#GODS I'M EXCITED NEW CONTENT MY DUDES

[marmorafarms]

Self Love: Shane x Cis Female Reader

Hey guys!

I've got a new smutty fic for you, and it stars Shane!!! I'm pretty excited about it, so I hope you enjoy!

Rating: 18+ ONLY

Summary: Shane comes over after a rough day. You want to help him relax and have some fun, but Shane is feeling self conscious. It's time for you to work your magic!

Warnings and Content: Alcohol mention, face sitting, creampie, body worship

Working at Joja Mart sucked. A lot. Shane hated that his work options were manual labor or customer service. And honestly? Manual labor would've been the better pick.

Shane had gotten written up today for saying "Your pussy is way too dry to be riding my dick that hard," to an angry old man. The dude had it coming! He was just passing through town and was yelling at Shane because they were out of bananas. The old man was acting like Shane was purposefully denying him the fruit, and he was just so, so tired.

After being sent home early, Shane texted you. You had sent him a quick "dude wtf" before asking him to come over. He agreed immediately. Marnie would definitely yell at him, and he wasn't in the mood for that.

He only had to knock once before the door was flung open. The smell of pizza and pepper poppers was in the air.

"You made food?" he asked as you let him in.

"All homemade! Nothing frozen!" You said proudly.

"Well shit," Shane said as he plopped down on your couch, food already on the coffee table. "How did you manage to get this ready so fast?"

"Well," you said, sitting next to him, "I was going to invite you over anyway. So I had started on it already." You placed a hand on his, and smiled at his look of surprise. His fingers twitched slightly, but he kept his hand in place. He was still getting used to your touches.

It wasn't that Shane was against you touching him, far from it. But his days of big biceps and washboard abs from playing gridball were over. Now he was old and fat and–

"Shane?" you said softly.

He blinked, realizing he'd been quiet for a little too long.

"Why did you want me to come over?" he asked.

"Aside from enjoying your company?" you asked. "I have something I want to show you. Can I go get it real quick?"

Shane nodded, and watched you hurry to your room. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, wondering what you got him. Maybe it was more of that non-alcoholic wine. Shane had been skeptical, but it actually tasted really nice.

"Here it is!" you said. He turned to look, and his jaw dropped. He set his pizza down, missing the plate entirely.

You were wearing the most beautiful set of lingerie he'd ever seen. It was made from a bold red lace, with golden chains sitting on your waist and hips. Your breasts were displayed beautifully in a bra that plunged low. The fabric was so thin that he could see your hard nipples.

Shane felt like he was going to pass out. Both from how you looked, and from how all the blood from his head had drained straight to his dick. He was at full mast already, drinking the sight of you in.

"Do you like it?" You asked, slowly sashaying over.

Shane wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell you how stunning you looked, how he wanted to pull your panties aside with his teeth and lick your wet pussy straight away.

But that wasn't what he said.

"Why?" he croaked out. "Why are you wearing this?"

"You don't like it?" You asked, face falling.

"No! I mean, yes I do like it! It's just…I don't get it."

You looked perplexed. "I wanted to look sexy for you. And I was kinda hoping you would think I am and would fuck me on the couch."

Shane turned bright red and cleared his throat. God, that sounded amazing. But there was still this nagging feeling, this horrible thought that you were doing this out of pity. He was fat and hairy and nothing at all like the other men in town. There was no way you were seriously attracted to him, right?

"You want to do that with me?" he asked.

"Well, yeah. I mean, we've done it before," you pointed out.

"We were drunk!" Shane blurted out, eyebrows furrowed.

This was true. Your first encounter with Shane had been a drunken hookup that led to him avoiding you like the plague for a while. He had admitted later that he had been embarrassed about having random sex with a stranger, and was trying to forget about it.

It was hard to forget about it though, especially with you bothering him on the daily. Your soft lips all over his body, tongue dipping into the slit of his cock before lavishing it with attention…it was hands down the best sex he'd ever had. If he believed in Yoba, he would be on his knees praising the deity for allowing him to remember that night in full detail.

"So what?" you said, moving closer to him. "It was fun. And it'll be even more fun without our minds clouded."

Shane tensed as you got into his lap and began to grind against his clothed cock. Fuck, why couldn't he be normal for two seconds and enjoy this?

"I think I need a drink," he mumbled.

"You can have a Joja Cola when we're done," you murmured, and nibbled the shell of his ear. Shane let out a whine and you grinned.

"Where else are you sensitive?" You asked, moving to his neck. You pressed soft kisses against his skin, starting with his jaw, rough from stubble, and trailing your way down.

"Lie down," you said. The two of you shuffled around a bit until you were sitting on his hips, while he lay back. You pressed down on his cock with your pussy, continuing to grind against him. Shane groaned, and you reached down for his button, ready to get this show on the road.

"Wait!" Shane said sharply. You halted your movements immediately, looking at him, concern on your face.

"You're really sure you want this?" he asked. You let out an annoyed huff at these words.

"Of course! Shane, what's going on?"

Shane closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyes were glassy.

"All the other guys in town are…are fit and healthy and handsome. I'm an ugly old hairy fat guy and–"

"Whoa whoa what?" You said, eyes wide in shock. "Let me start off by saying that you're not ugly or old. 37 is not old, okay?"

"You're 28," he muttered. "I'm 9 years older than you."

"I don't give a shit," you said firmly. "And I happen to like how you look. I personally think you're so sexy."

"No you don't," Shane said looking away.

"I do though," you said, and gently kissed him. "So sexy. So gorgeous. Wouldn't trade you for anyone," you said in between kisses. You snaked a hand under his shirt and tugged at his chest hair. He hissed slightly, and you pushed his shirt up.

"Love your body hair," you said, kissing his chest. "Love your soft pecs–"

"Man boobs," Shane corrected in a breathy tone. You chuckled.

"Whatever. I love them." You covered them in kisses, nipping a nipple gently. Moving down, you continued complimenting.

"Mmm I want to see those thick thighs," you said, gripping his legs. "Those thick hairy thighs. Want to spread them open so I can suck that gorgeous cock of yours."

"Fuck baby," Shane said, eyes fluttering shut. Your words were getting to him, and he found himself enjoying the attention.

"Can I?" you asked, touching the button of his jeans. After giving his consent, you popped it open and slowly pulled his zipper down. You looked hungrily down at him.

Shane helped you shimmy his pants off, and you got in between his legs, gently kissing his cock over his boxers. You cupped his sac while you did so, and he moaned in pleasure.

"I wanna see," you finally said, and Shane quickly kicked his boxers off. You hummed in appreciation, and he blushed.

"I'm not that great," he said. Shane didn't have a tiny dick, but he was on the shorter side. He was decently thick, and you nearly licked your lips, ready to take him into your mouth.

"Yeah you are," you said, licking a stripe up his cock. "Perfect for my mouth. Mmm I remember that night…you felt so good in my pussy too."

Shane moaned at your words, and let out a stream of swear words as you took him all the way into your hot mouth. You slobbered all over him, getting as messy as possible as you kissed and slurped.

"W-wait!" he gasped. "Too close!"

You understood. He wanted to last so he could fuck you properly. You pulled off, and he lifted your chin up with a finger, wanting you to look at him.

"Sit on my face," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a command, and you were more than happy to listen. You quickly pulled the panties off, the beautiful jewelry still on your body.

Shane gripped your thighs as you lowered yourself down.

"So wet already," he said before your pussy covered his mouth.

"I wasn't lying when I said I find you–ahhhhh…." you moaned as he began to lick between your folds. His tongue moved to your clit, giving it lots of attention before he dipped it inside of you.

"C-close!" You panted after barely any time had passed. This had happened before as well. You had came on his face in record time from how good he was with his mouth.

You practically screamed out his name, head thrown back in ecstasy. He let you sit there, casually lapping at you, making you twitch. Finally you lifted yourself off.

"Enjoy yourself?" he asked. You responded by kissing him deeply. He touched your lips with the tip of his tongue and you opened up. Your tongues slid against each other as you passionately kissed.

"Gonna fuck me now?" you asked. He nodded, and the two of you swapped places.

"Shit I don't have a condom," Shane said. "Do you…?"

"Just put it in me!" You said desperately. "I'm on birth control, it's fine."

Shane nodded and pushed in. He closed his eyes in pleasure, but they flew open when you wrapped your legs around him, making him unable to move.

"Wh–"

"Compliment yourself," you said.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"You're excused. Now say three nice things about yourself and I'll let you move."

"What the fuck?" Shane said annoyed, but you were clearly serious. He sighed.

"I'm good at making you cum, I'm good with animals, and…I dunno." he said, shrugging.

"Say you have a hot body," you said firmly.

"I have a hot body," Shane said in a monotone. You glared at him.

"Like you mean it," you said.

You went back and forth for a bit before he snapped.

"I'm hot, okay? My body is gorgeous! I'm sexy as fuck!" he practically shouted, but there was something different in his tone.

"Yeah you are!" You said happily, and let him go. "Now fuck me."

Shane grinned, and began pounding into you hard and fast. He smiled as you shouted in pleasure, complimenting him at every turn. The two of you reached your peak at the same time, Shane burying his face into your shoulder as he painted your insides white. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it had.

"Fuck," Shane said after a moment.

"That was amazing," you panted. "We gotta do this more often."

"Yeah, yeah we do," Shane said. He was no longer worried if you wanted his body. Shane had never felt this loved in his life. And he was going to do everything he could to protect this happiness.

#stardew shane #sdv shane smut #sdv shane #stardew shane smut #sdv shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #female reader #x reader #my writing

[thot-of-khonshu]

Meet cute with Agent Whiskey? ☺️😇

Okay, so at first I didn’t think Agent Whiskey was my thing, knowing sooo many dudes from the south with his cocky attitude (but without his good looks) but god damn like every other P character he got to me. So here I present it…and I’m sorry that of course it got slutty.

Content: meet cute, airplane rides, fingering, dirty talk, jack daniels being the menace that he is

Rating: Explicit 18+

You could not believe your luck. 90% of the time you were on the flight from hell whether it be delayed, stuck in a sweltering cabin waiting for takeoff or sandwiched between new parents and a screaming baby.

On this flight you managed to have your seat upgraded from coach to first fucking class! Hello, champagne. Hello, extended seating. Hello luxury.

You were technically on the aisle seat but you figured why not test your luck again? If the person who was actually sitting there caught you in the window seat, you could feign confusion.

Like clockwork, a broad man in a white shirt, leather jacket and cowboy hat sat next to you. He didn’t have any carry on luggage except for the hat, his tinted glasses and an exceptionally bushy mustache. You looked towards him, ready to apologize but all he did was give you a wink.

“Quite a view, ain’t it?” He finally said after the plane had taken off. He had a deep voice with a slow southern drawl that took you out of your trance, watching the clouds go by.

“Yeah, there’s nothing like it.” You politely smiled back at him.

“I remember my first flight, too. I couldn’t stop staring at them clouds and trying to fix up stories about the shapes.”

“This isn’t my first flight.” You said curtly to him.

“Well, if it isn’t, then why’d you take my seat?” He grinned, giving you a side smirk exposing a dimple. You weren’t in a laughing mood.

“I’m only teasing, sugar. I’ll tell you what, you can keep the seat as long as I get to know your name.”

“I don’t talk to strangers.” You shortly replied.

He leaned over to you, tipping his sunglasses and exposing his dark brown eyes. He gave you a side smirk that made your insides more excited than you wanted to admit and he extended his hand.

“The name’s Jack Daniels, sweetheart.” He looks at your hand expectantly. After a few moments you decide to give in. What the hell, right? You introduce yourself. You shake his large, calloused hand and observe how tiny yours is in his, you see him looking down as if he sees the exact same thing.

“Well, we aren’t strangers anymore, are we? Can I buy you a drink, little girl?"

Who were you to say no to a free drink?

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After a couple of hours and a couple of drinks in the air, the conversation was fun and definitely flirty. You put your hand on his shoulder whenever he joked he was too old to be talking to you. You'd make a sly remark, and he'd squeeze his hand on your knee, after the third time he ignored all subtlety and stopped moving it all together.

His broad hand engulfed your knee as he grazed his fingers up and down your leg. Somehow in the discomfort of an airplane cabin you kept your legs crossed to form some sort of decency, but to also ignore the pool of want that was forming whenever he slipped his hands higher and higher.

At some point you'd decided you were cold and ordered a blanket. You covered yourself up as Jack grabbed some to share.

"If you want your own, it's $20 bucks. I don't share with strangers." You joked, leaning into him with your wine stained breath.

"I thought we weren't strangers anymore, sweet girl." Jack's side dimple exposed itself. You looked into his eyes, sunglasses off and the liquor you could smell and almost taste in your mouth.

"Hmmm, you don't know. I could be someone who cons old men into buying her drinks on every flight she takes. And just like every other sucker, you took the bait." You whispered.

"Darlin', I'm no sucker. I could tease and please better than you can imagine."

You chuckle at his forwardness. This man had some nerve, and it was somehow working. "Prove it."

He moves towards your ear and whispers in a deep, raspy voice. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart."

As if they had a mind of their own, your legs parted, Jack's fingers squeezing at your leg.

He moved his hand higher and higher until it met the cotton of your underwear. You briefly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, but there were conversations, naps and movies being watched. Your world only revolved around you and Jack at that moment and with his molten stare, he knew it.

"If we're strangers...Have you ever been finger fucked on an airplane by a stranger, sweet girl?" Jack whispered into your ear. You felt yourself squirm and open yourself up for him.

He pushed your underwear to the side, no doubt already feeling your wetness for him. He moved up and down your folds, stopping at your clit to add a light pressure. You leaned into him to moan into his ear.

"I'm gonna take that as a no. But I tell you what, if this stranger makes you cum? You have to give me your number and let me see you again, wherever the hell it is we're landing."

"I don't have to give you anything." You retort, trying hard not to rock your hips into his pressure.

"That's right, I reckon you don't." Jack nodded. He slid his thick fingers down towards your opening, sliding in with such ease due to how achingly wet you were for him. "But I think once I'm done with you, you're gonna be begging to see me again. I'm already thinking about the next time when I'll get to taste this sweet pussy. Wouldn't you like that?"

You felt so much pressure from his fingers, shallowly entering you. The fight to ride his fingers was a losing game. You knew by the end of the flight, you'd be moaning into his ear, leaking juices all over his fingers spread inside of you and putting your number into his phone so you could do it all again.

#agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels #agent whiskey #agent jack daniels #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #jack daniels smut #agent whiskey smut #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n

[finalgirlmoment]

PJOTV Ep 4 + 5 (spoilers)

My brain is, and has been, rotted entirely! I feel like the TV show is such a treat because the new content adds layers to the story SO MUCH like the plot and character dynamics it makes me want to scream. Yes the differences are absolutely notable but the bottom line is that our main trio would find each other in any universe or storyline and would choose each other every time

-The opening scene of episode 4 broke me a bit: the lore that Percy actually did not take naturally to being in the water, he was actually afraid to be swimming! I feel like before we definitely characterized him as someone who felt at home in the water since he came out the womb but damn look how far he comes. How jarring it must be to later find out you're actually the son of the sea god :o

-Percy continually being angry about the system of the gods (not) interacting with their children, being so shocked that a parent wouldn't help or talk to their child. He's so sweet and I feel like his rage grows the more he gets to know Annabeth because he sees how amazing and loyal and cunning she is and wonders how her mother could ever ignore or abandon her

-Annabeth just in general, her badassery is so fucking perfect for this character, the way she draws her knife, her being so fucking in tune with Percy already....the way she knows exactly what Percy is going to do before he does it ((and the way he listens to her unconditionally i.e. cutting off Medusa's invisible head in episode 3 but I digress)), knowing he was alive and waiting for them somewhere at the beginning of episode 5. she is a LEGEND and she is LOCKED TF IN

-the hug <3 i won't make it weird if you won't <3 <3 we're like friends now <3<3<3 do u understand how i hurt

-trio walking down the side of the road like bums -_- i died lmfao. also them hiding when approached by some dude and just being like <3 we good ty tho!!

-Percy, again still acclimating to this fucking weird ass world where gods are real and can kill u easily, is shook when ares threatens to kill them. luckily, as a change of pace, grover is cool as a dang cucumber and saves the day af. this is what i mean like absolutely the characters are so different like yes grover has been nervous a lot but he also can turn it tf on and smooth talk when he needs to

-Annabeth has never seen a movie. Percy immediately insists that they watch one together. Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that's not a date? Hello?

-The entirety of the tunnel scene/chair scene. Percy being the one to figure out the story illustrated Hephaestus' life. Percy ALREADY working to save Annabeth first and foremost! Percy continually sacrificing himself for her! Believing deep down she is capable of great, impossible things and being willing to set aside his life for her without question. Telling her she is better. "You just are. And you know it." Giving her Riptide, no second thoughts, no backing down.

-ANNABETH CHASE ALREADY ASSUMING PERCY'S PROMISE WOULD BE ABOUT HIS MOTHER. HIM BEING ASSURED SHE WILL SAVE HIS MOTHER, NO HESITATION. HIM ASKING HER TO COME BACK FOR HIM. HER BEING SURPRISED THAT HE THOUGHT HE HAD TO ASK. (THE ENEMY PHASE WAS SO SHORT LIVED. THEY HAVE BARELY GOTTEN IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK TRANSPORTING LIVE ANIMALS TOGETHER. WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY WOULD TALK ABOUT IN THERE NOW. I'M fine don't worry about me).

-On that note, the ending. Percy is like a loose cannon full of a deep rage and a lot (A LOT) of unrealized power; his problem is that he is not locked TF in like Annabeth (as of right now) and the ending really made me excited because it feels like he is finally catching on to what a big deal he actually is. All this anger he has inside him, all this rage at what he has lost and the suffering he has seen, .... i'm honestly beside myself at what is to come because this is already SO JUICY and I feel like we've barely started!

-side notes: the score is so amazing, I'm really enjoying it and I understand all the videos of the actors promoting the soundtrack!!! also my sister has never read the books but she loves the movies and we watch it together; she is very very excited for the casino scene so there is definitely hope for her in the near future. ((my nico loving ass will also be holding binoculars and twitching))

so yes a lot was changed but i am really liking the new content a lot because it just feels like added lore and, again, these guys can best the odds in any universe and help each other in every timeline. the most important plot points are there and i feel like they have already set up a lot of info for later on down the line. I do wish there was a bit more banter/conversation (because Percy is actually so quirky and I feel like this could be explored more) but the time we do have is amazing and feels super fresh! even when i've read the books to pieces! and again the convos they're having right now are setting shit up for later and maybe then they can play and have fun wit it. as always, i will be loyally sat, lurking, reblogging. kiss

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #pjotv #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #percabeth #walker scobell #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #tldr: delight! #dm me if u want to be brainrot twins #<3 #frothing at the mouth #lotus hotel #trust i will be looking for my guy

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

&Team Hyung line reacting to being called ‘bestfriend’

more &Team <3 I promise I’ll give content soon that isn’t just &Team. I have E’Last and Golcha stuff in the works just wait with me. Here’s a rewrite once again for &Team of some of my past works.

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: jealousy/a bit of anger mentioned, swearing

Pairing: &Team x reader

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Kei

You knew it would be hard to prank him

You used to prank him a lot in the beginning at your relationship

so it has become very tricky

but you saw this on tiktok and wanted to try it

you knew he’d know what's up if you asked to film a video

You got your friend to call you and read out a little script with you basically

since your lovely boyfriend is nosey and sitting right across from you he tuned in even though he was messing with stuff on his phone

“Oh my god you got a new job? Well maybe you should treat me out to lunch then mr money man” you said with a laugh, your boyfriend immediately was all ears feeling a little bit of jealousy as well

“What have I been up to? just hanging out with my best friend, he's right here, do you want to say hi?”

okay this dude upset he aint fucking around I tell you that

“Bestfriend?” He said cold toned with anger laced in his voice

“Shouldn’t it be ‘boyfriend?’ oh wait no you called me bestfriend and basically asked that person on the phone to take you on a date. Who even were they?”

god you could tell he was so mad oh god oh no

“Before you get any more mad I’m going to let you know this was a prank, go to tiktok baby you’ll find the trend I promise you”

It would take a lot more for him to stop being a little angry

But maybe try taking a photo of him and captioning it on a post saying "I have the best boyfriend ❤️" and post selfies in his hoodies

He'll definitely find it hard to fight the smile off his face

Fuma 

Filming a video with Fuma you wanted to do the prank you saw on tiktok

You asked Fuma if he'd do a TikTok challenge of who's most likely too

He was just like "Anything you want my love <3"

He’s literally so unbelievably whipped for you

Excited to do something fun with you as he thought it’d be silly and cute

Ugh hurts to see where this heads </3

Starting the video looking at him from the camera on your phone you could see his face drop as your words fell from your lips

"Hey everyone here I'm doing a challenge with my bestfriend! Who's most likely to" you sounded so energetic and excited

He was quick on his feet to express how he didnt like the change of title

even if he felt bad since he didn't want to make you feel bad

"Baby can you stop filming for a second?"

You knew the prank worked but at what cost

"I don't know if you meant to but you called me your bestfriend instead of your boyfriend. I don't want to sound possessive or like you have to call me something but out of all titles bestfriend just seems like I'm not your boyfriend an-"

Quick to shut him up by planting a kiss to his lips

"I’m sorry, it was a prank I saw on tiktok baby, I wont actually post that we can refilm the intro I just wanted to see your reaction, I’ll always make sure to let the whole world know you're my boyfriend, now wanna film that video actually?"

Immediately filled with relief never do that to the poor boy again

Nicholas

Not having any of it

Laying on your shoulder

He looked at your phone while you where typing out of curiosity

Usually ur playing a game or scrolling through TikTok so found no harm but this time you were in your contacts talking to a friend he didn’t know that well

And saw you wrote "I'm with my bestfriend rn"

In response to a text that said "what are you up to pretty?"

He was hurt

Confused

Bitter

And needed an answer now

Glaring at you he quickly said "not to be nosey but who are you talking too"

He said straightening up

"Oh my friend, why do you ask?"

"You called me your best friend? Why not the love of your life? Sugar plum? Sweetie pie? Honey bunny? Apple of your eye? Or even a simpler title: boyfriend maybe?"

Even though he was trying to come off as joking around you could see in his eyes he was hurt and a bit angry

Explaining the prank and how you convinced your friend to tag along in it he felt betrayed </3

Pls comfort him

Give him kisses, take dorky couple photos anything just give him forms of reassurance

#&team fluff #&team angst #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team reactions #kei x reader #kei imagines #fuma imagines #fuma scenarios #fuma x reader #nicholas imagines #nicholas x reader #Nicholas scenarios

[thesunoosshining]

anyways while i procrastinate the next chapter of my smau. here's what i think i would consider my top 10 favourite movies i WATCHED in 2023. they may not have come out this year. and it might be a rewatch but like i saw them this year. ok yeah. keep in mind im a simple silly girl i honestly don't consume much content that isn't related to my hyperfixes sooo i do miss a lot of movies el oh el. anyways !!

under the cut cuz this list is Long sorry guys 😭 would appreciate if u read it though 🫶 just my silly thoughts and i'd love to hear urs !!!

1. spiderman: into the spiderverse. i'm sorry to say i didn't get to see across the spiderverse yet. also this was a rewatch i'm not that late to this movie. but. DUDE. genuinely what i'd consider my favourite movie. of all time. the graphics? literally gorgeous. ugh. i could go on about this movie for ages. it really did change animation if you ask me (a non professional teenage girl) but like ?? the story oh my god i loved the idea. and miles was such a Person. he was so real. oh they did such a good job on miles and gwen and stuff. just like. they were so real to me. i love them so bad this film genuinely had an indescribable effect on me. also i ADORE the soundtrack <3

2. oppenheimer. like. okay i know people complained it was too long. and i get that but also i genuinely would watch like. another hour of that film. THE CINEMATOGRAPHY?? dude it was amazing. i genuinely loved oppenheimer ough it was such an Experience. especially because i went into it thinking i wouldn't enjoy it very much? yeah i was dead wrong. LOVED that film.

3. top gun: maverick. this did come out 2022. which feels crazy i swear it was this year. but i know it was '22 because i rewatched it this year STILL HITS THE SAME !! i genuinely love this movie so fucking bad! the characters were so fun. and i liked how like? despite the established lore that's obviously shown in the film it has a very open new-audience entry point (idk what else to call it ?!?!) because i didn't watch the original top gun but i honestly think i understood like. basically everything in the film. maybe i missed some like nuanced ideas bc they were like linked to the first top gun but other than that it's good as a standalone too and! i value that. it's a great film.

4. blue beetle. i don't know if this film was like. Objectively this good? but i have a few reasons. firstly, i'll admit i'm biased and i just like blue beetle. i love jaime reyes !! so i was super excited to hear there was a blue beetle movie. secondly, i loved the acting. the cast wasn't all that big? not that it was small, or anything, but it might've felt that way bc most of the characters were jaime's family. but. like? they did so incredibly well. it was a Generic Superhero Movie tbh. like, half-assed romance, character's family member dies (will not spoil who though! soz for the half-spoiler) and all that? but. OUGH. beautiful film like the premise was pretty interesting as a blue beetle origin story and i loved the acting it was just. yeah. i loved this movie so so much.

5. transformers: rise of the beasts. i didn't think i'd like this one as much as i did when i watched it. like i really did not. BUT? oh my god it was good. i loved bumblebee !! like okay i know he had his own movie with the reboot but i haven't seen it so. ya. but like also? i really loved the humans. they felt like such People to me? i love them dearly yeah this was actually such a banger movie. 10/10 would recommend!

6. the lego ninjago movie. now. i know a lot of people hated this film. from what i heard back when it came out anyways. and i remember shitting on it too back then but? i genuinely liked it when i rewatched it. it's an enjoyable film. i personally am actually a big fan of the redesigns ?? i like the new designs i like how they put them into the show (even if i'm like. not up to date. at all. sawry!) and i liked the whole high-school thing i thought it was a cute little au. and ?? i know it was very unserious but like. that's by design. i liked it like sometimes you really just shouldn't take it so seriously TEE BEE AYCH !! but maybe that's just me.

7. enola holmes 2. oh my god I LOVED THIS ?! i honestly found the first movie like. a little boring in terms of rewatchability? and i remember liking this film but i rewatched it again and like oh this one was so cool. the match girls strike thing was actually really interesting to me! i didn't know about that so it was pretty cool to learn that. AND? THE ROMANCE? "it means i love you" let me ouuuuuttt oh my god !!!! yeah i loved this movie honestly.

8. a whisper of the heart. honestly i'm kind of late to the ghibli scene </3 I DID SEE THIS BEFORE THOUGH THIS IS A REWATCH but i love this film too much to not mention it. ough. i love a whisper of the heart !! it's so cute and i just love the characters so bad !!!

9. baby shark's big movie! is this on the list only because enhypen was in it. yes. okay no not actually lmao but! it was a factor! like okay. HEAR ME OUT !! it gave me equestria girls vibes! my girlfriend told me never to compare baby shark to EQUESTRIA GIRLS but like. i will speak my truth ! the whole thing was just. silly! like yeah it was a little boring at times and i agree with my gf because nothing beats equestria girls (which i sadly didn't see at all last year. nor descendants but if i had they'd have made the list for sure!) but i genuinely did enjoy this one. it's the truth!

10. drive. i know someone's going to be confused but my brother made me watch it and like. man i genuinely liked it okay 😭 it was a fun watch? that's rlly all there is to it i thought it was funny how he never had a name and is literally called "driver" in the credits. it's hilarious. and like. ryan gosling. yk? and i'll be honest i was running out of movies i saw last year that i actually like. remembered. because i have shit memory and i don't think i saw anything All That Life Changing below like the 8th movie so idk.

bonus: a little list of movies that i might've been interested in but i didn't get to watch last year. just in case one of your favs (or popular slash mainstream movies you've heard of) didn't make the list and you're wondering why. barbie, across the spiderverse (watching soon i swear !), guardians of the galaxy 3, teenage mutant ninja turtles, aquaman and the lost kingdom, anyone but you (i plan to watch it with friends soon!), the boy and the heron, the super mario bros movie, five night's at freddys, and i'm sure theres more but i forgot so yeah.

this is already very long 😭 IF YOU STUCK AROUND THEN THANK U ! let me know what movies you enjoyed this year !!! and if you also enjoyed any i put on this list ! or if u have recs i'd be happy to hear them <3 no guarantee i'll watch them bc i'm very bad with watching movies and stuff but i'd still love love love to hear them !!

#⭐️; star talks #YALL IM SORRY ITS HUGE? i shuld be writing the next chapter for chapter: extra.... oops #but alsooo um i wanted 2 share! #lmk ur favs. if u stuck around to read all of that then ty i know it's long 🫶 but i have many thoughts #not all of them are coherent though

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The Road ahead - ch 4 | Frankie Morales x female reader

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Previous Chapter

For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 5.5K

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: A long overdue confrontation takes place where you have to face Frankie's lies.

Notes: Hello again everyone! Oh my God, I am so excited about this brand-new, shiny chapter!! That entire interaction was what brought me to imagine this fic in the first place. I hope you all like as much as I had fun writing it (I am a big slut for angst so beware). Thank you again for the support and let me know what you all think <3 <3 <3

Letting Go

Letter #1

August 19th, 2008

To the prettiest girl at the bar,

Hey there... So, before I go any further, I need to apologize for making my getaway from your place that morning in such a rush. I had to be on base at 0530, and I didn't want to disturb your sleep. Seriously, you looked so peaceful in that cozy bed of yours. If I had any type of artistic talent, I would've painted a masterpiece to capture that moment. I mean, I'm no Picasso or anything, but just imagine the most breathtaking sight you can ever imagine and that's exactly how you looked that morning.

I really hope I'm not coming across as strange or anything by reaching out to you like this. You see, as I was making my exit, I happened to glimpse your address on one of those letters sitting on your kitchen counter. And one of the perks of being an army pilot (aside from flying, of course), is that I tend to have a decent memory and your address stuck with me long enough to scribble it down later at base. Please, please don't get the wrong idea here! I know it might sound a bit, um, stalker-ish, but I promise you, that's not what's going on in the slightest.

I got to admit, I'm feeling a little shy about writing this letter. Swear to you, I've never done anything like this before! It isn’t some cheesy move that army dudes pull to charm the ladies (well, maybe some do), but I promise you, that isn’t my intention at all! I'm afraid I might be rambling here, and the more I go on, the more I feel like I'm messing this up!

To be honest, I didn't know what to do with your address. But it kept catching my eye every morning when I rolled out of bed and right before I hit the hay. The time we spent together just kept playing on a loop in my mind. And you? You've been sticking to my thoughts like glue.

That night we had; it was like sparks ignited in my head. I couldn't let it slip away without taking a shot, without letting you know how I’ve been feeling these past two weeks since that night.

I guess it's kind of unconventional, reaching out to you like this with a letter. But something inside me just wants to explore if there's something even more special that could sprout between us. I can't get your smile out of my head, or the perfect way we connected. It’s never happened to me before. It's like fate brought us together that night. Like our souls were destined to weave together. You’re always on my mind, and I'm aching to learn more about the beautiful soul that's stolen my heart.

So here I am at 3 am in my bunk, writing this letter while holding my breath and hoping you're open to taking a leap with me.

I'll be here, waiting for your reply. But please, know this: if what I felt, that connection I think we shared, doesn't resonate with you, there's no need to feel bad. I don't want you to feel obligated or burdened by any expectations.

Our time together was a precious moment, one that I hold dear and will hold dear forever. And if our hearts don't align in the same way, I understand. We all navigate our own paths, and sometimes they lead us in different directions.

Please, don't feel guilty if you choose not to respond. Our connection, albeit short, was a gift. I cherish the memories we created, and I will hold onto the possibility of what could have been with a grateful heart.

Wishing you nothing but happiness and fulfillment,

The terrible wingman from the bar,

(Francisco Morales)

Letter # 2

September 2nd, 2008.

Dear Francisco,

Your letter was a real shock, to say the least. I woke up the morning you left feeling so empty without you there. I combed through the entire house hoping to find a clue, maybe you had scribbled down your number somewhere. I must have deep-cleaned my apartment twice in the hope of finding a scrap of paper with your name on it. At some point, I thought it might have been a dream, that I had imagined that amazing, gorgeous, and generous man with whom I spent the night. I was sure I was crazy and then, out of nowhere, your letter came. It made me question whether you enjoy giving ladies emotional scares. I’ve barely known you for a full day and it already feels like being on a rollercoaster ride. Is this what life is for you Francisco? The helicopter pilot, always seeking a new high?

I want you to know that there's no need for you to worry. The connection we experienced that night has also stayed with me, occupying my thoughts ever since. It's as if the memory of our time together has become an integral part of myself, refusing to fade away. Your letter touched me in a way that no one else ever has. It was the most romantic and adorable gesture anyone has ever done for me.

I must confess, I feel deeply flattered by the lengths you've gone to express your feelings for me. It's not something you encounter every day—a man putting so much effort into writing a letter to a girl he spent just one night with. And while I cannot deny that such attention could have easily ventured into the realm of being slightly creepy, there is something inexplicable about your gestures that managed to bypass any unease within me.

I can't help but wonder what that means for you and me. Maybe, just as you said, it was fate that brought us together that night.

Francisco, now that you've opened the door to your world, I don’t intend to shut it close. My desire to know you better has blossomed into something more profound. I yearn to uncover the layers of your being and to understand the depths of your passions, dreams, and weaknesses.

Every time I close my eyes, the memory of your hands caressing my skin resurfaces, leaving an indelible mark on my senses. It's as if your touch awakened a dormant part of me, igniting a fire that I never knew existed. I find myself longing for the warmth of your embrace, the tenderness in your eyes, and the sound of your laughter that brought music to my ears.

But, Francisco, I also want to be honest with you. Your sudden disappearance left me confused and uncertain. I need reassurance that you are equally invested in seeing where this might go. I need to know that you won't disappear again without a trace. My parents fought constantly when I was a child. So for me, communication is essential, and I believe that openness and honesty are paramount to laying strong foundations for whatever this might become.

If those terms are agreeable, I will wait for your letter impatiently. In the meanwhile, please take care and make sure to prioritize your safety and try to avoid taking unnecessary risks for me. I can't help but worry about you, and I want nothing more than for you to stay out of harm's way as much as possible.

Warmly

The girl from the bar

Letter # 17

April 19, 2009.

Hola preciosa,

Once again, last night you appeared in my dreams, as you so often do. But this time, it felt unbelievably real, like a distant yet familiar memory that I couldn't quite grasp. We were together at your place, surrounded by warmth and coziness while raindrops fell outside. It was just the two of us, lost in our own little world, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence. Although the exact details escape me, I vividly remember the way you touched me, as if your fingers left an indelible mark on my skin. If given the chance, I would choose to spend my last moments in your arms, savouring the most beautiful thing of all—your love.

Those mere four days we spent together back in January were nothing short of a cruel tease. It's as if every time I lay my eyes on you, my love for you sprouts like an overenthusiastic weed, making it increasingly excruciating to bid you farewell each time. I'm still amazed at how I managed to be only fifteen minutes late for base that day. Let's just say those extra rounds of push-ups were a small sacrifice in exchange for the extra pleasure of your company.

As I write this, Benny has decided it's the perfect time to hover behind me, boasting about his self-proclaimed status as the brilliant mastermind behind us. Can you believe him? As if his presence that night we met magically transformed him into a love guru. Anyway, Benny says hello, as do Will and Santi, although you haven't met them yet. I truly hope that the next time we all have time off from base, you'll have the chance to meet them. Those guys are like brothers to me, and I really want you to get to know them. I'm certain they'll like you as much as I cherish you.

 I know that until now, we've kept our personal lives somewhat separate, with your work at the library, your family, and your friends, and the same goes for me. But now, I want you to be an integral part of my life, a constant presence. Even when I'm away, I want to know that I am yours and you are mine. You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking since January (Yes it happens often before you say anything), and I've come to realize that I can no longer imagine my life without you by my side. When I think about the future, I see you right there beside me. But if I try to imagine a life without you, it feels incredibly dark, and I feel like everything would lose its meaning.

I know this might sound completely insane. I know people would say that we haven't been seeing each other long enough for these kinds of declarations. But Hermosa, when you know, you know.

When I return from base, all I want is to hold you in my arms until they fall off. I want to be able to hold your hand as we stroll through town, and I want to shout from rooftops that you are mine! Even now, when I look at the picture you gave me, it fills me with a warm feeling that envelops my entire body, and I can't help but proudly show your picture to everyone, telling them how lucky I am that a girl like you would even remotely look at someone like me. You inspire me to be a better person, my lovely one. Everything feels worthwhile with you. I can't imagine a world where we're not together, and I want to think about you every single day for the rest of my life.

My dearest love, you are the sky that stretches above me. Just as the sun illuminates the world on bright days, you radiate warmth and light, filling my heart with boundless joy. When clouds gather and cast their shadows, it is you who transforms the room, turning even the gloomiest moments into something serene and comforting. I know that together we can weather any storms that may come our way.

My love, until Uncle Sam lets us be together again, I will keep on finding my comfort in those four days we shared in January. Those precious moments have woven themselves deep into my heart, and they hold a special place that no distance could ever diminish. I cannot wait to be home with you and create new memories to intertwine with them.

Please take care and know that I love you a little bit more every day.

Yours forever,

Frankie

Letter # 18

April 25th 2009

My sweet Frankie,

Your letter moved me to tears when I first read it. After I put it down, I picked it up again and found myself crying even more. I was afraid that I was the only one experiencing such intense emotions. I worried that perhaps you were more interested in a casual connection and that we might not be fully aligned in our desires for each other and our relationship. However, I'm relieved to discover that I'm not alone in feeling this deeply. Thoughts of you consume my mind constantly, and those days we spent together in January remain some of the most incredible moments of my entire life.

Frankie, I believe you complete me. You fill that void within me that I've always sensed, like finding the perfect missing puzzle piece to finish a picture. You are that missing piece, and since meeting you, my life has finally felt whole.

I couldn't care less about what others may say or think about us, Frankie. You are everything to me, and I want to shout it from my windows so that the whole world can hear. And if anyone wants to say that it's moving too quickly, then to hell with all of them! Every day, I find myself yearning for your presence beside me. I come across little things that remind me of you, and it makes me wish you were here with me. For instance, just yesterday at work, I was going through the donation bin and I stumbled on a children's book about helicopters. It instantly painted a picture in my mind of a little Frankie flipping through the colourful pages, and it filled me with so much warmth and affection.

Frankie, I also really want our lives to blend together. Meeting your friends would be amazing, and I hope you'll get to know mine too. I already had a great time with Benny, so I'm sure your other friends are just as awesome. Since I know how important they are to you, I'm genuinely excited about building bridges with them. I know it's uncertain when you'll be allowed off base or if there's a chance you might be sent far away from me. But maybe, just maybe, the next time you have some leave, we could start building this life together. Waiting any longer feels unbearable to me.

Until we can be together again, my dearest love, you will remain in my heart and appear in my dreams, bringing me some moments of respite while I wait for you. Despite the distance that separates us, my passion for you burns brightly and the flame of my love will keep burning ever bright regardless of the physical divide. With each passing day, I find myself yearning for the next time I will see you, but in the meantime, I will treasure the memories we have started to weave together. And I will find comfort in their warmth and hold onto the hope that our love will grow even stronger with every beat of our hearts.

Yours forever,

Letter # Too many to keep track of

June 12th, 2011

Mi cielo,

Do you remember that summer two years ago? Because I do. I had a two-week leave, and we went to the Miller's for a BBQ. You were wearing a beautiful blue dress that made you look like the sky on a clear summer day. God, you were so beautiful. We were having a great time when Benny told a stupid story that made you laugh so hard that your drink came out of your nose. I remember how embarrassed you got. But then you turned to me, and the embarrassment seemed to melt from your shoulder, and you couldn't stop laughing, your eyes were twinkling like the stars. It was such a beautiful sight and that's when I knew deep down that one day, I would marry you. You would be my wife, someone I would always hold, protect, and cherish until the end of time.

And today, my love, that day has arrived. You know how I struggle in front of a crowd, mi cielo. My words tend to stumble, and I find it challenging to maintain my voice. It's as if all the words jumble up in my throat, eager to escape all at once, resulting in a tangled mess of sentences. That's why I've chosen to write my vows to you in a letter, just like we've been exchanging since the day we first met. You once told me that you could see the truest version of me when I write to you, and I hope that on this special day, through this letter, I can make the side of me that can truly convey the depth of my love for you appear. Better than my spoken words ever could.

My beloved, from this day forward, I make you this lifelong promise. I promise to hold you close, to always offer comfort and support whenever you need it. You can count on me to be there, I will aim to be a steadfast presence in your life, like a rock you can always lean on. I will protect you and care for you for as long as live like a shield guarding against any storms that may come our way. No matter what challenges we face, I will be yours, never doubt that.

But mi cielo, my love for you goes beyond the grand moments that I hope will mark some of our journeys together. I vow to cherish you in the simple gestures also, where I think our love shines the brightest. Its with the gentle touch of our intertwined fingers, the way our laughter always seems to harmonize and in the unspoken understanding that always passes between us without the need for words.

As we walk side by side through the tapestry of life, I promise to be your faithful lover, always by your side, supporting you in every step you take. I will celebrate your victories with joy and stand with you during the challenges we encounter along the way. Together, we will continue to create a beautiful life that I cannot wait to keep on building with you

My beloved, today I pour forth these vows from the depths of my heart. They are not fleeting words but an enduring pledge, a testament to my unwavering love and devotion. As the days unfurl, my affection for you shall only deepen, like roots reaching ever further into the soil. I am filled with gratitude and blessed to call you my partner, my confidant, and my dearest friend.

Today I will say yes to forever with you and I know it will be the sweetest promise of all.

Te amaré siempre

Your Francisco

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"I want you to explain whatever the hell this is, Frankie. And no lies this time."

Frankie freezes. He cannot tear his eyes away from the 3 little baggies neatly placed in a row in front of you. Words get stuck in his throat as he tries to find something, anything to say to you.

"You've got nothing to say? Well, let me fill in the blanks for you, Frankie. I found one of these tucked away in your old boots, and the other one in your work drawer. I must admit, I'm still completely fucking baffled. How could you? How could you bring that into our home, Frankie? Especially when you're well aware of how absolutely unacceptable it is, especially with the baby."

Frankie looks around frantically, searching for an explanation. "How did you..."

"How did I find those? Well, I'm so glad you asked, Frankie." A surge of anger fuels your words as you take a step closer, your finger pointing accusatorily towards the door. "Let me shed some light on the precise moment when your little plan crumbled, right there in the car. The fucking car!!!" Your voice slices through the air, causing Frankie to wince.

"I had to learn from Benny and Will how you got back on cocaine! They slapped me in the face with the truth about your lies, how you’ve been deceiving me from the moment the plane touched the ground! How could you not tell me, Frankie? I thought we were doing well; you promised you would talk to me if things were getting hard!"

You take a deep breath, attempting to sort through the jumble of words clamouring to escape all at once. Emotions, accusations, fears, and disappointments vie to be hurled at Frankie.

"Well, let me tell you, hearing about how much your husband loves lying to you from Will and Benny was utter and complete shit! So, I thought I could let myself have a cigarette to help swallow that bitter pill. I knew you stashed some in the dashboard. But what did I find there? Not fucking cigarettes, Frankie! COKE? In the dashboard, really?! You've already had your damn piloting license revoked. Do you want to end up in jail on top of everything? Have you any clue what the cops would do if they caught you with this shit? Goddamn it, Frankie, how could you do this to me? How could you do this to Ella?"

Your voice quivers as you struggle to catch your breath. Years of bottled-up frustration and the pain of Frankie's betrayal finally overflow. Yet Frankie remains silent, avoiding your gaze and looking down at his own shoes in shame.

“FUCKING SAY SOMETHING” You roar as tears of anger start to fall down your face “You can’t just lie to me for weeks and hide cocaine in our home and not say anything!”

"Mi ciel..." Frankie softly starts, but you snap back, "Don't call me that, Frankie! You don’t have any right to call me that, especially not now!" The weight of your words hits Frankie, and his face fills with anguish.

"Please, you have to believe that I'm so damn sorry. I never meant for any of this. I wasn't going to take any of it, I fucking swear..." You scoff, cutting him off, "Oh, you swear? You've got cocaine in your goddamn boots, and you expect me to believe you weren't going to take any? Fuck, do you even have some on you now?" Swearing more than you’ve ever in your life, you realize you've unleashed a torrent of profanity that you can't seem to control. It's as if a dam has burst within you, and you're either unable or unwilling to stop it.

Frankie's silence hangs heavily in the air, his right-hand trembling with restless anxiety. A wave of numbing unease washes over you, and in a voice barely above a whisper, you manage to muster the words, "Frankie, do you have cocaine on you right now?" Frankie's hand, consumed by nerves, instinctively dives into his breast pocket, retrieving a small baggie. The tension in the room intensifies as he places it alongside the others on the table, its size and contents mirroring the rest.

Silence echoes in the room.

"Get out," you say with a stern voice.

"Wait, wait! I'm so damn sorry. I swear, I wasn't planning on touching any of it. It's just... knowing it's there, somehow it eases the pain that I can’t seem to get out of? But I promise you, I had no real intentions of actually using it. Please, please believe me!" Frankie pleads desperately, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anguish.

"Are you even hearing the words coming out of your own mouth? Maybe you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me. Not anymore. If it was just me, maybe I could brush it off, but I won't let Estrella be exposed to that" you say unwaveringly, though deep inside, the pain of seeing Frankie's face twisted with anguish and devastation pierces your heart. "And let me be crystal clear, Frankie. I don't owe you a damn thing! You're the one who lied, the one who got lost in that haze, the one who chose drugs over your own damn family. Not me. Well, guess what Frankie? I've hit my breaking point."

"Hermosa, please, I'm begging you from the depths of my soul. I promise to change, to become a better person. I'll go to therapy, find a sponsor—whatever it takes to make things right. Please, don't do this to us," Frankie pleads desperately, his voice filled with pain and heartache as if every word is a cry for salvation. “I can’t bear the thought of a life without you, of losing the love that has defined everything for so long. Please hermosa” Frankie’s voice cracks and almost makes you flinch in your resolve. But you steel yourself.

"Don't put the blame on me, Frankie. I've already given you all the support I could. I've respected your silence, comforted you through your nightmares, and endured being pushed away. I've watched you withdraw into yourself, and nothing I did or said seemed to make a difference! I thought that if you didn't want to talk to me, it would be better if you spoke with a professional. I've made efforts to get you into therapy, rescheduling appointments when you didn't like the therapist, and even searched for support groups for veterans in the city, despite knowing well that you've never attended any of them. I've been working double shifts since before Ella was born because you've been grounded. I've held this family together with every ounce of my strength. I've pushed and pushed, but now, Frankie, I'm exhausted. I can't push anymore. What I need from you now is to leave and help yourself," you explain, your voice laden with exhaustion.

"What about Ella? Are you going to deny me the chance to see my own daughter?" Frankie's voice quivers with a mixture of anguish and frustration, as he feels himself losing control. In his desperation, he resorts to lashing out, aware of the vulnerabilities he can exploit, quite like the skilled military man he is, used to exploiting weaknesses in an opponent's defences.

"I can't believe you would even ask me that," you reply, feeling hurt. Frankie avoids your eyes, his own filled with shame for his hurtful words. "I'm not a monster. Of course, you can see Ella. But deep down, we both know it would be better for her if her father were to take care of himself," you continue in a softer tone. "I've tried to heal for you, Frankie, but now I realize this isn't healthy. This is a step you need to take on your own. I'm tired, and I can't do this anymore."

"What the hell happened to 'for better or for worse'? You promised me we'd face any storm together, but the moment things get tough, you fucking disappear," Frankie's voice loudly fills the air.

Raising your gaze, you respond defensively "That's just not fair, and you know it." Letting out a heavy sigh, you gather the strength to continue, "Frankie, I've done everything I can to support you, but it's becoming painfully clear that my love and help have only pushed you deeper into whatever hell you are in right now. Damn it, maybe my mom was onto something. Maybe I am broken or completely unlovable. Maybe there's something wrong with me if my own husband can't trust his wife and turns to drugs instead." Tears well up as you wrap your arms around yourself, the weight of sobs stuck in your throat. The raw emotions in your voice make it clear that this pain cuts deep.

"No, no, no, Mi cielo, don't say that. I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean any of it, fuck, I didn't mean any of it. I know you tried; I know you've been trying for so long. You are not unlovable; you are the most amazing woman in the world. I am the one who doesn’t deserve you, I am the one who has never deserved you. Fuck I can’t believe I would say that to you, how could I make you feel like that." Frankie's voice loses its strength.

"None of this is your fault; it's all on me. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll go and seek help, and I promise you, I'll become the man that both you and Ella deserve," Frankie's voice quivers with remorse as he slowly approaches you, his arms outstretched, seeking to bring you into a comforting embrace.

But you are unable to bear your husband’s touch just yet and so you raise one trembling hand while keeping the other tightly wrapped around yourself, motioning for him to halt. "No, please... I can't handle your touch right now. I... I know I'll flinch, and it's not what you need, what Ella needs," you express with a quiver in your voice, a delicate blend of vulnerability and unwavering determination. "I'll be at work tomorrow, from 8 am to 6 pm, and Mrs. Hu will be taking care of Ella. You can come and collect anything you need during that time."

Frankie's sobs grip him overwhelmingly, tears cascading down his face like a torrent, but he manages to muster a nod of acceptance before slowly making his way toward the door. Just as his trembling hand reaches for the doorknob, he pauses, his gaze locked with yours, his voice barely a whisper choked with emotion.

"I'm really, really sorry, Mi cielo. The pain I've caused you is too much, and I carry the weight of my mistakes like a heavy burden. I want you to know that I take full responsibility for hurting our relationship and our family. It's all my fault, and I can't even find the words to express how deeply I regret everything."

His voice trembles, revealing the desperation in his heart as he goes on, “But please, trust me when I tell you that I won't give up. I won't let cocaine define who I can be. I'll find a way, no matter how tough the road ahead, to mend the broken parts of myself. I'll seek the help and guidance I need to heal, to become the husband and father that both you and Ella deserve."

And with that, he gathers the strength to turn away. His footsteps gradually fade as he leaves the room, leaving behind the lingering echoes of what you hope is Frankie’s sincere promise.

As the door closes, you crumble to the ground, consumed by doubt, pain, and anxiety. The weight of your actions bears down heavily, suffocating any shred of certainty. Questions flood your mind: Have you betrayed the sacred promises of your marriage? The thought gnaws at your conscience, tormenting you relentlessly. Perhaps, if you had been more understanding, more accommodating, this heart-wrenching situation could have been prevented. The self-blame intensifies, distorting your sense of self-worth into a hollow mockery.

Frankie has barely been gone for a few seconds, and yet your heart screams to chase after him. The urge to fix what's broken, to salvage the crumbling remnants of your relationship, grips you with an iron fist. But amidst the chaos of emotions, a flicker of clarity emerges. This painful separation, as agonizing as it feels, is something you need. It's a painful necessity for your own well-being, for the sake of Ella, and for the survival of your fractured family.

Trembling with uncertainty, you repeat to yourself like a desperate mantra, "You need this. You need this." Each word echoes with a haunting mix of determination, fear, and hope, reminding you of the bitter truth that sometimes, the most agonizing path is the only way forward.

You find yourself repeating the words over and over again, the echoes resounding through the shattered fragments of your soul. It becomes a desperate mantra, a chant that reverberates within the hollow chambers of your being: "You can't flinch. You mustn't flinch. You can't flinch. You mustn't flinch." Each repetition, like a plea to yourself, carries the weight of your determination to stay strong, to withstand the emotional turmoil that engulfs you.

Exhaustion eventually overtakes you, guiding your weary steps towards yours and Frankie's bedroom – now yours alone for the foreseeable future. As you reach the edge of your bed, a profound emptiness permeates your soul, accentuating the hollow void within. A sight catches your attention: the green duvet carelessly tossed on the floor, a remnant of the hasty morning departure.

 With a heavy sigh, you pick up the comforter, its fabric still carrying traces of Frankie's presence. Bringing it close to your face, you inhale deeply, drawing in his lingering scent, a bittersweet reminder of the love that once thrived in this room. Wrapping yourself in the duvet, you cocoon your fragile frame, seeking solace in its familiar itchy warmth. The world around you fades away as you surrender to a dreamless slumber, where you hope to find some respite from the relentless ache in your heart.

Next Chapter

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For the sake of being in the Halloween spirit, and also inspiration from your name-

Vampire!Bam x gn reader where Bam and reader are already together, and reader thinks it’s funny to make Bam dress up as Dracula for a Halloween party. 🤭 I could literally come up with more Bampire scenarios lmaoo I just feel like younger skater boy vamp Bam would be so cute 😭

Bite Me!

Bam agrees to go along with Y/N’s costume idea- on one particular condition.

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, alcohol, drug mention, biting, hickies,

An: Aaa happy early Halloween!! I’m not sure if you can tell from how I write this but I don’t go to too many Halloween parties XD I really liked writing for Bam early on in his Jackass career in this one, but yet again I like writing for Bam in general. I’ve never been super into the whole vampire romance type thing but I think writing this changed my mind! ;)

“Come on, Bam! One couple’s costume isn’t gonna kill you.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of your boyfriend groaning, you smeared on white face paint in the bathroom mirror, the sink below you crowded with containers of various products. “Its fuckin’ stupid! I mean,” He reluctantly peeled himself off of his spot on your bed, walking to the bathroom to squint over your shoulder at your reflection, “A ‘Bampire’? Really?”

You turned to him, your faces so close you swore you got makeup on him, “Yes. It was either that or Lamb Margera, and I didn’t feel like being Little Bo Peep. So there.” Not to mention, you thought he’d look adorable in the whole cape and puffy shirt getup. Planting a peck on his cheek, you went back to your makeup before you felt his hands snake around your waist as Bam leaned in towards you, mumbling against your neck, “Fine…but on one condition.” God, it was so easy to get to him. You nearly giggled as he continued, his teeth grazing your skin, “I get’t bite you tonight.” Oh, there was no way you could say no to that. “Alright…” You feigned annoyance, “Just not too hard?”

A Halloween party the two of you went to would be a good way for you to meet some of your boyfriend's new friends, you thought, gazing out the window as you drove along dim streets. As of one month prior he was a tv star, which you still hadn’t gotten over yet, but all you knew about what he did was the new and progressively grosser injuries he came home with. When you imagined his co-stars, you pictured a room full of cool extreme dudes that wear lots of baggy jeans and listen to edgy music.

So when you opened the door, you were kinda surprised. “Hey, sexy!” A man who could have been the real life Tarzan clad in the tightest patent leather playboy bunny costume, complete with satin bunny ears and black high heels, grinned at your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe. Woah. You couldn’t deny, this guy pulled it off. Turning to lead you in, he shook his genuinely impressive ass a little, showing off the fluffy white tail he had on, “Bam has been telling us all about you!” Your boyfriend played it off like it was nothing but you nodded, trying not to make it obvious what you were staring at as you filtered through the crowd towards the kitchen. He chuckled this charming stoner laugh, leaning against a countertop cluttered with half empty liquor bottles, “I'm Chris, by the way.” You smiled when he shivered a little as his skin felt cold marble, giggling.

Talking over the loud music, you chatted with him and Bam for a while about the show and how well everything was going with the show- they might even be getting renewed another season in a few months! Oh, you were so excited to hear you leaned over and planted one on your boyfriend’s cheek. He rolled his eyes childishly, keeping up his tough guy exterior as you giggled. Suddenly, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye- a rainbow blur followed by a fireball from the far side of the marble counter that lit up the dim, crowded room in a hot orange glow before, just as quickly, flickering out. You could hear Bam, and everyone else at the party, cheering for the guy in the multicolored clown costume as he landed with exaggerated bravado. One the applause died down, he made his way over to you and Bam, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. Your boyfriend grinned, taking one from him, “That wath, like- theriously gnarly dude.” As much as he tried to downplay the lisp, you really found it kind of cute, but he’d kill you if you said that in front of his buddies. Bam threw his arm around you, “Thith ith Y/N. ” His huge pupils almost looked like a part of his clown makeup as he fist bumped you, speaking with a voice that sounded like he gargled tacks, “Hey, dude! Wanna beer?” Before you could answer, one was already in your hands, but it’s not like you would deny a beer from a clown. Bam chuckled as the clown left as soon as he arrived, “And that wath Theve…”

The party buzzed hotly around you, just so many people doing so many substances- a hotbed of sweaty activity. Not really listening to whatever you were saying to him at this point, Bam glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he gestured to someone just out of your line of sight to come over. A few moments later, you felt a broad shoulder brush against your arm and you turned. God, he looked straight out of one of those old westerns, especially with the way he tipped that black cowboy hat as he smirked, leaning down to you and drawling sweetly, “Howdy.” God, why does your boyfriend have so many hot friends? You chuckled as Bam took to introducing him, “Thith ith Johnny, n’heth probably the cooleth dude here bethideth mythelf.” Johnny chuckled, cracking a crooked smile, “Aww, you flatter me.” Thinking of something, he turned to look towards the living room, “Hey, me’n the fellas are settin’ up ‘Pin The Dick On The Jackass’ over there. Wanna join?”

That’s how you ended up holding a brass tack with a giant red construction paper penis dangling from your hand. You nervously stared at the bubble butt in front of you, not wanting to stick Chris and probably give him tetanus. “C’mon, c’mon- just do it!” He giggled, looking back at you with an unexpected level of giddiness. The people around you laughed and cheered as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands shaky as you slowly moved them closer, until…

You felt Chris jump, his little bunny tail bobbing as he patted his chest, giggling, “Ooh!!” The room went wild at the sight of the paper dick swinging as he bounced on his toes as he chuckled, still managing to smile despite the tack in his ass, “Usually that feels pretty good, but that stung a little! Somebody get me a beer!” You couldn’t help yourself but to smile a little- these guys know how to have a good time.

“Really? A couple’s costume? Cute.” Ryan stood with his arms folded, leaning against one wall on the sidelines of the action. Bam rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? N’whatre you thuppothed to be? Evel Kinevil?” Propping his helmet up on his hip, Ryan turned to him, grinning, “First off, I’m a motocross dude. Second of all,” He pointed to you in the center of the circle of people, “Y/N’s hand’s gettin’ pretty damn close to asses that aren’t yours. ‘You gonna do anything about that?” Ryan knew to play on Bam’s jealous streak concerning you, bored and wanting to see something happen.

Johnny gazed into the water of the big tin bucket, “Jesus…if you’re that bad with your mouth, I’d worry for Y/N…” Yanking his head up, water dripped down Bam’s forehead as he shot a glare at the cowboy, “Yeah, tho I’m gettin’ the damn apple!” It had been five minutes. Dunn chuckled, his teasing from earlier seeming to have done its job in making the party more interesting. You found it kind of cute to watch him frantically searching around for an apple, the fangs stuck to his teeth in no way helping him bite one. After what felt like forever, he whipped his head up, water spraying everywhere as he emerged victorious with the crisp apple wedged firmly in his teeth. “Alright dude!” Steve came up all smiles, patting him on the back with a gloved hand, leaning in, “By the way, I totally pissed in that water.”

“Are- are you theriouth?” Bam received a nod. Laughing, Steve got punched in the arm by your reasonably pissed off boyfriend (no pun intended), leading you to imagine this sort of thing was pretty routine for them. Gross. You could only wonder what other bodily fluids have been on him. As he stormed off to the bathroom, you felt a familiar hand grasp yours, leading you away from the hot crowd. Oh. Oh? Ducking down a dark hallway, you trailed behind Bam, not even thinking about how wet his hand was as the liquid dripped down your fingers.

Closing the door behind you, it was like you had just stepped into your own little world away from the chaos of the party. Music thumped through the walls softly, making your whole body vibrate as you leaned against the wall. You watched your boyfriend rinse his hair off in the sink under half burnt out vanity lights. Bam ran a hand through his soaked, dark curls, now half plastered to his forehead as he looked at you from the porcelain with those piercing blue eyes.

“Tho…” He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hands finding their place on your waist. Your noses nearly touched as he leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your skin as he raised an eyebrow, whispering against your ear with a fanged grin, “How ‘bout that bite now?” Heat rose from your toes all the way up to your cheeks as you blushed, flustered. He turned his head to the side, spitting the fangs out in the sink before dipping his head and closing in on your neck. You held your breath, but he seemed to hesitate for a second, watching your tense reaction with a smirk. He was playing with his food. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.

You let out a whimper, not even noticing when the unlocked door to your side creaked open. Hell, you didn’t even pick up on it once the snickers started pouring in, too consumed by the purple, throbbing hickey Bam was presently biting into your neck. It took Chris leaning in, asking, “Hey, can I get one next?” To shake you out or your trance, whipping your head around at the crowd as they childishly giggled and gaged in mock disgust. Your face somehow turned redder than before, but Bam didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, chuckling, “How much’a that did you guys catch?” Johnny grinned, leaning against the door jamb, “Just enough.”

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Top 5 primals or bosses?

God, this is going to be hard to narrow down. Actually, you know what? Someone else asked this too. So for THIS list, I will do only primals, and then answer the other person with un-primals!

It'll probably still be tricky.

In fact, I will do an honorable mention: Shinryu, entirely because that trial has one of my favorite random game memories attached to him. I started during the Stormblood era, and finished 4.0 mere days before Shadowbringers started its head start period. So when I zoned in, I told people I was new, etc. I was assured there was no need to worry, people would carry me through it no problem, as this trial was OLD HAT by now.

So naturally, we immediately wiped when everyone was swept off the platform to their deaths by the first water spout, because no one remembered it was a thing that happens. <3

ANYWAY TOP FIVE PRIMALS GO

#5: Ravana: I love his Phase 1 music so much. Phase 2 is also good, but I wasn't expecting Phase 1 to be a waltz, and the surprise of it made me appreciate it extra. I also enjoy seeing who forgot he has a knockback, and who forgot to make sure they're standing in front of a wall. (And sometimes, that person is me.)

#4: Ramuh: I like that he's mostly a chill primal who just wants to keep his little worshipers safe. His trial isn't my favorite, but I love his vibes. And I do love how his Eden fight can still be a gigantic clusterfuck. (I love the normal content that can still fuck people up, I can't help it.)

#3: Titan: He cares about his little kobold dudes and I appreciate that a lot. And like Ramuh, I really love his Eden fight. I love the question it raised in me immediately: just how many concussions has Dusk had?

#2: Susano: I love how he gets summoned, I love that all he wants to do is have a fight, I love how happy he is the entire time, and I'm a nice tank who always lets the other tank catch the sword, because I am a giver.

#1: Ifrit: Okay, look, I know. I know he is objectively lame. I love his Eden fight, but he's so sad they needed to combine him with Garuda to keep things exciting. His theme is kind of dull and not even unique to him, and no one is happy to see him. I get him roughly 90% of the time I queue for leveling roulette.

And that has turned to love.

Plus in an attempt to take a picture of him where he looks cool, I got a picture of Dusk I super love. Thanks, Ifrit! You're the best!

And thank you for the ask!

#ffxiv #ask and i will answer #least favorite primal: poor leviathan

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Seeing Stars Part 5

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary: Star joins Hellfire. She starts to see the cracks in Eddie's goofy facade as they get closer and more open with one another. She spends her time building him up. After a public encounter with Jason, Star ends up apologizing to Eddie with the same thing that got her into trouble in the first place. Her big mouth. ;)

(There's a certain aspect to the last section of this chapter that is entirely self-indulgent of me to assume about Eddie. I don't even know that I think it's true. I had the idea for them to hook up and I couldn't get it out of my head. Therefore you get this! So you're welcome. Or I'm sorry.)

Comment & Reblog to let me know you like it and want more Eddie content!

Part 1 if you missed it!

Warnings/Triggers: NSFW. Oral: Male Receiving. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink activated. The best way to apologize is with a blowjob.

Star heard her name being screeched as she reached her car after school.

“Thank god you’re still here!” She raised her brows and saw Dustin with his hat tilted from running, bouncing on his wild nest of curls, catching his breath. He went bent over with his hands on his knees dramatically.

“Who died?” she asked with a straight face.

“No one. But I might.” he grimaced and stood. “I need a favor.”

“You need a ride again?”

“Nah. Nah this is a big one.”

“Two rides?” she joked.

“You laugh but… this is serious.” he wagged a finger at her. She stood with her arms crossed, leaning against her car waiting for real information.

“Lucas’s basketball stuff is picking up and he can’t make it to Hellfire. We need another party member or Eddie won’t let us do the new dungeon.”

“You want me to talk to him or something? Sounds like he’s being a little bit of a dick.”

“No I - WE need you to join. Formally. Ya know? You hang with us all the time it only makes sense for the new person to be you.”

“Did everyone else you ask say no?” she smirked.

“That information is irrelevant. I’m asking you.”

“You don’t want me joining, I don’t know anything about it.” she dismissed.

“I know that’s not true.” Dustin scolded. “You hear us talk about it all the time and I know Eddie’s talked about it with you. He told me.” he insisted.

“When is it?” she chewed her cheek in thought.

“Tonight.”

“Talk about short notice.”

“You don’t work tonight. You said so at lunch!” he pointed a finger in triumph.

“I did say that.” she sighed.

“C’mon. You’re an artist, you’ll be great. You’re creative!” he held his hands together in a prayer motion.

“I’ll need help.” she stated bluntly.

“I’ll help you! Gladly!”

“And I’m going to ask a shit load of questions.” she adds.

“Of course! You can’t learn if you don’t! Good!” he rocked back and forth in anticipation of a yes. He jumped up and down in celebration when she threw her car keys back into her purse.

“Fine.” she held her hands up in surrender.

“Yes!” he did a little squirmy happy dance. “We’ve got about two hours to build you a character. This is gonna be so damn good!” he grabbed her wrist, the only one bold and confident enough of the group to touch her besides Eddie. She thinks that Dustin somehow knew he was her favorite.

-

She sat opposite two very excited teenage boys in the science lab. They both had their elbows on the table, knees in their chairs, reaching across the tabletop to help her fill out her character sheet. Their enthusiasm was so high it was almost contagious.

“Eddie’s gonna be so happy, dude. Maybe he won’t be so revved up about getting more people for a little bit.” Mike sighed.

“Yeah, he’ll love this. He’s gonna love this character too. You did a good job.” Dustin nods Star’s way.

“Why’s he gonna love it?”

“She’s fun. We don’t have any girls. It adds something to the dynamic. Plus she’s not boring. I like the backstory. He’ll think it’s good.”

“As long as Eddie’s happy, huh?”

“That fact that we-” Dustin clears his throat at Mike. “Dustin got you to finally agree will put him in a good mood.”

“Finally?”

“Yeah, he’s been bitching about not being able to convince you to join.”

“Really” Star's face scrunched up in disbelief.

“Yeah, has he not been bothering you about it?”

“I wouldn’t say bothering but I didn’t know he wanted me to join, I thought he was being nice because I was new.”

“Nah, he likes you.” Dustin grins but it felt more wholesome than suggestive. “I can tell. He doesn’t like anybody.” he chuckles. “He wouldn’t want you in if he didn’t.”

“It’s not just because you’re a girl,” Mike adds. It wasn’t exactly helpful but it was nice to have the clarification. “Although he said we needed one bad. He said it would add a much-needed aspect of diversity to the party.”

“Total sausage party in there, Star.” Dustin chuckled. “Happy Eddie means better everything. So we owe you for joining. Seriously.”

“I’ll send you my bill.”

-

Dustin slid into the theatre risky business style as he’d planned.

“I found a new member!” he clapped his hands together and strutted to his seat.

“Really?” Eddie’s head perked up from the fortress of folders he’d created around his dungeon notes.

“May I present to you…” Dustin says with an outstretched arm, Mike behind him playing drums on the tabletop. “Athena Sandys.” Even though Star was known for an act of drama from time to time she thought the introduction a bit heavy-handed. She came around the corner, notebook clutched to her chest as she met Eddie’s eye’s immediately and waved with a coy smile.

“Did anyone else feel a chill?” Eddie asked, raising from his chair with a confident push, rubbing his arms. “No? Because I think hell just froze over.” he grinned, chin up and in control in his club’s meeting space. The rest of the guys, already sitting and ready, laughed at his theatrics.

“It was a little cold when I left.” Star agreed.

“So? What’d it take to get her to say yes?” He kept his eyes on Star, arms crossed and making his way across the space.

“I asked her.” Dustin shrugged it off.

“He sounded much more desperate than he’s letting on.” she added.

“You think you’re ready?” Eddie challenged.

“I have my character and Dustin has promised to hold my hand the whole time so I don’t fuck everything up.” Eddie nodded, a cocky smile on his face as he pulled out the chair she’d sit in, straight across from him.

“Who do we have the privilege of welcoming to the party?”

“I’m Athena, a chaotic good, half-orc monk. What I lack in intelligence I make up for in dexterity and strength. My favorite pastime is getting drunk in travelers' taverns and generally having a good time, When I get bored I like to go on adventures and brain creatures with my greatclub who try to keep others from having a good time.” Eddie beamed at her, a mix of pride and amusement. He pushed the chair out toward her, stepping aside and with a small bow leading her to the seat. As she reached him he extended his hand to her.

“Welcome to Hellfire.”

-

Star hadn’t known what she would be in for, but what she found herself witnessing wasn’t it. She couldn’t take her eyes off Eddie. Dramatically lit with stage lights and sat on a large throne, he loomed over the table as he spoke and directed. He built a scene from the ground up using all five senses, the descriptions on par with that of a writer, left nothing to be desired. He did voices for different characters, he moved differently, he had accents and sound effects and she found herself covering her mouth not to giggle. She didn’t want to make a sound as she wouldn’t dare interrupt him. She wanted to giggle because he was being the most adorable she’d ever seen him. She thought he was in his element with the guitar but this was a different side of him she’d not seen. She adored it.

After a scene-setting monologue and an initial roll, she realized the others were also acting like him, with accents and flourishes of their hands, describing what their characters were doing and how they moved about the world. She could’ve kissed every boy there on the cheek with how sweet it all was to her. You so rarely got to see people unmask and be themselves fully. Those moments where you can really tell someone is doing something they care about. It made her chest feel all warm and fuzzy. She’d never hung out with these sorts of nerds before. And she’s wishing she hadn’t been so fast to judge them in the past.

Soon Eddie’s face rolls to her.

“And how do you enter Lady Sandys?” with his hand outheld he sat back waiting to see how she’d fit into the group. Here goes nothing, Star thought to herself.

“I follow into the tavern, very confident but I’m not being an asshole about it, ya know?” She sees Eddies shoulder move with a quiet laugh. “I go up to the bar and order a… beer? Mead? Ale?” she scrunches her nose in question.

“Doesn’t matter.” Dustin whispers to her.

“Ale,” Star states with a nod. “I lean back on the bar and watch the crowd, seeing Gareth the Great approaching the suspicious-looking fellow and I scan the area for anything else suspicious.”

“Wisdom check.” Dustin whispers.

“Oh right.” Star puts her finger to her character page. “My wisdom is high. And I have perception Yes? Yes. I want to see if anything is out of place in the tavern.” her eyes move up to Eddie’s and he’s elated she’s trying. They needed her more than she needed them.

“Roll for a wisdom check, Milady.” Eddie kindly permitted with a wave of his hand.

-

Eddie had left them on a cliffhanger, and everyone seemed upset about it but Star. She thought it was planned brilliantly. Everyone filed out eventually, the voices of the last ones to leave fading out in the hallway. Now it was only Eddie and Star.

“You want help cleaning up?” she offers with a soft smile.

“Yeah, thanks.” he says quietly and sincerely, she starts by blowing out the candles around the room. “So Henderson can get you to join but I can’t huh?” he asks. She can hear the tease in his tone.

“Have you seen that kid? How can I say no to that face?”

“My face not cute enough?” Eddie pouted until she turned to look at him.

“I didn’t say that.” she points out. “He begged me. Almost on his knees begging. I was corned by an adorable child, I couldn’t break his heart.”

“That’s fair.” he nods. “Why didn't you say yes when I asked you though?” she could tell it was a genuine concern for him from this voice.

“I didn’t know you were that serious about it,” she stated honestly. She brought the candles and stacked them in a box while he shuffled his papers in order. “I thought you were just being nice because I didn’t have any friends.” she shrugged. “Until talking to Mike and Dustin I didn’t know you actually wanted ME in the club.”

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“I thought you might’ve just needed any warm body, ya know? A placeholder? A sub?” she takes a dice bag and mirrors Eddie separating the die by sides strewn across the long table.

“Really? I thought I was asking you too much and being annoying about it.”

“Apparently not.” she smiled. “Or it took actual begging for me to realize you were asking not just suggesting in. Guess I'm a bit dense that way.” she chewed her lips while she thought.

“Either way.” he makes his way around to beside her, knotting a bag and putting it into his duffel bag. “I”m really glad you came.”

“Thanks.” she gave a warm smile that showed him she meant her words. “I'm glad I did too. It was really cute.” she seemed happy and relaxed, Eddie suddenly looked the opposite.

“Cute?” he sounded offended.

“Maybe that’s the wrong word. I didn’t know everyone was SO into it. The voices and the drama of it all. It was really nice to see people enjoying themselves. You don’t see it a lot. Makes me wonder if I ran in the wrong circles back home. It was endearing.”

“Endearing is a much better choice of words.” he laughed. “The club crowd not full of nerds? I’m so shocked.” he put a hand to his chest, and with most everything put away they turned their full attention to each other.

“Everyone was fake. I shouldn’t say everyone but, most. The rich kids in the art crowd didn’t like me because I was poor. The poor kids didn’t think I took it seriously enough, the club kids didn’t like the pompous art people. The art people didn’t like the happily dumbed down by drugs club kids. It was a messy group to try to exist in.”

“They dislike each other and yet they’re all still somehow up their own asses.” he nodded in understanding.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed with open hands. “Everyone’s a piece of shit. Get over it.” they both laughed. “You know… if someone had told me what it was really like I would’ve come sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t. I didn’t know you wanted me to.”

“I’m not exactly known for my directness when it comes to anything involved with real feelings.” he widened his eyes and pursed his lips. “I also didn’t want to annoy you.”

“I appreciate it. But I should’ve paid more attention too.”

“So we both suck?” he grinned.

“We both totally suck.” she laughed. “Except you at being a Dungeon Master. You most certainly do NOT suck at that.” She met and held his gaze with the praise that he wanted to hide from.

“Really?”

“You were made for it. I had the best time. I didn’t know you did it like theatre, it never occurred to me.” she lightly bonked her forehead. “But watching you and then seeing everyone else in the room baited onto your every word is…” she lets out a quick little sigh. “It’s…” she chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s really attractive,” she admitted, sheepishly.

“It f-what?” he let out a nervous chuckle.

“It was hot.” she shrugged. “You were working the room, being charismatic and so self-assured. You know what you’re talking about and you know you know it and it shows. You have a very daunting, demanding presence when you DM and it’s… it’s hot.” she grinned, leaving room for him to respond.

“Ahhh.” he groaned. “You’re fucking with me. Haha. I get it.”

“I gave you examples,” she said in defense of herself. “I’m not joking. Why wouldn’t you being confident and charismatic be attractive?” she narrowed her eyes at him. She was serious. He looked off the side and knocked his toe into the floor bashfully.

“It’s always been my nerdy shit, you know?” his nose twitched as he looked at her with unsure eyes.

“And you LOVE your nerdy shit,” she adds excitedly, moving closer to him to force him to raise his head. “It’s sexy to give a shit about something, Eddie. So many people spend their entire lives trying to seem like they don’t. And you do. So own it.” she gave his chest a little shove.

“It’s a huge part of my life. I spend most of my time thinking about it and trying to learn everything about it. If not this it’s music and my guitar.” he begins to talk more animatedly.

“And you’re amazing at both.”

“Yeah.” he nods. “I’m a great DM and I’m kick-ass at guitar.” he says with a much straighter posture.

“That’s a boy.” he grins and pinches his chin. “For as pretty as you are when you act confident it’s 100 fold. Go from aw, cutie pie baby boy to oh shit, who’s that grown ass man, and how can I get him inside me?” she raised an eyebrow and he openly laughed.

“You can’t talk like that here, people can hear you.” he grins.

“So?” she groans and shrugs. “People already think we’re fucking anyway.” she rolls her eyes.

“They do?” she tilts her head at him with an incredulous look on her face.

“They must be afraid of saying shit around you. Or maybe I’m sneakier than you. I overhear a lot of it. Some of it the guys say to my face because they’re gross.”

“What do they say?” his brow lowers.

“They think because I’m hanging out with only guys I’m fucking all of you.” she waves her hand, recalling things.

“Because god forbid people have friends.” he sighs.

“Every friend I’ve had that was a guy, someone thought I was fucking him. I'm not surprised by it anyway. As soon as I went through puberty and got this body, all of a sudden everything I do is because I’m a loose woman. A woman of ill repute. A harlot. A hussy.” she poses dramatically for every word, hand to her forehead and leaning back over the table. “It’s mostly the less fun ones like whore and slut though.”

“I’ve been called a lot of things but never a whore or a slut.”

“I’ve called you that.” she grins.

“I wasn’t counting those.” he laughs.

“Hearing I was being used for group sex magic is my favorite rumor I’ve heard so far.” she nodded earnestly.

“That’s kinda cool.” they both giggled.

“Creative right?” she sat on the table. “One girl told me you had the clap and to stay away.”

“I don’t. Just for the record.”

“Good to know. Neither do I. Just for the record.”

“I haven't heard that one yet. But I’ve heard you’re a witch.”

“Not a rumor. True.” she beamed at him, turning her head his way.

“Not the kind they’re talking about. They think you do sex rituals and burn things and that’s how you got your scars. A deal with the devil gone bad. Or that you burned down your old school.”

“Man I wish.” she let out a real laugh. “I have done sex rituals though.” she wiggled her brows at Eddie.

“Cute.”

“I”m serious,” she smirked. “Sex magic is powerful stuff. I use it to manifest things.” she kicked her feet off the side of the table.

“Seriously?”

“What? You scared?” she lunged at him.

“I guess I didn’t know you really did that.”

“Plenty you have to learn about me, Munson. Plenty I have to learn about you.”

“And now I’ll learn it quicker since I get you for a few more hours every week.” he reached his leg over and kicked her foot with his.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

-

Star was trying to keep her eyes from permanently being affixed to her sockets in the rolling position. With her hand on her temple, and lips tight she was looking up at Eddie who was currently standing on the lunch table in a pissing contest with the head jock Jason.

“Is this a recurring theme for these two?” she sighs, leaning into Dustin who sat next to her.

“Unfortunately the two alpha males of their pride's fight publicly to show their strength to the community at large.” he muttered back with less disdain for the situation than Star. Star wanted peace, not in a hippie way, but in the please for the love of god just shut the fuck up sort of way.

“Fuckin’ pretty boy dipshit. Why don’t you go cry into your daddy’s wallet you normie ass.” Eddie shouts.

“I’m done with this.” Star says with a groan shaking her head. “Don’t send a man to do a woman’s job.” she says to Dustin before she slams her hands on the table and catches the attention of the whole cafeteria. She stands and looks at Eddie, a look he knows means he’s gone too far. To save face he doesn’t leave his perch of superiority.

“Okay. Look.” Star’s voice boomed loud and clear, the result of theatre courses taken in her youth. “Jason… we know you’re jealous of Munson, alright?” She talks with her hands, her long nails serving points, and an added flourish to her very confident delivery. Jason sneers and a laugh carries across the popular kid's table. Eddie hides his confusion with an angry face and takes a step back toward the edge of the lunch table.

“Jealous? What on earth could I possibly be jealous of that freak for?” he puts his hands on his hips and the attention is swept away from Eddie.

“Oh you know… your little… issue.” she holds her fingers close together, clearly suggesting he had a little dick. Jason scoffs and shakes his head. “We can’t all have big dicks like Eddie here. I get it. You’re jealous. I would be too.” she holds her hands to her chest like she’s sincerely empathizing. A snicker travels through the room, especially the Hellfire group. Eddies face gets a little pale for a moment. “But all this very dramatic parading about trying to prove yourself as some alpha male when you’re a polished beta at best is getting pretty fucking pathetic don’t you think?” Jason shares at her in shock.

“That’s not-! I don’t have-!” he begins angrily, fists clenched and feet planted as whispers travel through the room. “How do you know anyway? Are you some whore that gets passed around among the freaks?”

“What I do in my free time is none of your concern.” she smirks and gives no anger or hurt to him.

“Slut.” he mutters.

“Oh, a slut? That’s not what you called me at Austin’s party.” she taps a finger to her chin as if she’s thinking. “When you were whining, drunk off your ass about how you wanted to fuck me. You whipped it out and started jerking it while you pouted and tried to convince me you could get hard. You’re mad I wouldn’t fuck you. I get it.” she gives a flip of her wrist. “But it’s not like I would’ve been able to tell you were inside me with that little gherkin pickle you’ve got in your pants.” The cafeteria has a dull roar of chuckles travel through the smirking faces watching Jason. “You're insecure, that’s normal. Stop being so transparent about it it’s pitiful. Go talk to a therapist that your daddy’s money can pay for and stop bothering guys that have what you don’t you little twat.” She ended with crossed arms and a tone that sounded like a scolding mother.

“You’re lying.” he profoundly states, looking around and expecting the room to agree.

“People are going to believe what they’re going to believe.” she shrugs so casually it only pisses him off more, his face turning a deeper shade of red by the second. “And I choose to believe, based on this infernal bickering you two do constantly, that you have textbook penis envy and you’re lashing out.” Her tone and bobs of her head showed how fed up she was with the childish name-calling and shouting matches that would happen every time the tension snapped between them.

“That freak’s the one who started it! He’s probably the one compensating for something!”

“We and I speak for this lovely group of individuals,” she presents the men surrounding her at the table with her hand. “have these things called morals and values. You go against those things. Eddie, our resident hot head, gets mad when he sees people, or a person, i.e. YOU perpetuating these harmful stereotypes that only act to exacerbate the issues of cult-like behavior in our society that harms and actively works against those that think for themselves and want to change the problems that cause others to suffer.” Jason blinks, not understanding all the words she’d used. “In more layman’s terms. Which means someone who lacks the intelligence to grasp complex subjects. You’re the oppressor and we are oppressed. But we don’t lay down for your boot to crush our necks. So any retaliation from you, whether Eddie starts it or not, is done in fear of the oppressed taking back their power. You fear us because we can ruin your way of doing things. Have you EVER listened in social studies, man?” she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re just as crazy as the rest of them.”

“Thank you.” she gave a bright beaming smile. “The tactic of invalidating others' ideas is meant to belittle them and take away their power. So thank you for completely validating everything I just said with one single sentence. Good job.” she clapped for him.

“You’re a bitch.”

“Riveting social commentary!” she laughed in his face. “Let me insult you in a way you understand, dickweed. Big dick.” she pointed to Eddie. “Little dick.” she pointed to Jason. “ You big mad cause you little dick. Big boy use big words and make baby dick BIG ANGY!” She openly mocked him, her arm movements gave away how annoyed she was at this point. “Now please fuck off and let me eat my god damn chicken fingers in peace!” she shouts the last part and the cafeteria erupts into laughter. Telling someone to ‘fuck off, let me eat’ is a universal language spoken by all humans, and therefore the entire student body knew exactly what she meant.

“Ms. Reynolds!” the principal shouted and everyone including Star’s head shot towards the booming voice. “My office. NOW.”

-

Star had recovered, knowing that no one could get her into trouble for saying a few words to another student. She knew Robbie wouldn’t care he’d raised her to not take shit from anyone. She’d been suspended for 2 days and spent that time in her trailer drawing, writing, and generally having a very relaxing time. She was set to go back to school the next day and had settled in for a movie to wind down. With a dim lamp across the room and the glow from the tv being that only light, she'd cocooned herself in a pile of pillows. A knock at her door barely registered to her.

“I put the leftovers in the fridge,” she shouted. Then the door opened and Eddie poked his head in. “Hey!” she smiled and perked up, pausing the movie. “Wasn’t expecting you.” she gave him a warm welcome and scooted over so he could join her on the bed.

“Yeah, I didn’t know if I should come or not.” The tone caught Star off guard.

“Oh?” she asked, her face not hiding its emotions in his presence. “You know you can come over anytime.”

“ I know. I meant…” he finally made his way inside and shut the door behind him, feet almost dragging as he made his way toward her. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” She gave a single nod and her face went from confused to concerned.

“That doesn’t strike fear into my heart or anything.” she said entirely honest and pats the bed next to her.

“It’s not. Like…bad it’s not…” his face scrunched and he scratched his head as he sat next to her. “It’s about what went down this week. In the cafeteria.”

“With Jason?”

“Yeah.” he took a deep breath and moved to face her. “I’m not…happy with how that went down.” She blinked at him confused. “I was mad at first, but I'm not mad now I’m just annoyed.”

“I’m…sorry? I didn’t think I was overstepping any boundaries.”

“I mean, I don’t want you to fight my battles for me. Not over stupid shit like that. Not that what most of what you said wasn’t really fucking funnny.” he cracks a small smile and hesitates.

“Most?” she asked quietly.

“Because of what you said… I’ve been getting a lot of uhm, attention? From girls?” his head tilted and his snarled lip wasn’t from anger from a sense of uneasiness.

“Oh my god really?” she covered her mouth and cut back on how big her laugh was.

“Yeah. I had a girl come up to me while I was leaving that same day. It was awkward as hell, I don’t know how to talk to these people. They wiggle their eyebrows and wink at me and keep looking at my crotch like something’s gonna happen.” Star keeps her hand over her mouth and snorts.

“I didn’t even think of that.” she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Eddie, honey, I was so focused on Jason and hitting him where it hurts I didn’t even consider girls would be hitting you up.” she let a small laugh out and he finally breaks and lets his shoulders bounce a bit with one of his own.

“Normally it wouldn’t like, be an issue ya know. But one, I don’t know how to deal with girls flirting with me so aggressively and I know what they want from me and it’s weird.”

“You need me to run 'em off?” she offered with a grin.

“Would you?” he chuckled. “I’ve gotten used to telling them no really quick and once they realize I’m not gonna fuck them they just leave me alone.”

“I didn’t think there were girls at Hawkins that bold to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah I didn’t either.” he shook his head. “What you said was funny, it wasn’t the wrong thing to make him feel bad about it it’s just that…” he takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck. “It makes it awkward for me because it’s…” he holds his hands out like he’s trying to find the words to say even though he knows exactly what he wants to say. Star was leaned forward, focused and intently listening to him. “…well it’s true.” he grits the words through his teeth and finally meets Star's gaze.

“True? Oh, I did figure Jason was hung like an ant but wouldn’t that mean it hurt his feelings more? Shouldn’t he be more inclined to shut up now?”

“Not that part.” his voice cracked like he was going through puberty again and he cleared his throat. She blinked a few times, her eyes blank as she watched him act bashful about what he said. He then watches her eyes wander up and around, her brow hard as she went through the list of things she’d said in her mind. Her eyes go wide, her brows rising as high as they could before her chin pushed back into her neck.

“So if Jason is small you’re…” she held her hand out as if he was supposed to finish the sentence but when she was met with a solemn nod she was forced to say it out loud. “…big.” She looked away, head darting from side to side before settling back into a hunched position towards him. “So you’re saying you’re upset because you do have a big dick and now girls know about it and want it? Just to clarify.” she waves her hand and he could tell she was a bit baffled by the whole thing.

“It’s something I've tried to hide. I’m self-conscious about it.” he almost mumbled the words and she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Eddie. Honey. Darling…” she playfully teases with a suppressed laugh. “Why in the ever-loving FUCK would you be self-conscious about it?” her fingertips pressed together, her mouth pressing against them.

“When I was younger guys would give me shit about it. Made me feel even more like a freak. And then some girls have had not entirely nice things to say about.”

“You’re being serious? If you’re joking stop now because you’ve won. I’m believing you.”

“I’m not.” he shook his head with wide innocent eyes.

“Were you an early bloomer?”

“A what?”

“Did you hit puberty before the other guys in your grade?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Uh huh.” she nodded. “They were jealous, sweetie. They wanted to be grown up too. But you have to wait it out and let your body do its thing. The same thing happened to me. I came back one summer and suddenly there were tits and hips and they start calling me fat and a slut. They were jealous. There’s nothing wrong with you.” she put her hand on his thigh like she would any other time but felt a little more awkward about this time.

“Oh.” he stared for a moment. “Shit that makes sense.” he slumped his shoulders, a weird relief coming over him.

“And uh, these girls? I’ll need names and addresses.” she smiled, scooping her head to meet his eyes and make him look at her. “Who the fuck makes someone feel bad about having a nice dick?”

“I said big. I didn't say nice.”

“The same if you ask me.” she let out a laugh and a light flush hit Eddie’s cheeks. “Would you tell me what they said? Being a slut I’m more than curious.” This got a real laugh out of him.

“This one girl, we were gonna hook up after a concert and she started laughing and said no way that was gonna work.” his eyes wander as he tried to remember. Star goes through varying levels of disbelief

“Has anyone complained once you got into fucking them?” she smirked knowingly. He gave a dumb laugh that answered.

“Nope.” he finally breaks, the soft eye crinkles back as he looks at her with less stress in his body language, running his hand through his hair.

“That’s what I thought.” she nodded with pooched-out lips. “Those girls were like, hookups right?”

“Yeah.” the corner of his mouth twitches.

“That makes sense. If she wasn’t nice enough to tell you no in a not shitty way or wasn’t horny or experienced enough to even try, she probably wouldn't have been very good in bed anyway.” she nodded, trying to help him understand the rejection. It seems to help, seeing the resolved sort of neutral smile comes across his face. “I have to admit, I’ve seen you in boxers and I wasn’t thinking , check out the hog on this guy.” He laughs with his whole body, his chest moving and eyes shut for a moment.

“It was soft!” he says in defense of himself.

“Because you’ve brought this to my attention you know what you have to do right?”

He shook his head coming down from the laugh, feeling the worry he’d harbored about her reaction and the weird residual guilt and shame about it fade into the background.

“ I have to see it.” she gives him a mischievous smile. “You could be lying for all I know.” he can see she’s being playful with her exaggerated eye movements.

“Why would I lie?”

“You wouldn’t. I wanna see it is my point.” knocks one hand into the other to emphasize her point and he grins. “I mean even before this I wanted to,” she smirks and gives him a good look up and down. “But now I REALLY do.”

“I can't just whip it out.” he chuckles.

“Want me to?” her smirk turns into a small snort of a laugh.

“You’re serious?”

“No duh. You’ve piqued my interest so specifically.” she has a lighthearted air about her as she speaks. “ I mean, you know I’d fuck you. “ She mumbled. “That’s not a secret. But, if you wanna trade or barter I’m open to it. “You want me to do your homework?” He gives her a laugh and shoves her shoulder. “Or a little old-fashioned you show me yours, I show you mine?” she giggled and tugged at the bottom of her shirt.

“Shit you are serious.” She nodded and hummed, expectantly looking at him with bright eyes.

“I mean obviously, no means no. Just say it and I’ll stop. But I do wanna see you, Eddie.” her voice turned deeper and sweeter, the way she said his name like it was a bad word.

“You do?”

“Are you forgetting that I called you sexy recently? Agreed to fool around with you? I just admitted a second ago I wanted to fuck you? Does any of that ring a bell?” She narrowed her eyes at him and scooted toward the edge of the bed, now hip to hip with him.

“Yeah.” A gives a little nod looking at the floor. “I’m not used to hearing that.” He admits quietly. “I forget that people might be attracted to me. It catches me off guard. I don’t look at myself like that so I forget.”

“That’s why the girls being aggressive is wigging you out huh?”

“Yeah.” He nodded subtly again.

“Does it bother you when I talk about it? Like calling you handsome or-?”

“No.” He quickly answers with a swing of his head towards her. “No, I like it when you do it. I know you. I know you aren’t lying to me.” She moves and holds his chin in her hand to make him look at her.

“Did someone lie about it before?” He didn’t answer but the sad eyes were enough. “A nice guy like you should know what he’s worth.” She says matter of factly. “I wish you could see yourself like I do.” She sighed and looked away. Then she saw her answer. “Maybe I can.” She chews her lip and Eddie can see her weighing options in her mind. She then moves her journal off her bedside table. “Here.” She pushes to her knees in front of him on the floor, putting the notebook in his lap after fluttering through the pages. “It’s not exactly how I see you but… maybe it’ll help?” She shrugged and showed him more drawings of himself.

These weren’t even the ones he’d seen by accident. There were more.

“I like to draw from real life. And you’re a really good subject. My drawing of hair has improved so much since I met you.” She pointed to the brunette waves she’d done with pencil and pastels. “You said I told you that you looked like someone that would be painted the first time I met you? Well, I took my advice and started drawing you when you don’t notice. Mainly when you're concentrating”. She flipped the pages and showed him more recent ones. “I like drawing you best when you’re asleep.” She let out a soft laugh. “Hopefully this doesn’t freak you out. I won’t do it anymore if it does.”

“No. It’s… nice.” He feels a rare warmth in his chest as she explains techniques for a moment.

“The light comes through that window and when you’re napping it'll be just right and I can’t pass up some good shading practice. Your nose is tricky. It’s not big and it’s not small. It’s straight but it has this little button too.” She beamed up at him and he believes every word she said without a second thought.

“You really see me like this?” His eyes returned to the paper.

”I can’t believe someone as beautiful as you could ever think they weren’t. Just look at those big eyes!” There were those sincere stares of hers again. They were rare but when they were unleashed on Eddie he was hopeless. “I’m sorry people made you doubt yourself.”

“You… this really helps. Thanks.” He gave her a weak but warm smile.

“Good.” She gives him a perky smile. “I’ve never let anyone see in my journals so consider yourself lucky. But it’s a crime a man with the face of a pre-raphaelite muse doesn’t know he’s gorgeous. It should be illegal.” She chuckles and shuts the notebook, returning it to its resting place. “Now that I’ve proved myself a total creepazoid stalker I’ve probably ruined any chance of seeing you naked ever.” She laughed and stood with her arms crossed. “Shame. Would love to draw you like that. Good anatomy practice.” he’s struck with the different version of her only gets for a moment. Face soft and relaxed, body language open and a voice that made you feel good to hear it.

“No.” He said softly before straightening his postures. “I want you to too.” He nods and stands, he seems jittery like he’d gotten a wave of energy. “I should have more confidence. You’re right.” He nodded and swallowed audibly. “Since you showed me yours…” he motioned to the journal. Then I’ll… show you mine.” He grinned at his turn of phrase as his hand rubbed over his stomach nervously back and forth.

She bit her lip and smiled, a giveaway of the mindset he’d just put her in.

“I might show you a little more.” She shrugged a shoulder. “Might help you out? Unless you can get hard on demand and in that case you need to do porn.” She eased him with a soft laugh.

“Not on command, no.” He chuckled, his nervousness showing. “But some help from you wouldn’t hurt.”

“Mmm.” She hummed deliciously. “I mean, what did you think I was going to do after you got hard and I saw you, Eddie?” The way she said his name like it was filthy was already donating to the cause at hand.

“I didn’t think that far ahead.” They both laughed and she moved in closer.

“I had a good idea of what might happen.” She smirked.

“What?” His voice was barely there and rasping at the anticipation.

“Why don’t you sit down and find out?” She suggests, a hand to his chest and gently directing him to sit. “I’ve still got to see this big boy.” She kneeled in front of him and he felt any confidence leave again. “You wanna take him out or you want me to help?”

“Oh, you’re helping already.” He gave an almost goofy sort of smile she wanted to kiss right off his face. Raised on her knees she ran her hands up his thighs.

“Jesus Christ Eddie you’re so fucking tense.” she squeezed his legs, then his shoulders, and tutted him. “You wanna smoke first? Can’t have my best boy getting treated and be all tense about it. Not in my house.” she popped up to grab a joint out of her stash box. “Get these off.” she kicked his sneakers with her bare feet. “Then lay on the bed. Get comfy.”

“Why do you care if I’m tense?”

“I want you to enjoy yourself?” She asked as if it was obvious. “You’ve had a stressful week and even if I’m helping you blow off some steam. “She gave him a wink that made another goofy smile appear. He settled back into the space where she’d laid when he came in. “I know you, and this is going to make you nervous. And I don’t want you to be nervous with me, so…” she lit the joint and took a drag, holding then straddling him on the bed much to his surprise before blowing the smoke in his face. “You’re gonna lay back and get treated like the pretty princess you are.” she smiled, another inhale before leaning in and pressing her lips to his. She exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Only a tiny amount escaped from the minuscule amount of space she left between them.

Eddie’s eyes quickly glazed over and it wasn’t from the weed. Once the numbing buzz hit him his body started to relax. Without overanalyzing anymore, he put his hands to Star’s strong thighs like he’d wanted to.

“Pretty princess?”

“Mmm Hmm.” she hummed contently, reaching to push his hair back. “You wanna be a pretty prince? I could say King but I’m a slut for alliteration.” she giggled and took a hit for herself before tapping his lips with her fingertip. “Now you suck. I blow.” she grinned.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered with the joint between his lips. She wrapped her lips loosely around the cherry red hot end and blew gently as Eddie inhaled. It worked as he started coughing and she quickly snatched the joint away, sitting up and rubbing his chest.

“That’s a good boy. Feeling better?” she asks with a noticeable amount of babyish coo to it. Eddie let out an audible sigh, his eyes closing and his body going limp. A hum of contentment started in his chest and grew to vibrate in his throat and be released through full lips. “You want some more?”

“A few more yeah.” his voice was soft and polite.

“You want me to keep shotgunning to you or so you want me to hand it off while I get started on getting you hard?”

“Give it to me.” He smirked.

You want me to love you up, pretty boy? You want kisses and felt up or do you want me to get your cock in my mouth and feel you get hard inside me?” She places kisses on his cheek and jaw, one on his neck before she whispered the beginnings of dirty talk into his ear. He let out a small groan at her words.

“Fuck.” he said in an exhale after holding a drag. “Love me up.” his voice was more coarse than it had been, a deeper masculine tone that she let affect her. She fluttered her lashes shut at the sound, and hummed contently before giving the lobe of his ear a nibble.

“He had a hard week didn't he?” She cooed and kissed his jaw. “Needs a reminder of how handsome and good he is, huh?” She kissed the corners of his plush mouth after he exhales another plume of smoke. “I’m the reason you’ve had a stressful week and I’m gonna fix it.” She ended with a soft kiss on his lips. With his hand not holding the quickly shrinking joint, he ran his hand back and forth over the skin just under the hem of her pajama shorts.

“You should fuck up more often.” A lazy grin grew across his face.

“Stick around and I will, don’t worry.” She laughed, kissing his cheek affectionately and breaking the build-up for a moment.

“Looking forward to it.” He closes his eyes at the affection as she kisses him through her dying laugh.

“I’ve never got to ask, Eddie.” She begins, her body pressed against his. “What are you into?” She pulls away from kissing his rather addicting lips and starts down his jaw to let him speak.

“I’m into this.” He answers with a soft frown as she kisses his neck.

“Do you like it rough pretty boy?” Her lips ghosted over his ear. “Or do I need to treat you like the beautiful delicate flower you are?” He feels her breathy exhale against his throat as she gives him a little bite, then a soft suck and lick after. Eddie wasn’t used to being asked. He wasn’t used to anyone using sweet soft pet names and flowery words to describe him. He was seduced by the softness in his mind but he knew what his body craved was more.

“Not delicate. I like both. The biting is uhm- yeah that’s good.” He sighs out and she answers with her hand gliding up his chest to turn his face away and dive into his pale neck, covering it in wet kisses.

“Better not mark you up.” She hums and runs her tongue over where she’d bitten him between kisses. “Then the girls will know you fuck and not leave you alone.” A content chuckle shook in his chest and made his throat vibrate under her tongue. “Mmm. So tempting though.” She teasingly bites and sucks, careful to not linger in one spot too long. He took another drag, feeling like a pretty princess as she kissed him and fluffed his ego with praise.

“You can if you want.” He says after an exhale turned into a light moan.

“Already telling me to do what I want?” She sits up and settles her ass against the growing hard space in his jeans. “Mmm.” She bit her lip excitedly. “I do love it when they get desperate quick.” She took the joint from his lips and took an inhale before sniffing it out in the ashtray on her bedside table. “Almost there.” She moaned with a closed mouth. Grinding her hips against him for a few torturous turns. Running her hands up his chest she sighed out his name. Her hands went into his mess of half curls and back down to his face. She planted a soft kiss he returned. "You deserve a little more to help get you nice and hard for me.” Her tone has lost its baby talk and now felt breathier and lusty. He could only hope what she was doing to him was affecting her too. With the confidence of a goddess she slipped off the vintage oversized T-shirt she’d been snuggled up in to go to sleep.

Eddie’s hips twitched at the sight of her body, a helpless quiet sound rising from his chest as she cupped her breasts in her hands and smiled down at him. She’d never give away how nervous she was. There’s a moment when you expose yourself for the first time that you’re worried you’ll be met with disappointment. She knew Eddie would be feeling that so she thought it only fair she also put herself out there. Plus titties always helped get a guy hard. At least in her experience.

Once Star saw Eddie’s eyes go doe wide and start licking and biting his lips any uncertainty she had faded away.

“Shit.” He whispered, watching the tits he’d denied staring at now bare and being played with in front of him. His nostrils flared and his mouth twitched, hips starting to tense. He moved his legs to bend his knees and plant his feet on the bed, splayed wide to accommodate the pear-shaped woman currently lightly bouncing on his restricted cock. “Look at you, Star.” the strung-out sound of his voice made her feel a flush or heat where their hips met. The dim light of a lamp and a dark-screened tv were more than enough to make out the teardrop shape of her breasts. The chill of winter air seeping into the trailer's weak defenses made her nipples harden and it made his mouth water to watch it happen. Running her hands along his body she makes her way to his wrists and puts his hands on her.

“You can do more than look, Eddie.” She murmured, putting his hands directly onto her chest.

He moaned and she almost let one slip herself. His face was so focused, something she’d seen so rarely on him. He didn’t try to look macho or reserved, he looked at her without concern for what she would think as he openly enjoyed her body. She squirmed with anticipation for what sounds he’d make once he was inside her. He kneaded her chest for a short time, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of a handful. He then takes his slender and nimble guitarist fingers and starts a light dragging of his fingers across her nipple. He could feel the pulse of her being turned on against his cock and he drew another breathy groan. Light touches turned to light pinches and twists. Adjusting her nipples like dials on his amp with a pinch made her finally moan and give feedback just like his instruments. She closed her eyes, hand spread tentatively on her thighs as he watched her face frown with no sadness. She looked angry when she concentrated and that’s what this expression was. She felt the jolts of pleasure go straight to her clit from her nipples. She wanted to whimper about how it’d been so long since someone touched her. And even longer since it made her feel so good when a man laid his hands on her. He gave her nipples a harder pinch and twist and her eyes fluttered open with a deeper moan that caught her off guard. He could feel her breath picking up under the weight of his hands on her. She looked down at him, half-lidded and dark eyes fearlessly finding his own and holding the gaze. Her words of praise must have been working on him, because he snapped and moved forward, sitting up and pressing his face into her chest. She let out a sound of surprise that turned into an open-mouth moan as the shift of her hips rubbed her center against his. Another followed as he held her tightly with an arm around her and the other feeding one of her tits into his mouth. Her hips twitched involuntarily. She grasped for him more desperately than she’d prefer to, a splayed hand to the back of his bobbing head as he sucked away at her.

“Oh, fuck.” A very airy and feminine whine escaped her. She mewled and shifted her hips, feeling his mouth and tongue work away at her nipple consistently sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Eddie,” she whimpered, not trying to sound desperate and failing. He grunted and pushed his face into her harder, his nose obstructed with the force and letting out lapping pants to breathe. “This is about you Eddie, not me. I’m the one apologizing.” A lustful sigh was what the words fell out as.

“Hearing you make those noises is doing more for me than anything has in a long time.” He huffed with a wet open mouth against her chest.

“But I was gonna-” he groans, nearly a growl into her chest to cut her off. “Ung.” she grits out, gathering herself to fight against the want for him to touch her, derailing her plan. She leans forward, taking him down to the bed on his back, catching herself with her palms before forcefully pulling herself out of his mouth with a pop. A content hum and little snarled lip on his face, along with the reaching hands let her know he wasn’t happy about being denied. She grabbed another pillow to prop his head up a bit more. She wanted him to see. “You’ll get over it in just a minute,” she smirked, pushing his knees down and settling between them. She sat on hers, hands running up his thighs to the now hard bulge in his worn denim jeans. She lowered her head, her loose ponytail holding enough hair back to see her face but still falling in sections. She planted a single kiss to the twitch length of him in his jeans, before looking up at him smiling, running her teeth very lightly along his length. He settled himself in, propped up to nearly sitting so he could watch her. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, not sure what to do with them yet, but itching to reach out to her hanging chest. “You’ll get more of my noises once I’ve got my mouth around you,” she said while pushing his shirt up and undoing his jeans. She kissed his lower stomach, hand reaching up to grab at his chest before getting to the main course. He strained against his boxers, a small wet spot where his head rested. “You ready?’ she asked, a hand grasping him through the soft cotton and raising to kiss him.

He nodded, a hand moving to her chest while he could, another to her face as she skimmed her lips against his. Her kisses were a welcome distraction as she reached into his boxers to slide her hand around the juxtaposition of velvet soft skin and a hard cock. A content hum escapes her as she stroked him, fully freeing him from his boxers. His mouth had fallen open as he adjusted to the feeling of someone besides himself.

Her fingers explored him, still giving him soft kisses as he gasped and calmed, a slow stroke that let her explore him tip to balls. “You weren’t lying, were you?” he felt her grin against his cheek before she kissed his temple.

“Nuh uh.” he shook his head. Once his body stopped fidgeting so much, she retreated with one last kiss before giving her eyes the big reveal her hand was already aware of. He watched her face like a hawk. His fear was still apparent, hoping for no rejection. She was aware of this and made her face give away how pleased and impressed she was. Sitting back on her knees again, she smiled sinfully, biting and licking her lips as her hands gently explored him.

“It’s always you skinny pretty white boys.” she giggled, two hands loosely stroking him. It eased it a bit, a small laugh escaping him. Her pussy had a sigh of relief as he was not a monster. He was real-life big, not porn big. Not the biggest she’d ever seen, but potentially the biggest she’d been with personally. She slid down, arching her back to show off the large swell of her ass for him. She snuggled in between his legs, tits pushed up on show near the base of his cock. “Should’ve known…a face that pretty it makes sense you’d have such a pretty cock.” she placed the first kiss on his shaft and his hips stuttered.

“Pretty?” he let out a confused chuckle, his breathing already picking up.

“Yeah, look at you baby doll.” the coo was back, noisy smooches along his length as she spoke. “You have that lovely alabaster skin and this cock is just as pretty and pink. I know my pussy’s going to be a big fan of this curve.” she ran her tongue from his base to his head and he let out the first loud moan. “Fuck, I love that you’re not cut.” she hummed, her nose nuzzling the under of him. “You boys get so squirmy and sensitive when I focus on your head.” she stroked him back, exposing a fat pink tip with a ridge that would make quick friends with her g-spot. She licked the most sensitive underside and then sucked his head into her mouth.

“Holy shit.” he finally stuttered out with failed attempts at words.

She hummed and giggled around him, slowly taking him in deeper and deeper, her hand tight around his base. “I don’t know if I can fit all of you down my throat Eddie. S’big.” she smiled and tapped his head, stroking him, on her extended tongue. “But I’m sure as fuck going to try.” She took him back down again. He whimpered, and she felt her pussy throb at the amount of noise he made. She loved a vocal man. In bed anyway.

“Fuck, Star.” he gritted out as she began her work on him. She couldn’t get him all the way in, she was too out of practice. But she got about ¾ of his length down with a period of adjustment. As she knew he would, he seemed to love the gags and moans and gasps between rounds of trying to fuck him with her mouth. She stroked him quickly, her spit easing the friction of her hands against him while she spoke.

“Ive missed having a big cock in my mouth Eddie, you have no idea.” she moaned and sucked his head into her mouth, her hands still working the rest of him. “So good.” she panted and sucked him in farther, the rest of him in a strong grip in her hands.

Eddie found himself having a near out of body experience. He’d been gone down on a few times, but it wasn’t that common. Every time it’d been short, another step before having sex, it was never the main focus of the entire sexual experience. It always felt a bit rushed, noticing a distinct lack of enthusiasm for the task even when it was in reciprocation. He’d never had someone dirty talk with him down their throat, or moan like they were being touched and enjoying it. Star seemed to be relishing it almost as much as he was, her ass wiggling happily at times, smiling as she gasped after taking him down and gagging. He’d never had someone full work his cock for his enjoyment alone. Which is probably why he was already fighting the urge to cum.

“Fuck.” he groaned loudly and let his head fall back. “You’re so good at that Star, shit.” he whimpered out, his voice cracking with the growing tension in his stomach. She giggled, something so feminine it sounded filthy to him.

“I know you’re gonna be this good when I finally let you eat my pussy aren’t you?” a wicked smile as she panted over his twitching, now almost purple-red head. He moaned with rolled back eyes as a first response.

“I can’t take it when you talk like that.” he was already nodding his head before it was raised to look at her again. “I fucking love it, don’t stop, but you’re gonna me cum really fast.” a bashful smile crossed his face as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Good.” she gave a flash of a genuine smile and kissed his head. “You like it when I talk my pussy?”

“Fuck yes.” he exhaled.

“So I should tell you how wet I am just from sucking your cock?” He growled and gritted his teeth, holding back. She felt him grow hotter under her touch, his balls tightening up and his stomach starting to draw its muscles together. “Or how I’m going to cum thinking about you fucking me after you leave?”

“Fuckin…shit.” he almost yelped.

“You gonna cum for me? I want it, Eddie. I wanna feel you twitching in my throat. I wanna hear those sexy moans when you cum for me. Understand?” she gave a little bit of mean in her tone and he nodded helplessly, sweat on his forehead and his hands white-knuckled into the bedsheets at his side.

“Gonna cum.” he manages as his stomach tenses fully, pulling him up slightly with its force. Star slid him down her throat and moaned, hand still jerking him off where her mouth couldn’t reach as he did exactly as she asked let his mouth fall open, and forgot about a filter. He had the most beautiful moans. He moaned little a subby baby boy and she ate that shit up. Higher pitched and whining, whimpering her name. A small choke of a sob as he shot down her throat and she moaned around him. After every exhale coming out in a moan, a string of soft expletives fell out as she slowed down and eventually took him out of her empty mouth. “You? Fuck. You swa-?” he groaned and let his head fall back as she laughed at his shock that she did exactly as she said she would and swallowed him down. She gently tucked him back into his boxers and snapped his jeans back closed. A soft pat to his rapidly softening cock before she crawled back up to him to wipe his bangs off his damp forehead, and kiss his cheek.

“You’re cute after you cum.” she let out a quiet happy laugh and his hands slapped to her hips to have her straddle him again. “Figured out a way to shut you up.” she settled down on him as he caught his breath, fingertips getting the stray hairs off his face, doting on him a little and he felt the rush of oxytocin from the orgasm and her affection hit him so hard he wanted to cry.

“God damn you’re good.” his voice, back to his age-appropriate deepness, as he put his hand to her face to bring her in for a kiss. He felt her smile against his working lips, the flattery working on her.

“You know what a woman wants to hear.” she answers, kissing him back, surprised by the want from him after the fact. He settles his lean arms around her in a relaxed hold while she pressed against his torso. He takes the lead in his soft way, hand to her face and neck, slow lazy kisses that he kept coming back for more of continued until she broke away. “You feel better now?” she asked without tease in her voice, tilting her head and looking his face over. “You look relaxed.” she grinned, pinching his cheek playfully.

“Yeah. I am. Best apology ever.” he grinned.

Part 6

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[daisychains111]

live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 4 and 4.5 The ACOTAR series by Sarah J. Maas

(I didn't do the entire book for acotar or acomaf so I'm putting them both here, I'm also putting Frost and Starlight here bc it's so short. I did all of Wings and Ruin so it will be a whole other post)

A Court of Thornes and Roses

 I'm reading this book again and praying it will keep me out of a reading slump

Feyre saying she hates the smell of books is WIIILLLLDDD...the disrespect smh

I know that Tamlin turns out to be the scum of the earth but I can't remember if we still like Lucian...I hope we do bc I love him and Fayre's bestie vibes

RHYSAND IS THAT YOU!!! BESTIIEE

GAG

Lucian really said "I'm getting THE FUCK outta here" he has zero patience for their bs

bribery for a kiss is gross...boo Tamlin

Rhys is the high lord of night court, right...like he's the one leaving heads in gardens? cause like if so SLAY

Rhys don't be a snitch, it isn't a good look

Nesta's important later isn't she? cause her following fayre is not nothing

The way that this is like millimeters from being a standalone book will never not be hilarious.

A Court of Mist and Fury

Rhys crashing her wedding is annoying (kinda bc she clearly didn't want to get married) but also so slay of him

I love it when characters throw shoes...a very underrated form of micro mirco mirco troup

 you are saying a lot of names...all of them slightly familiar...I've very excited"

live laugh love....Lucian siding with Feyre bc I love him and I hope he stays on her side

referring to themselves as males and females is a little too omagaverse for my liking

ngl yall I miss Lucian...like fuck tamlin he's a bitch but Lucian has never done anything wrong in his life

giggling blushing kicking my feet

I didn't know Tamlin was gonna side with the evil king guy...but I KNEW and I'm not at all suprised

I wish I had read this years and years ago when I started it the first time because OH MY GOD

(See part 5 for Wings and Ruin)

A Court of Frost and Starlight

Feyre using "older than Rhys" as a measurement of time is my new favorite thing

period positivity or whatever but I HATE HATE HATE when it's talked about in books...makes me uncomfy

Az is so sweet trying to not get invested in Elain but seriously dude, kick Lucian out of there

Sweet Azrial...if you don't get Elain a gift I'll throttle you

HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHA Cassian can tell when Nesta is reading smut

every Cassian chapter is just him angsting after nesta...just kiss her already

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST SAY MAN...I love these books but every time I read the word male I want to throw them all over a cliff

hehe drunk Cassian and Feyre: the best siblings-in-law ever

a court of Frost and Shadows: 232 pages of everyone and their mothers cockblocking Rhys and Feyre

Lucian...I love you, go away

Rhys, Cassian, and Azrial having a snowball fight every year on Solstice for 500 years is the cutest thing I've ever read...I love it when grown men do cutie-pie things

these people are hundreds of years old but istg they act like their 10

YES CASS GO GET YOUR GIRL

Nesta grow the fuck up

RHYS IS GIVING FEYRE HIS MOMS DRESSES STOP IM SOBBING

I love Rhys and feyre, I do....but I'm dying for Nesta and Cassian content pls

I'm gonna be honest...this had almost zero plot...got to see all the cuties doing cutie things tho...so that's a plus

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of fey and flowers #feyre archeron #rhysand #morrigan #azriel #goodreads #live tweet #fuck tamlin #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #feyre x rhysand #elain x azriel #elain acotar #amren acotar

[onlyhereforangst]

Who fucked the fandom I'm confused? The person who wrote the article?

oh absolutely not, from what i can tell @shelbbswrites is a lovely person & writes about some of my favorite ships & i'd like her to keep writing so i can spiral about jiara in the near future.

as for who fucked the fandom, well. girl. the blog whose gif was linked, @/opponentsheir, is the one who knowingly, willfully fucked the fandom last summer.

it was circa mid-late May 2022 and here was the jiara tumblr fandom, struggling to get through the drought by the scraps of bts we'd scrounge up from filming. blurry ass photos that make you concerned for a tourist's ability to hold their water as they drink, random selfies that tell you next to nothing, and then the occasional "omg this is BIG how does this make sense how does it fit in but omg it's BIG" crumb.

times were rough, bts were tight, and the unsuspecting jiara tumblr fandom was hungry. unbeknownst to us in comes OH who decides. let's have some "fun" let's liven up the jiara fandom because it's clearly dead (false) and idk im bored besties let's play a hehe silly joke! at first, a few handpicked jiara blogs get random anonymous post submissions and each blog has like 2-3 different posts that are all supposed bts leaks. it's never-before-seen photos of what we can only presume are s3 bts. almost all of these blogs were in a jiara discord server together so the photos weren't shared because wtf who is trusting us with these clear leaks we don't want them to stop though. so we sit on these, we get excited, we spiral, all that fandom stuff that we had already. been. doing. but yeah here's a few more bts crumbs to have fun with. then a few weeks later when, to OH's surprise, the fandom hasn't reacted like she wanted, freaked out over her "leaks," hasn't posted them on every platform ever to give her the attention she feels she deserves, she decides oooh let's send more! this isn't sociopathic at all!! and then bam there's a second round of anonymous post submissions followed up by an anon ask sent to one of the blogs saying "you can post them, this is the last you'll get because i've reached my max photoshopping ability do not contact again" (also pardon but how tf are we supposed to contact you if you're anonymous).

ANYWAYS the leaks: we're talking blurry, random characters - sarah, pope, rose, jj and pope, kie, a random dude by a fire, and then jj having his beat-up face held by hands that look just like kie's hands.

and sure enough, we spiral! an actual face hold??? on our screens??? fuck yeah! cannot wait for s3!!! jokes on us we're getting so much more but yeah!!! we're theorizing we're writing whole ass fics we're speculating we've got a discord emoji we've got everything. a few hours later the leaks make it to jiara twt and THEY go wild too. i mean who tf wouldn't? you're starving for content and some mysterious source decides to drop you leaks. like yeah hindsight is 20:20 and who was going to potentially violate an NDA for this, but still.

fastforward several months and now OH is back because i guess she got desperate for attention again and feeling "important" or whatever. she goes on anon and says hey btw those leaks were fake ha ha isn't that funny, here's the photos i used linked here and here and omg isn't this just hilarious bestie such a good time man i love the jiara fandom being active again because god i was so BORED and man i just wanted more fics and edits and omg look it worked i mean i've done it before and i'd do it again (or some shit like that idk i dont have the wherewithal to go look it up and get it 100% correct but yeah, she admitted to doing it for funsies)

rightfully so, the fandom is fucking pissed. it isn't *fun* to get manipulated, it isn't *fun* to get manipulated into making new content???? that we don't get fucking paid to make???????? fuck you?????? you don't manipulate an entire group of people for SHITS AND GIGGLES that's literally sociopathic shit babe, go get help please. so yeah she fucked the entire fandom over Summer 2022 and did it because "i'm bored i want content" like fuck all the way off.

oh and side note: another anonymous poster tried to say oh i know who it is, but also i'm not going to tell you because you guys are clearly mad at her and i don't want you to take it out on her, i know her and it's ok she's ok. like i'm sorry. the fuck? don't insert yourself into this stupid sociopath's deranged manipulative plan. because guess what bitch, we've got detectives in this fandom and while OH never came off anon like the coward she is, the fandom was able to put it together & not only determine her tumblr but also her twt so when she tried a fucking round three several months later with "oh i found these on reddit but the post disappeared hehe" we all saw through that shit a mile away.

in a nutshell, @/opponentsheir fucked the fandom over with her manipulative bullshit & does not deserve a fucking drop of attention from anyone in this fandom.

#thanks for coming to my bitchtalk #like a tedtalk but i cuss a lot and rage #ask #anonymous #go off grace #obx #jiara #outer banks

[cosmicstarlatte]

The last lines I've written in years were

'As he gazes upon your form frozen in time, he gains his answer. He learns of something new.

Pain; in it’s most pure form, comes from love lost and to never be had again.' 💀

I'm heavy into Obey Me again. Biggest whore for my men in there smh. I play/played some ikemen. There's a few indie otomes/ dating Sims (Our Life & Cinderella Phenomenon). Mystic Messenger, Amnesia, Hakuoki to name some big ones.

My obsessions RN are OM and JJK. I also like TokyoRev bc ooooff future Mikey god dayum. Gojo loml. I'm delulu for funsieesss.

My best friend is my outlet for scenarios so she helps. I also play Genshin Impact. Rip my wallet!!!

- Angst Anon

CHILLS. (A pun? Maybe.)

I already feel sad reading that, imagining one of my poor blorbos going through it. :( ty for the heart ache lmao 😭

Also gotta cut this bc I got sooooo excited:

Ahhh who are your favorites in OM!? ^^

Ive played Ikemen Sengoku & Prince! FOREVER MAD AT HOW UNDERRATED KENNYO IS IN IKESEN!!! UNFORGIVABLE!! THAT OLD MAN IS SEXY & DESERVES TO BE TREATED LIKE A KING!! I'LL BRINGING OUT THE [REDACTED] & [REDACTED] FOR HIM. Ahem. Also huge huge huge fan of Clavis in Ikepri, the most unexpected one i didnt think id love. ♡♡♡

OMG IVE PLAYED OUR LIFE also I'm so so sorry for the caps I'm just really overly excited to meet someone else that played Our Life! ITS SO GOOD & ITS FREE!?!?! But the hours upon hours of content!? The INSANE customization!? FREEEEEEE!!!!!! I was so immersed in that game I pulled an all nighter!! Did they ever come up with DLCs for the other characters!? Omg.

& I vaguely remember Cinderella Phenomenon, I know its downloaded on my laptop but I don't think I actually played it though? I can't remember!!! I played a little bit of mystic messenger but it was too stressful for me, jumin definitely still has my heart though! It's funny bc I was literally looking him up the other day bc I missed his pretty face!

I haven't played the other otomes though!

Ive seen a lot of TokyoRev around but I don't really know what it's about, it seems real popular though!

Anyway it's okay we're all delulu here ♡

*remembers fondly of yesterday when I was talking on main about eating chosos ass*

Im glad your best friend feeds that delulu 😌💕

I haven't played genshin but I definitely simp over a few characters in the fandom 👀 dude fr RIP wallets of otome/mobile game players! 😭

Anyway the jumin pic I saved the other day!

#WOW SO SORRY FOR ALL THAT I JUST GOT SO EXCITED??? #✩ — the star: angsty anon!

[fermentedgutz]

GASP

HOL UP- YOU!!!! I was scrolling your blog cause of the bowuigi art (which is so cool btw my gosh do you make Bowser expressive) and then came across awesome SONIC art that I partially recognized!! Which was extra cool- but then on one of the posts you mentioned having drawn fnaf and I was like "What are the odds I've seen some of that too that'd be wild" wELL GUeSs WhAT's wILd tOniGHt!!!!!!!

I didn't recognize your style until the ones in motion and I cannot even Begin to describe the flood of serotonin at the post of Moon laughing and sweeping up the kid. Like gosh dude, you're one of the creators who I finally caved and made a tiktok account for so I could see what you made when it showed up secondhand elsewhere. I love how much motion and expressions and life you bring to your drawings, you had a really cool use of the faceplate that I hadn't ever seen before, I'd honestly just taken to checking back every few months to see if you ever had anything new. I'd rewatch what was there, a few especially after a rough or long day. Your art has been a bright spot during pandemic times, and has brought laughter and smiles that were sincerely needed.

I'm sorry others made the dca space somewhere less fun to be a part of, and I'm glad you love what you're drawing currently! Just wanted to express how exciting a surprise like finding you here was, and from the heart thank you for what you've made before and for sharing what you make now. Hope you have a super 2023! :D

aWWWUGGHhhhh mY heart is so full ohh lord have mercy

ITS SO FUNNY HOW MANY PPL GO ‘OMG I KNOW U’ AS THEY SCROLL THROUGH MY ACC, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. i am so glad my content made you smile oh my god you have no idea how much that means to me. although the dca space got suPer weird, i did enjoy it while it lasted! fun fact, i’m actually getting dragged back into the fnaf fandom and i’ve been doodling the daycare attendants every now and then — boy do i miss animating those two

thANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LEAVING A COMMENT, U ARE JUST THE SWEETEST😞❤️❤️ I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING 2023!!

#fermented gutz’ asks

[sassymajesty]

Nina I’m so excited for Saint X to fully drop for obvious reasons, but also so you can have more material for your mood boards!! love them so much (and have taken notes from seeing them bc mine were horrible when I started out making them)

her work in saint x is really ✨inspiring✨ and it's gotten me right back to photoshop after god knows how many months am i talking about her acting or her ass? both, both are phenomenal

i'm on the struggle bus with school, so i haven't had time to sit down and gif to my heart's content, but all this new content really is making me want to make all the moodboards — remake all the moodboards even, because some stories have changed so much since i first made them.

and dude, we all have a learning curve!! you should see me when i first started. but the more you play around with photoshop, the more things you find out, and the more you see what you like or don't!

#i'd love to see your moodboards 🥹 #anon #nina's mail #💌

[t4tbruharvey]

clarvey :)

heh heh can't wait to headcanon things for this extremely popular ship with plenty of canon content to base it off of

who hogs the duvet: harvey <3 clark's not going to stop him when it starts and also what if clark has to go do superman stuff at night :'( if he has the duvet harvey will be cold :'(

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: clark he's a njb

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: hhh probably clark?? it's going to become apparent that for a lot of these i'm saying 'clark, as a substitute for emotional intimacy'

who gets up first in the morning: clark, he does not sleep as far as i remember. but also if not then harvey he's uh. he's THAT girl

who suggests new things in bed: HALLIE. hallie have they. did they. oh god....

who cries at movies: UHM well. genuinely if i'm playing this dead serious and taking the context of how they've acted in this relationship thus far in writing it? harvey

who gives unprompted massages: i dont wanna think too hard abt that one. clark

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: clark??? clark would have to he doesnt get sick??? clark by default???

who gets jealous easiest: harveyyyy he goes on that paranoid spiral when he's being FUCKING LIED TO to be fair! but like it's in character for him to be jealous

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: clark. taylor swift fan

who collects something unusual: UHHHH UMMM UHM UH harvey i thiiiiiink he has the natural tendency to do that. dont ask me what he collects he just would i think

who takes the longest to get ready: harvey because clark has superspeed

who is the most tidy and organised: hm. deliberates. clark but JUST

who gets most excited about the holidays: CLARK DEFINITELY like omg omg the holidays are so fun for him he's going to do so many fun and interesting things and now he gets to take a BOYFRIEND with him to holiday events and harvey is like. enjoying himself but mostly because clark is

who is the big spoon/little spoon: clark big spoon!!!! as if he'd allow himself to be held!!!! he's putting himself in a protective position because he can't be emotionally vulnerable but he can be steady and reassuring!!!!

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports: CLARK he grew up on a farm and harvey isn't a sports dude

who starts the most arguments: h. harvey. in his defence 1) it's his job 2) he spends a good portion of clarvey being lied to

who suggests that they buy a pet: clark he's an animals guy! had they lasted long enough they would have gotten a dog!

what couple traditions they have: hating batman <3 no uhhh umm yeah no that's all i got

what tv shows they watch together: it's in times like these i wish i'd read hallie's post. i dunno man. new girl

what other couple they hang out with: bruce and ms vale but it's not hanging out it's bruce trying to break them up disguised as a double date and clark would have to take bruce aside and go what the fuck are you doing

how they spend time together as a couple: probably showing each other their respective hometowns and what they love about them and then like going to museums or something and THEN lying to his boyfriend/being lied to by his boyfriend

who made the first move: clark :-) he was just SO cool and suave in that interview totally 100%

who brings flowers home: uhhh gut says harvey on this one actually he would do that i know it to be true. in my heart

who is the best cook: hm. probably clark? truly don't know but just know i hold it in my heart that harvey IS good at cooking. clark is just probably better

#you can't misgender ME as a joke but i can misgender HARVEY as a joke. official t4tbruharvey stance on this issue #new girl is actually... im leaning into that i think clark likes new girl #if you see me bringing up the lying a lot. it's funny to me #ok i THINK i got all of them

[separatist-apologist]

Haters book club suggestion: Pestilence by Laura Thalassemia. It was one of the Kindle unlimited books I tried out and it was sooooo bad. Imagine my surprise when I was at Barnes and Noble one day and I saw a copy of it on a #booktok favorites table.

God I'm so excited to talk about this because I went into this series with SUCH good faith. EVERYONE was hyping it up and I was brand new to booktok, so I thought- oh. If everyone likes it, it must be good. For reference, I read all 4 of those books. ALL FOUR.

And like- MAYBE it was more palatable pre-plague. I don't see how, but maybe if we weren't living through one, I might have enjoyed the 'what if' more. I thought the book was GROSS. Dark romance WHERE? Dark romance is becoming a label where you can slap it over your worst (dumbest) shit and act like you're now immune to criticism but I DIGRESS.

Pestilence is hot. That's his personality. A beautiful face and washboard abs. He spends PAGES torturing the heroine and the fact that she still has sex with him is just proof that one, she was stupid and two, that authors thing a hot face is enough to make it romantic. By the time they get romantic, he has done NOTHING to earn it. He has dragged her behind a horse and shot her through the shoulder, and MISS ME with "well she started it" because he literally is on a mission to kill everyone.

The scene with the family, where you have to read the excruciating details of the toddler in unicorn pajamas was where I was like, she's the dumbest bitch in the world. If I survived, and heard about her, I would have gone up to her Canadian cabin and killed her myself.

They don't get better. War is set tin the Middle East (A Choice), and Famine in South America. Death is in the US with some girl named Lazarus because the author wanted to be heavy handed with the mythology ONLY THIS ONCE. Because at NO OTHER TIME will she lean into the mythology that might have made it more interesting. She is so wishy-washy with it, so like...you don't even get that. Just four insanely hot dudes that get to brutalize to their hearts content while four equally stupid women excuse it, romanticize it, and eventually convince them to stop through the healing power of being a doormat.

Laura Thalassa is a DNF writer for me. I also tried the Bargainer Series (ACOMAF fanfiction but fanfiction is derogatory here). Her heroines all read like 14 year olds and her smut is bad.

#haters book club #i loathe pestilence the most #and if i ever met any of those women #its ON SIGHT #book 5 is me with a shotgun