#and there's this one bitch- I don't even have her saved as a contact- said the dress was cute
☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 2
You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.
"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.
"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.
"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.
Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.
"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."
"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."
You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.
Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.
"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.
You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.
Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.
"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."
Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.
"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.
"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."
Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.
"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.
His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.
" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.
Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.
His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.
You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."
Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.
Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.
Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.
"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.
"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."
Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.
Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.
After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.
The second beginning of something beautiful.
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No Control
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader
Warnings: Sexual themes (+18), dubious consent, unprotected sex, (semi) public sex, breeding, some fluff and angst, La Plaga acts like an aphrodisiac, mutual pining, reader and Leon are bad at communication.
Author’s Note: People don't know how invested I am in the Resident Evil games right now, if I loved the original games you can imagine how much I adore the remakes.
Also, I've been having the most horrid of writing blocks in existence, I had this draft for 2 months! 2 MONTHS!!
Roaming around the castle with, apparently, no exit, is frustrating and even more so when you think your friend can't be as dumb as people think she is, but here we are, Ashley has gone missing once more and I'm stuck with Leon, who is sick with La Plaga and refuses to take a minute to regain strength by resting. My worries grow the more we proceed, and it seems he is obsessed with taking all the hits to himself, even though I can use a gun. I'm not the one the government is looking for, I know very well no one is looking for me, and if Leon hadn't found me I wouldn't be alive to see Ashley or, for lack of better words, to see her running around the castle to supposedly keep us safe.
"Are you sure you are alright?" I spoke, receiving a glance from Leon as we make our way through a corridor. "I should be the one asking you that, that knife stab was not pretty." I refuse to let myself be the damsel in distress, and I admit I can do many things if you give me a weapon, but in the last attack we were surrounded by the monks. The excruciating pain came as a shock, I couldn't move and my scream must have made Leon panic because his attention went immediately to me and the wound on my shoulder. "Do you need me to change the bandage?" I shook my head and lowered my gaze, letting the silence invade the space. I don't know if he can feel the tension, but dammit, ever since this Ada appeared out of nowhere there was this tightness in the air I couldn't quite grasp. I'm afraid Leon isn't as talkative as he was a few hours ago and I wonder why, he makes sure I'm protected even if I don't need it... Most of the time... And he refuses to make eye contact. Perhaps I did or said something he didn't like but I don't really see him as the type to hold a grudge against something like that, Leon doesn't believe it, but he literally is an angel.
Suddenly, Leon halts all of his movements and holds his head tightly in his hands, grunting in pain as he fell to his knees. We need to get to a safer area, La Plaga surely is a son of bitch to deal with. I placed his arm around my neck and helped him to move before someone sees us, clenching my gun in rising stress. "(Y/N)..." He muttered my name in a very low tone, he's completely out of it. I took Leon for as long as I could before he let himself fall to his knees again, his back hitting the wall abruptly. "Leon? Hey, stay with me. I'll give you some medicine and I'll go look for Ashley." As soon as I said that, his pained expression was gone, replaced by an alarmed one. "You can't go on your own...!"
"We have to save Ashley, and you are too weak because of the virus. I'll be fast." Leon's hand grabbed my arm harshly, and I'm sure it was going to leave a mark soon. In reality, he looked a lot sicker than I thought he would, his eyes were changing to red little by little, and even like this, he refused to look at me. "I don't..." He whispered, I furrowed my brows in concern. "Want you to die..." I once wondered why he seemed closed off, so serious and quiet, his kind demeanor quickly rushed away those thoughts but this surely answered many questions I couldn't ask him for obvious reasons.
I sighed deeply, sitting next to him and doing my best to calm down as he laid his head on my shoulder. We're not safe anywhere, so once someone finds us it will be game over, strangely, we haven't seen any enemy for the past 40 minutes.
Time goes by and we rest as much as we can in the lone room, I would occasionally touch Leon's head hoping he hasn't caught a fever, unfortunately, he was starting to burn up and I know it wasn't from walking under the cold rain. I kneel away and gain an unhearable mumble from the man, and checking on him closely, I see his rapidly rising chest, reddened cheeks, and hair disheveled from the short nap. "What is it doing to you?" I questioned confused, and slightly panicked when Leon opened his eyes to stare at me, pupils dilated and red with something I couldn't identify. "Leon...?" Slowly, he moved his legs apart and set down the shotgun, my eyes widened.
The bulge in his pants was massive.
A whimper escaped from my lips before I recomposed myself, is this one of the side effects of La Plaga?
Leon looked embarrassed beyond belief, trying to hide his face as much as possible. "I want to touch you." He started. "I need to... You have to get away." Leon... Wants to touch me?
No. This is not Leon, it's La Plaga speaking and messing with his body and mind, I have to find Luis as soon as possible and destroy the virus. "Hang in there." With that, I immediately ran away, but my heartbeat increased when the sound of footsteps caught up to me, crying loudly when two arms elevated me from behind. "Leon! Let me go--!" Before I know it, Leon lowered us, pressing my body onto the ground as his weight settles over my back. A groan escaped my lips, ready to grab my gun just to be swiftly incapacitated by the agent. "Leon...!"
"Quiet." Eyes widening at the deep sound of his voice, I noticed his breathing worsening the more he let the parasite take control. His hands shook and he slowly held up my leg to allow me to turn around, out of sympathy for someone I consider a friend, I stared into Leon's eyes. The sight broke my heart, he looked aroused, confused, a flushing mess of a guy that has an idea of what is about to happen. His brows furrowed the more tightly he grabbed on my clothing, just to have it ripped within a second, my only undergarments being my panties. I couldn't help but shiver from the cold surroundings. Leon bit his lip and glared at his own impotence to control the parasite, his firm, calloused fingers caress a smooth path along my skin before gently spreading my legs.
"It's okay..." Leon looked at me, bewildered at my words. If there was no way of escaping this, then at least we can make each other feel better somehow. "Just... Do what you have to do. I-I'll be fine..."
Leon closed his eyes slowly and with a shaky breath, his knife sliced my last remaining decency and he cupped my cunt, both of us became acutely aware of just how wet I am. It would be a lie to claim Leon is not good-looking, a good guy, and perhaps I'm the bad one because I found myself daydreaming of him like this. The touch felt heated, the pressure is delicious, and I can’t help but push my hips up, seeking more contact, more friction, just more of Leon... But his hand is already moving away. The tip of one finger slides a line to my clit, and my whole body jolts at the electric contact, his nervous pants are hot as he made slow, precise circles over and over on my clit. Then his hand dips lower, sinking two thick fingers into me. It punches the air out of me, leaving only an ache, my mind feels raw around the edges, fuzzy with the sharp spike of heat spearing through me.
I know what he's doing, Leon doesn't want to hurt me, but he's letting it harm him the more he tries to restrain it. He pulled his hand away, it’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head, I watch him through half-lidded eyes, breath panting as my lungs squeeze painfully tight in my chest. I heard the sound of a belt amongst our hard breathing, he sounded relieved for a second. I shivered when I felt his tip pressing against my hole, Leon holds himself there, and I spasm in place while the wait becomes excruciating. I don’t know what he’s doing until I hear the inhale of a breath.
"I'm sorry..."
Then I feel everything, pain, pleasure, warmth, the sensation of being filled without mercy. I moaned, his hand firm on my waist as he pins me down. His jaw tenses, watching himself slide out me slowly, waiting for some type of signal that would mean he can and should stop, but nothing comes, in fact, it makes it worse. Leon is looming above me, wrapping one hand around his slick cock, wet with pre-come dripping from the flushed tip. "Fuck..." He muttered, yanking me even closer toward him and notching the tip of his cock at my entrance. I braced myself for penetration, anticipating the stretch of him with a pathetic whimper.
The first slide as he filled me up again with his cock is fucking heaven, a sweet aching stretch that sends pleasure singing out along my every nerve. My thighs tremble, my body arching against him without any input from me, clenching down around his girth while my vision flickered. Leon groaned shamefully, he sounded desperate the faster he moved, I swear I can see fucking stars. He doesn’t stop, he can't, he thrusts himself into me with harsh, deep thrusts and pleasure spreads up my stomach, twining along my legs, and I can feel my orgasm building already.
My breath comes out as a sob, tears stinging my eyes as my cunt clenched and squeezed around the hardness of his cock, twitching and jerking in response. A hand rested against my cheek, it didn't slow Leon's motions, but it was the softest response I had from him since this whole ordeal started. I placed my hand on his in response to his concern, and those beautiful eyes of his slammed shut, biting out a curse.
If this wasn't caused by a lethal virus I would be happy to think he feels the same way, but shit... Even if this is only to aid him a little I don’t mind being a cum bucket for a few hours. Muscles contract and clutch down in a way that's beyond my control when I'm rewarded with more deep thrusts. My eyes widened when he touched my cervix, making me whimper loudly. "L-Leon!!" It’s maddening, pleasure shoots through my entire being before rolling my eyes back and cumming around his cock...
He doesn't stop, Leon doesn't stop-- Fuck! He's not stopping!
I try to push him away from me, but it's all for naught as he relentlessly thrusts himself into me. "Almost, I'm almost there..." He spoke, his skin slapping against mine with no signs of stopping soon. Fucking liar, trying to make me feel better when we know it feels like we're both going to die. "Look at me, (Y/N)... Don't close your eyes." Slowly but surely, I indulged, and all I can see is his eyes burning into me, pupils blown so wide that they were almost pitch black. Leon's intense gaze fixed on me is like I'm the only thing that exists to him, I want him to stop, but I'm too far gone to say any word.
We're stripped of thinking at this point, Leon is going feral little by little and he's not letting me go, I doubt he will try to control La Plaga again. I screamed whenever he would hit my cervix, unable to close my mouth if only for shame, but I'm blissed out of my mind and overstimulated. I met his dark gaze, finding his eyes on my body once more, maybe he hasn't stopped staring at all. "Stop-- F-Fuck! Staring--!" I choked on a moan, it was barely coherent, but somehow I managed to get the words out. With a startled yell, I was pulled to his lap and sighed in relief at the change of position. "Better?" Leon whispered into my ear, once I nodded, he began thrusting as if he has the stamina to last a lifetime.
My hands clenched on his shirt, mentally cursing again and again at how perfectly he fills me, he's hitting every right spot. Leon puts a hand across my hair, his eyes softening and planting small kisses on my shoulder and neck to calm me down, repeating that he'll be over soon, that he's sorry. The sweet burning ache builds immediately, deep and consuming, the blissful pleasure swirls tight and insistent somewhere deep in my belly. I can't recognize any more words outside of my own, but Leon's voice is gentle, the softness is in direct contrast to the way I'm crying and begging. I reached up and tangled my hand in his hair, drawing him closer so I can kiss him.
Leon's arms come around me as his hips thrust up, a small cry coming out of my mouth as he licked my lips. He groaned, hips adjusting his angle, arms pulling me down greedily so I can meet his non-stopping strikes, again and again with a hard and rough pace. With this new position, it doesn’t take me long to feel that familiar warmth, all I can do is cling to him as everything inside me intensifies in every sense of the word. "(Y/N)..." Pleasure spills over my body, it's chaotic and too much, bright spots blinding my vision as I come, harder than I ever have in my life, and squirting all over Leon's shirt and lap.
Leon still isn’t stopping, pushing deep into me as his thrusts don’t slow even when his cum coats my walls, a broken gasp escaping him. "F-Fuck, Leon!" The blinding bliss spikes through my blood, hot and piercing. It’s pitiful the way I'm sobbing and whining as he continues relentlessly with his strokes until both of us are completely spent. Finally, he stills, collapsing on the ground with me above him, and we lay there like that for a long moment, panting in absolute euphoria.
I feel sleepy and sated, with all the stress of being hunted down this was like a breath of fresh air, and reality went blurry and faded at the edges. "Didn't think this would happen, but thanks..." Leon said, panting. I hummed, trying to calm my heartbeat. "Sorry about your clothes."
I snickered at his awkwardness after such intense sex. "I doubt you are." The silence came back, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, his arms were hugging my form and I felt safe and protected. Then he sat with me resting against him. "I'm alright, seriously. Still, I doubt I will be able to walk for a while."
Leon looked away embarrassed but turned back to me, kissing my forehead. "Wanna get coffee after this?"
I smiled tiredly, but deep down the feeling of joy flourished. "Yeah, now go on and look for some clothes, I don't want Ashley to ask."
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You Protect who you Love
Movie Franchise: Scream
Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Words: 1153
Summary:
Tara and Y/N are not official buy Y/N is 100% in love with her and once she gets a message from Tara that just says 'help' she speeds to Tara's house and acts on complete instinct to protect the one she loves.
Story
'HELP'
That was all you saw as a text message from Tara before you were barreling yourself in your car speeding down to Tara's house, you instantly became worried as hell, not knowing what was possibly happening to her in that very moment.
No matter how many times you would call there was no pick up which stressed you out and caused you to throw your phone in the passenger seat and start speeding even more when a minute later your phone started ringing and you saw Tara's name pop up.
"Tara!"
"I'm sorry this isn't Tara, she's a little preoccupied, currently bleeding out on her floor"
"You fucker, what did you do to her"
"Oh nothing, she lost the game so she became a human pin cushion but the real question is should I kill her.... Y/N"
"Don't you fucking touch her"
"Oh Y/N, Y/N, Y/N you always were in love with Tara weren't you, to bad you both won't get your happy ending"
You heard Tara scream again meaning she must of got stabbed again just as you pulled up and you ran out the car heading straight through Tara's front door when you see someone in the classic ghost face mask.
Tara looked up at the same time as your eyes connected and you could see all the blood because you looked towards the killer, "come and get me" you said causing the ghost face to stand up and you both charge at each other.
The both of you crashing into each other which was not the smartest idea consider the ghost face person has a knife which caused you to get stabbed making you shout in pain as you kicked the ghost face person off.
The two of you kept going back and forth and you had about three stab wounds, on in the stomach, on the back of your shoulder and a big cut on your arm but you kept fighting which came to a sudden halt when you three heard the sirens.
"Times up bitch" you said and the ghost face person made a run for it to avoid getting caught by the cops as you dragged yourself over to Tara, "Tara, you still awake, oh god please be awake" you said as you finally got to her.
Her brown eyes stared up at yours and she gave you a brief nod and you brought her head up on your lap as you waited for the cops to get here, you gently caressed her face to keep her awake "don't worry Tara the cops are almost here, we're gonna be ok" you said keeping her awake.
"You risked your life and you saved me" Tara said looking up at you and you nodded "and I would do it over and over again" you said to her so gently and you meant every work and just as you said the the cops came running through the door.
"Please help her first, multiple stab would and she's losing a lot of blood" you said and the paramedics came and got to both of you and took you both to the hospital where Tara went into major surgery and you minor.
Hours Later
You managed to work some strings and you and Tara had a room together which made you feel a whole lot more comfortable so you could keep an eye on her and know she was safe, you had also just finished giving your statement to the cops about what happens and they would come and get Tara's in the next day or so.
You also had it so no one but immediate family could enter but all your friends knew what had happened and Wes said he would contact Sam to let her know about Tara and you even though you wanted to you were very tired.
You ending up sitting by Tara's bed just waiting for her to wake up holding her hand "oh god Tara, thank gosh the doctor said you were going to be ok, when you sent me that message I was so freaking scared and then getting the call and hearing you scream broke my heart, Tara if you died I don't know what I would have done, I'd have so many regrets gosh I wish I told you I loved you sooner but maybe I'll have my chance at some point soon" you say as you keep looking at her hand holding onto it.
"Maybe you just got that chance" you heard looking up to see Tara looking at you as you stared at her in shock "and maybe she feels the exact same way" she added one making your eyes go even wider as a smile made a way to your face.
"You do" you asked finally being able to say something and she nodded as you started to tear up "thank gosh you're ok Tara" you said standing up and getting a little closer to her and she ended up moving over a little wincing while doing so making you concerned "careful" you said and and she motioned for you to sit down but you were apprehensive "sit" she said and you listened.
"Y/N you saved my life, you did something no one has ever done for me and I can't repay you ever, I've loved you for a long time now but I didn't think you felt the same so I kept quite but if this has taught me anything it's that life is to short and anything can happen so I'm not gonna hide it anymore and when we're both all healed up I'm going to take you on the best date of your life, if that's ok with you?" Tara said and you had the biggest smile on your face.
"That's more than ok with me" you said and you stared into each others eyes before slowly leaning in and your lips were millimetres apart and you looked up into her eyes and she nodded before you both closed your eyes and your lips connected and what you could only describe as fireworks started to appear.
Once you pulled apart you laying down next to her to just be near her and she cuddled up to you while still being careful about both go your wounds and you two feel asleep in each others other and you couldn't tear the smile of both of your faces.
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Support System pt. 9
Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍
CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8
MASTERLIST
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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door.
"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water.
"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?"
"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy.
"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?"
"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."
"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."
"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door.
"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa.
"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off."
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.
"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you.
"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"
"Is it working?" He kisses your neck.
"No."
"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.
"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.
" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"
"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you.
"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."
"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you.
"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."
"Didn't he have Lexie?"
"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."
"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,
"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though."
"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry."
"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"
"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"
"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?"
"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her."
"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change."
"Perfect. Do me a favour?"
"Anything."
"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo.
"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely,
"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters.
"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"
"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."
"Including your mum."
"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"
"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."
"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."
"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."
"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him,
"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning.
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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself.
"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"
"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good.
"Sore head?" She asked knowingly.
"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."
"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"
"A bit. How was Lex?"
"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.
"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"
"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"
"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.
"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room.
"Something to tell the folks eh?"
"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug.
"Thank you Gran."
"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."
"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad."
"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."
"Hmm I thought you might have."
"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question.
"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement.
"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"
"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."
"Any luck on the job front?"
"Not yet."
"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."
"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum.
"Morning, love. Good night?"
"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs,
"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit.
"Very."
"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."
"Thank you."
"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."
"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe.
"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"
"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women."
"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."
"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."
"Ouch, rude!"
"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."
"What career?" She sniggers.
"Oi, cheek!"
"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."
"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing.
"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"
"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon."
"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school.
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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips.
"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"
"Is that OK?"
"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.
"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"
"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."
"'Scuse me?"
"Pleaseee?"
"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive."
"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.
"How did you know?"
"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."
"I knew you were a softy really."
"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."
"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"
"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"
"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."
"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again.
"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.
"Is it about Roy?"
"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,
"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod,
"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"
"Have you got them, can I see now?"
"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her,
"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer.
"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,
"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"
"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it.
"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."
"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"
"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,
"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win."
You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door.
"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."
"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."
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᧔ ˖ ࣪ 🪞 ࣪ ⤹thanks princess
⤷Velvette (hazbin hotel) is beyond stressed, so her gf!reader decides to help her out<3 (making out at the end)
"UGH, VOX! COME DOWN HERE AND CALM DOWN YOUR LITTLE BOYTOY, I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!" Velvette was already having a bad day, the last thing she needed was Valentino being a pussy because of something to do with Angel Dust, 'it's always that goddamn Angel Dust, isn't it?'.
But whatever, Vox will calm him down, he BETTER calm him down unless he wants another broken screen to repair. She had more important problems to focus on, like her best model being late and giving her attitude. 'I HAVE to put this bitch in her place' she thought to herself, a mixture of annoyed and angry. Dealing with her was easy as to be expected, as she's all bite no bark. Velvette thinks, scratch that, KNOWS it's absolutely pathetic all she had to do was yell at her about how she's under contract to get her to behave.
Even though she truly wishes that was all, it wasnt, her day was actually testing her patience, which is saying something considering she's never had any in the first place. After a long, excruciatingly painful day of dealing with every type of jackass who can't pull their shit together to save their life, she just wanted to rest. Did she have a migrane? Not sure, but it sure felt like it, but maybe she only thinks she has one because of everyone and their bullshit. She went to her room, rubbing her forehead, clearly irritated.
You walked into Velvettes room, speaking gently "Whats wrong Vel? Is it Valentino again, cus if it is I'm gonna beat his ass-" "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, it's not just Val it's EVERYONE, so could you just leave me the fuck alone" "Im afraid I can't sweetheart, I know it's important to give frustrated people some space, but you tend to be terrible at getting your head clear. So I'm going to try and help," you took a pause in your speech, sitting beside her on the mattress "-tell me what happened, you don't have to tell me everything and you don't have to tell me right now, take your time and tell me the most important things" you said, reassuring her by holding her hands.
Velvette sighed, acting annoyed, but in all honesty she appreciates that you care, and knows you're right, she needs someone to listen. So, she started ranting to you, and you made sure to not interrupt her. As she signals you to start speaking, you open up your mouth, using a soft tone. You rubbed circles in her knuckles, making eye contact. You're not sure if it's the loving look you gave her or the words you whispered softly, but it worked, she calmed down a bit, taking a few deep breaths. "Thank you princess, I need someone to listen to me" she said, giving you a soft kiss on the lips "You know, I would be even more calm if-" you cut her off, kissing her "I know, more kisses" she didn't reply, continuing to make out with you.
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-3x8: Let The Games Begin aka Let The ShitCircus Begin Aka Clowntown (Part 2)
@ernestonlysayslovelythings: "Luke saying "Rory will rub off on Jess" seems like a missed opportunity for a joke"
Indeed, my friend. He lobbed me a softball and I missed the catch. In all fairness, I was ducking it in hopes that said softball would miss me and bean Lorelai in the forehead.
*cracks knuckles* *deep inhale*
Rory and Jess have just signed an 8 month No Rubbing Off contract.
Rory is saving all Rubbing Off until marriage. Not her marriage, just a marriage (okay, fine,I plagarized this one)
There will be no Rubbing Off until funding for the Handjobs For the Hollow initiative is secured
Shane : (emitting a series of swan honks)
Translation: “I was rubbing off on him every day! Until he fucking cut off my hands!"
At least I think that's what she said. There are different swan dialects. I’m still learning how to translate, doing SwanOLingo…
After Kirk comes into the diner grief stricken about his missing Dance Marathon trophy, Rory arrives after, where she appears nervous and has a very stilted and awkward interaction with Luke, and my brain was so half asleep that I couldn't figure out why. Then I'm like...oh yeah. That whole Jess thing. Right.
Someone just woke the hell up.
I love that this scene is supposed to take place after school (confirmed by Kirk asking Rory where she was at 10am today and she says school) and Jess is rubbing his eyes like he just woke up.
It's nice to see Rory looking at Jess like a deer caught in the headlights because she in quiet awe of him, as opposed to Rory looking at Dean like a dear in the headlights because she fears him.
Tomatos sign!
Another reminder that this feral kitten is a grown woman's arch nemesis and in a few moments she's going to say she wishes he would die in a house fire.
Don't listen to him, Luke. Look at this kitten. He's clearly emaciated. He got seperated from his feral cat colony and he's hungry. *checks for microchip* *puts out a tin of tuna* *pspspsps*
You would, miss Eats Parmesan Cheese Straight from the Can and Sandwiches With No Innards and French Toast Without Utensils.
Soon to be Miss E Coli.
We interupt this nonsense for some breaking news. As I was writing this, I was interrupted by an earthquake.
This must have been God breaking free of the heavens and blessing the union between Rory and Jess. Or more like Satan breaking free from the earth and cursing this bitch.
Smoother than a fresh jar of Skippy, this SexCriminal.
This was a grade a Filet Mignon Okuh right here.
I will continue to delight in the fact that Rory and SexCriminalJess dated for 6-7 months and despite all the fretting from adults with nothing else to do but nose into the sex lives of adult teenagers, they never have sex, and after all that fuss and furious cockblocking she just ends up screwing Dean instead.
The fact that the adults in Stars Hollow are so in awe of Jess' sexual prowess to believe that if Rory were to be in his presence unsupervised for mere moments, her clothes would just fly off and they'd be found humping on the floor is hilarious and infuriating but also, not completely untrue.
"There goes my nephew the Gigolo"
He's in awe the speed in which his nephew works, as it would take Luke over 4 years to get Lorelai upstairs alone to makeout.
#SexCriminals
Look at all this furious naked humping going on. By god, I bet she's already pregnant. This is the sexiest complete avoidance of eye contact I've ever seen. You better hurry and put a stop to this, Adults!
That kiss was so chaste Mama Kim wouldn't even blink. She could bring them to church and use them as explemary role models for abstinence. They're even Leaving Room for Jesus.
Luke:
That was A MINUTE. I know we're going to hear from Lorelai at a future time about how Crusty impregnated her with the speed of a jackrabbit on Adderall, so Jess could theoretically knock Rory up in a few seconds using telepathy or something, but give the boy some damn credit. Can't you people let this kid have ANY fucking joy (or privacy) in his life? I am so mad. It takes a lot for me to get mad at Luke Danes.
This is what Luke and Lorelai are imagining will happen in less than a minute:
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Name Calling
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst/Smut
Warnings: Foreplay, teasing, jealous!Eddie, very light smut, caught-in-the-act type shit
A/N: Back story is the reader was friends with Eddie before high school, but became closer with Steve, and Eddie hated his guts for it. Reader was also kinda friends with Reefer Rick, which is a slightly important plot point. Takes place when they find Eddie at Rick's house ✨
Summary: Eddie and the reader really, really fucking hate each other, that was obvious to anyone with eyes. They were friends once upon a time, but when Steve Harrington came into the picture, everything fell apart. Now, as the reader tries to help Eddie hide from cops, she finds an interesting way to keep them entertained.
18+ MINORS DNI
"What the hell is she doing here?"
"Um, saving your dumb ass, obviously? No need to thank me, Munson, really."
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what? I have had it with you and your attitude-"
A chorus of groans filled the boathouse, the murky lake water splashing against the boat as Eddie stood. You had taken several steps closer toward him, but was forced to stop when Steve all but threw himself in between you both like a lion tamer. By now Eddie had stepped out of the boat and was making his way toward you, despite the fact that Steve stood directly in the way.
This wasn't going to end well.
"Okay, maybe now isn't the best time to be fighting," Robin said, a worried expression painting her features. "Like, maybe we should focus on what to do next? Something productive?"
"I can think of a few productive things I could be doing right now," You said through your teeth. "Several hundreds of miles away from here, preferably."
"Maybe you should go do them, then," Eddie replied, tilting his head to the side and pointing a finger to Steve's chest. "You can take your little guard dog with you, too."
"Really, dude?" Steve muttered, focusing his eyes on Eddie and shoving his hand away. "That's the best you can come up with? 'Guard dog'? What are you, twelve?"
"Sorry, should I have said 'mutt' instead?" Eddie antagonized, getting up close and personal with Steve. "Or maybe 'bitch' would be more fitting."
"Okay, you're done," Steve said curtly, giving Eddie a slight shove backward. "You really wanna do this right now? I will knock you straight into next year, freak, I swear-"
"Guys, come on, seriously?" Dustin yelled, "No one gives a shit that you hate each other. Y/N, we're here to help Eddie, not make things worse. Eddie, Y/N agreed to help. And Steve, stay out of it. So all of you shut the hell up and get over yourselves! We have bigger problems right now than your stupid love lives."
"Love lives?" You, Eddie, and Steve shrieked in unison as you whipped around to shoot him a look of disgust.
"Okay, bad wording," Dustin corrected, "But my point still stands, you three need to knock. it. off."
After holding a heated stare with Eddie for a few moments, you broke eye contact and spun around, exiting in a huff through the creaky wooden door into the cool night air. Steve followed soon after, hot on your heels. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed you by the wrist to stop you in your tracks.
"Come on, Y/N," Steve said softly, shaking his head. "Look, I'd love to knock that prick on his ass, but we came here to help, didn't we?"
"I did want to help," You replied, "But he clearly doesn't want it if it's coming from me."
"I don't get it," Steve sighed, "What's his deal? Why do you two hate each other so much? And what the hell is his problem with me?"
"I don't know, Steve, maybe it's because in high school, I started hanging out with you instead of him, and he never wanted to even think about sharing the same air as you," You replied, "Will you just find me when you're ready to leave?"
With that, you pulled away from Steve, making your way back to the car. You leaned against the warm hood and took several deep breaths, watching the lake that shimmered behind the boathouse. It was humid out, enough to make you break out in a sweat as you waited for the others to return. When they finally did, they began piling in the car, and when you tried to join them, Steve stopped you for the second time that night.
"I want you to stay here," He said quietly, his gaze intense.
"You're joking," You scoffed, "You want me to stay here? Are you insane, Harrington? After the shit that he just pulled?"
"You knew this Reefer Rick guy, right?" Steve asked.
"Well, yeah, a little, but-"
"Then you're the only person who can stay behind without it looking suspicious," He explained. "We need someone to keep an eye out for anyone looking for Eddie, and if they find you instead, it'll make sense that you're here. Look, I don't wanna leave you here with the guy, but it's our best chance of keeping people from finding him."
"Don't make me stay here with him, Steve," You almost whined, "Please, don't leave me here."
"We'll be back in the morning, okay?" He reassured, pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I promise."
As Steve climbed in his car and drove off into the night, you stood on the edge of the road, fighting the urge to scream up at the sky.
"I should've stayed home," You sighed before turning heel and walking back to the boathouse. Eddie was waiting for you inside, leaning back against a shelf and staring at the doorway like he'd been expecting you to walk through any minute. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his weight shifted to one side and a scowl on his face.
"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do," You said as you entered, "So I'll make this quick. I'm not doing this because I like you, I'm doing this because they do. I'll be in the house."
"Good, awesome, stay there," Eddie replied, "I don't wanna hear from you again unless it's important."
"Oh, that reminds me, I do have something important to tell you," You said in a mock-cheerful voice. Making your way over to him, you got as close to him as you could without being on top of him. Eddie raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, then you flipped the bird in his face.
"Very mature, Y/N," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "When are you gonna grow up, huh?"
"I'll grow up when you grow a pair, Munson," You replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.
Turning to make your exit, you left the boathouse in a hurry, walking up the dark driveway to the backdoor and entering the house. Dust kicked off of the door as it opened, making you cough. Stepping inside, you sneezed a few times before finally getting a good look at the place. You'd never actually been inside Rick's house before, just out back to hang out and smoke.
It was kind of a dump.
Walking to the kitchen, you opened several cabinet doors before finding glasses. Plucking one off of the shelf, you rinsed it off in the sink and filled it with water, gulping it down and setting the glass to the side. You took a deep breath in and held it for a moment before releasing it, closing your eyes and praying for this all to end soon.
You made yourself comfortable in the living room, sitting on the old couch and coughing again as a small cloud of dust filled the air. You sat up and dusted the couch off as best as you could before laying down across the cushions and closing your eyes. Within minutes you felt sleep overcoming you, which wasn't much of a surprise given recent events. For the first time in days you allowed yourself a moment to rest.
After a few hours of tossing and turning and waking up to every little noise, the sound of the back door opening made you jolt awake. Eddie walked through the doorway, making eye contact with you and quickly looking away. You watched as he made his way down the hallway nearby, opening a door and closing it loudly behind him. Sighing, you sat up straight and crossed your legs, now wide awake. It was beginning to get light out, a deep blue sky peaking through the windows and illuminating the walls. You reached out to the side table to turn on a lamp, the warm yellow light brightening up the cold room. The sound of running water came from down the hall followed by the sound of the door swinging open and a light switch being flipped.
At least now you knew where the bathroom was.
"Sleep well?" Eddie asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look down at you.
"Would be better with some peace and quiet," You muttered. Eddie rolled his eyes and rounded the corner of the couch, coming to sit beside you and crossing his own legs on the cushions.
A long, uncomfortable silence grew between you, making you toy with the fabric of the couch to try and occupy your mind. Eddie was sitting dangerously close to you, close enough that your knees touched. The longer the silence carried out, the more restless you became.
"Can I ask you something?" Eddie asked, breaking the silence.
You shrugged. "I have a feeling you will anyway even if I say no, so shoot."
"Did you know?" He questioned, his words slow and drawn out. "Did you know about this... Upside Down stuff? I mean, the Demodogs and shit, whatever Dustin called them."
"Yeah, I knew," You sighed, leaning back into the cushions more. "I really wish I didn't, but I knew."
"How do you deal with it?" Eddie asked quietly. When you looked over at him his eyes were fixated on nothing, his lips pursed in a thin line and skin looking paler than normal. "I mean, how do you even sleep at night knowing that shit is out there?"
"I don't," You scoffed, "Or I try not to think about it."
Eddie shook his head. "I just don't get it, man."
"None of us do, welcome to the club," You said, gently slugging him on the back of his shoulder. "Speaking of the club, what the hell was all that back there? You seriously wanted to fight Steve Harrington?"
"I didn't want to," Eddie said, "But I was ready to."
"You are impossible," You sighed, standing from the couch. "I don't get it, Eddie. You were my best friend. What do you have against Steve that made it so hard to be around me anymore?"
"For starters, he's an asshole," He replied with a chuckle, "Secondly, you never heard the way he talked about you when you weren't around. I was stuck in classes with him all the time his Senior year and it was miserable."
"Yeah? What did he say?" You asked, your interest piqued as you turned to face him. You crossed your arms over your chest and chewed on your lower lip, wondering if Eddie was telling the truth, or just trying to get a reaction out of you.
"I don't even want to repeat the things he said about you, Y/N."
Eddie's words hung heavily in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. "Can you at least give me a rough idea?"
His eyes snapped up to meet yours, a somewhat devious look hiding behind his gaze. He stood from his place on the couch, moving closer to you until he was so close you had to start backing up to keep some space between you. His hands were shoved in his front pockets, head cocked to one side as he kept advancing on you.
"You really wanna know?" He asked, his tone low and rough. You nodded as he kept backing you further and further away, swallowing hard. It was becoming more and more difficult to differentiate whether or not you were infuriated with him, or absolutely enchanted by him. Something in the air had shifted the second he stood up, and was ever changing as he closed in on you.
"If you really want to know," Eddie started, wetting his lips. "His favorite thing to talk about was how he couldn't help imagining how cute you would look sitting in his lap. Sometimes he'd talk about your pretty mouth, and how he always wondered if it can do more than just talk too fucking much."
"He did not say that, quit making shit up," You snorted. Your back collided with the wall behind you, gently knocking the air out of your lungs. With nowhere left to go, you watched as Eddie stood before you, placing both hands on either side of you on the wall, trapping you between his arms.
"He didn't, but I'm sure he wondered," Eddie went on, "I mean, who wouldn't? I'm sure he wondered about what you looked like writhing underneath him, too. Or maybe he couldn't stop thinking about what you sounded like while you're riiiight on the edge. I'd bet money that he's gotten off to the idea of you cumming so hard around him that you can't even think straight."
"Are we... still talking about Steve?" You asked in a small voice. Your entire body felt hot, like there was a fire lit under your skin that you couldn't seem to put out. It was hard to convince yourself that you didn't want him to rip your clothes off and have his way with you with the way he was staring you down.
Eddie leaned in, grabbing your chin between his fingers to pull you closer, the tip of his nose touching yours. "What do you think?"
With that, the gap between you closed, your lips meeting in the middle and your bodies melding together. You were basically putty in his hands, which were gripping your waist so tightly you thought your ribs might snap. His mouth moved against yours in a perfect rhythm as he turned his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss. Your hands had made themselves at home by gripping the front of his jean vest, knuckles going white as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.
The longer he held you up against that wall, the harder it became to slow your breathing. His touch was overwhelmingly intense, leaving you a breathless, gasping mess at his mercy. While one part of you desperately wanted him to have his way with you, another part of you couldn't help thinking back on all of the ways he had hurt you in the past, or made you angry, or treated you like his enemy rather than someone he was once friends with. You decided to use that anger, letting one hand drift up to his tangled hair. Gripping his curls tightly you gave them a harsh tug, eliciting a deep growl from Eddie.
His mouth abandoned yours when you pulled his hair, his eyes drifting open slowly and revealing a look of pure sin that made you shiver. Your mouth hung slack as he stared you down, your breath mingling with his and a jolt of excitement shooting through you. The hands on your waist drifted down to your hips and under your shirt, his fingertips sinking into your skin. You hissed as his rings made contact, the metal cold against your warm flesh.
"That's how it's going to be, huh?" Eddie asked, yanking you forward and grinding your hips into his.
"That's how it's always been, Munson."
Eddie emitted another harsh growl that mingled with soft laughter on its way out. You felt a familiar wetness pool inside your jeans at the sound he made alone, your arousal growing stronger when his lips collided with yours again in a heated, hungry kiss. Everything about the exchange felt intoxicating; the warmth of his hands sliding up your back beneath your shirt, the soft moans he let out through his nose as he kissed you, the way his bangs tickled your face. Everything was overwhelming and you couldn't keep it together anymore.
You wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck, effectively closing any space that remained between your bodies. He sighed into the kiss, pulling you away from the wall and moving you backwards until you found yourself in the hallway. He broke the kiss and grabbed you by the hand, guiding you down the hallway to an empty bedroom. A full-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, white sheets and blankets a mess and the pillows scattered about. It was a staunch reminder that you were in someone else's home.
"Eddie, I don't know about this," You said hesitantly, turning to face him. "I don't think Rick would appreciate us sleeping in his bed."
"Sweetheart, the last thing we'll be doing in this bed is sleeping," Eddie breathed in your ear, "What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him."
With that, Eddie gave you a gentle shove backwards, making you fall onto the disheveled bed. While you were busy finding your bearings, he climbed on top of you, making himself at home between your legs. His large belt buckle- a handcuff, how fitting- gently brushed over your clothed clit, making you gasp softly. You bit your lip to try and stifle the noises you wanted to make as he carefully pressed himself against you, the hardness in his jeans making it very difficult to concentrate on anything else. He let out a soft chuckle above you, making you very aware of the advantage he had over you currently.
"What's the matter?" He asked in a taunting voice, "Having a hard time imagining Steve in my place?"
"Oh for Christ's sake, I never wanted Steve," You snapped, slightly annoyed as you sat up on your elbows. "I don't know where the hell you even got that idea from."
"What do you want, then?" He asked. His eyes were lidded and dark as he stared down at you like he was ready to pounce on you any moment.
"I want you, Eddie."
"Do you... really wanna do this?" He asked, his tone a little more serious this time. You took note of the way his eyebrows turned up at the inner corners, a concerned look flooding his features as if he was realizing for the first time what he was doing.
"Yes," You said with confidence, "Yes, Eddie, I want this."
With the green light, Eddie was on you in moments, capturing your lips in yet another hot kiss as he ground his hips into yours, forcing a long, drawn out moan out of you that was muffled by the kiss. His mouth left yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the side of your face, to your jaw, before attaching to your neck. One of his hands was resting on the other side of your neck, his fingertips brushing against your jaw while he worked on marking your throat with his tongue and teeth. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, raising your hips up off of the bed to try and gain some friction where you desperately needed it most.
Eddie took the hint and used his body weight to force you back down into the mattress, his cock pressed flush up against you. Electricity shot up your spine at the sensation, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you threw your head back into the scratchy blanket. Eddie carried on grinding into you as he pushed your shirt up your torso, revealing your bra to him and making you tremble as his fingertips brushed your delicate skin.
"How cute," He said with a small smile, toying with the fabric. "You wear this little number for me?"
"In your dreams, Munson. I didn't even know I'd be seeing you today when I put this on," You shot back, rolling your eyes at him.
"You knew you'd be seeing Steve, though," Eddie said, drawing out his words. "Did you wear this to impress him, sweetheart?"
"God, when are you gonna stop talking about Steve?" You asked impatiently, sitting up on your elbows again to give Eddie a deadly glare.
"I'll stop talking about Steve when you start proving to me you don't want him," Eddie replied, a toothy grin on his face. "So far, I'm not convinced. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you started screaming his name instead of mine when I fuck you senseless here in a minute."
Your breath got caught in your throat. Was his always this... Perverted? You weren't even sure if that was the right word for it. Either way, he had a way with words, and without even knowing it, he had talked you into doing exactly what he wanted. Accepting the challenge, you shoved Eddie off of you, forcing him onto his back and swapping your positions. He sat up straight as you rested your legs on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap and kissing him hard.
Soft laughter echoed in his chest as you took control, all but ripping his vest and leather jacket from his body and tossing them to the floor. Eddie slipped his hands under your shirt again, lifting it over your head and discarding it with his jacket. His hands trailed from your collarbones and over your breasts, still concealed by your bra. You sighed into the kiss as he squeezed hard over the material, grinding down against him and smiling at the choked noise that came from his throat.
By now the sun was beginning to come up, and you guessed it was likely early dawn, maybe around seven. Eddie all but tore his shirt away, tossing it into clothing purgatory. An overwhelming need washed over you as he unhooked your bra then reached out to gently stroke your hardening nipple with the pad of his thumb. His lower lip was pulled between his teeth, a look of pure concentration painting his features, eyes glued to your exposed chest.
"You just gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?" You asked, eyeing him down and flinching when he gently pinched the tip between his thumb and index finger.
"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N," Eddie sighed out, tearing his gaze away from your naked chest to look you in the eye. "Not a clue."
"Then maybe you should shut up and do it already," You replied, eliciting a toothy grin from him. As if something inside of him snapped, he was quick to move you out of his lap and onto your back again, harshly pulling your jeans from your legs, leaving you only in your underwear. The cool morning air hit the soaked fabric, making you shiver.
Eddie latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue circling the tip softly. You couldn't help moaning and arching your back off the bed, letting your eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. When his ringed fingers slipped past the waistband of your panties and glided over your opening, you whined noisily, your hips moving against your will. He still had yet to touch you where you really, truly wanted him to, and it was going to make you lose your senses.
"Eddie, please," You whispered, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.
"'Please' what, sweetheart?" Eddie asked teasingly, looking up at you through his lashes. "You're gonna have to do better than that to get what you want."
"Please touch me," You sighed, every ounce of dignity evacuating your body and brain. All you cared about in that moment was Eddie; his hands, his lips, his stupid, shit-eating grin, everything was Eddie. Nothing else mattered, you just wanted him, and nothing else.
"Is that what you want?" He asked, "You want me to do this?"
As he spoke, his finger began circling your clit, egging a groan from you as he finally gave you what you'd been craving. Based on your reaction, Eddie seemed to give in, pressing more firmly against the nerve and spreading around the wetness found there. It was even harder to hold back now as your mouth fell open in a loud, breathy moan. As he kept up a steady pace stroking you, you couldn't seem to stop the noises that came out of your throat, broken curse words high-pitched whines filling the air. A moan of his own found its way out as he touched you, bringing his finger to his lips and sticking it in his mouth. His eyes were locked with yours in a heated glare as he sucked your juices off of his finger. The sight alone was enough to make your jaw drop.
"Oh my god, seriously, you two?"
Steve's voice startled you both, making you instinctively cover your bare torso with the blanket. He was standing in the doorway, a vase in one hand and an annoyed look on his face. Eddie helped cover you up, shooting Steve a look that could kill.
"Steve, what the hell?" You yelled back.
"I told you we would be back, don't give me that shit. I thought someone found you guys," Steve replied, looking anywhere that wasn't at you. "Would you two knuckleheads please just get dressed and meet us outside? Jesus Christ."
With that, Steve slammed the door shut, leaving you and Eddie in silence. You pulled the blanket up over your face, groaning into the fabric and squeezing your eyes shut. Eddie slipped under the blanket as well, trailing kisses up your middle until he reached your face. You opened your eyes and stared up at him, your lower lip stuck out in a soft pout. He smiled down at you and placed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling back. He placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the skin there.
"Harrington can wait another five minutes. I'm not done."
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was finally able to watch some more firefighter show
listen this whole "balace the ledger" thing the captain has going on continues to be deeply unhealthy. he should not be in this profession. at all.
oh god i forgot they made him a dude whose blood has high anti-d antibodies, so he can donate to help make rhogam. thanks for your service, captain needs to quit. as someone who has gotten like. 4 doses of rhogam i appreciate your service. and he's bitching about it. actually dude, i don't want your anti-d. please keep it. (i know i'm supposed to feel bad for him, but i don't. i really don't.) (all respect to james harrison, though, the man from australia whose plasma donations have saved more than 2.4 million babies (including one of his grandchildren!)
okay. i hate to say it, especially as someone who hates trophy hunting. but they would still very much kill the tiger no matter what public sentiment said, sorry. i highly doubt that they would have done anything but shoot on sight.
okay. okay. back to the dumb blood plotline. so. i am a little confused here. like. 1) from the get go. why. why. why are these stranger bitches being let into the nicu (? i'm assuming that's where they're at). that shit is so locked down it's not even funny. they don't just. let people in to see the babies. not on l&d, not in the regular mother-baby unit, and especially not the nicu. even pre-covid, my cousin had a baby in the nicu and it was very. one person could go at a time and you had to be specially let in. 2) okay so maybe the dad did let them in because captain's blood saved their baby's life or something. like it is a blood donation, not an organ donation. you don't know whose blood it is, it's all pooled together. and even if he had special rhogam blood that specially went to this baby....that's not really how this works re: rhesus disease???? i have some questions.
(side note the absolute hilarity of that scale for that baby saying 2.268 lbs....i know you can't have uber premature babies on tv but that's a full 10 lb baby on there. also, that is such an arbitrarily low number, but if it was real, that baby would not just be getting blood. i cannot emphasize how much that baby would be hooked up to, including, most importantly. oxygen. and would likely be in an incubator. there's just so much wrong here.)
anyways back to rhesus disease, let's talk about rhesus disease. so rhesus disease nowadays is incredibly rare, because of rhogam. rhesus disease occurs when a mother becomes isoimmunized to her baby due to the mother having a negative blood type and the baby a positive one and her blood cells start to destroy the baby's blood cells in utero causing anemia and jaundice, in worst case scenarios stillbirth. prevention is key and we are very good at preventing it. the key is to give the mother anti-d, and tricking her body into thinking it's already produced anti-d so then the mother won't produce her own anti-d if and when her blood comes into contact with the rh positive blood of her baby. so with prenatal care you generally get blood typed at your first visit so they know if you're positive or negative. if your blood type is unknown, they treat you as negative because it doesn't hurt to get anti-d. you get anti-d with any potential chance you may have come into contact with your baby's blood. any bleeding in early pregnancy, you get it (you have to get in like 72 hours after bleeding). you also get it standard at about 28 weeks (because the anti-d lasts in the blood for about 12-14 weeks and should cover through the baby's birth). when you have the baby, the baby gets blood typed and if the baby has positive blood for sure, you get it again. this will almost always successfully prevent the mother from becoming isoimmunized for future pregnancies and protecting her next children from the potential for rhesus disease.
because firstborn children (like the one captain gave his blood to) don't generally get rhesus disease, because a mother doesn't generally become isoimmunized until after she's given birth to her first child and come into contact with the baby's blood for the first time (because that's most likely happen during childbirth). even if the first time mom got exposed during the pregnancy without getting rhogam, she generally won't have produced enough anti-d to meaningfully attack the baby's blood cells by the end of the prengnacy, but she will by subsequent pregnancies. so the firstborn isn't generally at risk for getting rhesus disease. another thing you get tested for in pregnancy is whether or not you are isoimmunized and if so, how badly. if it comes back positive for anti-d, your prengancy is monitored very, very carefully. they monitor how bad it is, and they can do in-utero blood tranfusions if necessary should the fetal anemia be really bad.
so yea. i am not only shocked by this firstborn baby's rhesus disease (because that would assume the mother was already isoimmunized for some reason, which i suppose is technically possible if she had a previous miscarriage, but we're getting into highly unlikely territory here because if it was an early enough miscarriage the embryo wouldn't have been producing it's own blood type yet and if it was late enough she would have been known to be rh negative and received rhogam-) i am also raising my eyebrows at the fact that captain's lifesaving blood got sent directly over to this baby with rhesus disease ~to save her~ because saving babies from rhesus disease has nothing to do with transfusing special anti-d blood to babies (which probably does nothing special for them) and everything to do with preventing rhesus disease from even developing by giving the mother rhogam. mr. james harrison's blood plasma hasn't gone to babies--it's gone to mothers. because giving a rh positive baby anti-d doesn't do anything special for them--it's the mother who needs it so her blood doesn't attack the baby! (what i'm saying is that they probably essentially wasted captain's blood by transfusing it to the baby--that baby can probably just get regular blood without special anti-d antibodies transfused to help with anemia, along with phototherapy for jaundice and ivig as needed). so what is happening here. why. (i mean, i know why it's so chim can show captain in person how his blood will ~save the lives of babies~ and it's not near as exciting as going to an ob appointment to watch a woman get a 5 second shot with a sourpuss on her face cause it burns like a mofo but what they did instead is really, really not how it works-).
also, let's talk about james harrison's blood. he um. he wasn't born that way y'know...his blood produces a vast amount of anti-d antibodies because when he was 14 he underwent a chest surgery and received 13 units of blood. my guess is he is rh negative and received some rh positive blood at this time and as a result became incredibly isoimmunized (so how is captain's blood a match for him, hmmmmm?), which mycauses him to produce a lot of anti-d and would produce even more following donation. also. he didn't donate blood. for the anti-d it was far more efficient to donate his plasma (in fact, rhogam is made from donated plasma, not blood), which he did. an average of once every three weeks from the time they found out about his blood until 2018 for a total of 1173 donations, when he became ineligible to donate more at the age of 81. captain, you will never be on his level.
not much else to say about the end of season 1 tbh except good old romancing the uniform.com. you know i do think it's realistic to have a first responder dating site. farmers only is a thing after all. and women love first responders, or as my aunt put it when she found out i was dating a firefighter - "you have to be careful, scintilly, because women, they see these pensions and these good benefits and they just throw themselves at firefighters and will try to steal them" (she had a bad experience with this happening to my cousin. i still joke with my husband about all the women who throw themselves at him. they're tumbleweeds.)
and finally goodbye and godspeed abby. get out of this mess. i mean, you were also very much a part of this mess. but still. can't wait for you to probably become the bad guy for moving on because your actress didn't continue with the show when i'm sure they could instead do a "we drifted apart naturally" as a way of writing out your actress.
anyways currently starting the first episode of season 2, and lol at buck talking like a 45 year old old guy about "respect". that's the energy of the drunk guy who would ramble on about nothing during my husband's virtual union meetings during the height of covid. eddie being former military is very realistic, there's a lot of preference to get former military on public jobs.
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JENNIFERCHECK. SAD READER W SH/EATING ISSUES IF UR OK W IT
DUDE I FEEL TARGETED LOL
I'm (Not) Fine (Jennifer Check x reader)
Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader suffers from unspecified mental health issues, swearing, Jennifer may be out of character, mentions of self harm/self harm scars, mentions of eating issues, please don't read this if it will negatively affect you or your mental health in some way
Life seemed absolutely unbearable recently, and nothing you did seemed to make it better. The only thing that made you happy was when you were at school, because that meant you would get to see Jennifer.
Most people saw her as nothing more than a shallow, materialistic bitch, but you were able to see past her snarky attitude and realize she was actually much more fragile and kind than she was made out to be.
You usually sat in the back of the class, but since becoming friends she would always save you a seat next to her, which was up near the front. You felt awkward and out of place sitting so close to so many people, but her mere presence was always able to make you feel better.
Once school was over, you would follow your usual routine of doing your homework as slowly as possible, trying to ignore the aching pain in your stomach and the twitchy feeling you got in your hands whenever you felt the need to hurt yourself.
Then you'd take off your school clothes, drink some water to try to fill the gaping hole left behind in your abdomen by your lack of food intake, then crawl into bed and pass out (but knowing you you'd only get about three or four hours of sleep before you'd have to wake up and endure it all again).
You tried to make it seem like you were okay, because you were, really. Of course you were okay, how could you not be? You were fine, everything was fine.
For the most part, people seemed to believe you. All except for one person, that is.
Jennifer.
She always seemed to know when something was wrong, and you could tell she knew you were lying when you forced laughter or faked a smile, even if she didn't say it out loud. She noticed a hell of a lot more than you would have given her credit for.
She noticed the way you started wearing only long sleeves, even on hot days.
She noticed the way you started eating less and less, often times skipping lunch altogether.
She noticed the way you only seemed genuinely happy when you were with her, almost as if it was the only time you were physically able to.
Although she desperately wanted to comfort you, she didn't know how to confront you on such a topic, so she kept quiet. She hoped that for the time being, her presence would be enough; and it was, up until the very moment it wasn't.
Nearly a week had gone by, and you hadn't been at school. In fact, you hadn't contacted her at all, not even to tell her why you were gone. Jennifer vowed that she'd get to the bottom of it, even if she knew her snooping wouldn't make you happy.
She showed up at your house the next day, arms full of uncompleted school work from the days you missed. At that point you'd trusted her enough to give her a spare key, so she didn't even have to bother knocking before letting herself in.
Your bedroom was the first place she visited, giving two brief knocks on your door as a sign she was there.
"Go away," your muffled, sad sounding voice said from inside.
"It's Jennifer, I'm here with your school stuff," she said. "Now, are you going to let me in, or do I have to break the door down?" She had a joking tone, but something told you she wouldn't necessarily be against doing just that.
"Alright, fine. Just gimme a sec."
When you opened the door, she saw the ever constant bags under your eyes had gotten significantly worse, as if you hadn't slept in days.
"Come in, I guess," you mumbled, stepping aside so she could enter your room.
It was a mess. Clothes were heaped up in large piles on the floor and the small garbage can you kept by your desk was overflowing with trash.
You flopped down onto your equally filthy bed, kicking a half empty party sized bag of chips onto the floor as you did so.
Jennifer set your school stuff down on your desk before making her way over to you. Her nose crinkled up in disgust as she tried to find a clean place to sit on your bed before realizing it was a lost cause and sitting down anyway.
"Are you okay? Because you've been acting really weird for the past few months or so, and I'm worried for you," she finally said after a moment of sitting together in silence.
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." You gave her a smile that didn't reach your eyes.
"Bullshit, you're fine. If you were really fine you would have been at school this week. Now, tell me, what's really been going on?"
Your facade crumbled the second she asked that question, collapsing into her arms while you burst into tears.
"Everything's just so awful, Jen, and I don't see any way that things could get better."
She gave you an awkward pat on your back, clearly not expecting you to respond that way.
"Look, I know things might not be the best right now, but it will get better for you, I promise. One day, we're going to be old enough to be on our own, and then the two of us can leave this sorry ass town for good."
You looked up at her, teary eyed. "Really? You wanna run away some day, with me?"
"Of fucking course I do. Now, let's get you out of that disgusting hoodie so it can be washed, then we can order takeout and watch Mean Girls, how does that sound?"
You hung your head in shame. "Jen, I- I can't take off my hoodie."
"Well, why not?" She asked, confused.
"Because, I... I relapsed," you whispered, tears threatening to escape the corners of your eyes.
"Hey, it's alright. I'm not upset, okay? I'm proud of you that you made it this far," she gently comforted you. "Do you need me to clean the cuts for you?"
You nodded, afraid if you tried to speak again you'd resume crying.
Jennifer took you to the bathroom, using soap and water to clean the fresh scars on your arms. Once that was done, she did her best to tidy your bed so the two of you could sit on it together while you watched the movie.
You gave a soft smile as you watched her, realizing two things at once. First, you were in love with your best friend, and second, you were the happiest you'd been in a while.
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ARE YOU MINE PROLOGUE
"SHERLOCK GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"
The ravenette sat down on decaying, dusty sofa with a sigh.
"Yeah whatever," He rolled his eyes "You guys know this is my place anyways, don't get too cocky, (name)"
"Isn't this your mother's basement?" John asked from across the room.
(Name) chuckled "I'm surprised your brother hasn't forced you out yet."
Sherlock's brother, Mycroft, was about 7 years older than him and currently working for some government office, although Sherlock described him to have a much more important job than his brother would admit. He even saved him as "The Government" on his phone contacts.
"Oh believe me, come autumn, I'll be gone thanks to that idiot," Sherlock muttered angrily
"Anyways," James interrupted "We did pretty good at that last gig. I think we made about two hundred pounds in total, right (nickname)?"
"It was a children's birthday party. We were playing at one of those soft play centres." She said, narrowing her eyes
"What's wrong with that?" John questioned, his hands wrapped around a couple of drumsticks.
(Name) turned to face him with a glare. "Don't you get it? We have a serious issue with our band image, you dumbfucks."
"Hey no swearing! My mum's up there!" Sherlock warned "And for your information, we are not changing the name!"
"How are we calling our band 'The Baker Street Boys' if our lead singer and guitarist is a girl? It's stupid!" Scoffing, (Name) stood up. "See? When I started this band, I wanted to do something, y'know? Follow my passions, be a little rebellious and make a name for myself, for us!" She said, picking up her brown electric guitar "Instead, we're playing for little kids and using cheap ass instruments like some third rate garage band! Our other guitarist is a mummy's boy who tells people off for swearing, our drummer doesn't even like rock music and would much rather listen to some Frank Sinatra or The Beatles than literally any rock band or something with a little flavour for once, and our bassist doesn't even play the bass! Not to mention the shitty name!"
"The Beatles isn't that bad..." The drummer muttered to himself.
"Oh shut it John." (Name) snapped "My point is, that we don't act like a real rock band! We're just some losers who play instruments and have no purpose in the music industry! I mean, have any of you been on tiktok recently? It's full of wannabe popstars making shitty music and trying to sound like every other artist. I don't want to be following every other quote unquote artist who just makes songs that even rival Dixie Damelio in lack of creativity!"
"She has a point." James agreed with a nod
Her scowl shifted to a determined smile "I have a few ideas on how we can up our game a little and actually be influential, like The Sex Pistols-"
"Yeah but they kind of fell apart pretty quick." Sherlock pointed out "Their singer couldn't sing, their bassist probably killed himself and their guitarist was illiterate."
"And they still made better songs than whatever bullshit you've been cooking up, Sherly." (Name) argued back, pulling out a little notepad from a pocket in her red leather jacket. "Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I have a few ideas so we can actually make a name for ourselves. First of all, John, stop dressing like a grandpa and put on some eyeliner or something. Same goes for you two," She said, looking at James who was sat cross-legged on the floor, and Sherlock in the sofa. "Sherlock, you dress like a roadman and that's when your mother isn't dressing you. Stop letting her buy you hideous clothes. James, your outfits put Harry Styles to shame. Get rid of those damn shoes."
"But my shoes make me look taller..!" James frowned
"Stop being a whiny bitch." (Name) glared "Second off, we need to start writing out own songs. I've mostly got that covered but I'd like a bit of input every now and then." She turned a page "Number three.." She trailed off "Right, we need to start expanding ourselves a little more. I know we're all loser introverts but if we socialise, we make connections. If we make connections, we can get gigs at proper places and possibly get better venues. I might look into getting a social media manager but I'll just open a tiktok account for the band when I get home, an instagram would work too."
"I thought we didn't want to be tiktok artists?" Sherlock asked with a raised brow
(Name) shook her head "That's different, Sherly. It's just free promo, super easy. It's not like we're singing 'ABCDEFU' or something. I'll just record band rehearsals or announce gigs and stuff. We can probably get at least a few thousand followers. I'll make a spotify too while I'm at it." She took her guitar bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "Alright, band meeting's done for now. I'm gonna go back home before my parent's start wondering where I am. Thankfully, it's not that late though.." She looked at her watch. It was only 3:35pm. She'd come home later before and now that it was summer, it wasn't getting dark as fast. She turned on her heel, walking towards the basement door "Bye!"
Upon returning home, (Name) had noticed it was quiet. Too quiet. She shrugged it off though, returning to her bedroom to hide her guitar under her bed or something, but when she had swung the door open, she heard some whispering, and found her parents stood in her room, all her hidden albums and vinyl's and other music stuff scattered around her now mess of a room.
"What the hell..?" She murmured, stepping over the Arctic Monkeys CDs on her bedroom floor, dumping her cheap guitar on the ground
"Care to explain all this, young lady?" Her father asked, holding up a vinyl in his hand. His voice had an angry undertone which made (Name) chuckle nervously.
"Why are you looking through my room?" She asked, thinking of excuses to defend herself
"That's not your business." Her mother chimed in "Since when did you have all.. this? What else have you been doing?"
(Name) swallowed, approaching her parents in an attempt to take back her record player from beside her father. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" Her father clenched his teeth, pointing to her guitar on the floor "Don't tell me you're some sort of musician now! What else have you been hiding?"
"Oh nothing," (Name) said sarcastically "Just some heavy drugs, obviously. Now leave me alone!"
"Can't we at least talk about this? What about university? You know you can't make a living out of this!" (Mother's name) exclaimed, pain evident in her voice
"Can we skip to the arguing now if you aren't gonna leave? It's just a hobby I swear, and besides, being in a band's the only thing I like anyways!" She yelled, gathering a bunch of albums in her arms
"You're in a band? A rock band? With who?!"
"None of your bloody business." She stated coldly "Can't you just leave? This is so counterproductive!"
"The only thing counterproductive is this little fantasy of yours, (Name)." Her father opened up an album, inspecting it as if it was something illegal "You're smart. I don't see why you're wasting your time like this! And with rock music of all things!"
"It's not just rock." (Name) muttered "There's some Lana Del Rey mixed up somewhere here too.."
Her father opened his mouth to speak as he stepped back, but before he could utter another word, a harsh crack could be heard echoing throughout (Name)'s bedroom.
"What was that..?" (Name) whispered, then her mouth flew open in realisation as she looked down at her father's foot "Dad! You have got to be shitting me!"
Her father himself was surprised, but instead of admitting his mistake, he tried to make it seem as though it was intentional, a way of teaching his daughter a lesson. "Y-Yeah.. well that's what you deserve for lying to your parents!"
He had stepped on her guitar, breaking it fairly easily. She had known it was cheap and terrible quality, but the guitar did it's job ad that's all that really mattered, but now it was broken. How could she be a guitarist if she didn't have a guitar anymore?
"(Name)-"
Her parents tried to call out to her, but she was gone. (Name) walked out the room, grabbing her bag and jacket before slamming the door, tears welling in her eyes.
It had been half an hour since she left the band meeting, so reasonably, there was the possibility that the others were still at Sherlock's place, considering they didn't have parents restricting what hobbies they could and could not have. She ran to Sherlock's house, which was only a few minutes away, knocking on the door and wiping her tears with her sleeve.
"(Name)? You're back?" Sherlock said, answering the door
Another voice, with an American accent, followed. "(Name)'s back?"
She smiled as the rest of the band crowded at the door. "Yeah, change of plan. We're going to town now, I need to pick something up from Q's"
"I thought you said Q's cost too much?" James asked curiously
For those of you unfamiliar with British shopping culture, in city areas, there's usually a big shopping centre in the middle, a bit like a mega mall but alot more scattered. Most just refer to it as a 'city centre' or more simply 'town' even though it doesn't make much sense. The streets are busy, with the occasional musician playing a guitar or something and the smell of cigarette smoke is everywhere. These shopping centres are quiet useful, especially in big cities like London, because you can find pretty much everything, everywhere.
Q was a music shop in 'town', run by a German bloke called "Von Herder", but naturally, it was quite expensive, especially because of how good the instruments sold there was, and as an unemployed teenage girl (that's debatable considering she's 18), (Name) couldn't afford to buy a certain guitar she had been dying to buy since she had seen it months ago, hence the surprise of James.
"I'll negotiate my way to a lower price, I'm sure it'll be fine." (Name) smiled, althought she doubted she could.
Sherlock shook his head "No you're not. We have that money from the gig, I think two hundred quid should be enough, after all, you broke your last guitar. I think you deserve it." He offered as they all walked towards the bus stop
"Oh no, really," (Name) waved her hands in protest "It's fine. We said we were gonna split the money equally anyways. I don't want you guys missing out on money too!"
"Yeah well, we only got all that money because of your skills." Sherlock argued back "If you don't have a guitar, we can't make more money and The Baker Street Boys are done for without our lead guitarist."
"Fine," (Name) sighed, before pausing in her tracks "Wait how the hell did you know I broke my guitar?!"
Sherlock had been known for being good at reading people and his deductions were almost always spot on, so (Name) shouldn't have been so surprised
He put a finger to his chin, faux thoughtfully "Hmm... let's see." He mocked "You come to my house again after leaving half an hour prior, and you looked like you were trying not to cry, but your sleeve was stained. Not to mention, most obviously, you want us to come with you to town to buy a guitar?"
Rolling her eyes, (Name) hit Sherlock's shoulder as they, along with John and James, boarded a red bus "Yeah yeah whatever, maybe was a bit obvious."
After about an hour of looking for Q's amongst crowds of people, (Name) eventually found it, although by now, she had spilt up from her fellow bandmates because James had pushed Sherlock into a Victoria's Secret lingerie display and (Name) had ran off, pretending not to know them.
She walked into the store, a nirvana song blasting in her headphones. She looked around for the guitar, browsing around as she attempted to decide which colour she wanted. She picked up a dark red guitar, and it had felt as thought it was meant to be. In fact, she could hear a harmonious piano melody playing in her head.
Wait.
The sound of those piano keys was actually not in her head, but was coming from a grand piano on the other end of the store..?
Taking off her headphones, (Name) looked in the direction of the music. It was Tchaikovsky's Swan lake and whoever was playing it didn't even miss a note. It was, in a sense, perfect. Even (Name) couldn't play guitar that good. Surely, whoever was playing must have been a professional piano player.
At the piano however, she something even more beautiful than the music the stranger was playing. A young man with (very soft looking) blond hair and unique red eyes, concentrating on the keys as his fingers moved in sync to the melody. He looked like he was written by Lana Del Rey, which was rare.
(Name) smiled, walking towards to stranger in an attempt to make some small talk, seeing as Von Herder seemed to be busy behind the counter.
"Wow, you're really good.." she muttered in awe
The stranger perked his head up with a polite smile, almost radiant. "Thank you."
His voice matched his appearance and piano skills, just as elegant as he was. Clearly, he was raised in a wealthy family somewhere in London, probably one of the rich areas like Kensington or Chelsea.
"No, I'm serious. Tchaikovsky is rolling in his grave out of jealousy right now." She said, somewhat nervous "Like if he came back to life and saw you out doing him with his own song, he'd kill himself and die again because of how jealous he’d be, that's how good you are."
The stranger's smile widened in amusement and she could've swore she heard him laugh a little. "That's certainly an interesting way to put it. Do you play any instruments, too, by any chance?"
"Well obviously, if I'm in an instrument shop, I'd hope so." (Name) nodded, gesturing to the piano. "I'm a bit of all rounder. I can do piano, drums and base, but I'm more of a guitarist myself."
"That really is extraordinary.." He complimented "I myself can only really play the piano. I've played a bit of violin too but it wasn't to my taste, honestly speaking."
"You still play really good though. Are you a professional or something?" She asked curiously
The blond shook his head, still smiling "It's just a hobby of mine. I'm more suited to mathematics but I admire the beauty of the piano..the intricate mechanisms..the sounds it's makes..it's an art, if you will."
"Yeah, I get that. It invokes emotion in people, I mean most social movements and revolutions were influenced heavily by music, like anarchism and stuff." She trailed off, then spotted Von Herder back at the counter "I..uh..play in a band. It's not very good but I want to make changes like that too..y'know?"
Surprisingly, he nodded understandingly. "I'm sure you're band is much better than you give it credit for. Do you have a name yet? Perhaps I could-"
"Oh lord, not you again..!" A German voice exclaimed upon spotting (name) "What did I tell you, girl? I'm not trading you the guitar in exchange for an autograph!"
(Name) groaned "That was James idea, not mine, Herder!" She turned to the stranger who had been cut off "We're called The Baker Street boys but Sherly — he's the other guitarist — and I keep arguing about it because I think it's stupid that we're called the Baker Street boys when I'm clearly not a boy, so every time anyone asks, I just say we're called the coke whores even though I don’t do coke and I don’t think anyone in the band does, actually maybe Sherly does I don’t know. I told you the actual name though so that was kind of stupid."
"I see..That's a...lovely...name." The blond smiled, although (name) could tell he was a little taken aback by h the abundance of information. He looked over to the counter. “Are you familiar with Mr Von Herder?"
(Name) nodded, picking up the guitar she intended on buying "Yeah, the band and I come by here sometimes to look at the instruments. James, my friend, bought a bass here last week, but I think he's sick of us by now. Speaking of, I should probably buy this before he accuses me of an attempted robbery." She walked towards the counter slowly, waving at the blond
"Nice talking to you, stranger!"
A/N: omg first chapter. I only started working on this fic yesterday but the ideas been marinating in my brain for a while icl. At least a few months. Anyways maybe that stranger will get another appearance who knows 👀
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Can i request a tate Langdon x plus!size reader. Where the reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell tate because she thinks he will make her get an abortion and when she finds out about how tate is dead she stays calm so she doesn't add a lot of stress to herself and the baby maybe she is walking home at night and some guy tries to rob her and then kill her but tate gets there and saves her she finally tells him and he tells her how much he loves her and can't wait to be a father. He says this behe is so deeply in love with the reader. (sorry if its long you don't have to write it)
Tate Langdon x plus-size!Reader
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, assault, robbery, and abortion.
Summary: at the top! I hope you like this fic!<3 also it isnt proof read
You don’t really know how you ended up in this situation, pregnant with Tates baby, afraid of what he would say or do if you told him, worried he might make you abort the baby.
You always knew Tate was a deeply disturbed person, you overheard the conversations he had with your dad, he’s a therapist and has a home office for his patients.
Your dad always told you to stay away from him of course in the beginning you did but then Tate started wandering the house when your dad thought he left, he made it up to your room one day, watching you threw the crack in your door.
Man he thought you were gorgeous, when you noticed him peeking he got scared of how you would view him, would you think of him as a creep?, as a stalker?
His worries went away when you invited him into your room
‘Oh hi I’m Tate I live next door’ he said shyly breaking eye contact with you, you have him a assuring smile ‘I know who you are Tate, I see you with my dad from time to time, so what are you doing up here’
You ask Curiously ’i was just looking around sorry if I looked like creep earlier I just thought you looked cute- ah sorry I didn’t mean to say that’ he says cutting himself off
‘It’s okay I think your pretty cute too’ that helps him feel less awkward and it’s not like your lying
Ever since that day you two have practically been inseparable, he’s always in your room hanging out, listening to music, watching movies.
After you guys got to know each other better things escalated which got you into the situation you are in now.
Sitting on the bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test, cursing to yourself, why just why did this have to happen to you.
Lost in your thoughts you over heard someone talking, you quickly hid the pregnancy test and got up to see who it was.
It was Tate and Constance, Tates mother, you never liked her the way you’ve seen her talk to him but you’ve just stayed out of there business because Tate asked you too.
‘Tate how many times have I told you to stop talking to this girl, if she find out your secret, it’ll be over’ she whisper yells at him
‘Mom, she’s not gonna find out I’m dead, she’s never asked me out the house so you don’t have to worry’
Dead? Dead. It made you dizzy, what does he mean dead, how is he talking to you touching you if he is dead.
It makes so sense, whatever he meant or means you know you have to keep calm in order to not put stress on yourself or the baby, even if Tate doesn’t want the baby in the end you do.
After you hear them walk you away you need fresh air to get your kind off of everything.
You put on warm outdoor clothes considering it’s already dark at night , once you get outside you decide to head to the supermarket to get some stuff to snack on.
You got there grabbed some chips and drinks, you had some spare cash that you could use, you bought your items and headed back.
When you got to the yard of your house some random man came out of the bushes and started covering your mouth
He put a knife against your neck ‘I swear if you make one sound I will cut your throat right here bitch, now give me everything you have.’ You are pulling out your wallet and just give it to him the stuff you bought from the store too.
After you give him everything your shaking still trying to keep calm cause all your thinking about is the baby, ‘you know what I’m gonna kill you anyways’
As he’s about to hurt you Tate comes out of the shadows ‘don’t fucking touch her’ he says slamming a rock against his head more than one time
It definitely knocks than random man out, you never felt so relieved, Tate saved you
‘Oh my god y/n are you a okay? Did he hurt you?’ He says pulling you into a hug, ‘it’s okay Tate I’m fine can we please go inside’ you beg ‘yeah of course baby’ he says grabbing your stuff from the ground and leading you inside
When you got to your room you started breaking down crying, ‘hey, it’s okay y/n your safe now’ he says giving you a kiss at the top of your head,
‘I know tate that’s not why I’m crying’ you say looking at him ‘then what’s wrong?’ He says confused
You take a deep breath ‘I’m pregnant tate and it’s yours, I’m sorry’
He’s speechless for a good minute, you take that as a bad sign, ‘really?’ He asks you see some excitement in his eyes which makes you relieved
‘Yeah I was having a lot of symptoms so I took a pregnancy and test and it was positive but I understand if you don’t want the baby but I’m not getting a abortion tate’ you state
‘No no I don’t want you too, I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad, to our baby , I’m so happy y/n I love you so much and I would never make you get an abortion I want the baby just as much as you do.’
Your smile got so wide and then you remember what him and his mother said.
‘Tate, what did you mean earlier when you said you were dead?’ His eyes go wide.
‘It’s a long story y/n’

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In honour of Ace Week, I'd like to talk about my experience with growing up ace.
Many, many of my fellow aspecs talk about growing up feeling broken, to the point where I almost felt "fake" because I didn't share this apparently universal experience. (No slander to them by the way, I can recognise myself for being the oddball that I am, and the reason I escaped the self-hatred and broken feeling is. Actually kind of funny)
(Also sorry this is very long and rambly, editing is a bitch on mobile.)
I've always known I was aromantic and asexual. Not the terms, but I know I have been like this since before I can remember. The most important aroace memory I have is the one that saved me over a decade of grief, one I made when I was seven.
I was in grade one, and in a tiny, tiny school with literally only 4 people in my grade. My best friend, Jess, had just broken up with our classmates Thomas (they had been dating the way all 7yos do, and Jess has always been boy crazy). She was ranting to me about him, and I was a bit bored with it, playing about on the patio wall. I distinctly remember saying to her: "I'm never gonna get a crush! Dating is too much drama." And that was that. I promised myself never to get a crush.
And for years, I thought I was fantastic at keeping promises to myself. I was a pretty child, and I've always been kind, and many of my guy friends developed crushes on me, or felt pressured to have a crush and decided I was the best option. I don't know. I turned every one of them down, and said I wasn't going to date because I'd made myself a promise not to. I never developed a crush on anyone myself, and I thought it was because of a promise I made when I was seven. I never felt pressured to have a crush because of that promise, and all my girl friends accepted it too as an answer when they asked if I had a crush. We were like, ten, we didn't know better. None of us even knew what the lgbtqa+ was. Same-sex marriage was only legalised in 2006 in South Africa, and I didn't have a phone or access to the internet until I was 13. We also weren't as steeped in the amatonormative bullshit that comes with growing up, or fandom, or the internet.
When I was around 11-12 years old, we went to the coast to celebrate one of my childhood friend's mom getting married. Both his parents (his mom and later adoptive father) were close family friends, and while we were there I met up with an old friend I'd lost contact with.
I found out Dune, the lost friend, had had a crush on me since pre-primary school. He'd put a ring on his finger and declared that he was going to marry me when we grew up. I think He'd given up the notion by the time we reunited, but it made me feel weird. I started actually thinking about crushes, and my promise, and I worried that maybe I'd been repressing feelings. Did I accidentally close my heart to love because of my promise? But... not having to deal with crushes made my life so much easier, I wasn't sure if I wanted a crush. But I was worried I'd broken myself. It didn't help that when I brought this up to my mom (who is, by the way, an amazing woman and completely supportive of me now and my very queer brother and is bi herself) she said that closing your heart to love was unhealthy, and I should let myself feel things.
In retrospect, that's solid advice. I wish I'd listened to it more before I developed repression of emotions and memories as a coping mechanism to deal with immigration and a new country. But at the time I took it as confirmation I'd broken myself because again, I was eleven, and while I've always been mature for my age I still was lacking a lot of knowledge and growth.
Fortunately, I've always been a stubborn, genuine thing. I only changed parts of myself I didn't like, or thought hurt others, and no one else was allowed to decide that for Me. And I liked the peace not having crushes gave me, and I saved myself many years of grief and worry with that decision. It was three days of worrying about having broken myself, compared to an almost lifetime of many other aspecs.
That conviction was admittedly hard to hold onto though. I had several squishes in my childhood and the following yesrs, or maybe they were actual crushes but I doubt it; and I started becoming vaguely aware that saying I'd made a promise to stay single and unattracted to anyone was a weird reason for turning someone down when you're like 13/14yo. I stopped talking about my promise, but I never got a crush, never wanted one, and never wanted to date. I just kept living my life, even when I immigrated and said family friend's child from earlier, a boy I had been friends with since I was literally three years old, told me he'd been in love with me for five years the day I landed in my nee country. Thanks Vin, that's totally something to drop on your childhood friend when she is busy feeling like she'd lost everything. I spent a week analysing the last couple years of our friendship to figure out if he even cared about me the way I did about him. We're not very close anymore.
A year later, in Year 10/Grade 9, my new best friend invited me around to her house to tell me "something important". When I got there, I found our other friend we'd been growing closer too over the last couple months there already, and they were holding hands. Tess said to me, very gingerly, "Shay, I just wanted to let you know that I'm pan, and Saph and I are dating."
Three things you should know: I was barely aware that "gay" and "lesbian" was a thing at this point, I had no gaydar or ability to predict romance, and had quite frankly forgotten that crushes were a thing. I wasn't even looking for chemistry in my friends. I was caught completely off guard. I had no fucking clue was pansexual was. I'd only just started learning about the queer community and did not know how to react to this, and was suddenly, horribly reminded that my friends were at the stage where they cared more about finding someone to date than plodding on happily with the friendships we had. Tess later told me I "was a bit homophobic because of the way I recoiled with a slightly disguisted look on my face."
Honestly, I think it's because I was disgusted by romance in general and was unprepared for the confession, and was suddenly re-evaluating the entire friend group dynamics. I'm gonna forgive myself if I reacted badly, but I honestly wasn't aware enough of heteronormative culture, had forgotten amatonormativity existed, and didn't know enough about gay people to even be homophobic.
That night, I spent four hours researching the lgbt community to understand as much as I could, to find out how to support my friends and be a good ally. I still thought I was straight, back then. It got to the point where I knew a good deal about the queer community and experiences, enough to help my brother figure out he was pan and trans, and yet I still did not come across any aspec identity. Not in Tumblr screenshots, not on the wiki pages I read, not from word of mouth from the queer people I met irl.
I even went through about a month or so where I thought I was bi. I had enough common sense long before then to realize that a promise made when you're seven should not affect who you crush on, just what you do with those feelings, but it was the only explanation I had, so I quietly stuck with it. When I found out more about the queer community I thought to myself "... am I gay?" And critically evaluated myself, and came to the conclusion I felt the same about guys as I did about girls, and I must be bi, surely? But that didn't feel right, and It honestly made me feel uncomfortable to label myself as that, so I never mentioned it.
Fortunately soon after that, I was talking to one of Tess's old South African friends, who told me he was "asexual" (in hindsight, and seeing how he grew, I think he was actually aromantic. But, it's not my place to tell people how to identify). I didn't know what that meant so googled it, and realized... hey, this covers a lot of how I feel (or rather, what I don't feel). It wasn't quite right, I didn't really understand sexual attraction either (I still don't, really, but I do on a rational level), but it fit me better and explained a hell of a lot more than bisexual did, so I claimed it. Plus, pretty flag.
I tried to come out that pride month. I made an ace flag-coloured version of my profile picture, looked up the pride days for June, and decided I would change my pfp and bio on ace day to come out. Which I did! And many people congratulated me on figuring myself out, even more were confused as to what it was, and the rest didn't notice. But before all that, I'd accidentally come out on aromantic's day, first, much to my fear and embarrassment. I didn't realise I could be both aromantic and asexual. I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to be 'special' to fit in with my friends (I value genuineness greatly, and never wanted to appear like I was presenting myself falsely, especially for something like a trend or peer pressure). I quickly changed my pfp and bio before anyone noticed, and did it on the correct day at the end of the month.
Fortunately, it did make me look up aromanticism, and realize this identity fitted the rest of my experiences. But, I still didn't know I could have two identities, because I didn't know about the SAM model. I decided to stick with asexual, because I liked the flag more.
I still felt a bit like an imposter, though, like I wasn't really welcome in the queer community, and I always knew I didn't fit in the cishetallo one. I didn't know any other ace people except for the guy who told me about the term, and he was far too interested in sex and hot people for my comfort. I dedicated myself to learning more about the queer community as a whole, the lived experiences and politics, so that I could continue to support and be with my friends (who had, one by one over the year or so, come out as queer in some way, as one friend group does after the first one bites the bullet) even if I "didn't really belong".
It took me a while to feel fully comfortable as asexual, and to internalise I could be aromantic too and accept that (I called myself Grayromantic for a time because I thought the squishes had been crushes, and I almost wanted to hope I wasn't completely locked from love. I've since learned better and honestly, I'm really happy as plain aroace). I went through a period of trying on all kinds of micro labels to explain my experiences, but I've come to settle on the plain old aroace label. I'm happy, and I'm happy with myself. I also found the sunset aroace flag last year and fell in love with that, too 😂
I'd like to give a huge thank you to @fuckyeahasexual for all the information and support their blog gives, and the experiences and constant acceptance and reassurance that we are all ace, and for the info they give on aromanticism too. It played a huge role in my coming out and being proud, and then being loud and proud for the remaining years of high school. It's allowed me to meet so many more aspec people, and help people figure out their own aspec identities in my real-life community.
So yeah, I am, very extremely aroace. I swing wildly between sex and romance neutral to outright repulsed, and I have no interest in a qpr or any other relationship beyond family and friendship. (Shout out to my brother for getting into a qpr and then telling his actually aroace sister about it last out of everyone!).
I've been aroace my entire life, and I've never wanted to be anything different. I've dealt with my fair share of both microaggressive and straight-up aphobia from strangers, loved ones, fandom and society in general.
And I've never related to those posts about people growing up feeling broken, and for every single aspec out there like me who skated on through life and to their identities without that trauma as well, I tip my hat to you. We are valid, we are no less aspec than those with different traumas to us, and we are no less important or alone or isolated than they are. We're all in this together, and we should all take pride and care in one another. For our similarities and shared experiences, and for our differences. Happy ace week.
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The Ultimatum
TW: blackmail. Sex. Dub!Con! Semi-public sex. Language. Degrading Language.
SUMMARY: The means to protect your brother leads you to a rather compromising and unexpected situation.
WORD COUNT: 2600
REQUESTED
Can you do an imagine of the scene with topper and rafe { replace topper with Kelce} when they attacked pope and yn is pope sister and Kelce gives her an ultimatum to either sleep with him or rafe kills him.
*CHANGED A FEW THINGS, HOPE IT'S STILL OKAY*
The Ultimatum
"What the hell happened?!" You asked Pope as he emerged back from the golf course, JJ quick to his feet for the same reason behind your raised timbre. Even if he attempted to hide it beneath the dark rim of his cap, the wound was visible enough for both you and JJ to connect the unfortunately probable dots.
"Where are you going?" Pope asked as you were already hiked over the boat and moving towards the direction of the golf course.
"I'm tired of these assholes thinking we won't fight back just because we don't have a rich daddy to bail us out-"
"Oh, you can call me daddy anytime you want, sweetheart." Rafe's voice sounded like nails to a chalkboard as he revealed himself with Kelce at his side. The same club used to wound your brother was taken down from across Rafe's broad wingspan and handed to Kelce. But there existed a fire behind the eyes of the Kook prince's friend that you'd never noticed until now. A fire directed towards you.
"What was that, Rafe? She wants us to know she'll fight back?"
"Careful pipsqueak, might break a nail or some shit..." Rafe teased as you took a step forward.
"Let's just go..." Pope encouraged. Even if he had wished to use every ounce of anger in the force of knuckles directed to either Kook, his worry for you took precedence.
"I think we should let her talk..." Kelce began. "I'm all for feminism and female empowerment." He spoke with a lift of his hand to his chest as your eyes caught the way his arms flexed with such motions.
"What's your problem? Not make par?" You asked Rafe as you found it more difficult to look at Kelce as his eyes were too intimidating and primal.
"All because of your dumbass of a brother...wouldn't even share one beer with us ..doesn't matter, we got 'em anyways..." Rafe pulled one to his lips.
"Shit's not even the good kind. What can you expect from a pogue?" He asked as Kelce took one of his own.
"Doesn't seem like a fair trade then, does it?" Kelce added. "All that work...got blood on his wedge...all for shitty beer?" Suddenly Kelce took you by the wrist.
"I think I need some compensation." He nodded once to Rafe, who took his club back into his hand.
"How close are you with him?" Your eyes narrowed at the question as JJ mouthed "Deny, deny, deny.".
"Close enough to offer something to save him?"
"All this over beer, man, isn't that a little beneath even you?" JJ rivaled, feeling as equally as protective over you as Pope was.
"Probably used to little things beneath you." He motioned to Rafe's seam as you fought the urge to smile as Kelce tightened his arm around you.
"I hear nobody's fucked you yet, that right?" Due to the animated friend you and Pope shared, Kelce's words went by without notice. But where they were ignorant to such words, the same ones made you burn from the inside out.
"None of your business." You shot back as he scoffed.
"I'll just find out for myself." But as he dragged you away effortlessly, you fought like hell. Nails reaching for any flesh possible and raised feet kicking in every direction, but nothing had even made contact.
"Stop being such a little bitch! I'm asking for a fraction of time to what it means to keep him alright."
"I don't know, Kelce...I heard Pogues make good chum-" Rafe attempted to joke as nobody but the instigator of said missed humor found it entertaining. When this failed to make his point, Rafe took the club behind Pope and tightened it.
"We all know Rafe has some issues to work out..."
"One less Pogue doesn't matter to me-"
"Let go of him, you son of a-" JJ tried before Rafe hit JJ with the club.
"Two less? Even better..." JJ was disoriented enough to keep Rafe in power against your brother and friend. Looking at both of them, you breathed a deep exhale.
"Fine." Your word was weak. A simple echo of the confidence you wished to possess.
"I knew you'd see things my way."
You were called after by Pope, who was destroyed the second you were out of sight. Whatever became of the scene between the remaining Pogues and Rafe was undetermined as you were taken to the parking lot.
Some overpriced car with an undeserving owner had been your source of support as he thrust you against its cold exterior.
"Is it true?" You clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him and offer him even a moment's satisfaction.
"This will be over faster if you work with me here-"
"Is what true?"
"Are you a virgin?" The question suddenly made you feel so vulnerable.
"No." You answered honestly, wondering if you had lied that maybe he would have been soft and even pitiful against you. Maybe he would have even let you go. But a larger part of you was well aware he saw you as a challenge and no collection of words, guilt, or consideration would take him away from you now.
"Good. I don't want to be gentle."
"I don't think you ever could." You were interrupted by a kiss made of two full lips that swallowed you completely. The raucous force was enough of a motivation to try once more to break free as you took his lips between your teeth and bit hard. You were shoved against the car as he dabbed his split lip.
"That's fine. We don't even have to kiss." He took hold of your hair and turned you away from him, hands quick to grip your hips. Your eyes darted to the car in front of you as you couldn't help but look for another means of an escape. But he was too strong.
"Don't need this." He groaned over you from behind with fingers that rose from your curves and to your breasts, tearing off the cover set over your bikini top. But where you expected him to be forceful and leave you completely naked and exposed, he only turned you back to him.
"I am giving you one chance to enjoy this. You do anything stupid and you'll be treated like the whore this side of the island thinks you are. Act that way and I'll make you act like one." You swallowed hard before watching him lean in to kiss you again.
"I've seen the way you watch me. A bit curious to know the same thing I am?"
"Which is?"
"If the reason Kooks and Pogues can't get along is because they just always wanna fuck each other?" You thought back to the interactions between Kiara and Rafe, John B and Sarah, and even you and Kelce, realizing this may well have been the truth. Because of that, you couldn't object. Instead, you remained in place.
"So be good and I'll let you enjoy this. Be a bratty little bitch and I'll make sure your brother and your little friend know exactly what you're willing to take for them..." He kissed you again before you could respond. Only this time, wide hands taking hold of your breasts that made you breathless. But it wasn't by a force of his hands that had caused this. Instead, it was due to the way his fingers pinched your nipples over the nylon top.
"You might not be a virgin, but you're no vixen. I bet I could make you come just by doing this." You wanted to hate him. To hate this. But those twists shot directly to your sex. You pressed your thighs together involuntarily, almost as if to berate yourself for enjoying this for even a moment.
"I knew you wanted this...but I didn't know you'd be down for doing it in public..."
"Please..." You whimpered, asking a multitude of questions behind that single plea. To release you. To keep going. To go somewhere private, and back again to letting you go. His touch and presence were a unified contradiction that sent your eyes pulling back in the consumption of it all.
"I fucking knew it!" He spat in victory as guilt forced all hear to your cheeks. Synonymous if you were to be overcome with a fever, your body seemed to fight against itself to accept or be expired by such heat. But his fingers reaching into the unbuttoned core of your shorts has pulled your eyes into a roll as he pinned you harder against the car.
"Tell me you want this. I'm not going to let you moan, let alone come, unless I hear you beg for it..." His brow arched for just a moment before he glared at your hesitance.
"I bet nobody on The Cut can make you come...But you know I could...just by doing this...you already want to and I haven't even been inside of you yet..." You arched against the car, eyes nearly pulling closed as he redirected you to him.
"I want to make sure you aren't imagining anyone else....I want to make sure you know whose fingers are making you feel this way..." He explained, your shorts disposed of at your ankles as only your swim bottoms remained. Your embarrassment worsened to the mismatched set across your body that he didn't care to notice.
"I won't let anyone else see you naked. But I don't care if they see you come..." You were suddenly lifted around him. His efforts were truly effortless as you were feebike in his arms. If not against his strength, than for his ambition. As his touch made your need to escape much less desirable in contrast to remaining put. Even if you knew deep within your gut that you would regret it when it was over, nobody has ever shown you this attention or touched you in this way. It made you forgive him just long enough to bask in the feeling of his fingers and cock as it teased you from over your suit.
"I knew you'd be soaked, but shit...I don't think the suit can hold how wet you are .." He kissed you, pulling back once feeling you submit to him. "is it because you know someone could see or because you're hoping they do?"
"It's because it's you..." You whispered as your confession caught him off guard. All anger had subsided and been redirected into passion. Without another word, your bottoms were tore loose and disposed of out of sight, as he was sinking you down onto him.
The former lovers that had penetrated you had done so quickly or without the endowed anatomy he had been blessed with. Because of this, you clawed into his shoulders as if he had been your first. The pain of him stretching you to such a degree was evident as you hissed to his starting movements.
"Fuck!"
"Too much?" You nodded as he slowed, palms pressing into the car at your back before you felt him ease. He seemed to react to your body, your earlier confession softening him enough to speak to you with care.
"You feel better than I ever thought..." He breathed against your lips.
"I need more..." He brought you down harder onto him. But as you belted out to the pain, he mended this with the grip made at your breasts. Exposing your breasts fully to him, he wrapped the nipple between his teeth as his lips sucked the surrounding skin as you writhed.
You should hate him. You should push him away and curse him well into the middle of next week. You should even clench him tight enough he could never feel pleasure again. And yet, the sensations offered to you were reason enough to ignore the urge to do anything but bask. In the heat of his touch. In the chill of his threat . In the ecstasy at the tip of his cock, leaving behind the pull to your high with each thrust increasing in speed.
"Kelce!"
"You're too fucking tight... It's gonna make me come. Stop tensing-" But his words only made you worsen that internal grip. To know it could end, the pleasure granted to you on the cusp of his own release, you ignored his annoyed timbre.
"If I'm coming..." He set you onto your feet, bending you over the hood of the car, and kicking your ankles apart. A hand to the back of your neck, and you were taken almost to his chest, "So are you." The instant his cock bottomed out once again, his fingers found the perfect angle at your clit. Fondling while thrusting, he built you back to that edge.
"Desperate for it, aren't you?" You could only bite your bottom lip.
"Tell me." He gripped your breast even tighter. Pain and pleasure coexisting throughout your nerves as you were continuously pounded into the side of the car.
"You're gonna go back to your pogues all fucked...and you're gonna do it dripping with cum..." Your lips parted as your nails came to scratch at the hood of the car.
"You want it to be yours too, you better start telling me what I wanna hear." He explained as you groaned beneath him.
"Yes!"
"You are desperate? To come or for me?"
"B-both..."
"Then give me a reason to forgive you for being such a little slut. Come on my cock and I'll come in this tight little pussy...come on...be a good fucking girl..." You moaned shamelessly to his words. His thrusts, his body, his presence-everything worked against your reservations as you shook beneath him.
"I'm coming!"
"Yes. You are." He smiled into your shoulder as he released his fingers, replacing yours over your own clit. Where you would have been mortified to do this before, you acquiesced as your high was too close. He felt too deep. And you needed both in equality.
"I'm gonna come. Don't stop until you feel it."
You nodded, quickening your fingers.
"But don't come."
"Kelce-"
"Don't. Come." He continued to rush you into the car, the suspension tested by such thrusts, until he was spent within you.
"Turn around." He forced you to face him.
"You've got a smart little mouth but I love how it sounds when you come...it's the only reason I didn't fuck it. But now...you're gonna scream for me until they hear you all the way on The Cut." Before you could inject his fingers were inside you again.
"You stop making those little whines and I stop." Your hand wrapped around his wrist as your eyes rolled closed. It took only a few moments before you were whining for that release he invited. Your chest heaved in desperation as he took turns kissing your breasts and teasing your nipples, an occasional brush solely to your clit making you manic against him.
"Come. Right now. You're so fucking desperate it's so sad..."
"Ahh...Kelce! Fuuuuck!" Your body relinquished itself onto him. His fingers continuing to bend and spread inside of you through this high as he grinned.
"Well worth it."
"Worth what?" You asked breathlessly.
"The shit Rafe is gonna give me for fucking a pogue." He teased s kiss to which he wouldn't commit, before leaving you with the guilt you had ignored until now. The same that rushed over you tenfold.
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“he settled for meghan and we know it she's the one who said yes and harry only wanted out when she said she wanted out” I think this could be his divorce narrative to try and save a shred of his reputation: he left his family, country, job as a working royal, and everything else he knew to make her happy and make their marriage work. He believed what he told her and so on. People may buy it too because she has a longer history of discarding people than he does. He thought he was doing it for love blah blah blah. It’s a narrative that could work for him.
bestie, that's always been his narrative. he left his country, his job, his family, his entire identity, and he moved to the US. to a place he was 8 hours behind in timezones, knew nobody, had no support system and no friends. he went to her space where he was entirely isolated, and he can even say that his visits back here were short because of her. his abuse narrative is a lot stronger than hers, imo
and does anyone REALLY think it's a coincidence that millie mackintosh has spoken out about meghan after 5/6 years? i don't. millie is exactly the kind of contact she should have kept after dating harry. old reality show or not, that chelsea set are richy rich bitches who are royal-adjacent. also, did we notice how insistent millie was that she didn't know harry and had never met him? mhmmmmmm
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I am disappointed in you, Michaela. PeterMac? SERIOUSLY?!
Listen, anon, sometimes you just see something and it's - it's funny, okay? Sometimes it just makes you giggle. But because you had the gall to call me by my given name on my blog like you're my mother, I'm going to write a little snippet for you. 💖
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"This is how you thank me, Mac? For all the times I saved your life?"
Scorpion wiggled mostly-helpless in his web-cocoon, dangling from a tall lightpost and trying to get his suit's tail free. "Saved it? Saved it?! You cocky, stupid, spandexed bastard, I'll tear you and that son of a bitch Jameson limb from limb from limb until you're both-"
"Ah, leave old Jonah alone. He's just too cranky to retire." Spider-Man lowered himself down a line until he was face to face with his foe. "What happened to the ol' Alchemax job, Mac?"
"What's it to you, bug."
"Come on, Scorpy; I know you know by now that spiders are arachnids." He tilted his head. "Hey, I'm serious. We've known each other too long to not be honest with each other." He reached out to give two gentle knocks on Scorpion's armored helmet.
Mac responded in kind by trying to twist himself enough to bite him. (Not even danger enough to set off the trusty spider-sense.)
"Careful, there. You don't have dental anymore. You don't wanna be needing another jaw surgery."
Something flashed over his face then - a kind of momentary panic.
...okay, maybe not the best thing to say.
Then the old anger came. "You- you broke my jaw clean off that day, you fucking-"
"Look, would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"
"Then who the fuck else was it."
"I'm hardly the only Spider-Man." He pointed a finger in Mac's face, mostly out of some kind of cruel self-amusement to see if the Scorpion would try to bite him again. "Hell, even you tried on the alias for a while. Osborn's little errand-Venom."
"That... that ain't me anymore."
"See, then? People change."
Scorpion gave a heavy, tired kind of sigh. He seemed to finally give up the attempts to wriggle out of the bindings. "If you gotta know, I figured the Alchemax gig was too good to last anyways. So I got mixed up with the Black Cat and her crew. She was a good boss, y'know? Probably the best I had, next to Miss Allan. And then Venom put me in the fuckin' ICU."
"Sorry I forgot to send flowers."
"No you're not. You were workin' with him."
"Which one?"
"Ain't you got somethin' better to do, Spider? I don't hear sirens yet. Guy like me, they usually come a little quicker."
"Well..." Spider-Man did a little spin on his webline, contemplating. "You were breaking and entering an old OsCorp building. But you didn't actually steal anything. And me, I don't have a lot of love for that man's legacy." He stopped to flip himself right-side-up. "You still have Liz Allan's contact, Mac?"
"Why?"
"The lady's got an ever-growing corporate nightmare. She could probably use a reliable security guy again."
He grabbed the bundle of heavily-armored supervillain in his arm, turned Scorpion upright again, and then yanked at the webline until it tore free. Then, he carried his protesting bundle off to a nearby rooftop and tossed him onto it.
"Wh- hey! What're you doing!"
Spider-Man rolled the bundle over and stopped it with his foot, leaning down to look Mac in the eyes. "All right, here's what's gonna happen. In about 45 more minutes, this stuff is gonna dissolve enough for you and your fancy green suit to break out. Tomorrow morning, you're going to give Liz Allan a call. You're going to get on your knees and beg her for your job back."
"I don't owe that broad-"
"Hey, stop that. She's an old friend." He stepped down harder - not enough to risk even cracking the armor, but enough to apply pressure. "In exchange, you don't get sent back to Ryker's. All right?"
Mac stared up at him.
"It'd be real easy to roll you right off this roof."
"You wouldn't."
"You're sure about that?"
"...fine. I'll give it a shot."
"Good man." He patted Mac's cheek. After a moment, he rolled his mask up to his nose and leaned down to plant a kiss on the visor covering his old foe's eyes.
Scorpion made a disgusted noise, but didn't protest further.
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Today was a Fairytale
Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Reader
Rating: Explicit (Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes)
Word Count: 4.5k
Author's Note: Eddie Munson has not yet moved out of his residence in my one brain cell, so here is a bit of Eddie Munson smut to help cope with the next part of Stranger Things coming out soon. Enjoy, reblog and let me know if you have any other Eddie Munson thoughts :)
Today was a Fairytale
Dustin and Mike sprinted down the hall as fast as their legs could carry them, frantically searching, trying to save Eddie Munson from an unimaginably cruel fate. As they rounded a corner without slowing, barely avoiding a collision with the football team, they spotted him absentmindedly getting a book from his locker, unaware of the two boys barrelling towards him and the horror in their eyes.
"Eddie?!" Dustin screamed, unbothered by the judgemental looks from his classmates, "You dumb son of a bitch, you put Hellfire club on tonight!"
He cursed, clearly winded by the dash from the car park. Mike picked up where he left off, tone slightly more measured,
"Did you forget what day it is? Because we just saw (y/n) in the parking lot and they definitely didn't!"
"You're a dead man!" Dustin chimed back in, half doubled over, trembling with concern for his friend. Eddie let out an easy laugh, quite touched by the concern of the two little freshmen, and clamped a hand on each on their shoulders..
"Gentlemen, I appreciate your concern, but I know today's valentine's day, and I am prepared to woo my partner without the advice of two freshmen, whose out-of-state girlfriends have a 50% chance of being fictional." He teased, "My sweetheart has their own practice after school, and then they're going to sit in on Hellfire before I take them home for the night. Do you have any more urgent questions about my love life boys, or can I get on with my day?" He asked sarcastically, watching the relief on their faces as their evening plans, and friend, were out of jeopardy.
"No that makes sense, sorry for the language Eddie." Dustin breathed out, pulling Mike away and leaving Eddie wondering what exactly had made them so concerned. Closing his locker he looked up to find the answer to his question walking towards him, beaming smile making his stomach do somersaults. You were always beautiful to Eddie, but today he could have mistaken you for a heaven-sent angel. You wore a simple white sweater with a small red heart on it, tucked into cute red shorts in an outfit that would get tens across the board from a certain bow-wielding cherub. Everything about you looked bright, and happy and perfect as you stopped in front of Eddie, extending your arms out to offer him a small basket.
"Happy Valentine's Day Eddie!" He peered inside, slightly awestruck, words catching in his throat. This was the first valentines day he'd ever had a partner for, and even though he was desperate to make it a special day for you, he hadn't really considered that you'd want to do the same for him. He looked down at the basket, almost overflowing with gratitude for your place in his life, and moved to a place beyond words as he saw an envelope, a small plastic container, and a bouquet of dark purple and black flowers, twisted with thistles and ivy in a way he'd never seen before.
"I got you the most metal flowers I could find, and then I baked your favourite and I got you a card." You said proudly, but gasping as you remembered something, "but don't open the card at school! Nancy leant me her polaroid camera and some of the pictures..." You were interrupted as Robin called your name from behind you, ready to make her way to class with you. Catching the disbelief in Eddie's eyes you teased him a little more,
"Hey Robin, I can't remember, what's the list you get put on at Christmas when you haven't been nice?" Maintaining eye contact with your speechless boyfriend.
"Naughty!" Robin said proudly, ever the helpful friend, oblivious to the way Eddie's eyes widened further as a smile spread across his face.
"Exactly, thanks Robin." You smiled, giving Eddie a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to head to class. Looking over your shoulder you quickly added, "Oh, and I checked and that basket should fit in your locker!"
Eddie gave you a small wave as you headed to class with Robin, absolutely emotionally bulldozed by your sweet, romantic gifts. He slammed his locker closed with a smile, basket still in hand. He decided he was going to carry this round all day, for everyone to see. After all, no one had ever brought him flowers before.
***
You waved good night to your teammates after practice and found Eddie waiting for you on a bench in front of the school, ready for you to watch him lead Hellfire for the night. His hands found your face as you settled beside him, pulling you into a loving kiss he'd been craving since your Interaction this morning.
"Rumour has it the big bad Eddie Munson spent all day carrying around a basket of flowers? Do you think that's true?" You teased, noticing the collection of gifts still right by his side, the smile spreading across his face making you wish you could treat him to a thousand more.
"I'm nothing if not a plant expert, and a locker is no place for flowers as badass as these ones." He replied assuredly before passing a paper bag to you, steam rising from its folds.
"I figured you wouldn't have time for dinner so I got you something," he said casually as he started talking you through what to expect from the Hellfire session that evening, his easy thoughtfulness always catching you off guard. As you finished up your food, which he'd gone out of his way to get your favourite, you leant your head gently into his shoulder.
"You know Eddie, if I wasn't already deeply in love you, that meal probably would've been enough to get me there." You felt the shaking of his laughter work through his body as you lifted up to look at him, gaze focused happily on your content face.
"In that case I guess I don't even need to give you your other present." He said smugly, laughter erupting again as your face turned to a pleading pout. "I'm only joking sweetheart, happy valentine's day." He said, tone softer than usual as he fished a small box out of his inside jacket pocket, setting it carefully in your hands. His fingers immediately began to play with his rings, nervous to see your reaction as you gently lifted the lid to reveal the glistening trinket inside. You carefully lifted the thin chain up to see the detail of the pendant, a little charm that was a perfect match to one of Eddie's rings. The one you always played with and said was your favourite.
"I thought it might be a bit much to get you a ring, but this way we still match." He stuttered out sincerely, eyes fixed to his own ring as he waited for you to speak.
"Eddie, I love it." You breathed, absolutely awestruck at the beautiful gesture, heart already fluttering at the thought of having a reminder of him around your neck everywhere you go. "Help me put it on, please?" Turning your back to reveal your neck to him as carefully did up the clasp, planting a soft kiss on the nape of your neck before letting you go. Your lips quickly found his as you turned around, feeling his grin against yours, both feeling like the luckiest valentine in Hawkins. Your kiss only stopped when you heard Erica screaming across the car park "That's not appropriate! There better not be any more of that tonight!"
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Watching Eddie running D&D for the first time was like watching a movie come to life as it was being written. He crafted detailed visuals of forests and caves, created a thick atmosphere of tension as enemies crossed the party's path, and as the pieces of plot began to fall into place he unravelled a mystery so compelling you found yourself perched firmly on the very edge of your seat, almost threatening to lose your balance. It was easy to see why the club admired him so much as a Dungeon Master, his naturally commanding presence taking each of their imaginations to far off places. As the final roll of the dice fell to a natural twenty, the room erupted in cheers and applause for the party's efforts, and Eddie's in leading them through the narrative. As everyone began to collect their things, gushing about the twists and turns of the adventure, you could feel your heart swelling with pride for your Valentine.
The drive home was longer than usual, Eddie's van gradually depositing each of the kid's on their doorstep, the air thick with speculation for the next campaign until it was only you and Eddie left. He seemed nervous about hearing your thoughts on the evening, filling the silence between you with a near endless stream of consciousness that wouldn't let you get a word in edgeways. As you finally pulled him through your front door, grateful to have the house to yourselves for the night, you silenced him with a kiss, his lips finally surrendering their monologue.
"Eddie!" You practically shouted, not leaving enough of a pause between words to let his self-conscious rambling begin again, "That was incredible! The way you set such a tense mood in the hobgoblin lair, the little jokes between the two goblin brothers, the twists, the turns, even the way you kept using the party's strength and spells and turning them against them..." As you spoke, completely focused on your review of the evening, Eddie settled his hands on your bum, lifting your legs around his waist so he could carry you to your room, eyes never leaving your face as you animatedly talked through his campaign. He knew you would be kind and have fun, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to watch and appreciate so closely, praising all the little details he'd spent weeks writing into the session, totally seeing the game he was playing and letting him know it worked. As he settled on the end of your bed, pulling you over his lap, your hands moved to cup his face, eyes staring deep into his as you concluded your sweet review, "I can so see why the kids all admire you as a DM so much now, you're amazing! I'm so proud of you!"
The last words caught in Eddie's throat, his eyes burning as he stared back at your beaming face. You were proud of him. And not for the reasons people were usually proud, like doing sports or school work or anything like that. You had seen him do the thing he loves to do, the thing people in this town were constantly looking down on, and you were proud of him for that. It wasn't something Eddie really expected to hear, and now to hear it from you, the partner that he loves, his forever Valentine, felt too good to be true. Reeling from your kind words, the usually talkative boy managed to breathe out,
"You really mean it." It wasn't a question, so much as a reassurance to himself that this was real, your enthusiastic nod finally lighting the fire under him he needed to pull you close to him, standing up with an excited laugh and switching your positions until you were lying on the bed with him leaning over you. "You really mean it!" He repeated, more enthusiastic this time as he peppered your face with kisses, heart spilling out of his chest. "You're proud of me, and I'm so proud of you, and I love you so much and you actually love me. And you're amazing, and wonderful, and kind, and too good to be true, except you are true and you're really dating me!" It wasn't unusual for Eddie to talk non-stop but watching him process your relationship live in front of your face had you in fits of laughter as his face formed an almost crazed smile. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too Eddie." You laughed, his eyes focused down on you as you spoke, attention completely undivided,
"And it's valentines day! And you look so fucking good (y/n)!" He almost sounded like he pleaded for something as he spoke, the warmth inside you growing as he body rested on top of yours.
"As long as you don't like my outfit too much to help me out of it," You teased, gently placing one of Eddie's hands on your thigh, just under the hem of your shorts. His eyes grew wide, smile even wider as he nodded in response to the unasked question that had hung over your last few sleepovers.
"Do you want to..?" Eddie trailed off, not wanting to assume anything, and more than anything wanting to hear your answer yourself.
"I want to have with sex with you Eddie Munson." you enunciated every syllable, looking deeply into his sweet brown eyes as you spoke, wanting to leave no doubt in his mind about your enthusiasm. Leaning forward until your lips just brushed against his, you asked softly, "do you want to have sex with me?"
It took every brain cell in Eddie's head to actually articulate a response to your question, blood leaving his brain in favour of other parts, "Literally more than anything in the world sweetheart." His gaze raked over your body before rising up to land on your smiling lips, diving greedily in for a kiss, releasing his inhibitions at the way the gravity of your body pulled him in. One arm propped him up over you, while his free hand softly brushed against your cheek, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before it began to journey down your side. Your fingers buried themselves in his soft locks, drawing circles on his scalp and earning a soft moan your lips happily swallowed. You squirmed at his gentle touch as his fingertips brushed down your side, pausing at the hem of shirt and tugging at it slightly in request. Putting your hands on his chest you leaned up slightly, pulling at the back of his shirt until he clawed it over his head, before removing your own to match. Eddie's mouth fell gently open as he stared down at your chest, displaying lacy underwear you had picked out especially for today.
"Jesus Christ gorgeous, you're trying to kill me." He choked out with an impish grin as you smiled back, softly outlining the tattoos on his chest with your fingertip.
"Well I wanted to look my best for you," You replied, tone feigning innocence as his face plunged to meet your chest, lips leaving a trail of kisses over the exposed skin while his fingers traced lightly over your nipples through the lace,
"If I knew you had this on all through Hellfire, I'd have had a dragon immediately kill everyone and got us home after five minutes." Eddie admitted, tone thick with frustration that he hadn't been able to spend the whole day wrapped up in you.
"Picking me over Dungeons and Dragons? It's a valentine's miracle, I must look good!" You laughed, back arching up to meet his touch as he worked over your chest methodically, ensuring no spot was left without his loving embrace.
"You have no fucking idea sweetheart, you look beautiful, perfect, otherworldly, " His compliments were each punctuated by a kiss trailing lower over your stomach until his face was settled at the hem of your shorts, glancing up for your encouragement. You held your lower lip between your teeth as you nodded, stomach stirring with anticipation as Eddie slowly slid your shorts down your hips, pulling them off your legs and stopping again to drink in the sight of your newly exposed skin, covered only by matching lace panties.
"How did I get this lucky?" Eddie breathed out to himself, genuinely captivated by the loving work of art before him, his heart fluttering in his chest as he pictured a lifetime of romantic nights like this together.
"Well if I had to put it down to one thing I reckon it would be your silver tongue, but your smile's a close second." You teased, watching his face light up with that same perfect smile that first had you falling for him. His eyes darkened with focus as he shifted between your legs, lifting your knees to allow him access to your inner thighs, planting wet kisses agonisingly close to your centre.
"You mean this silver tongue." He quipped, the content hums falling from your lips spurring him on. His knuckles dragged over your arching entrance as his mouth left mark after mark on your inner thigh, the sensation from the cold metal of his rings palpable through the thin lace fabric.
"Eddie," You whined, unsure if you were asking for anything or just praising the delicate way he handled you. He could feel his own throbbing excitement between his legs at the way you purred his name, needy for him, the way he always wanted you to feel. Slowly he hooked his fingers either side of your underwear, pulling them off of you so gradually your hips found themselves bucking up to meet his touch of their own accord. As he gazed hungrily at the now unobstructed view you swore you heard him whisper 'silver tongue' to himself again with a sly smile before his mouth found your entrance. His tongue licked broad stripes over your glistening folds as he watched your chest rise and fall at the incredible feeling, a hand firmly gripping each thigh to keep you pressed to him. His nose brushed gently over your clit as he worked, nuzzling the sensitive bud in a steady rhythm that had you crying out his name in a chorus of appreciation. His skilled tongue lapped at your juices, the vibrations from his own moans sending sparks through you, pressure forming in your stomach. Carefully wrapping one arm over your hips to keep you firmly fixed in place, his other hand brushed gently up the inside of thigh, the slightest touch making your legs tremble. Eddie watched intently as your head fell back against your pillow, back arched as his tongue darted deep inside your walls, desperate to taste every drop of you, a man possessed. As the twitching of your hips grew more erratic against his strong arm, his eyes stayed trained on your face as he slowly slipped one finger between your walls, his tongue now focused solely on your tingling clit.
"Fuck Eddie," you moaned out louder than below, head tilting up to watch his gleeful smirk against you as he worked. His hair was wilder than ever as he worked, eyes dark and never leaving their focal point on you, he was a sight to behold and even better to feel. "You feel so good," You managed to cry out as his finger curled inside you, the unrelenting attention of his tongue overwhelming your senses until your thighs shook on their own, a wave of release washing over you as your pleasure reached its climax. Eddie watched as your face contorted in bliss, the tremble of your legs around him making him wish he could spend every second of the rest of his life between your legs, making you cum as many times as you could handle, and then a few more just for him.
As you rode through your high, Eddie's fingers still brushing over your sensitive centre, you craved the feeling of more of him, desperate to be filled by the incredible man. Reaching down you took Eddie's face in your hands, pulling him up your body until his lips found yours, chin shiny with your own slick as his tongue explored your mouth. As you tried to wrap your arms around his waist he shook his head against your lips, interrupting the kiss with an enthusiastic,
"I think I should go back down for at least a few more hours my princess, maybe indefinitely," The happy glint in his eye as he spoke was followed by his hand trailing down your chest, settling between your legs again to play with your clit, relishing in the involuntary moan it drew from you. You smiled at his devotion to your pleasure, a fresh wave of heat stirring inside you at the thought of a day spent with Eddie between your legs, but you resolved to palming his now painfully aching erection through his jeans and licking your lips,
"We'll have to save that for another day Munson, for now I want. No, I need, something else from you." He groaned at your touch, his rutting to meet your hand, desperate for the feeling of friction. You made quick work of getting him out of his jeans and boxers until he was left completely exposed to you, really letting you appreciate just how gorgeous your boyfriend was,
"You really are beautiful Eddie." You stated sweetly, wrapping your hand around his manhood and rubbing once over the length of it, rendering him speechless before he could deny your praise. "The most gorgeous person I know. And the one who makes me feel the best." You continued to praise, working your thumb over his tip across the excitement beginning to leak out. Eddie tried to stifle his guttural groans as you spoke, not wanting to miss a word you said, but head absolutely spinning with the feel of your hand. With your free hand you pushed firmly on his shoulder, his thinking just clear enough to roll onto his back at your direction. Still stroking firmly over his length, you moved to straddle his legs, his eyes staring up at you in a wide mixture of disbelief and anticipation. You leant forward slowly, taking him between your lips and deep in your throat in one movement earning the loudest noise from Eddie's throat yet. Pulling yourself back up you pointed to the bedside table next to Eddie and instructed,
"Condoms are in the top drawer." He nodded eagerly, still looking a bit shell-shocked, but grinning wildly as he pulled out the small square packet, watching in awe as you took it from his hand. Unable to control the string of horny thoughts running through his mind as you slowly opened the wrapper, Eddie panted out, "Your mouth might just be the best thing I have ever felt," hips twitching in reaction to you carefully putting the protection in place.
"Thanks Eddie, how about this?" Your tone was thick with desire as you knelt above his length, sinking down until he was deep inside you. You let out a shared moan at the feeling of finally being this close, the intimacy of your bodies connecting overwhelming you both in the moment. As you adjusted to him you lifted back up, then slowly lowered yourself again, feeling every vein and twitch of his hard dick inside of you,
"You're an angel," Eddie cried out, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to control his desperate hips, fighting every nerve in his body to hold back his release. As you picked up the pace of your rolling hips you couldn't resist teasing the blissed-out punk,
"I thought you were a devil worshipper." A genuine smile spread across face as his eyes flicked open to find yours, laced with desire. Before you could react Eddie sat up, gripping your ass with both hands to keep you mounted on him, as he pulled you into his lap, legs wrapped around him. Using his hands to bounce you on his lap he chuckled darkly,
"I swear sweetheart, now I only worship you." His lips locking onto your neck as his hips bucked up into you. His movements were strong and sharp, sending pulses of ecstasy through your core, your head falling back as you moaned, only giving him more skin to abuse. He unclasped your bra with one hand, pulling it off your shoulders with care before tossing it aside, kissing below your earlobe as he whispered, "Please wear that for me again some time, it's almost as pretty as you." His soft words against his harsh thrusts melted you from the inside, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and almost tugging on his hair as he continued to pound into you. The room was filled with a chorus of your two names, the sweet tension building inside you both as your bodies worked in unison, lips barely still long enough to meet. The warm tight welcome of your entrance was unlike anything Eddie had ever felt before, and watching your expression shift as he drove himself into you had him struggling to fight back the pressure growing inside of him. As the coil in your core tightened your felt one of Eddie's firm hands leave your ass, brushing gently over each of your stiff nipples, shaking at the soft whimpers the contact drew from you. Continuing to trail down your body his hand landed at the place your bodies connected, two fingers gently strumming your overstimulated clit, keeping a steady rhythm like your moans were the sweet chord he could imagine playing. His fingers were sticky with your slick as they played between your legs, feeling your legs tighten around his waist as he moved,
"Eddie!" You cried out, the pleasure shooting through you from his touch and deep inside you, almost about to tell him it was too much, too intense a feeling, before the pressure in your core released, your whole body tensing as you reached your climax. The loud pants and the tremble of your soft folds around him had Eddie crashing over that cliff's edge with you, his hips bucking wildly inside you, only driving your apex to new heights. It felt like you were cumming for an eternity before you finally crashed against Eddie's chest, placing your hand over Eddie's, stilll working your sensitive bud, eager to please. Eddie's arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he lay down, resting his back on your now less than pristine bedding. He smiled softly down at your face as he traced his fingertip over your features, awestruck by your beauty in your blissful haze.
"You're so beautiful, sweetheart, especially like this." He breathed out quietly, breath still not fully returned, and taken away again by the soft smile you gave him in return.
"And you're incredible Eddie. At so many things, but especially at this." You joked, letting your lips land gently on his, almost swollen from the pressure of yours. "I love you Eddie." He stared deeply into your eyes as you spoke, overwhelmed by the sweet sincerity he saw when you said those words.
"I love you my valentine." Eddie had never been able to say that combination of words before, but after today, it was his favourite.
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