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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 5 months

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Would they peel an orange for you?

Yes, I saw the TikToks and thought about doing it before I remember I don't have boyfriend

Yes, unprompted

Thoma

There is approximately 30-40 minutes between the time Thoma gives ayato his evening tea and when ayaka needed to be escorted to town.

And like clockwork Thoma would be waiting for you under a tree in the residence, on a somewhat secluded corner with a tray with two tea cups and a little platter with cut up solsettias and oranges.

Even if one day you arrive early where he is still getting settled and just about to start peeling and ask to do it for him he just smiles but refuses with his head.

“ Don't worry about it! Why don't you drink the tea? It's a new blend that arrived today, though you would like it”

Childe ( he is used to peeling fruit for his sibling)

Itto ( hear me out, he hears a girl mention a novel where the main character gets fed apple slices while sick and how attentive that was and immediately starts a competition with nobody to prove himself the 'bestest' boyfriend ever"

Yes, if asked

Zhongli

He doesn't have the same nutritional needs as humans, where we would need variety of vegetables and fruits, grains and meat in his dragon form he only needs three cows every month, now as a human his metabolism had slowed significantly, even then it would be strange to only buy kilos of meat once a month and nothing else.

That is where you help him out, going to his house for diner and lunch to not let the good rot.

“ I saw green tangerine at the stall and decided to buy them” zhongli settles the fabric bag on the table “It reminded me of such a delectable tea I had a while ago, I guessed I would have my hand at it, it will take at most 10 years only”

“ Tea inside tangerines? It sounds nice. Do you think I can eat one, I never had one” he nods from the kitchen putting away a bag of rice and other things while he mumbles about only needing the skin “I don't really want to peel it though… Can you peel it for me?”

Zhongli looks at you, head slightly turned but he smiles as he answers “ as you wish” he walks to the table and grabs a knife, before skillfully cutting the skin and stabbing a wedge “open wide”

Kaveh

Kaveh might work as an architect, loving the flow and composition of his buildings, but that love extends further away to other areas of art, from painting to rug making to clothes, so when you ask him for help when remodeling your home ( you paying) he was on cloud nine.

Walking and haggling the price all around the grand bazaar from 7 am (he insisted all the good things arrived early) to 3 pm was expectedly tiring to your legs and to your head, seeing how happy kaveh was with a 20 mora discount. So when you two stopped at alhaitham’s house to leave some bags you threw yourself on the ergonomic couch that was on the living room.

“Oh, we didn't stop to drink anything all morning, do you want some water and…” you could hear him rummaging around the shared kitchen for something to offer “ … some oranges?”

You only sigh but nod, even if you knew he wouldn't see “ water is fine. I don't want to peel anything, I hate how the smell lingers on my fingers”

Kaveh brings a jug with cool water “ I can peel it for you if you want, I don't really mind”

“... Yes, please “

Diluc ( would ask a maid the first time but when they tell him what it means he starts peeling it himself)

Neuvillete (furina said it was something sweet between lovers and it stuck with him)

Wriothesley

Not really/ doesn't find the point:

Alhaitham

At breakfast he doesn't like to eat heavy, not wanting to dirty his kitchen before going to work and not having much appetite so early. Usually a warm cup of tea or coffee and a bit of fruit or bread.

Seeing as he was picking an apple from the bowl on the kitchen you ask him to pick you an orange to which he only nods and grabs you a knife.

Leaving it in front of you he sits on the contrary chair and bites through the apple and sips his tea.

“ I don't really want to peel it, though… maybe someone could do it for me” you look at him, hinting at him

“ Do you want an apple then? You don't have to peel it” he doesn't look up from the book on the table even as you sighs

Wanderer (rat man)

Kaeya ( does it because you asked him but doesn't find the point in asking him for such a small favor. Prefers showing love/care in other ways)

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hometoursandotherstuff · 7 months

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Check out this art-filled 2006 home in Greenwich, Connecticut. As they do, w/very expensive homes, they don't show much of it, but it's clear that this is the home of a VERY wealthy person and there's one room in particular I want you to see. 4bds, 3.5ba, $8.250M.

It's weird, isn't it? A huge, vast space that looks like a warehouse- such an industrial ceiling. Not really pretty, is it? Reminds me of a discount furniture warehouse.

Stainless steel kitchen looks like it was made from industrial salvage, doesn't it?

And, this is most definitely a warehouse. Is that art hanging? Area rugs?

This is the room I want you to see- looks like the whole house has the metal ceiling, but this looks like a dining room and a bar combined. Why is the liquor so high up? The rest are drinking glasses. Off this room is the coolest room ever, though-

How cool is this? It's an old elevator taken apart and reassembled here in the house as a small sitting room. Love it so much!

Fancy gated property.

The home has a beautiful pool.

The owner has art all over the grounds.

5.22 acres of gorgeous grounds with a waterfall and stream.

https://www.redfin.com/CT/Greenwich/908-Lake-Ave-06831/home/107021659

#mansions #houses #house tours #home tours

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Cabin Fever - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: You and Tommy are holed up in an isolated cabin during a blizzard, waiting out the storm and you find yourselves getting closer and admitting things

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: smut (p in v); fingering; fluffiness

Notes: I’m running out of Tommy icons/pictures 😭

Y/N’s POV

Tommy and I have been on patrol on all evening, having stumbled across a new building that needed to be cleared out and now, on our trek home is when the snow storm decides to make itself known. We had been riding for a few hours but the darker it gets and the heavier the snow falls it begins to get too dangerous to be out so we decide to find shelter in a small house we know is along this patrol route. It’s empty and safe enough to stay in for the night so we fight the wind that begins howling through the trees around us, making it even harder to hear anything, having to shout at each other despite riding side by side.

Our horses are struggling with the quickly deepening snow, their hooves sinking into the drifts with each step and I can feel Indiana’s muscles straining as he keeps trying to move forwards but it’s getting harder and harder and I don’t want to push them for too much longer. I can feel my fingers starting to numb from the cold, even through my padded gloves and my face is almost frozen, not sure if I still have a nose or not at this point. The worry of frostbite crosses my mind but I shake it off, seeing Tommy’s struggling just as much as I am and I’m starting to panic internally that we may not make it to the house at this rate.

There it is. Slowly rising into view and I think if I could feel my face enough I would actually cry with relief. The house is in an okay enough state, safe enough for us and so Tommy and I are discounting as we stop outside. Tommy smacks the ice from the garage area with the butt of his gun and I help him push the door up enough to get the horses in. They’re reluctant at first but with a little coaxing they’re inside, snickering and stamping their hooves in relief. Tommy makes quick work of securing the garage door again before we’re making our way into the house. I can feel my heart racing as we open the door from the garage to the kitchen, not knowing what’s inside.

We step into the kitchen, doing a quick sweep of the room with guns at the ready but there’s nothing and no-one here. The house is in pretty good condition, like it’s been frozen in time except for a few cobwebs and dust. I make my way through the kitchen, checking each room as I go and it’s really eerily quiet inside, the only sounds our footsteps and our breathing as we head to the kitchen.

The living room makes me feel nostalgic, the room being cozy and inviting with a fireplace and a plush rug covering the Harwood floor. A few pieces of well-worn furniture are arranged around the room and there’s a few personal touches like a vase of long dead and dried out flowers on the mantel as well as a few photographs hung on the walls. It's like the people who lived here were just ordinary folks, living out their lives until the outbreak changed everything. I can't help but wonder what happened to them, if they managed to survive or if they fell victim to the infected.

“Hey darlin’,” Tommy’s voice breaks me from my thoughts, “Come on, we need to check upstairs too.” He’s nodding toward the stairs and I nod back, following behind him with my gun raised and ready. The upstairs being a mirror of the first floor with a few bedrooms and a bathroom. We do a quick sweep of each room, checking under the beds and in the closets but there’s no sign of anyone except the beds are neatly made as if someone had just gotten up and left for work or school. It’s a haunting reminder of the lives that were interrupted by the outbreak.

As we head back downstairs, I can feel a sense of relief wash over me. The house is safe, and we have shelter from the storm. We'll be able to rest and regroup before we head back out into the wilderness. Tommy heads back to the garage to check on the horses, and I take a closer look around the house. It's a strange feeling, being in someone else's home like this. I feel like I'm intruding, but at the same time, I'm grateful for the warmth and shelter.

Making my way back to the living room, I can hear Tommy coming up behind me. He's smiling softly, both of us just relieved at finding shelter, ”Well, looks like we're safe for now," He says, clapping me on the back. "Let's hope the storm passes soon so we can get back to Jackson.” I nod, still taking in the coziness of the living room. It's strange, finding comfort in the midst of all the chaos and destruction, but for now, it's all we have.

Tommy’s nimble fingers undo my jacket for me and I can’t help but watch him move to hang it up on the coatrack as if we live here. The though of living in a house this quaint and beautiful with Tommy makes my heart race as it fuels my dreams of being in a relationship with Tommy. I have to shake my head, trying to push those thoughts aside as now is not the time for such distractions. We need to focus of surviving and getting back to Jackson in one piece in the morning so I move to sit next to Tommy on the sofa and he’s turning to face me, expression soft and open as he asks, “You okay darlin’?” That southern drawl heading straight between my legs despite how hard I try to ignore it.

“Y-yeah, fine.” I nod, looking at my hands and too scared I’ll give myself away if I meet his warm gaze but two calloused fingers are gripping my chin and I find myself getting lost in his dark eyes. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest when he smiles gently, thumb rubbing soothingly over my cheekbone.

His voice is low and a little husky when he speaks again, “You don’t have to hide anything from me, you know that right? Whatever’s on your mind, you can tell me.”

I’m swallowing thickly and I know he can feel it, my eyes flicking to his lips where his tongue has darted out to wet them before back up to meet his gaze again. There’s a tension in the air, something thick and sweet on my tongue as his mouth morphs into a knowing smile. For a moment, I forget where we are and what we're doing here. All I can focus on is the warmth of his hand on my face, the intensity in his eyes, and the way his voice is like honey in my ears. But then reality comes crashing back and I force myself to pull away from him, shaking my head and standing up abruptly.

"I'm fine, really," I say, trying to sound convincing even though my voice comes out shaky. "Just tired from the patrol and the storm. I think I'll get some rest.”

He’s reaching forwards and grabbing my wrist in his large and calloused hand, voice husky and full of want as he speaks, “Don’t lie to me sweet girl.” His voice barely above a whisper and it sent a shiver down my spine, body malleable in his grip as he pulls me back over to him. I find myself sliding onto his lap, knees planted each side of this thick thighs as he grips my chin again, his thumb running over my bottom lip as he searches my face for something. My breath hitches at the feel of the rough pad of his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, the heat between us almost palpable and I should be pulling away but something is drawing me back in. Tommy’s voice low and seductive, “You know you can trust me, right? Whatever it is that's bothering you, I'm here for you.”

The smug bastard, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. I’m just nodding, unable to find my voice and all I know is that I feel so safe and secure with Tommy and I don’t want this moment to end. I’m leaning forwards, lips hovering just inches from his and my heart beating so hard I can hear it rushing through my ears.

For a moment we stay like that, caught in the intensity of the moment, the heat between us almost unbearable, And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, our lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before, the warmth and sweetness of his mouth against mine setting every nerve in my body ablaze. Tommy’s hands slide up my back, pulling me closer to him while my own find their way into his curls, finger tangling in the soft locks. His tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss as his tongue traces my bottom lip, seeking entrance which I eagerly grant.

Outside, the storm continues to rage, the wind howling and the snow falling in flurries against the windows but it’s as if we’re in a world of our own, the only sounds of our heavy breathing and the wet sounds of out lips and tongues meeting over and over again.

Tommy’s hands then move from my back to cup my face, holding me gently as he pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but still keeping our faces close. Our eyes meet and I can see the desire and tenderness in his gaze, making me even more breathless than before, his name slipping from my lips barely audible but he hears it from the way his thumb runs over my cheek lovingly.

“I’ve got you.” He’s standing, hands moving to my thighs so he can move towards the stairs and I feel my mouth dries as I know what going upstairs means, “You’re safe with me sweet girl.” His whispered words soothe my anxiety as the stairs creak beneath his feet, every fibre in my body knowing I want this too just surprised how quickly it all is moving. As we ascend the stairs Tommy’s hands never leave my thighs, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I can feel his warmth against my body as he carries me effortlessly to one of the bedrooms, my heart fluttering with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

He’s laying me down on the surprisingly soft mattress, lips finding mine again as he scoots us up the bed so he can slot himself over me, hands moving from my thighs to my hips and squeezing almost possessively as he deepens the kiss, tongue exploring and drawing a small moan from me. His lips moving to trail hot and open mouthed kisses down my neck as his hands pop open the buttons on my jeans, fingers rubbing soothing circles into the newly exposed flesh as he mumbles sweet nothings into my neck, a gasp escaping me when I feel a rough pad graze over my aching clit, “I’ve got you sweet girl. I’ve got you.” The way he speaks sends shivers down my spine, knowing I really am safe with Tommy and he’d never do anything that would hurt me.

Tommy’s fingers move away from where I need him to tug at my jeans and panties, russet eyes finding mine with a questioning look and I’m raising my hips for him. He leans down to kiss me again, lips brushing mine, soft and tender at first before deepening into a passionate kiss. His tongue traces the outline of my lips, teasing and coaxing me to open my mouth for him and he swallows the sound I let our when his tongue brushes over mine, the passion building between us with each passing moment. The kiss is sensual and intense, making me lose all of sense of time and space, completely lost in the moment with him as his fingers slip through my folds and gathering arousal on his fingers. He kisses me a little harder, my hands tangling back in his hair as those two fingers gently push into me. My back arching and my walls immediately clenching around the foreign feeling and he’s pulling back enough to meet my gaze, murmuring sweetly, “Hey, hey, need you to relax for me sweet girl.”

His lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he marks it for all to see when we get back to Jackson and his other hand is rubbing my hip soothingly as my body slowly begins to relax into the feeling. The curl of his fingers and the pad of his thumb rolling a tight circle of my clit has me slamming and hand over my mouth to muffle my pleasured sound but he’s prying my hands away, cooing, “No, no, I want to hear you baby. Let me hear you.”

“T-Tommy,” I’m gasping out, that coil in my stomach already ready to snap at a the sweet praise falling from his lips and he can feel how close I am in the way I’m beginning to flutter around his thick fingers. It’s like I’m climbing to the top of a rollercoaster, tipping on the precipice of bliss as my thighs slam shut around his arm and his thumb speeds up their circles against my hard nub, “Tommy!” His name falls from my lips in a moan as I ride the wave of bliss, my mind blank of anything other than Tommy and the thought of if this is what his hand does to me what will his dick do to me.

Tommy’s lips find mine, moving leisurely, thumb caressing my cheek as he removes his fingers and wipes them on the bedspread before they move to unbutton my shirt. He groans into my neck when he realises I don’t have a bra on, all of mine were dirty and I didn’t expect to get stuck in a snow storm so I risked it, knowing Joel would have my clothes washed for when I get back. The way Tommy’s looking at me makes me think it was a fucking great idea not to wear a bra as he’s got this hungry look in his eyes before he’s diving down to capture a nipple between my lips. My back arching into the feeling and my hands tighten their grip on his hair, drawing a delicious sound from him before he’s pulling back.

“You want this?” He’s asking softly, pupils blown out wide but voice serious and open, waiting for me to respond before he does anything else.

“Never been surer of anything,” I choke out, an intense rush of emotions flooding through me, “Fuck Tom, liked you for ages.”

“Ages huh?” He teases lightly, before moving away from me, leaving me feeling so bare and exposed as he yanks his shirt over his head and hands fumble at his belt, drawing a small laugh from me. He’s wanted this as much as I have, and it draws a heavy feeling of relief through me as he really does-

Fuck. He’s beautiful. His sculptured sun kissed chest glistening with a light sheen of sweat, face flushed and lips parted, freckles all over his skin and not just his face. My eyes drifting further south, following the trail of coarse black curls to where he’s fully erect, the head red and angry and leaking precum. My mouth waters at the sight, heart racing a little as he definitely not small and he’s very girthy, knowing he’s going to split me open no matter how much preparation he gives me.

Tommy’s moving back towards me, pressing kisses up my legs and thighs, stopping to suck bright purple marks into the skin before he trails his lips further and further north until he’s hovering over me. His left hand finds mine and intertwining our fingers by my head as he lines himself up, sliding the head through my folds and catching my clit, drawing gasps of pleasure from me before he’s capturing me in a breathtaking kiss as he begins to slowly slide himself into my aching heat. His head falls into the crook of his neck as he stops a few inches in, thumb finding my clit again to get me to relax into it as I was right, he’s splitting me open, whispered praise making me roll my hips and taking him in a little more before he takes the plunge and buries himself to the hilt.

I’m crying out, my back arching and eyes slamming shut at the slight uncomfortableness of it. His breath is hot against my neck as he murmurs in my ear, “Fuck darlin’, so fucking tight. Shit, it’s okay, I’ve got you. I-I… fuuucckkkk, shit, I’ve got you sweet girl.” His arms wrap around my back, pulling me up with him as he sits back on his heels, my legs wrapped around his hips. My chest is pressed against his, feeling his heart beating just as fast as mine as he lifts me until only the tip is inside then, almost too quickly, he’s pulling me back down, drawing a sharp gasp from me, “You’re so beautiful, fuck sweet girl.” His lips find my collar bone as he thrust up with every pull down, setting a pace that is somehow brutal yet oh so tender. One of his hands is wrapped around my waist while the other moves to grip my hair, pulling me into a dirty kiss, his hips canting upwards and pulling even deeper than I thought possible. This new angle hitting that sweet spot that has me seeing stars and dragging my body down with every thrust, capturing my cries and moans with filthy kisses that has the heat pooling and my stomach tightening as I’m teetering over the precipice of pleasure again.

With each thrust I feel more and more connected to him, more alive and more in tune with my own body. I feel like I’m floating, all my worries and fears melted away with the feel of his scorching skin against mine, letting me completely surrender myself to him. My nails scratch down his back as my thighs clamp around his hips and my heels dig into the small of his back as it feels like an elastic snaps. I’m coming so hard my vision whites out and my head flies back, Tommy’s name falling from my lips like a prayer, body trying to move away from him at the suddenness of the overstimulation but his large hands are holding me in place. The grip on my delicate skin tight enough to promise bruises in the morning. Tommy’s biting at my shoulder, grunting as his hips stutter and he’s laying me back on the bed as his hips sitter once more before he slams into my almost painfully. It’s a beautiful kind of pain when his face falls slack, lips parting with a guttural moan of my name as he tries to keep his eyes open to see me spread out below him. The look in his eyes makes me feel so loved and wanted and promises me that this isn’t just sex to him but something more.

“Fuck sweet girl.” Tommy practically collapses on top of me, face nuzzled in the crook of my neck and the wind and snow pelting the windows the only sounds in the room other than our panted breaths, “I never want to leave you. Fuck, be my girl? Let me parade you around town, let everyone know you’re mine.”

“Please.” I practically beg, feeling him smile against the skin of my neck before he’s pressing a sweet kiss there, my body beginning to ache and my eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second. As we lay there in each other’s arms, my heart feels full and my body feels sated. The intensity of the moment has left me feeling emotionally raw, but also strangely content. I feel a sense of connection with Tommy that I’ve never felt before, and the way he holds me makes me feel safe and loved. The storm outside slowly beginning to calm down, and the only sound is the gentle rustle of the blankets as Tommy rearranges us so we’re covered and we hold each other close. I close my eyes and let myself drift off, feeling grateful for this moment and hearing three words I never expected to hear from Tommy so soon.

“I love you so much sweet girl.” His lips brushing my forehead before he’s pulling me even closer, “I’ll be right here no matter what.”

As I drift off to sleep in Tommy’s arms, I can feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the intensity of the moment we shared. I never expected to find love in such a chaotic time, but Tommy has shown me that even in the darkest of moments, there can be light and warmth. As I drift off into a peaceful slumber, I know that no matter what the future holds, I have found someone who will always be there for me, and that thought fills me with a sense of hope and happiness.

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lockwood-metaphysical · 2 years

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I'm vending at Twin Cities Pagan Pride!

When: Saturday September 10th, 10am-6pm Where: Minneapolis, MN

Excited to announce my first event, the Twin Cities Pagan Pride Fall Festival! I'll have a booth set up featuring my goods and then some!

My booth will include:

A display of one of my large area rugs for you to look at and get a sense of the quality.

A physical catalog to browse through and order from. Purchases made at the booth will receive a special discount.

Examples of my two most popular goods: The Shapeshifter's Helm of Awe Tee and the Mjolnir Camping Mug.

Prayer beads for sale!

Tarot readings (potentially).

A small, free-to-use Heathen ritual space.

Additionally, you're more than welcome to stop by to just pick my brain pertaining to all things heathen! I also run Skald's Keep, a free educational website on Norse Heathenry, and your patronage helps support my work.

You can find my booth near the music stage!

This is a FREE, outdoor, all-ages event with music, workshops, vendors galore, and a full-service café that sells snacks, meals, and beverages (both alcoholic and non-alcoholic)! All you have to do is show up.

Keep an eye out for my table banner, which has the store name, "Lockwood Metaphysical," on it!

Looking forward to seeing you all! :D

#events #pagan pride

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rugsourcenc · 8 months

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dapurinthos · 7 months

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the important purchases:

an olive tree for me! so i can start working on my 'abandoned greek temple' area again. i've also been collecting olive branches from michael's by flagrantly abusing the 'get 40% off one item' coupon, putting in one order for a single branch online, and then purchasing a single branch in store, getting 40% off of that one, and then picking up my order. two orders, two branches, two discounts.

migraine glasses! which they make now, apparently. with the option of getting the lenses 80% tinted. they're a special lens type that's meant to filter out fluorescence &tc and be helpful for light sensitivity.

a rug! it's pretty and blue and white and makes me think of majolica tiles

the clone wars lightsaber fighting wii game! obviously the most important, in terms of entertainment value. and value-value because it was only 5$ bless you amazon seller.

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greendecoreusa · 11 months

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Secrets

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: spoilers for season 4 of stranger things, secret relationship

Author’s Note: im really happy with how this turned out !! i hope you enjoy love <3

Requested: by anon, omgomgomgomg!! so happy requests are open!! ok so i’d like to request eddie munson x reader where reader is like super girly and preppy, his total opposite and they’re in a secret relationship. sneaking around, having little rendezvous in empty corridors or the d&d room when no one is there. but when shit hits the fan and ed’s on the run she goes to dustin and them for help finding him and they’re surprised about the relationship or something (sorry i didn’t really know how to like wrap it up at the end lol but i hope it makes sense) ☺️☺️☺️

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

No one expected Eddie Munson to actually be in a relationship in his technical last year of high school. He had been here longer than almost any of the other students but he still acted like he was that 17 year old kid you had passed by in the halls every once in a while. You were both seniors now and he knew all the teachers by their first names. He had taken so many classes that you were starting to think he could teach them.

So it surprised you when you were paired together in one class and you just utterly fell head over heels for each other. It was easy at first, giggles over class notes and little pictures drawn over the lined paper. But then you were ignoring the assignments all together, something that Eddie was no stranger to. He preferred to just talk to you about your life anyway. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable.

So when you started to make out under the bleachers, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to either of you. You had decided to keep your relationship a secret. You were just in such different crowds, it made sense to keep it on the down low for the time being. At least until you could figure out how much you really liked each other.

“There are a lot of numbers on this dice,” you said, tossing it up into the air. You were sitting on the rug of his trailer. You were still wearing your school clothes, some of the school colors for spirit week. You even had your hair up and some glitter over your eyelids for extra effect. You had some girl friends help you out in the bathroom that morning.

“That’s the whole point sweetheart,” Eddie said, going through the cupboards absentmindedly. “Can’t do much with just a six die.” He had some other papers out from his campaign. You had never actually seen him in action. Just afterwards when you would sneak off into the corner of a dark secluded room and explore each other for a bit.

“Hey, you could count to six!”

“You’re so cute.” He turned around on his heels, leaning against the counter now. “I do not know where I put the stuff for Chrissy.” You had actually suggested Eddie to Chrissy when you realized she was having some trouble sleeping in class one afternoon. You’ve been mutual friends with her for a couple years. You knew whatever Eddie gave her wouldn't be dangerous.

“It’s around here somewhere. You want me to help?”

“No, it’s okay. You gotta go anyway, she’ll be here soon.” You nodded, standing up. You put his dice back where you had found it. He met you in the middle of the room to give you a fairly passionate kiss. He walked the fine line of leaving you longing and never leaving you unsatisfied. “Drive safe hm.” His lips were still against yours as he said it. You smiled, nodding, nudging his forehead with yours.

“Give her a discount. If you find the stuff.” “I am a gentleman above all else.” You rolled your eyes and let him slip through your fingers.

“See you tomorrow!”

“See you then.”

You woke up the next morning and the news was the first thing you comprehended. A high school student had died the night before of mysterious circumstances. And the area of the crime was where you were last night.

Eddie’s trailer.

You drove out there first, skipping your very first day of school. You thought about how Eddie would be proud of you skipping. He had been trying to get you to do it for ages. But the police wouldn’t let you inside and Eddie’s uncle told you he had no idea where he was. You went to the school, though you knew he wasn’t there.

You went to where he and the band practiced but they hadn’t seen him. You went to the last place you could think of; Dustin Hendersons.

Ms. Henderson opened the door, a gentle smile on her face.

“Oh my goodness! Who are you? You’re not here for Dusty are you?” You smiled sheepishly, shaking your head.

“No, no. I was wondering if he was here though. I’m looking for my boyfriend, Eddie Munson.” Just as you finished saying it, Dustin came up from behind his mom.

“You know where Eddie is?”

“No I was hoping he was here,” you said honestly.

“Wait, did you say boyfriend? You and Eddie are dating?” You sheepishly nodded. It was as good a time as any to come out to the guys now. You just wanted to know if he was okay.

“Yeah.”

“How long?” Dustin seemed half appalled, half amazed.

“Couple weeks. Since the-”

“Pep assembly! I knew those weren’t bruises on his neck!”

“Dusty!” his mom chastised. You flushed, embarrassed.

“So you don’t know where he is?” Dustin shook his head.

“I was about to go looking for him. I just got a call from Max, saying he was with Chrissy last night.” You nodded, swallowing hard.

“I know.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Max. You wanna check some other haunts and get back to us? I think we’re gonna go to Family Video and recruit Steve.” “Harrington?”

“Yeah.” You smiled softly.

“Okay. I’ll get back to you if I find him.” You and he left, both of you waving halfheartedly at Ms. Henderson.

Eventually you found yourself at his dealer's place. You should have thought of that first but you had been so preoccupied with wondering what the hell happened, your mind was too scattered to think straight. You opened the boat door up when you noted no one was there. You were really hoping not to run into any kind of unfamiliar druggies in here.

Running into Eddie was ideal though.

You knocked on the wall.

“Eddie?” you whispered. “It’s-”

Eddie jumped up out of the rowboat, tossing the cover off him. You screamed, almost falling backwards. He screamed in response, causing both of you to clutch your chests.

“What the hell Eddie?!”

“I’m so sorry! I was so excited to see it was you!” He stumbled out of the boat, tripping over the side and then almost tripping over the dock. He threw his arms around you, breathing evenly for the first time in 24 hours. “Oh my fuck,” he whispered. “You will not believe the night I had.”

“Dustin is looking for you. Everyone is looking for you, Eds.”

“And only you found me. That’s my girl,” he said against your hair. He held you tighter, determined not to let you go for the rest of time.

“Tell me what happened.”

“You’ll need to sit down for that one.” He didn’t let you go. “Can I just…hold you for a second.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” You held him back, burying your face into his hair. He smelled of sweat and cologne.

“Thanks,” he whispered. He sounded so much like a child. You let him stay there for as long as he needed.

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((Hi! Sorry about the absence, I'm trying to adjust to a new work schedule and I've been very tired.

Essentially, because I'm just subbing in at the school wherever they need me (and they haven't really needed teachers, unfortunately), I've basically been following a schedule of: Go in at 10:20am to help in the cafeteria until 1:15pm (technically work doesn't start until 10:45, but I get there early and eat lunch with the girls in the middle school ^^;). Come home for about an hour, then leave again to work custodial from 3-7 (or sometimes 8 or 9, though technically we could work until 11 if they asked and we wanted to). Mind you, there are no breaks with either job AND they're both very hectic, especially because the school is doing a TON of construction work, which means having to run back and forth from the middle school to the high school through the whole first shift trying to get dishes done and food taken back and blah blah blah. Then, for custodial, they pair my sister and I up to try to clean a whole section in the 4 or so hours we're there (which is usually in the elementary and includes: 15 or so classrooms (each with their own bathroom and a section that needs to be vacuumed as well as a section that needs to be swept/mopped), 3 bathrooms (not counting the ones in the classrooms- these are ones in the halls), 3 offices (one has two rooms, one has 4 rooms, and the other is the main office so it has- not counting the main entry way once you go in the door, the two short halls, the copier area, or the mail area because those aren't behind separate doors- 7 personal offices (each about the size of my bedroom) a kitchen area, and a bathroom), and the elementary gym and elementary cafeteria. Then you have to sweep the halls (there are 4 in the section we usually get), vacuum the 4 rugs by the doors to outside, and mop the edges of each of the halls. So... it's a lot to do in just 4 hours, even for 2 people, and there's essentially no down time, like I said, in EITHER of those jobs. So it's basically, aside from an hour or so in between from when we get home around 1:30 to when we have to leave around 2:30 (assuming we don't get home late from the first job, which we usually do) just... running from 10:45 in the morning to 7 or later at night. We also never finished unpacking because we've been sick off and on since November (more so sick than not tbh). I know plenty of ya'll have much more hectic schedules, I'm sure! So please don't think I'm trying to discount that! I just... am very much worn out while I'm trying to adjust to all of this. It's gonna take a bit. But at least they're paying us better here than at our last jobs, so that's good!

Anyway- just wanted to explain that things still aren't settled from when we moved in November, everything has been a big adjustment and we're still working through it all. Hopefully things will get a bit more settled soon and I can be back around slightly more steadily, at least, but I don't want to make any promises just yet for obvious reasons ^^; I'm just gonna do what I can when I can without overwhelming myself or making this feel like another job to tend to. I do very much miss writing, though...

I love ya'll and I hope you're doing alright <3 Take care and try to get rest when ya can! <3))

#ooc.#((Feel free to ignore I'm just RAMBLING.#But really- I didn't know all this was going to be so exhausting. And yet here we are ^^;))#((And technically I don't HAVE to come in for any of these jobs- that's the beauty of subbing.#But financially- I'm just taking whatever I'm offered because there may come a point #where I don't get as many hours and I gotta be prepared for that possibility ^^;))#((Got a 3 day weekend right now though!))#((Also also- I'm tired but I want you all to know that this isn't really meant to be complaining #the jobs are both actually pretty decent and the people are good! I like it a LOT more than retail!#It's just a lot to adjust to is all ^^;))

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faerielandtrolls · 1 year

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👽💅🍳🎭🧿♦️🔱🃏🔥 Shrane

Answers under the readmore because it's gonna be a long one uvu

👽- What is your stance on aliens? Should they be treated just like mutants?

W-well I haven't personally... ever seen an alien of any sort but--- I-I guess... I guess perhaps I'd li-like to treat them just like... well just like anyone else? I-I'd have to ask a superior really... w-what my stance on them should be...

===> He shifts uncomfortably at the question, avoiding eye contact.

💅- Do you have time or resources for self care or small luxuries?

Most all of my time is allocated to my duties in some capacity... E-except for leave which... well I ha-haven't taken leave in awhile... Would my succulents count... would they count as luxuries? If they--- if they do then I suppose I do have the resources for those! O-of course the ones I Have don't require a whole lot of time to care for on purpose...

🍳- What sort of cuisine do you normally eat? Are you openly okay with items labelled only as grubsauce or grubloaf?

Maybe it's ironic... I d-don't actually eat that well myself. I tend to take meals much later than others on my crew, between other duties I carry out so I only have time to eat protein bars, or ready-made meals that can be easily heated and eaten on the go. As for g-grubsauce and grubloaf.... I try not to think ab out it.

🎭- How do you access entertainment? What is available to you to do for fun?

==> There is a quiet laugh, before he pauses.

Oh! This... this was a serious question. My deepest apologies.... T-there are some recreational areas available on the ship but I rarely check them out... P-perhaps I should but--- I always worry about being seen slacking off. I am grateful for the position I've been given a-and don't want to seem as if I am not taking my duties seriously.

O-on leave sometimes I will go to movies! There are some theaters which give small discounts to fleet members, which I am grateful for!

🧿- Do you believe in horrorterrors? Or do you believe they're just scary stories?

Yes. Y-yes I believe in them... I-I would not like to think about them too hard actually. T-thinking about them too long gives me the heebie jeebies.

♦️- Do you think it's dangerous for lowvbloods to be pale with highbloods?

I think...

==> He pauses to consider his words carefully

I think any relationship between lowbloods and highbloods can come with certain dangers. A-although... Don't tell anyone I said it but... Maybe that... Maybe that makes it a little exciting?

🔱- How different do you think Alternia would be if the planet wasnt ruled as a tyranny? Would it be better or worse?

.....

I would prefer not to comment on this subject.

🃏- What are your thoughts on organized religion?

I am not a par-part of it, however I have no negative thoughts! If someone b-believes in something then... then I am supportive of them! I-I imagine this is mostly asking about the religion surrounding the Clown Church?

Again I am not a believer, however I do find--- I find the little I do know to be interesting, a-and many of the members of the church that I have met are fascinating i-in a mildly scary way? I find the paint to be rather beautiful oftentimes although I-I'm not sure if it's okay to comment on it? Goodness is it okay to mention if you're an outsider? Oh gosh I'd hate to be rude about it! Golly...

🔥- Have you ever done something (outside of murder) that most likely should be considered a criminal act, but either wasn't or was just swept under the rug due to your status?

...

My past has been stricken from the record officially. However... When I was young I ran away from the fleet colony that ow--- That I was raised in. I have made penance for it.

===> He wonders, however, if his not being a battery could be considered criminal... But his boss had vouched for him as a chef! So surely it was okay.....

#Shrane Answers #Asks Answered #About Shrane #dilftrolls #answering this at 1am lmao #I didn't just wake up and then immediately open up my computer to answer these because I couldn't sleep

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