her relationship with her parents remained rocky with nevaeh trying to warm her way back into their hearts but she knows it’ll take more than some home cooked meals and baked goods to do so. she continues with her food related content, bringing attention to family owned restaurants or places that are hard to find but worth of the hype (think similar to keith lee content). she also makes a lot of recipe videos as she tries to recreate her favorite dishes from abroad and making some alterations to fit a wider palette.

━━━━━━━━━ 💟 H E A D C A N O N S :

has a whole little garden she tends to everyday. it’s full of fruits, vegetables, and herbs. some flowers but that’s mainly for plating aesthetics and not so much bouquet making but she does love having fresh flowers on the kitchen counter so it does help for that as well.

as mentioned earlier, she does crochet. loves it so much. like where other people will bring a book or their switch or something to keep them entertained while they’re waiting, she’ll bring a crochet project and probably finish one or two in the time because she’s incredibly fast.

cooks A LOT always makes too much on purpose because she likes to volunteer for meals on wheels/soup kitchens but instead of delivering something pre purchased, she likes to give them home cooked meals. has actually befriended a few of the elderly people she usually delivers too and so she takes personal requests and sometimes cooks in their home as well.

gemmas number one fan fr will always break her usual feed of content to post her sisters latest project or accomplishment, she’s very proud.

does not address or comment on any of the posts about her music career. will actually take the time to go through each individual comment to remove it.

honestly spends too much time reading comments from strangers about herself and spiraling about them. no matter how many she deletes it sticks with her and she ends up feeling bad and turning to cook a five course meal to relieve the stress at 2 in the morning. she knows she needs some healthy coping mechanisms, she’s working on it.

━━━━━━━━━ 💟 W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S :

I know this is the first time ive done this thats so crazy LMAOO BUT I ONLY HAVE LIKE THREE OKAY ANYWAY Firstly, i think it could be really fun if there was someone she was constantly dumping her latest creations/recreations on. Like she’s popping up at all hours of the day with a ton of groceries or an already made dish to get them to try bc she knows they’ll be honest with her. Preferably someone who is gentle with them bc this will probably be the only person she can take criticism from well yknow without the spiraling happening LMAOO

Also think it could be painful (aka fun) if she had someone she was with before she tried the solo career thing and then along with the solo career effectively abandoned them too womp womp like if you cried

AND THEN TO FOLLOW THAT someone she had a whirlwind romance with while she was away abroad. Like maybe they were away in relation to their career or also just getting away to get away and they met up and it was one of the first times she found herself truly having FUN and they had a blast could have ended on great you go your way i go mine terms or could have been another situation of a hint of conflict and nevaeh bolting in response we can plot that out !!!!

Lastly i really want her to have a roommate. I think shes too anxiety ridden to live alone, like she cant be left alone with her own thoughts for too long she needs someone to bother at all times so a roommate OR MULTIPLE ROOMMATES !!! would be lovely thank you <3

#nepofm.intro

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