#high school is driving me NUTS let me OUT of here

[whoslai]

seventy two hours - l. heeseung 📓🧑🏻‍🎓

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↣ lee heeseung x fem!reader (both are 18)

↣ it’s the summer after high school; heeseung has been in love with his childhood friend, y/n. despite his efforts to make her see how he feels, she remains oblivious. with only three days left before they both go off to college, he must find a way to win her heart before it's too late. will he succeed, or will he have to let go of his love and move on?

↣ warnings: MDNI! making out, cunnilingus, fingering, jerking off, voyeurism, unprotected sex, overstimulation, love confessions, creampie, explicit sex, teasing, dirty talk, body marking, & more.

↣ genre: fluff, angst, smut, slice of life au

↣ wc: 4.1k

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“lee heeseung,” you called, poking your head out of your window to look down at the sweaty boy who just so happened to live next door to you. he’d been bouncing a basketball in his driveway all night and it was driving you nuts!

to your incredulity, heeseung cocked his head to look up at you, smiling from ear to ear as he saw you. “y/n.” he sighed, holding his basketball to his chest. “have you been standing there the whole time?”

“no! unlike you, i’m trying to get some sleep. it’s 2 in the morning and you’ve been bouncing that ball since 7.” you whined, leaning against the window seal as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

“oh? so you’re keeping track of how long i’ve been out here..?” he smugly remarked, dropping the ball into his yard as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “do i interest you that much, y/n?”

“heeseung.” you glared at him, “please let me sleep.”

he smiled, “you should come out here with me. i can show you how to shoot a 3 pointer.”

shaking your head, you closed your window. you huffed as you laid back in your bed, tiredly sighing as you heard him pick his ball up and bounce it against the pavement again. another day, another night spent trying to drown out heeseung.

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your next few days were spent dorm shopping with your mother; you’d been accepted into northwestern university to study journalism on a full scholarship. you truly were excited to start a new chapter of your life and explore yourself and the environment around you.

you’d be even happier if you didn’t have a little baby whining in your ear every day about the fact that you were moving across the country. of course, living next to heeseung meant you two were very close, almost too close. it got to the point of him being immensely comfortable with complaining about how it was “odd” if you to look forward to moving away from everyone you’ve ever known.

while yes, moving from a small town in virginia to a larger city in illinois would take some time getting used to, but that didn’t mean it would justify you being fearful. what was there to be afraid of? people move all the time, it wasn’t as though you’d be the first person to leave family for college. heeseung was just being dramatic, per usual.

“you really should just stay here, i don’t see why you can’t just go to school online.” heeseung shrugged, holding his knees to his chest as he sat on your bed, watching you take down the polaroids of you and friends from your walk to pack away for your dorm.

you smiled, shaking your head at him. “heeseung, you’re acting like i’m not going to come back on breaks. it’s not my fault you chose to stay here for college.”

“you’re right, i DID choose to stay here. wanna know why?” he asked.

you propped your hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow at him. “i know you want to tell me, so just go ahead and say it.”

“because…” he trailed off, anxiously biting his lip as he began again. “because everything i’ll ever need is here, virginia is my home; our home. why would you leave all this behind when everything you need is right here?”

you shrugged, “i don’t see what’s here in virginia that i can’t find in illinois. my parents plan to travel while i’m gone so there’s not much keeping me here.”

heeseung pouted. “ouch.”

“aw.” you laughed, “you know im going to miss you when i leave. how could i forget you and that stupid basketball you keep me awake with…”

heeseung smiled a bit, but you could tell there was some sadness behind it. “maybe we could play together?”

“hmmm…” you hummed. “we could, but i’d rather do something else. why don’t we do like a sleepover and binge on a bunch of movies? pull an all nighter or something.”

“a sleepover?” heeseung asked, sitting up and licking his lips. “as in…like me sleeping over here or…you sleeping at my house?”

“either. it doesn’t matter to me.” you smiled, grabbing some tape to close the box of pictures and placed it to the side. “but, you and i both know how strict my mom is about you being over. she would make you sleep on the couch downstairs.”

he slowly nodded, “true…”

“so we should probably just go to your place, yeah?” you asked him, glancing back at him. “i’m assuming you want me in the same bed as you, so we’re better off just doing it over at yours.”

he scoffed, “what?! who says i want you to sleep in my bed?”

“me.” you smiled, tossing the box off to the side. “like helloooo, look at me. who wouldn’t want me to sleep in their bed?”

heeseung married his eyes at you. “you are so…”

“i’m kidding~” you laughed, taking a seat at your desk. “i’d only get in your bed anyway.”

“wait really?” heeseung asked you, his ears perking up. “why only mine?”

“because you’re my bestie. now, go clean your room. i’ll be over in a few hours.” you told him, spinning around to organize the papers on your desk.

he laughed a bit before kicking the back of your seat as he made his way out.

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a few hours after heeseung had left, you’d found yourself drying your hair after taking a quick shower. you slipped on some shorts and a tee whilst grabbing your bag full of sleepover essentials.

making your way over to his house, you caught sight of his bedroom light being on and reflecting a shadow; a figure all too similar to his own. squinting your eyes up at him, you began to make sense of what you were seeing.

he stood near the window, head lowered while his arm appeared to repeatedly move in a swift motion….was he jerking off?

your heart skipped a beat when his head fell back and you looked down at the ground, contemplating whether or not you could simply walk in and face him after watching his shadow through his bedroom window.

biting your lip, you slowly turned to walk back to your house, his front door opened.

“y/n!!” his mothers voice rang in your ears from behind. you quickly turned back, being met by his mother waving for you to come. “i saw you standing out here! come on in, heeseung told me you were sleeping over…?”

you nodded, walking over to her. “um yeah! that’s um…that’s the plan.”

she closed the door behind you as you stepped in and slipped your shoes off. “well, that’s cute. i’m happy to see you two spend more and more time together, especially with you leaving in a few days.” she sighed, clasping her hands together. “i’ve always adored your friendship.”

“ahhh..” you smiled, nodding your head. “yeah, just a few more days.”

she frowned, “we’re all going to miss you very much!”

“i’ll come back and visit!” you exclaimed. she smiled, patting your shoulder as she signaled for the stairs.

“heeseung is up in his room. i’m not quite sure what he’s doing but he’s expecting you so just feel free to knock. i’ve got food in the kitchen and his father is down in the basement. if you guys need anything, just let me know. okay?”

“yes ma’am, and thank you!” you nodded at her, hurrying up the stairs.

as you stood in front of his closed bedroom door, you inhaled a deep breath, nervous to step in.

after standing there for a while, you brought your hand up to the door and knocked. “hey, heeseung. it’s me.”

you waited a while, hearing him reply, “kay, one sec…”

you rested your back against the wall opposite of his door, placing your hand over your chest as your heart rate began to increase. you wondered if you truly saw what you thought you saw outside or if you were just reading the situation wrong. you wondered if he was done shooting his hot load onto the nearest surface. you wondered if his cock was still twitching in his hand as he helped himself ride out his high by teasing his tip or even continuing to stroke his shaft.

“hey,” he said as he greeted you. his hair was damp and his shirt hung low off his collar bone, exposing some of his chest.

“took you long enough.” you scoffed, brushing past him as you attempted to play it cool, not wanting him to suspect anything.

he closed the door behind you and you sat on his bed, tossing your bag on the ground as you laid back and took your phone out.

“i didn’t prepare anything.” he said, “i’ve been laying in bed since i left your house.”

you looked at him as he sat beside you, awkwardly bringing his knees to his chest. “are you sure about that?”

“sure about what? laying in bed…?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded, “surely you haven’t been in bed for the past 5 hours.”

“i mean, for the most part.” he shrugged. “what does it matter?”

“it doesn’t…i was just being nosey.” you said, looking away from him and sighing. “it’s hot in here.”

“it’s like 70 degrees…” he trailed off.

you sat up quickly, facing him. “we should play a game, you down?”

“yeah.” he said, “go for it.”

you smiled, “truth or dare?”

he rolled his eyes and leaned back against his wall. “truth.”

“is it true that you’re going to be a big cry baby and have a tantrum on my last day here?” you teased, pushing him.

“bold of you to assume i’m even going to your send off.” he scoffed.

your smile fell, “wait, you aren’t coming?”

“if i go, i’ll miss you too much while you’re gone.” he pouted.

you smiled again, “awwww…stop flirting with me.”

he shrugged, “truth or dare?”

“dare, of course.” you said. “give me the best you’ve got.”

his eyes glanced to the side, then back at you. “mmm, i dare you to tell me one of your biggest fears.”

you flared your nose. “that’s the lamest dare. that’s all you could come up with? make it fun!”

“i don’t know…um…do a handstand or something.” he shrugged once again.

you titled your head to the side, shifting your hips on his bed. “are you okay?”

“uh..why?” he asked you. it was obvious that something was off with him, anybody who knew heeseung could tell that his body language was different than his normal; he was being awkward and he wasn’t talking as much as he usually did. the fact that he wasn’t even making an effort to flirt with you in the grossest ways possible was throwing you off.

not to say you LIKED being flirted with but…come on, you kind of missed it.

“you’re being so weird.” you told him, glancing down at his shirt again.

he sighed. “i’m a bit tired, that’s all.”

you were quiet for a bit. was he tired from cumming a few minutes before? could his orgasm have been so intense that it made him groggy? reserved?

“truth or dare?” you asked him, your eyes fixated on your own. you wanted to know why he picked right before you came over to touch himself. why he’d do it right in front of his window, and most of all, why he was trying to pretend like he wasn’t just making a mess in his room before you came?

“truth.” he said.

“what are you tired from?” you asked him, intensely gazing into his eyes.

he smiled a little, “basketball practice this morning. just the usual.”

“that’s all?” you asked him once again, feeling a bit antsy from the smile that was plastered on his face.

“is there something else you’re thinking i did?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

your tongue slid over your lower lip, feeling a wave of heat fall over your head. “i…”

his eyebrow raised. “you..?”

“i saw you.” you admitted, feeling your once assertive demeanor fade into a timid one.

he bit his lip, attempting to hold back his smile from growing wider. as his eyes trailed down, he leaned his head back against the wall. “saw me doing what?” you looked away from him, reaching back to grab your phone but his hand grabbed your arm. “no, say it. don’t start something if you can’t finish it…”

“dude, i didn’t see anything. i don’t know what i’m talking about.” you told him, pulling your arm away from him and crossing your legs, hoping that he didn’t the arousal that was seeping through your gray shorts.

he stood up, walking over to his window and opening the curtains. “saw me standing here earlier, right?”

you ignored him, staring down at your phone and scrolled through your instagram. before you realized it, heeseung was standing in front of you. he slid his index finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “saw me hand fucking myself, yeah?”

you slowly nodded, entranced at his intense eye contact.

“ah ah ah,” he tsked in a disapproving manner. “use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“yes..” you whispered, feeling small underneath his gaze.

“there you go,” he cooed. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“no. i just…why did you do that…right in front of your window? right before i came over?” you asked him.

“why do you think?” he asked, sighing. “isn’t it obvious?”

“no?” you replied, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he dropped his hand to his side. “y/n, i like you. i’ve liked you since you moved next door to me.” he admitted, breaking eye contact to look down at your phone that still rested in your hand. “i couldn’t go a whole night stuck in my room with you with a straight face. it would’ve been harder than you think.”

“you like me?” you asked him, shocked.

“you’re so oblivious, i swear..” he scoffed, walking away from you and closed his curtains. “anyway, it’s not like it matters now anyway. you’re leaving in a few days.”

you scooted forwards a bit, “w-why would you just now tell me? i had no idea, heeseung. you couldn’t have told me like…freaking years ago?!”

“i told you because i wouldn’t have to face you when you rejected me. duh.” he weakly laughed, turning away from you and shuffling through some of his clothing.

you held onto the sheets underneath you, feeling completely at a loss at his words.

“i wouldn’t reject you, heeseung.” you told him.

“yeah you would, no need to lie about it.” he shrugged. “i’ve already coke to terms with it, it’s over with.”

tears began to pool in your eyes. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your best friend, neighbor, childhood crush was admitting his feelings to you 72 hours before you moved across the country. “heeseung, i…”

“you don’t have to let me down lightly, y/n. it’s cool, don’t worry.” he sighed, sitting down back beside you as he rubbed his arms. “are you hungry? there’s some f-“

you cut him off with a kiss, holding his face against your own. he was stiff at first, shocked. but soon, he kissed you back and pulled you onto his lap. his hands roamed over your curves, from your waist down to your ass.

but then, he pulled away and held your wrists. “y/n, why…why are you doing this?

tears fell from your eyes as you looked ahead at him, feeling your heart sadden at him; heeseung was so perfect. he had the cutest pair of large brown eyes along with a beautiful smile and a soothing voice. how could you have been so blind before? he was all you could ask for in a guy. he never made you feel uncomfortable, he was sweet, and he went above and beyond when doing things for you. how could you leave him in 3 days?

“because i like you too, heeseung.” you told him. “please don’t push me away. please.”

he looked at you, his eyes reflecting the same sadness you’d felt. he pressed his lips back to your own, holding your chest against his as he gently mended his lips with yours.

he let go of your wrists, using his hand to lay you flat on your back and lay atop of you. your hands caressed his cheeks, melting into the feeling of him. as the kiss deepened, you felt his hands moving up from your waist to your breasts, massaging your erect areola through your shirt. you moaned into his mouth, feeling a wave of arousal wash over you. heeseung pulled away, looking into your eyes.

“do you want this?” he asked, his eyes searching for any doubt or hesitation in your expression.

you nodded, “so bad.”

with that, he leaned back down to kiss you again, this time with more passion and intensity. you felt his hands moving down to your shorts, slipping them off along with your panties. he broke the kiss to look at you, taking in your naked form beneath him.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, before leaning down to kiss your neck. “so beautiful, so pretty.”

you whined his name, feeling his lips and tongue working their way down your body. heeseung spent a long time exploring every inch of your skin, eliciting moans and gasps from you with every touch.

he left wet kisses down your stomach down to your thighs, laying between your legs and propping them onto his shoulders. “y/n,” he whispered, “has anyone ever…done this to you before?”

you shook your head, “no, heeseung. no one has.”

he licked his lips, sucking on your dripping outer labia, sticking his tongue inside to flick his wet muscle against your achining clit.

“oh!” you squealed, arching your back at the surge of pleasure that rolled through your pelvis. “heeseung, oh my..”

he continued to pleasure you with his mouth, soon slipping in a finger to add to your pleasure. you gripped onto the sheets underneath you as you felt his rough fingertips rubbing against your convulsing walls, feeling a knot build up in your stomach.

“oh shit, heeseung….” you cried, throwing your head back as he held onto your thighs, forcing you down harder against his mouth. “i think i’m gonna…i think i’m gonna..”

he lifted his head up, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he kissed your thighs. “cum for me, baby.”

you squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm ripped through your body, making your hips sputter. essense dripped out of your tender pussy as you moaned, closing your thighs over his hand.

he kept rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit, “heeseung, stop. please, please, i can’t. it hurts…please…”

he crawled back up to kiss you, running his fingers through your hair. “we can stop now, if you want.”

you held his face, caressing his cheek. “no, i..i want to go all the way.”

“have you had sex before?” he asked.

you shook your head, “i’ve only…done other stuff. never went all the way.”

he kissed you once before sitting up. “before we do this, i just want you to know that i’ve liked you for…a very, very long time. even on the days where we wouldn’t talk, all i thought about was you. i couldn’t bring myself to date anyone else throughout highschool when i would go home and see you through your window, looking as pretty as ever. my heart has always belonged to you, and i hope that even when you go off work college, you always remember that i’ll always hold tight onto the thought of you, keeping you close to my heart. forever and always.”

you felt tears welling up in your eyes at his words, knowing how much courage it must have taken for him to say them. you took his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“i will always remember, heeseung,” you said, your voice filled with emotion. “and i will always hold onto the memories we’ve made together.”

he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips conveying all the emotions he couldn’t put into words. you felt his hands moving down to pull his pants down and he tightly held your hand within his, signaling that he was going to begin.

you felt the his cock poke against your pussy, making you gasp when you felt how hot and wet his tip was.

“squeeze my hand if it hurts and i’ll stop right away. sound good, pretty girl?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“okay, i’m ready…” you told him, glancing down at his length prodding against your entrance. slowly but surely, you felt him slowly begin to push himself into your tight hole, stirring when you subconsciously clenched at the stretch. “y/n,” he huffed half laughed, “don’t squeeze like that. you’re gonna make me cum.”

you smiled a bit, “sorry..”

he kissed you again, glancing down and applying pressure to your tummy. “just relax, let me do the work.”

you complied, biting your lip as he bottomed out inside of you, not moving. you felt stuffed, one wrong move and he would impale your cervix. but something about the whole ordeal was turning you on so much, you could cum again without him even moving.

“feel okay?” he asked.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him down to kiss you. you rolled your hips against his own, itching for some type of stimulation.

he thrusted his hips into your own, starting at a slow pace as he reached down to being your leg over his back.

you moaned with pleasure, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over you as he brought you closer to another orgasm. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you met his thrusts with your own.

heeseung picked up the pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. you moaned into his mouth, your fingers scratching at his back as you held on for dear life.

heeseung pulled back, breaking the kiss to look down. "shit, your pussy is squeezing me," he moaned. “i’m gonna cum…”

you could feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling his impending release. the mere thought of him coming inside you sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

you cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm. heeseung finally slowed down, his movements becoming more gentle as he rode out his own release.

with a final thrust, you felt his hot load shoot deep inside of your walls, panting the pink walls a tinge of white.

heeseung propped himself up, pulling his sensitive cock out of you and taking a deep breath.

he slipped his boxers back on and you claimed your breathing as you heard him walk away, coming back with a damp towel. you felt him wipe down your most sensitive areas and finish off with your face.

he tossed the towel to the side and helped you slip your panties back on along with your top. without a second thought, you held onto him, cuddling into the warmth of his exposed chest.

heeseung cuddled you back, laying beside you as he pulled his covers over the both of you.

“you did so well, y/n.” he whispered, planting a soft kiss against your nose. “was it okay?”

“more than okay…” you told him, closing your eyes and yawning. “thank you..for everything. for confessing to me and for making me cum twice in one night.”

he awkwardly laughed, shifting against you. “yeah…sure. are you sleepy?”

you order, “super sleepy.”

“sleep, we can talk more in the morning.”

and with that, you fell asleep. you weren’t sure what the future held for you and heeseungs relationship. all you knew was that you loved him for him. he was your friend, your first time, and now your first love. only time would tell for your relationship.

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authors note: here’s another lil fic! got bored and wanted to do a cute lil heeseung story, hope u liked it! 😊

#enhypen smut #enhypen ff #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung angst #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.18

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

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3 years later

"Levi, no." You hear Lila yell loudly from the dining room. You pause what you're doing, placing the wooden spoon on the counter and turning the stove off.

"Dina, I'll call you back. These kids are driving me nuts." You end the call, placing your phone down and enter the dining, where the commotion was taking place.

"What's going on in here?" You huff, both hands resting on your hips as you look at the two children questioningly.

"Levi's throwing his food on the floor again and he won't stop." Lila grumbles, the seven year old still growing accustomed to having a sibling.

You roll your eyes, you had things to do and dealing with this at the moment wasn't one of them. You walk away from the dining and into the living room, in search of back up.

"Your son is throwing food on the floor again." You arms are crossed as you address her and she pauses the tv, following after you into the dining room.

"Levi, why are we throwing food on the floor, buddy?" Abby reaches over to the baby, pulling him out of his high chair and playfully scolds him. He lets out a high pitched scream/giggle, you couldn't tell the difference.

"If you joke around with him he'll keep on doing it Abs." You say, knowing she'd rather have him continue to throw food on the floor than ever scold her little boy.

-

Both the children knew that she was the fun mom, she never yelled unless she had to and she never gave them rules to follow. which most of the times set you off. She loved to play with them, and whenever they played they really played. They both adored her and it made your heart soar.

You'd made your choice and that was Abby. It hurt you to part with Ellie, being it that she was the first person you'd ever loved. But you knew sometimes it was best that you let things go, for better or for worse. Abby had done nothing but prove to you that she was the best partner you could ever ask for and to this day she'd remained loyal and loving.

After Ellie recovered, you broke the news to her, that you forgave her but couldn't forget what she had done. It was hard for the both of you but it needed to happen. Your co-parenting relationship was healthier than ever and both her and Abby managed to stay civil with each other.

You married Abby during the winter, it was simple and intimate. Her dad, your parents, Nara, Dina and the boys, Joel and Ellie. You assured your ex that if she wasn't comfortable then she didn't have to come, but she insisted that she wanted to be there, that she was happy you were happy.

A year later you and Abby had secretly started IVF treatments, knowing you didn’t want to get everyone's hopes up if you were unsuccessful. Thankfully by month four your doctor had assured you the baby was completely healthy and that you could announce it to your families.

Everyone was excited to know another Lila would be coming into the world, but even more when they'd found out it was a boy. You and Abby had no preferences, just happy to have another little one around the house. Lila on the other hand was not amused when she'd found out about her new sibling. It was after school and Abby had picked her up when the announcement was made.

You were having the second trimester symptoms and could not for the life of you do anything extravagant. So you planned a simple reveal of the child to Lila. I'n an envelope you put a photo of your sons ultrasound and wrote a small "Hi big sister" in black sharpie.

"What does it mean by, “Hi big sister?" Lila had asked looking at the ultrasound.

"It means mommy's pregnant, we're having a baby"

Abby announced, joy on her face. The two of you anticipating a shout or cheer from Lila but you got nothing.

"You're going to be a big sister baby, your having a brother!" You tried sounding excited, thinking it would make her feel the same but she just stared at the two of you.

"I don't want a brother. I don't want a baby. Can you get rid of it mommy?" Both you and Abby let out gasps of surprise.

Long story short is that after a few days of icing you out and trying to get you to "give the baby back" Lila had finally come around to the idea of a sibling. Fast forward 2 years later, and the two of them loved each other despite the fact that Lila sometimes grew irritated by her brothers antics.

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"I know baby but I just can't say no to this cute face." Abby squishes Levi's cheeks and Lila huffs irritatedly.

"Mommy, Abby has to clean it up since she's letting him off the hook." The seven year old announces, grabbing her plate and heading to the kitchen to wash it.

"She's got a point." You smile, patting Abby's shoulder and then pinching the baby who was sat in her arms, smiling with his gummy teeth.

You made your way into the fridge, checking to see that the cake had been untouched, knowing your daughter loved sweets. To your surprise it still sat in its clear box, fresh as ever. You waltzed into the living area, coaxing Lila to get showered and dressed, and then headed into your room to ready yourself.

"Y/N?" You hear Abby's voice call out to you from the room as you're towelling off  inside the ensuite. You exit the room with your towel wrapped around yourself, to see her stood with a sleeping Levi in her arms.

"I was just in the shower, Lev sleeping already?" You ask, walking over to your vanity and grabbing a bottle of lotion. She nods, placing him on the bed and then creating a barrier of pillows to prevent him from falling.

"Is Shay here yet?"

"She's on her way, I should probably get ready as well."

"Good idea baby, I'm gonna get dressed and go check on Lila."

-

After what felt like hours of doing your hair and makeup, doing Lila's hair, finding Abby an appropriate outfit and waiting for the babysitter to arrive. The three of you were finally out of the house with a gift and the box of cake in your lap.

"Hey, you made it." Ellie smiles, opening the door to let you guys in.

"Hi momma" Lila walks over to Ellie and gives her a hug. "Hey baby, is that for me?" Ellie asks referring to the gift bag Lila was holding. "Yes, but you can't open it till after cake" Lila asserts, managing to always find someone to boss around. It was a consequence that came with being a big sister, she thought she could boss her entire family around.

"Hey, thanks for coming and thanks for the cake."Ellie smiles at you and Abby as she motions for you to enter.

"No problem and happy birthday Els." You smile, giving her a friendly hug.

"Happy Birthday Ellie." Abby says, they exchange a civil handshake.

-

You looked around the room and immediately a smile was brought to your face. Sure life had thrown you obstacles that made you believe happiness was far out of reach, but finally you were happy. Your unorthodox family stood around the table singing happy birthday to Ellie.

Lila sitting in her mothers lap, laughing as she sang along to the song. Tommy and Maria and their kids, Joel grumpily singing along, Abby who was new to this but fit right in. You couldn’t complain about all the hurt, the change, the pain , because finally it felt worth it. You were happy.

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@moonlightdivine @maybe-cece @macaroni676 @sawaagyapong @katiemars @ellieseater @dakota-dream @joliettes @hebrokeimup @bratydoll @wakasaaa @catostrophiclesbian @dinas-a-bird @lazyunknownwerewolf @h3sitant-alien @ceo-of-ellie-simps @mechetegirl109 @kashoot-me269 @lonelyfooryouonly @ellieswifee @doodlebob-mp3 @ellieismami @sl-ut @starhrtz

#abby anderson x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #reader x ellie williams #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams fluff #tlou ellie #abby anderson fic #reader x abby anderson #abby anderson

[welcometololaland]

wip wednesday

y'all - i feel like i've been so fucking annoying lately but i'm here to request one thing of you - give me some juicy snippets to read because i'm finally on top of my shit. and i've always wanted to start wip wednesday (for all i know someone has already started it but don't rain on my parade! let me live in denial) and now i maybe can. This is from ALTA which is (omg) so close to being posted. 10 days. fuck. i'm not ready (i am).

“She’s really gone, isn’t she?” TK asks, his voice breaking as his head remains burrowed into Carlos’ shoulder. He’s stopped shaking now, which Carlos takes to be a good sign, but he’s cried so persistently that the whole front of Carlos’ jacket is wet. 

He pauses, leans back and cups TK’s face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away a few errant tears. He briefly considers making a passionate speech about TK’s mother being dead but not gone – living on in his heart – but then he decides for pragmatism. He thinks TK will appreciate that more, anyway.

“Yes,” he says simply. “But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.”

TK sniffs, his glazed eyes staring helplessly into Carlos’ own. “What do I do now, Carlos?”

Carlos sighs, brushing away another of TK's tears. “I’m not really sure, TK,” he admits. “But right now, I can take you home. It might be nice to cry somewhere that isn’t your high school computer lab.”

A tiny, hesitant smile appears at the corners of TK’s mouth. “I think my dad will be relieved,” he says. “He keeps asking why I haven’t cried yet, like it's some kind of crime.”

“Well, he’s definitely going to be pleased to see you,” Carlos points out, as TK nods tearfully. 

“Could you— Do you mind coming with me?” TK asks as Carlos steps back and drops his hands. “I don’t really want to be alone and my dad is driving me nuts. My other friends…they wouldn’t understand.”

“I hope they do understand, TK,” Carlos replies solemnly, collecting his books and following TK out of the darkened classroom. “I think everyone will do their best to support you.”

TK makes a non-committal sound as they walk down the empty hall – devoid of students – amplifying the sound of their sneakers on the linoleum. “Not like you,” he says, after a pause. “I know we’ve only been friends for a little bit, but you’re different.”

“Oh yeah?” Carlos asks, pushing open the front doors and following TK down the steps. “In what way?”

TK pauses, looking back up at Carlos as he descends the stairs, a pensive look on his face. “You’re good, Carlos,” he replies simply. “You’re good for me.”

Open tag for anyone to share but also some targeted attacks under the cut (with insane requests, feel free to ignore me)!!!

@theghostofashton (need some exes to lovers PLEASE), @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut (boxing AU boxing AU!), @goodways (got a tasty treat shannon?) @reyesstrand (food fic???) @strandnreyes (please don't hurt me but you can if you want) @rmd-writes (just because i love you) @heartstringsduet (FIRST AID?!) @carlos-in-glasses (what's next up CIG?) @birdclowns (your wip snippet game has me blurry eyed, i must know more) @fitzherbertssmolder (any comic progress?) @louis-ii-reyes-strand (been loving your snippets) @lilythesilly (fighter pilot AU?!) @kiloskywalker (tarlos fighter pilot AU????) @sanjuwrites (soulmates????) @three-drink-amy (teacher AU teacher AU teacher AU!!) @chicgeekgirl89 (any yachts about?) @lemonlyman-dotcom (some music fic for my ears???) @wandering-night19 (4 x 18 coda???) @thisbuildinghasfeelings (cross stitching update??!!!) @freneticfloetry (something from the soulmates timer fic???) @alrightbuckaroo (summer parisian au my beloved!!!!) @cha-melodius (you've got mail AU????) @redshirt2 (anything you would like to contribute, i'd just love you to keep feeding me!) @iboatedhere (how are those prompts???) @orchidscript (lovingly bullying you to keep writing) @marjansmarwani (i know the words are hard but also i am lovingly bullying you as well <3) @morganaspendragonss (has angst queen got anything this week?) @lightningboltreader (THAT ANGSTY ONE BED THING I AM SCARED BUT I WANT)

#wip wednesday #FINALLY #THE FUTURE IS HERE #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #ALTA

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Ransom hated wearing suits. But, today was the funeral of Harlan Thrombey. He committed suicide. He slit his throat. Ransom did not expect that. If he knew Harlan needed help, he would have been there.

Made him go to therapy and all that. He watched you from the distance at the cemetery. You and Martin cried the most. Then his mom.

Ransom wondered if Nana knew what was going on. She wasn't here but at the mansion. It wasn't safe for her to be out in the cold foggy weather.

Just then thunder was heard. Fuck. It started to sprinkle and rain. Rolling his eyes, Ransom stared at you again.

You pitied your friend Martin. He told you about how he accidentally overdosed Harlan. It was not his fault. You couldn't tell the police. But, poor young man was feeling guilt. It was eating him. But, you reassured Harlan knew what he was doing.

Martin's mom was an illegal immigrant and his younger sister was still in high school. He was the bread winner in the family.

You let him cry on your shoulder. But, you felt so uncomfortable when soaked by the rain. The funeral finished early. Less than two hours the will reading was to be heard. You knew you weren't going to get anything. You came to America about two years ago. So, maybe Harlan doesn't love you that much.

Oh, well. You have your job working in a bookstore. So, that will be enough to pay for your college fees.

You smiled at Martin and made him go to his car. You ignored and noticed Ransom glaring at you and Martin. Whatever. You assumed Harlan spoke to him before.

To your displeasure, your car got a flat tire. Why now?

"what a damn shame." Ransom spoke behind you.

You turned to see your mean cousin with his hands inside his pockets.

"The taxi I called will come around forty minutes. I will drop you home."

You narrowed your eyes. Why would he be nice?

Ransom rolled his eyes. He grabbed your hand impatiently. "I'm trying to help."

He led you to somekind of barn house. The inside was clean as fuck. Only hay and grass inside for storage. Where were the horses?

"Hmm." You raised a brow.

Ransom closed the door and now you were alone. Uh oh. You knew that predatory look. You tried to run but he enveloped your whole body into a tight embrace. He groaned and you squirmed and attempted to leave. He kept you still like a rag doll.

"Fuck. I didn't touch you for a long ass time. You're driving me nuts."

Your eyes widened.

"But Harlan ordered..."

"Harlan is dead." He snapped.

Ransom gently pushed you on the haystack. He groped and fondled everywhere he could touch like a crazed man.

You wanted to scream.

"I love you."

You blinked and looked up at the drenched face of Ransom. He means it.

He caressed your cheekbone. "I'm sorry for being harsh. I never wanted to hurt your feelings. But, you never paid attention to me unless I bullied you."

Your breath hitched.

"I know it's a stupid reason. Please. I can't live without you. I will go insane without you. I must have you."

His beautiful blue intense eyes caused you to be horny and you admitted you missed his touches.

Ransom grinned at your submitted response. "I know you wanted me too."

He stripped you naked and then finally himself. His thick male organ was red and looked as if it was going to explode.

It looks as if it got bigger!

"Ransom. No. You will hurt me..."

He made you look at him. "As long as you are wet. I will make it slide in." He did. He slowly inserted all his inches.

This was the first time he made love. Rather than fucking you. He made you kiss him and he licked and kissed your finger tips.

Then he pressed your palms to his warm cheeks.

He spilled his seed inside. Hot and creamy.

"You are forbidden to use contraceptives."

"But..."

"I am not not young as you are. " He made you sit up. He gathered your clothes and been to dress you. "I need kids now. I want to be alive when they become my current age at least."

You looked at him as he plugged in your bra. He is serious about you...

"The family..."

"Fuck 'em. They are not family. Bunch of blood relatives. You, Harlan, and Nana are the only family to me."

With his wealth, Ransom doesn't need anyone.

He will take care of you.

"You can go to college for fun and all that. Just don't neglect my kids."

You nodded. It's nice now you don't have to be a slave to money now.

You felt his lips on your forehead.

"I know I won't get anything at the will hearing. I am curious to see who will get Harlan's shit."

You asked him if Martin and Fran will get it.

Ransom nodded. "I think so. Only fair."

"what about Meg?"

Ransom scoffed. "She ignores Harlan and barely speaks to him unless she needs money for school. She doesn't deserve him."

You remembered how at the birthday party. Meg left the party early despite Harlan always spoiling her.

Jacob was as usual in his phone and the others would argue.

You chatted with Nana and was quiet. You saw Ransom speak to Harlan in the study. You locked eyes then looked away

Ransom knew you would come. But, Harlan didn't invite him. The way you snubbed him hurt his feelings. But, he deserves that and worse for bullying you. Harlan asked him to do some legal paperwork for one of his books to prevent from being a movie. Thanks to Walt. Again.

Ransom then left giving Nana a slice of cake.

Now here you two were. Holding hands and wet at the will hearing. Ransom glared at his family members who almost yelled at him for being with Name.

But, he kept his mouth shut for you. You were sitting on his lap and listened how Martin got almost everything. Fran got some paid leave money. And you got ten thousand dollars for school.

Everyone was yelling at Martin. Ransom led Martin and you sat in the car with him.

"you can have my share of money." You told Martin.

Ransom who was driving was listening.

Martin wouldn't accept it. "You need it."

"Not anymore." Ransom said.

He dropped Martin off and made you sit on the passenger seat next to him.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

"I can't believe I used to be jealous of that guy."

"What?"

"I thought Martin had a thing for you."

That explained why Ransom was always pissed when you were with him. Especially when you hugged him as he cried at the funeral.

To your surprise. Ransom Parked in front of his glass luxurious home in the woods.

"Ransom. I need to go home. "

"I know..." He gave you a weird look.

Oh, shit. This fast?

#knives out #chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x reader

[the-au-thor]

Hi, I saw you are accepting requests, and I read A la Velocidad de la Luz, it was amazing! I was thinking about they as parents, maybe reader's dream about having those 6 Nuggets with Steve and traveling to California being real would be great? I mean I'd like to see all the story but with this idea i'll be super happy, only if you like it, of course!

This is a very cute idea! I kinda wanted to add some babysitting munson but I'm still not sure lol, I kept it simple tho. Hope you like this one!

Remember to read this content warning before reading.

First part here and second part here

A la Velocidad de la Luz (at the Speed of light) | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

"Robin called, said she'll be in Malibu by the time we get there," you said, trying to fix your hair while the trailer was in motion.

"Yeah, did you tell her she'll be the official nanny for the next week?" Steve asked, flipping through radio stations.

You chuckled while starting to braid Alice's long brown hair.

"She's aware. She and Vicki can't wait to babysit and do auntie duties," you expertly finished your daughter's hairdo, and she happily went to her seat behind the trailer to start playing with her twin, Jo.

You and Steve started having babies more than a decade ago. It wasn't exactly planned; you just got tired of the pills. One day, after a year and a half of marriage, you woke up and broke the news to Steve.

"Babe?"

"Mmhm," he murmured while sipping coffee from his mug.

Your sexy police officer husband was standing there with his hip against the counter and the paper in his hand.

" I stopped taking the pills, remember? You said whenever I feel ready, I just had to tell you? Well, I'm ready."

He took his eyes away from whatever he was reading and slowly moved to meet yours as he carefully studied you. In silence, he left his mug and newspaper on the counter and took his radio from the center table of your kitchen. He pressed a button without breaking eye contact.

"Central, this is Sergeant Harrington, do you copy? Over."

"Hey, Sarge Stevie, this is Jane Hopper helping out today in Central. Is everything okay? Over."

Steve smiled, and you copied his gesture. Jane started working at the central station during her summers when she graduated high school a couple of years ago. A way for Hopper to teach her the sense of responsibility and set healthy boundaries between her and Mike. It was a pretty good idea, to be honest.

"Hey El, do me a favor, could ya'? Tell your dad I'll be out of duties this morning for personal reasons. Imma explain to him later, over."

"Is everything okay? Over."

Steve combed his hair back and smiled.

"Yeah, honey, just a little thing here I need to take care of. Just tell your dad that, copy."

"Okay, just remember, friends don't lie. I'll tell my father, but he won't be happy, Mom's got him on a new diet, and it's driving him nuts, copy."

Steve laughed.

"I can imagine that. Thanks for the favor. See you soon, copy."

"10-4, have a great morning. Tell your pretty girl I love her. Out."

Then the line was dead, and as soon as the conversation ended, Steve quickly turned off the radio and took a couple of steps to get closer to you. You embraced his neck, standing on your tiptoes while smiling playfully.

"So, I'm guessing I'm the little thing you need to take care of?"

He caressed your back until his hands were on your butt and smiled back.

"Of course, mama, we need to fix this not-being-pregnant-yet situation," he finally said, taking you in his arms while you let out a giggle, and he started walking upstairs.

Nine months later, on March 12th, 1992, your first girl, Emma Chrissy Harrington, came into the world to be the protagonist of her father's worries and cares. She was now sitting in the back of the trailer with her headphones on, reading your old books while moving his feet covered in the combat boots her godfather gave her on her birthday. After one year of having her, you and Steve welcomed your first son James, who was born with his father's beautiful eyes and your hair. Steve often says he's gonna be a charmer, but you think he already is. You and Steve struggled a little to adjust to having two totally different babies in the house, and Steve got promoted to Captain, which was a big responsibility, so you decided to hold off on baby-making for a while. You enjoyed being a mother of two for that time; they were so different, with Emma being chaotic and creative, learning to play the drums before even being potty-trained, courtesy of his uncle Eddie, and James being the calmest and most advanced baby, talking, teething, and walking at a very early stage. He's now into photography and loves his uncle Johnny. When Emma was 4 and James 3, you and Steve welcomed Elizabeth. She was born prematurely and was a very delicate baby until doctors told you she was born with diabetes, so she has to follow a strict treatment. Other than that, she is a smart and strong 7-year-old girl who likes dresses and her piano lessons. By that time, you were a family of 5, and frankly, everything felt easier than with the first two babies. That made you both think that where's five, why can't be six, right? Just that in your next pregnancy, you discovered you were expecting your twins; Alice and Jo-Anne. They're just 5, so they are into bugs, drawing, and dogs.

They were very wild years, with Steve being promoted from Chief Assistant to Chief, with Hopper handing Steve the torch as he always wanted, and you with a little tour on the East Coast to promote your new novel and signing meetings. You couldn't take the vacation of your dreams until this year, once Steve got used to his new job and you just finished your last book so you could be focused more on the family time, he finally bought the camper you both always dreamed about and traveled through the country during the summer.

Uncle Eddie was waiting for you in his big-ass mansion that he was preparing to receive the whole crowd.

"Is he moving?" Steve asked while he moved his hand and placed it over your bump.

You smiled.

"Yep, he will be just like his dad; unstoppable."

He then smiled back.

"Babe?"

"Uh?" you hummed starting to open a new book your editor recommended to you.

"Just… you look amazing."

"I'm bigger, Harrington. Bigger and swollen," you reminded him.

He moved his hand, caressing your bump.

"You get prettier with every pregnancy."

You rolled your eyes.

"And you get more delusional," you joked, looking for the right page to start your reading while your other hand took his.

You kept in silence while you could hear the kids playing in the back of the camper.

"Babe?" Steve repeated and let out a relieved laugh.

"Huh?" you replied with the same sound.

"We made it, babe," he said with pride coming through his voice. "The whole plan. You and me, The six nuggets. The camper. We are freaking parents of happy and cool kids. We won."

Yep, you did.

#steve stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington

[oliverreedmasterass]

GVF Masterclass Group Chat 

Words:

1.2k

Warnings:

language, crude topics, mentions of alcohol, Oliver Reed just kinda going off the tracks 

Synopsis:

A look at what the group chat between Cal A Bungah, Chip Bunker, Dr. JMK, and Oliver Fucking Reed probably looks like 

Notes:

@jmkho

​ has a god damn gift for writing Oliver Reed dialogue perfectly with the right british accent - thank you for helping out with this my dude 

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Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey we should make this 

FUCKING

WOT

WOT THE BLOODY ‘EL IS ‘AT 

THE Chip Bunker 

Can’t. I’ll be at the Masters, you know, winning

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Sorry you can’t have fun Chip

Dr. JMK, Ph.D 

I’ll join if all ingredients are GMO-free, gluten-free, nut-free, fat-free, sugar-free, and organic. 

My body is a temple and I must treat it with the utmost respect. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

It’ll be vegan 

Idk about the other stuff though

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’ll consider it. 

THE Chip Bunker 

I’m surprised ur branching out from margaritas cal 

FUCKING

BOooOZE 

DID THE BOY SAY FUCKIN’ BOOOZE 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Now you’ve got Oliver’s attention

FUCKING

EYE’ CANT FIND MY BLOODY TROUSERS 

SUM FUCKIN WANKA’ MUSTA’ STOLEN ‘EM 

THE Chip Bunker

Oliver what 

FUCKING

I TELL DIS BLOKE DOWN AT THE PUB THAT DEY ARE LEVIS

AN’ THE BASTARD TOOK ‘EM STRAIGHT OFF MY FUCKIN ARSE

THE BLOODY MAGICIAN

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Release yourself from the material world, brother. 

It binds you down and distracts yourself from the beauty of the natural world. 

FUCKING

THOSE WERE ME BEST FUCKIN TROUSERS

GONE WITH THE WIND DEY R’ 

JUST LIKE THAT BLOODY MOVIE 

WITH CLARK GABLE

A LEGENDARY GENT WHO KNOWS CLASS 

LIKE JIMI HENDRIX 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has muted FUCKING

THE Chip Bunker

thank u

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Seriously whose idea was it to give him a phone

He was better off with the carrier pigeon

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Birds should not be exploited for free labor. 

At least the phone isn’t conscious. 

Yet. 

THE Chip Bunker

scary thought

thx doctor

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Man has flown too close to the sun with modern technology. 

It’s only a matter of time before AI and robots and drones begin to inherit our humanness. 

We will be nothing in a silicon world. 

Just withered elements of the earth. 

 Cal A Bungah Bitches

I kinda like this one too 

THE Chip Bunker

oh jesus

you’re throwing me off my game 

I’m not gonna be able to focus on my swing

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Gotta work on my swing

Gotta do my own thing

THE Chip Bunker

did you just quote fucking high school musical 2 at me

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Banger 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Where is Oliver? 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Muted that shithead 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I will not accept that. 

Exclusion isolates the ego and convinces the inner self that they aren’t worthy. 

That’s a lot of damage. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Ugh. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches has unmuted FUCKING

FUCKING

AN’ THAT’S HOW JIMI FUCKIN HENDRIX BOUGHT AN OLD WANKA LIKE ME A GLASS OF JACK IN ‘67 WHILE EYE’ WAS ON A TWO MUNFF BENDA’ IN TIJUANA

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Welcome back, brother. 

We’re so pleased to have you here. 

You are worthy. 

FUCKING

WOT 

ME FUCKIN WOR’VY

HA

EYE’M WORVY OV’ FINDING MY FUUUUUCKING TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Maybe you’re wearing your pants Oliver

FUCKING

YER JOKIN 

AY 

WHAT KIND OV A… 

OV COURSE EYE’M NOT WEARIN MY FUCKIN TROUSERS

OTHERWISE I WUDDN’T BE SO FFFUCKING IRRITATED RIGHT NOW

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Worth a try 

THE Chip Bunker

thinking about buying these so I can bring my A game in style

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Wearing animal skin is not defined as style. 

I weep over what capitalism has done to the power of the mind. 

THE Chip Bunker

buzzkill 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Hey as long as the shoes match your belt, right chip? 

Wait that’s the rule right 

THE Chip Bunker

yup fashion 101

FUCKING

I LOST ME BELT TOO 

THE Chip Bunker

I’ll get u a new belt oliver 

with some of my winnings

after I win the Masters

FUCKING

AN’ THEN EYE’LL USE THAT BLEEDING BELT TO CRACK THE FUCKING SKULL OF THE TWAT WHO STOLE MY TROUSERS

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Do not let anger drive you, Oliver. 

It will hurt you more than the one you wish to hurt. 

Forgiveness is the chosen path to cleanse the soul.

FUCKING

GET ME A BELT WITH A BIG BASTARD OF A BUCKLE ON IT 

EYE’ WANT TO HEAR HIS HEAD BREAK

Cal A Bungah Bitches

How the hell are you not on a watchlist Oliver

FUCKING

EY BUT I AM 

EYE’M NOT ALLOWED IN THE STATE OF FLORIDA

THE 80S WERE A FUCKIN BLUR MY BOY

THE Chip Bunker

oh god 

FUCKING

ALL IN GOOD FUN THOUGH, ALL IN GOOD FUN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Florida of all places 

FUCKING

AH

WOULD’YA LOOK AT ‘AT

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

What? 

FUCKING

I FOUND ME TROUSERS

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Where were they??? 

THE Chip Bunker

$20 says he was wearing them the whole time

FUCKING

WRONG

MR. CAN GET A BALL IN A HOLE BUT CAN YOU GET YOUR HOLE IN A BALL

 THE Chip Bunker

the hell is that supposed to mean

Cal A Bungah Bitches

??? 

FUCKING

THEY WERE IN THE OVEN

Cal A Bungah Bitches

The oven???

FUCKING

EYE’ MUST AV’ LEFT THEM IN THERE 

GOTTEN WET OR SUMMIN

THEY NEEDED TO DRY 

AH FUCK 

I ONLY FUCKIN BAKED THEM

THE’YRE ALL CHARRED

THE Chip Bunker

you guys are distracting me 

I nearly missed check in for the Masters

which, you know, I’m gonna win 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Yes, Chip: envision success.

It will become your reality.

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Take a shot everytime Dr. JMK says something annoying

Jk don't 

We’d all be dead 

FUCKING

WARM TROUSERS THESE ARE 

I’LL HAVE TO DO THAT MORE BLOODY OFTEN

ME CHEEKS ARE SIZZLING

THE Chip Bunker

sounds like the baking is already starting at oliver’s house

you better get over there Cal 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Omw now I need to see the baked pants

Wait are your pants vegan 

FUCKING

I WONT LET YOU EAT ‘EM

PRICK 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

I’m coming over too. 

I am yet to experience the wonders of baked pants. 

FUCKING

THEY SMELL LIKE GARLIC 

NOT SURE WHY 

I DONT LIKE GARLIC 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

But garlic is one of the wonders of the world.

Pair it with tomatoes and some basil and you’ve got a heavenly sauce. 

Did you know that if a tomato touches another tomato they are fucking. 

Cal A Bungah Bitches

No don’t sexualize the fruit JMK

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Everything on this planet fucks. 

We are all aligned. 

FUCKING

NOW YER SPEAKIN’ ME FUCKIN LANGUAGE BOY 

NOTHIN BETTER ‘AN THE SWEET SWEET RELEASE

THE Chip Bunker

taking this gc off my phone

y’all are weird

I need to find more golf friends 

THE Chip Bunker has left the chat. 

FUCKING

SEX MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Oh shit

Chip actually left 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

Sometimes it’s easier to run from the truth. 

He just needs his time to come around. 

FUCKING

EYE COME ‘ROUND ALL THE TIME

Cal A Bungah Bitches

Jesus christ 

What is wrong with you both

FUCKING

EYE’M OLIVER FFFUCKKKKKING REED BOY

WOTS WRONG WITH YEW 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We’re all sex-loving creatures of habit. 

The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can start to enjoy life. 

FUCKING

BAKE YER FUCKIN CAKE CAL 

AN’ THEN IM GONNA FUCK IT

SIT ON IT WITH ME WARM ARSE

Cal A Bungah Bitches

…

Cal A Bungah Bitches has left the chat. 

Dr. JMK, Ph.D has renamed the chat “Sex is Life”

FUCKING

AY 

SEX IS LIFE

YEW GET IT MATE

Dr. JMK, Ph.D

We are so aligned right now.

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf masterclass #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #oliver reed #dr. jmk #chip bunker #cal a bungah #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #masterclass group chat

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

All Of Me {Part 07 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 2K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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{Cobra Kai Masterlist}

Dance With Me

With only three days before Sunday, it's understandable that you have two friends - with very different tastes - driving you nuts about the dress. You were going to put on something you had, but both Sam and Piper said that you have to buy something special. On the same day Sam took you to see some options, and Piper, later on, took you to very expensive stores. The dresses there were amazing, but there's no way you will spend that much money on a dress you'll use only once.

But, the moment you set foot in the dojo talking about expensive dresses and the lack of money, you got Sensei Silver's attention. And at the end of it, you did buy a rather expensive dress, Robby got an expensive suit, and Silver said he would have someone bring one of his cars. In his words 'Cobra Kai must be seen in all its glory', even at Valentine's day school party.

So, when Sunday comes, you're finishing styling your hair in the bathroom at 7:30 pm, thirty minutes into the party already. But you don't mind. The best music never comes up in the beginning anyway, and, buying into this whole Coka Kai thing, you do want to be fashionably late.

You have your hair in waves flowing down your shoulders, with the top pinned up and braided, with a few strands of hair framing your face. The dress you got is a dark shade of red, a cherry tone, and the glistening fabric shines when you move. The dress hugs your body perfectly, and the cut on the left, reaching up to the middle of your thigh, will give you enough freedom to dance.

When you're done, you leave the bathroom and put on the black pump high heels. Then, is time to go. Robby is outside waiting, and you take a deep breath before moving. Crossing the tatami in these shoes is quite an adventure, but you manage without accidents. When you pull the dojo door open, Robby turns around. And the first thing you notice isn't the luxury car he's leaning on. It's just him, in a dark grey suit, looking like a movie star.

“You-”

“You're stunning.” He says before you can, eyes moving up and down your body as you walk over to him. “I took a peek at the dress yesterday but... I had no idea you'd make the dress look so much better with you in it.”

Now, your entire face is burning hot. “Thanks...” You mutter, looking down at your hands. “You look amazing too.”

“Nobody will notice me, not with you looking like that,” Robby says and moves to open the door for you. “Let's get going.”

“Which car is this? Looks expensive.” You give it a quick look before getting in, the yellow color making a clear reference to the dojo.

“It's a Ferrari 458.” He pushes the door close. “Probably worths more than the entire block.”

“Don't crash it.” You snap and he laughs.

And, as you expected, the car flies. Robby speeds through every yellow traffic light. And you don't mind it, you're already having fun even before getting to the party. But it's always like this with Robby, no matter where you are, or what you're doing, you're having fun.

He parks near the entrance, because the place is full, and then, much to your surprise, Robby opens the door for you. “Whoa. Such a gentleman.” With a smile, you take his hand and get out of the car. “You know... We should leave our phones here. There will be enough pictures of us as it is.”

Robby nods, looking down at you. “No interruptions. I like it.” He throws his phone in the passenger seat, and you do the same. “Now, my lady...” Robby gives you his arm, which you take with a smile. “You're blushing.”

“Oh, shut it!” You squeeze his arm, and he laughs.

There's still a bunch of people getting here, so you're among them as you walk around the school to the entrance they made in the back. And... It's pretty much as you expected.

“That's... Cheesy.” You say, looking at the many years and cupid decorations they set on the short hall that leads to the gym.

“It's a school party for Valentine's Day. What did you expect?”

“I guess you're right.” Shrugging your shoulders, you're about to say something else when you step into the gym, crossing the red curtains they put here, pulled open... And you're quite impressed. The decoration isn't in overwhelming shades of red and pink. They're there, but the whole thing is much more sophisticated, with fake candles, red roses on the tables, and little white lights throughout the place. “I take it back. That's actually really good.”

“Yeah... I'm impressed.”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A short boy with blond hair and a camera, Ryan, comes to talk to you. “I'm taking pictures of the couples. Can I take it?”

The familiar burning comes to your face, and you're about to find an excuse when Robby wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. Ryan takes that as a yes, holding the camera up. Moving closer to him, you smile. Robby's face is very close to yours, and you wonder if the camera will get your blushing cheeks. Ryan snaps two pictures, and for the second one, Robby kisses your cheek.

“Let's find our table.” You say, but halfway there, fast music starts to play, and you and Robby exchange a glance.

“Oh no, princess. We're hitting the dance floor.” He says and the next thing you know is that you're dancing, moving to the beat with Robby's body way too close.

But you don't care. And you care much less about the stares you're getting, and you only stop dancing to say hi to your friends as they pass by. But other than that, Robby has your undivided attention, and you both laugh, holding onto each other and ignoring the teachers that come to say something about the acceptable distance between the students. You answer by saying that Robby isn't a student, so the rule doesn't apply to him.

That works for a while until the principal himself comes, recognizing Robby immediately... And that's when you're told he's forbidden to come into the school. You try to argue, to say that what happened was an accident, but the man says rules are rules and then insists on escorting Robby out of the building.

“You should stay,” Robby says when you're outside, walking to the car as the principal stands there, staring, making sure he'll leave. “Your friends are in there, I'm sure they wouldn't leave you alone.”

“I know.” You say, shrugging. “But then you'd be alone. You shouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day.”

When you get to the car, Robby pulls the door open and looks at you. “Then we should go somewhere else. It's still early and I don't want the night to be over just yet.”

At that, you smile, nodding before getting inside the car. “Me neither.”

Robby smiles and pushes the door close, and soon after you hit the road. You don't ask where he's taking you, and it doesn't look like he'll tell.

The ride is filled with small talk about school. Who was with who, who broke with who, as you update him on all the gossip about the people he used to study with.

Half an hour later, you see where he's taking you. “The beach!” You exclaim when you see it. “Amazing.”

“I knew you'd like it.” Shortly after, Robby parks, and you rush off the car, taking your shoes off before walking towards the beach.

The sand looks silver under the faint street lights, and the ocean, with the sweet sound of the crashing waves, is pitch black. But suddenly, lights are turned up, and when you turn around, you see that Robby turned the headlights on... And then, a soft song starts playing.

“I was waiting for the slow songs to play at the school but we didn't get to that part,” Robby says as he comes to join you on the beach.

The wind messes with your hair, and you hold it with a hand to keep it off your face. “It looks like you wanted a romantic turn on the events...” You feel yourself growing hotter as you say this, which is good because the wind coming from the ocean is quite cold.

“Is it that obvious?” When he's close to you, Robby places his hands on your waist, and you start to swing from side to side, to the rhythm of the song. But you don't want to answer because you're too scared to have misunderstood something. “What? You don't like this?”

“Slow dancing at the beach? Of course I like it.” Taking a deep breath, you bite your lip, looking up at him. “What girl wouldn't?”

“I don't care about other girls. I care about you.”

Again, you don't know what to say. And you're about to say something funny when ‘All Of Me’ by John Legend starts playing. “That's... A pretty song.”

“It is.”

And for a while, nobody says anything. You just dance, the lyrics making you feel... Weird, as you try not to let it sink in. And you fail.

And that failing comes when Robby starts humming the song, in your ear, and then, when the chorus comes, he starts singing in a low voice, barely a whisper. “Cause all of me loves all of you... Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections...”

“I had fun back at the school.” It comes out suddenly, you're not even sure how because there's a lump in your throat.

“I always have fun when I'm with you.” He says, moving away just enough to look down at you. “I had plans to bring you here after the party, because every time we were about to have a moment, someone interrupts.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side a little. “What do you mean?”

He smiles. “One of the Senseis calls, or one of the guys... On your second day, it was the stupid pizza guy.”

“The pizza guy...?” You do remember that day, when somehow you ended up talking about kissing.

“I've been wanting to kiss you since that day.” He admits, and the cold wind isn't enough to cool down your skin, and you know the headlights are like spotlights on you now, making your blushing cheeks shine against the dark beach.

“You do?”

“I thought it would go away... I thought these feelings would fade away but they didn't. I live with you and the moment I'm not with you, I already miss you.”

“Robby, what...”

“I'm not a good influence. You can ask any of your Miyagi-Do or Eagle Fang friends, I know exactly what they'll say about me. But... I really wanna see if this could work. Because I can't keep you off my mind, (Y/N).”

Without taking your eyes off him, you hold the collar of his suit, standing on your toes. “Then kiss me...” You mutter, being braver than ever, way more than on your first class at the dojo. “There's nobody to interrupt us now.”

Robby's smile only grows brighter, and, as he leans closer, you close your eyes. The moment you have his lips on yours, it feels like you've been waiting for this. Maybe even before meeting him at all. It was <him> you craved for, this sensation of not just kissing and being kissed, but of kissing the right guy.

You can't remember now the types of kisses Robby told you about that day, but you don't care. The kiss starts sweet and slow, just a couple of pecks before you part your lips a little, and from that point on, Robby takes over, guiding you. But he's gentle, waiting for you to get used to his pace. It doesn't take long until you wrap your arms around his neck, your entire body pressed against his.

You're not sure if it's the giggles coming from somewhere to your left or the fact that you're almost breathless that makes you break apart. But you remain close, foreheads touching. “Robby, I really-” You start, but you're suddenly hit by a wave, the cold water reaching up to your knees making you gasp in surprise. “Damn!”

Robby laughs, holding you up by the waist. “The tide is catching up to us.”

“I think the dress is ruined.” It comes out in laughter because you don't really care.

“I don't want the night to end, but it's late. And we have school tomorrow.” Robby says, setting you down when the wave flows back to the ocean.

“Well, we have tomorrow... And the day after, and the day after that, so... It doesn't really end, does it?” You're not sure what you mean, but Robby gets it. He smiles, and you both start making your way back to the car.

The ride home is filled with some 80's rock and roll music, that you sing at the top of your lungs, with the windows rolled down. He doesn't care, and neither do you. Once you're back home, after stumbling through the dojo among giggles and laughter, you both just crash into bed, catching your breath.

“I think we should change out of these expensive clothes,” Robby mutters after a while, his voice filling the silence. “Might be a waste. We could find nice places to wear them to.”

“Mm... I really don't want to get up now...” You reply, eyes already closed.

“Alright, then, princess...” He says, and you feel it when he moves, pulling you closer. Resisting it doesn't even cross your mind, so you just move until you have your head on his chest.

@eddiemunsonsbattoo

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[nightswithkookmin]

As for Tae, I think when Jimin suffers and does something self-harmful, he will cry and say stop to his fan but it will be too late. I don't mean to be pessimistic. I hope God will protect Jimin, but he is human and he has endured enough

Jimin is stronger than he looks but yea we all have our breaking points. he's human after all and the constant pestering and negativity can take a toll on him.

And it's funny you mention this cos somewhere in my drafts there are several posts I've made talking about this very topic in regards to two POCs I know out here who keep going at it with eachother.

Some people don't know when to stop and will keep going and going till they've inflicted maximum damage on others. It's not cute.

There's constructive criticism and there's badgering and hammering down on people and that's equally as toxic and harmful as the supposed evils we seek to correct in people.

Many words won't fill a bushel. A word to a wise is enough. If your intention is to draw a person's attention to their mistakes, you don't go pestering them with it. And humans have brains and hearts for a reason, give them room to reflect on their actions and do the internal work they need to do and once that is done learn to forgive them and not hold their mistakes over their heads especially if they grow from it. But we all seem to have lost the plot.

Somehow in this community, it's always aha that person slipped that one time I'm gonna weaponize that and use that as ammunition to drive them out of this space so I'm the last one standing. It's nuts.

And it's true not everyone is like that in this space, there are a couple of bloggers out here who I don't fuck with yet they'd slip into my DMs every now and there to ask for clarification or let me know Hey you said this and that's quite problematic.

I just thank them and post clarifications here on my page. I respect those accounts you know. Cos you can tell they don't have ill intentions towards me.

Thus it's difficult for me to equally start tearing into them out of the blues on my platform- I'd rather send them a private message to talk- if I care enough about it but most of the time I don't care💀

What someone chooses to do with their platform is none of my business really unless they wanna @ me then let's go. I will stab you in the guts and bug spray your eyes. Don't play with me.

Tumblr staff are paid to moderate the platform and keep people in check. If an account violates their community guidelines then it's their problem not mine.

But that's just the problem isn't it? We see ourselves as a community and thus some have assigned themselves moderators of this community and have appointed themselves judge jury executioner passing judgements based on ambiguous virtues and arbitrary social rules- very high school of us in here.

Quick segue- that bitch going around people's blogs screaming I'm evil because I'm a "Ted Bundy stan" WHAT'S GOOD? It's the she was "exposed" and the "she lied" for me. Bitch if you don't shut up.

If I have to deny being a fan of something then am I really a fan of it at all?? Have you met me?

Like no, imagine that for a moment. Me. Scared to admit I like something because.... wait for it

Ita so deviant I'm afraid it will offend a bunch of strangers I've never met on the internet and they will not like me for it???

If I'm a Stan of Mr O'Brian Bundy WHO'S GONNA CHECK ME? YOU? ANON 2297 HIDING BEHIND AN ANNOYMOUS BLOG TO CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH ON PEOPLE'S BLOG POSTS?????

I THINK THE FUCK NOT.

I promise you YOU ARE NOT THE ONE WHO'S GONNA CHECK ME.

I'm a fan of True crime FOR SURE said that ones I'll say it again but Ted Bundy is not the hill I'm finna die on I'm sorry. He is the least interesting serial killer out there. Yawned my way through a stranger besides me- read it twice and yet I still hate the Author💀

Just because I hate the Author, again DON'T MAKE ME A FAN OF TED FREAKN BUNDY- that's just insulting. he's so bland. BORING

For the record, I AM obsessed with BTK and have since fell down the rabbit hole of serial killers who leave erotic poems behind for their victims.

SUE ME.

Oh here's one I think you'll love!!!!!!

It's called "Oh, Nancy Anna why didn't you appear"

T' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure so bold on that Spring nite.

My inner felling hot with propension of the new awakening season

Warn, wet with inner fear and rapture, my pleasure of entanglement,

like new vines at night

Crime literary analysts have described this quatrian as remarkable and have compared it to the works of writers such as James Joyce.

"The poem is in many ways remarkable because of the levels of meaning that BTK suggests in the words he uses. Reminiscent of James Joyce's epic, Finnegan's Wake, BTK uses words that suggest several meanings. Starting with the very first line in the poem, the T with the superscript 1 is used in scientific research to designate the beginning phase of a study. Subsequent phases would be T2, T3, etc. On another more ordinary level, the superscript 1 could be interpreted as an apostrophe to create "T'was" except that "T'was perfect plan" is missing a word, like "a" or "the." It appears as though whatever BTK had in store for Anna was something "bold" and new."

Oh no, she's a fan of serial killers let's cancel her

You do that Karen, I'm gonna be here and do me 💅🏾

People have their heads so far up their ass all they breathe is shit.

You place a lot of responsibility on Tae when you expect so much of him as a friend and colleague to JM. He's equally just an Idol and like JM he has his own crucible and haters and people out to get him.

I seem to recall him going on a love all seven campaign right before they announced their Solos. Let's give him credit. Cut him some slack.

We all disappointed with the way things unraveled these past few weeks. And some of us might never really move on but like I said life goes on.

Don't know why Tae went silent on us, but with time the reason shall come to light. Personally I'm not too happy with him for that. He broken my vmin heart. I won't ship them together for a while but yall feel free.

Okay who wants to hear about a serial killer who drew a picture of his penis on a victims night stand

[thestarsarecool]

11, 15, 22, 42!

Hi, thank you Fiona!!!

11. What was your favorite concert you've ever been to?

Sorry to be predictable, but it really was the McCartney concert I went to last June. It was legitimately life-changing and completely altered the way I think about music. It was totally surreal, as though I was high but it was the best high ever and it lasted for days. I kept yelling out "WHAT?!" and "NO WAY!" and laughing hysterically the whole time?? Bruce Springsteen showed up and I think Paul planned that but then later Bon Jovi showed up just to sing happy birthday and left?? Ridiculous. I have this photo of my parents' faces when Bruce Springsteen walked out and it's really funny. But it was nuts. Like, Paul started playing Blackbird and my mom looked at ME and said "Maya I'm so proud of you" and started crying because she remembered how I learned to play that song on the piano (it was like this little jazzy version) when I was eight and she also started ranting to me about how scared she was about how the world would treat my little sibling because they're nonbinary? She also got a little drunk before the concert and said to me and my siblings "when he plays Maybe I'm Amazed, me and your dad are gonna make out the entire time" which was really funny (that was the song they danced to for their first dance at their wedding). The concert was legitimately altering the chemicals in our brains.

And it really was this crazy feeling for me. Because though I've always loved the Beatles and I had been involved in Beatles fan-spaces before, I really wasn't in the midst of an intense Beatles phase like I am now when I saw the concert. And it swept me off my feet, how much I loved it. I didn't go thinking it was going to be that incredible. I had seen artists I loved in concert before who had even more of a personal nostalgia element and not felt this way. I grew up on Billy Joel's music more so than any other musician, and when I went with my family to see him in concert, it was excellent and I had a great time, but I didn't have this urge to go see him again and again and again. It didn't fundamentally alter the way I viewed his music or music in general. But, man, Paul McCartney... It was just this feeling of loving this music so much. Loving it so so so much. And I didn't even know how much I loved it until I was there, loving it. And it was my parents dancing to Maybe I'm Amazed at their wedding and it was little me playing Blackbird on the piano and it was teasing my siblings to the tune of Honey Pie ("you are driving me crazy, I love you but I'm lazy, so won't you please go home") and it was watching the Yellow Submarine movie three times a week when I was seven and it was singing In My Life at my eight grade graduation and it was getting home from school and opening my falling-apart Lennon/McCartney songbook to pluck out Here, There, and Everywhere on the piano and it was and it was singing Band on the Run in the hallways of my middle school and it was getting Lovely Rita stuck in my head so bad that I couldn't stop singing it. And THEN it was looking up and seeing tens of thousands of people loving it just as much as me. And then I understood Beatlemania and I understand why this made people go insane and I understood everything and it was everything. Then I annoyed everyone for months by never shutting up about seeing Paul in concert.

Other concerts I've really loved were Billy Joel, Dead & Co., Elton John, and various jam bands at various music festivals that I went to as a kid with my entire extended family.

15. What song has the most meaning to you?

Oh man, this is a tough one for me. Cause I generally attach to and am moved the most by songs because of their beauty and sound but not because I connect especially to their meaning, if that makes sense? Let's see. I remember being really moved by Billy Joel's Vienna, though that's a basic choice I suppose. In recent memory, the songs I have been most struck by are The Velvet Underground's I'll Be Your Mirror and Leonard Cohen's Who By Fire. Those mean a lot to me.

22. What songs do you listen to when you're sad?

I know a lot of people tend to listen to sad music when they're sad, but I generally just listen to music that I find either very beautiful or very calming. So this tends to be the Beach Boys (only certain songs though) and the Grateful Dead. Listening to the Grateful Dead makes me think of home. So basically I listen to all of Pet Sounds on repeat and Eyes of the World, Ripple, Uncle John's Band, etc. Oh!! I also find listening to Sgt. Pepper all the way through very reinvigorating. That guitar at the beginning wakes me up. Also Peter, Paul, and Mary! Weave Me the Sunshine makes me so happy. And Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters.

42. For the next week, you can only listen to five songs. What would you choose to listen to?

42!!!!!!!!!!! The meaning of life, the universe, and everything. I set all my alarms to 42 or 18 for good luck.

Ok, on to the actual question, my first instinct here was to list songs that are little medleys in and of themselves, but now I'm thinking I kind of want to get some variety? I don't know, here are my picks:

You Never Give Me Your Money by the Beatles

America by Simon & Garfunkel

Beechwood Park by the Zombies

Son of Sam by Elliott Smith

Uncle John's Band by the Grateful Dead

I can't imagine getting sick of those songs, so I think they'd last me the week.

#my thoughts #my asks

[middleearthpixie]

Miss Fortune ~ Chapter Thirty-One

Miss Fortune - Modern AU

A/N: I'm sorry for how long it's taken for an update to this fic (if anyone is still even reading it, tbh, 🤣) but I hit a snag with writer's block with this particular story, had my muse sneak up on me with After the Fire, and I started grad school two weeks ago, so I don't have quite the same amount of free time. But, this story isn't over just yet, so thank you for hanging in there and please be patient. There will be updates, I just don't know how sporadic they'll be.

Summary: Everyone in Cranford Falls knows the Prescott family. Not only do they run Miss Fortune’s Crystal occult shop in town, but they’re also known for their psychic abilities. On occasion, they’re even called into service to assist the police on particularly difficult cases. All except Alex Prescott, that is. Unlike her three sisters, she’s inherited none of her family’s gifts. At least that was what she thought until the day the dead guy showed up in her bedroom asking for her help in solving a murder. His own.

Six months after his brother Frerin’s death, Detective Thorin Durin is on a downward spiral of self-destruction until Frerin starts showing up in his apartment, claiming his death was not an unfortunate accident but was, in fact a murder. Trouble is, Frerin doesn’t know who did it, so he wants Thorin to reopen the case and solve it, with Alex’s help.

As they work together to find out just exactly what happened to Frerin, Alex and Thorin grow closer. Neither one knows it, but Frerin isn’t just looking to solve his own murder, he’s trying to help his brother cope with his loss as well, and to find happiness with the Prescott sister who’s known as the quiet one…

Summary: Alex confessed to Thorin how she tried to get his attention back in high school, only to have not go quite as planned… 

Pairing: Modern!Thorin x ofc Alex Prescott

Characters: Thorin, Alex, Alanis Durin,

Warnings: Oral Sex (f receiving), unprotected sex

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,741

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The sun streaming in through the windows along the far wall woke Alex. She lifted her head, blinking sleep from her eyes before turning toward the clock on the bookshelf. Quarter to eight. 

Thorin was sound asleep beside her on his back, snoring softly. Some of the exhaustion had vanished from his face. A few days off were exactly what he needed. If only he didn't have to get stabbed and suffer a concussion to get them. 

In the soft golden sunlight, the bandage on his chest stood out against his darker skin, stubble showing around the tape’s perimeter. The itch had to be driving him crazy by now. It might have been a relatively small patch shaved, but considering just how much hair that small patch probably held? He’d go nuts in no time flat. 

She traced her index finger along the line of his beard. It was far thicker than it had been when they first started seeing each other, and she wondered if he ever shaved it completely off. She couldn't recall ever seeing him without a full beard. She was pretty sure it had been full in high school as well. Probably even junior high, but she wouldn’t know. They didn't share a school until her freshman year.

High school. She’d had such a crush on him back then. He had no idea she was alive, but she remembered seeing him on Fridays in his football uniform, and he always looked so much older than the other high school boys. She could still picture him in the tight white pants and the cranberry colored jersey that didn’t quite reach the waist of those pants. He’d lift an arm and his washboard stomach was on display, complete with the dark hair and the happy trail that all the girls loved so much. Gorgeous didn't do him justice. Not even close.

Teddy was a cheerleader back then and Alex remembered being so jealous of her sister. They were both so certain that any day, Thorin Durin would ask Teddy out and while Teddy dreamed of it, Alex dreaded it. 

She’d tried to approach him once, when she was writing for the school newspaper. She’d had the brilliant idea of interviewing a few of the football players and he was at the top of her list. She’d even managed to work up the nerve to linger around the practice field one afternoon, waiting for the guys to finish up practice. Her heart had begun beating so fast when she caught sight of him that she’d thought she might actually faint from it. 

But as the team came off the field, and she hurried toward them before her courage faltered. “Thorin? Can I talk to you—oh!”

She tripped over the edge of the track and went reeling forward, fighting—and failing—to keep her balance. Her knees hit the track, the vibration jolted her notebook and pen from her grasp to send them flying in opposite directions, and she took the skin from her hands as she threw them out to block her fall, letting out a totally undignified, “Oooof!” as she faceplanted.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Concern wove through Thorin’s words as his shadow fell over her. 

“Hey, Durin, looks like another freshman’s falling for you. Too bad it’s the freaky Prescott.”

“Durin, watch out, man, she might put a hex on you!”

“Nah, she can’t do that, only her hot sisters can!”

“Take her behind the bleachers. No one will ever know!”

“Fuck off, Morris,” Thorin growled over all of them as he shoved by them and crouched to swipe up her notebook and pen.“Hey, Alex, right? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she managed to croak, wincing as the other guys burst into laughter again. Her cheeks had to be bright red by that point, and she wished the rubberized track would just swallow her whole. “Can I have them back?”

“Yeah, sure.” He handed both back and reached for her hand again. “Let me help you—”

“I’m fine, really.” She got back to her feet, wincing at the sting in her hands and her knees, and looked down to see she’d ripped her jeans as well. God damn it! She would never live this down.

He regarded her with confused, but friendly, blue eyes. “What did you want?”

“N-nothing. I’m just… nothing… I’ll see you.”

“Alex? Wait a sec—” He tried to grab her arm as she brushed by him, her head down, her eyes stinging with tears. The laughter and taunts from the other jocks rang in her ears as she practically ran back to the school. Her mother promised to pick her up at five. Hopefully, the main office would still be opened, since Alex didn't have a cell phone yet and couldn’t bear the thought of lingering around the school for another half an hour. She wanted to die. She wanted to never set foot in Cranford Falls High School ever again.

“You didn't know I was alive,” she whispered. “At least, not until I made a total jackass of myself in front of you.”

“What did you do?” he whispered back.

She started, but only just. “What?”

He offered up a sleepy smile and opened his eyes. “What are you talking about? When did you make a jackass of yourself in front of me?”

“Nothing.” She sank back into her pillow, tucking a hand beneath her head. “I’m not talking about anything. Just saying goodbye to some old ghosts.” 

“Lexi, what’re you talking about?” The sheets rustled softly as he rolled onto his side, facing her, and also tucked a hand beneath his head.

“You don’t remember the first time we met, do you?”

“Last fall? The argument over Richter versus Hank? Sure I remember it.”

“No.” She shook her head. “See? You don’t.”

“Am I in trouble for not remembering?”

“No. I’m actually kind of glad you don’t, to be honest.”

“Then clue me in.”

“I was a freshman. You were a senior. I was on the school paper and had the genius idea of interviewing you for the school paper. I waited for you to finish up practice one afternoon and as I got up the guts to come talk to you, I tripped over my own two feet and went splat on the track.”

“You wanted to interview me?”

“Thorin, I wanted to get into your pants, like every other girl at Cranford Falls High. I stupidly thought all I had to do was show a little interest, like Teddy or Syd would have had to do. And that’s why I thought interviewing you would work.” She sighed softly. “But I made an ass out of myself instead and it didn’t quite go the way I wanted it to go.”

“Was I a total dick to you about it?”

Despite the way the memory stung, she managed a smile. “Actually, no. You weren’t. The others were, but you were a perfect sweetheart, actually. But I was embarrassed beyond all rational thought and ran away without another word.”

“You were cute in high school.”

“You didn’t even know who I was.”

“Sure I did. Everyone knew the Prescotts.” He winked then. “Even the weird one.”

“Ass.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He scrunched closer to her. “So, you were going to ask me a few questions as a way to get me to try to ask you out?”

“Well, I’d plotted it so much better in my head. And it was all supposed to be simple, you know? I ask you a few questions, you think I’m adorable, and you fall hopelessly in love with me.” She rolled her eyes at how stupid it all seemed now, looking back. Stupid and naive, considering at her best in high school, she still wasn’t the type of a girl a boy like Thorin Durin asked out. And she really was beyond glad he didn't seem to remember any of it. She remembered it enough for the both of them.

“Ah, the plot thickens. What questions were you going to ask me, because honestly? Back then, all you’d have to do is ask, want to get naked? and I’d have been all over you.” He grinned, adding, “Kind of like now, actually.”

“Ha ha. No, I had all these very intelligent questions I spent hours coming up with,” her cheeks grew warm, but she soldiered on, “and you were going to be so wowed because I wasn’t like all those cheerleader types you always asked out. I was going to be one of the guys and that was how I’d get you. I’d know football and you’d be blown away by how much I knew about it. So, I work up this whole list and get the nerve to finally go out to the practice field and waited for you guys to finish and my chance comes? I blew it.”

“You really are better off for it. Trust me.” He sighed, shifting onto his back. “I was eighteen years old, Alex. I was only interested in one thing where girls were concerned and you were the quiet Prescott. The one least likely to give it up. I knew who you were. And you were cute back then, but I didn’t care about cute.” He turned his head in her direction. “I cared about easy. And I had the feeling you’d be anything but that.”

She sighed softly. Why did she even bring it up? It wasn’t a pleasant memory and the last thing she wanted to hear was how the football team thought her a prude and mocked her for even thinking Thorin might be the slightest bit interested in her. 

“God, I was a total loser, Thorin.” She couldn’t hold back her sigh. “I was the freak Prescott. The one nobody paid any attention to, and when I finally got up the nerve to approach you, I fell on my face. Literally and figuratively. Total loser and then some.”

“No, you weren’t.” He reached over to curve his hand against her cheek, his eyes soft but serious. “You were cute. Serious. The guys used to wonder about you, you know. Everyone wonders about the quiet girls. There is something about them… but, they aren’t the ones you usually ask out because they’re usually the ones who won’t give it up and if I’d asked you out back then, it would’ve been for one reason only and that would be to get you in the backseat of my car as soon as possible, and you wouldn’t have gone for that. Never mind that it’s probably a good thing, because getting laid was all I cared about, and I wasn’t so good with calling you the next day, you know?”

She held his gaze, smiling as she said, “I’d have been okay with that. Losing my virginity to Thorin Durin? I dreamed about that happening.”

He just stared at her as if not quite sure whether or not she was being serious. “Lex?”

“What? I’m dead serious, Thorin. I dreamed of being plowed in the back of whatever it was you drove in high school. What could’ve been better?”

He grinned then. “I drove a Pathfinder. You’d have loved the back seat.” He shifted to ease himself over her. “But, you’d wouldn’t have loved having sex with me in it. Not then, anyway. I’m pretty sure you’d have been more than a little disappointed in me back then, honey. All I cared about was getting mine.” 

He settled against her carefully, brushing her lips before adding, “You could go down on me all you wanted, but I wasn't thinking about returning the favor. No way in hell was I doing that. Never mind my idea of foreplay was giving your boobs a quick squeeze, then going in for the kill.”

“Jesus, Thorin, you must’ve left a lot of disappointed girls in your wake.”

He grinned. “Yeah, probably. I was a selfish asshole, if I’m really being honest. As little foreplay as I needed. Forget about giving a girl oral. It took me a while to build up any stamina. I was the twenty second wonder until I finally grew up enough to think about the woman I was with as well. Probably halfway through college before one was patient enough and fed up enough with me to point out what I was doing wrong and showed me how not to do them wrong any more.”

“Lucky girl.” She reached up to trace her finger along the line of his jaw. “But, you’re telling me this why?”

He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t know. But, you benefit so… because we both know I’m really fucking good at oral now and I make your eyes cross on a regular basis, so…”

“Yeah, you’re not bad at it.”

“Not bad? I could make you scream if I wanted to, Lexi. You know that, right?”

“Do I? I mean, you sound pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Durin, but I’m not so sure…”

“You doubt me, Ms Prescott?”

“What if I did?”

A wicked glint came to his eyes, one that threatened to steal the breath from her lungs, as did the equally wicked smile curving his lips. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing her lips with his, “come on up and sit on my face. I’ll make you come so fucking hard, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven…”

“Thorin!”

“What?” He caught her around the waist and rolled onto his back, tugging her atop him. “Oh, was that too coarse for you, Lex? You want me to be fluffier? More romantic?”

His low growl set her body tingling. “Now, hold on, I didn't say that. I told you, I like bad boy Thorin.”

“Oh, yeah?” He tugged her flush against him, trailing his lips long her neck, flicking his tongue along sensitive skin as he did. “What do you want me to say, honey? You want me to tell you how hot you are? How you turn me on without doing a damn thing?”

“It’s a start. But, that’s not really too bad boy, you know? That’s actually kind of tame.”

“A start? Tame? Okay, hang on…” He caught her earlobe in teasing teeth, then released it to whisper, “You want me to tell you I love the way you taste? The scent of you? How it feels to know you get so wet for me. How you make me so fucking hard without even trying?”

“Thorin…” Her eyes closed, his silky voice sending a shiver along her spine. “Oh, I like this…”

“Yeah? You make me ache for you, honey… I think about you all day, think about what I want to do to you, how I want to see you on your knees in front of me, taking my cock nice and slow in that beautiful mouth… or how much I love the feel of your legs over my shoulders and my tongue on you, making you slick and sweet, how much I love hearing you moan out my name when you come, knowing I’m the one making you feel what you’re feeling. How seeing me slip inside you is enough to make me want to come the moment it happens. Seeing how you take me, how deep I can go, Christ, Lex, there is nothing like making love to you… Sex with you is the best sex I’ve ever had, honey. And I love you. I love everything about you, my quiet little girl. Everything.”

“Damn…” she breathed, gazing down at him, “that was good.”

“Oh, just wait, baby, I’m not finished with you yet,” he purred, catching her camisole by its hem to push up. The cool breeze brought on by the slowly whirring ceiling fan skittered across her skin as he eased the camisole over her breasts, as he tugged it up and over her head. 

He hooked his fingers in her pale green lacy bikinis. “Take these off and let me prove it to you.”

“Your mom and dad are right downstairs.”

His grin grew wolfish. “So be quiet. I mean, if you can.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Durin?”

“Damn straight it is.” As he talked, he slipped finger beneath that green lace and as it slid along her, she couldn’t hold back her sigh. Fire rumbled through her, her hips moving slowly to meet his rhythm. Her head did a slow spin, her eyes growing heavy lidded as her blood heated with desire that quickly swept through her entire body.

“You know what?” he murmured, his hands on her hips, tugging her up. “You don’t even need to take them off.”

“Thorin, what are you—oh!” Her fingers stretched out to grip the white wicker headboard, tightening involuntarily about it as he shifted her up and over him, nudged aside the lace, and flicked his tongue slowly against her. “Oh, Thorin…”

His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her above him as he teased her with those slow flicks and silken caresses. She shivered against him as the delicious sensations tingled their way through her. It felt so utterly wicked, as she had to fight to keep from crying out as he brought her to the very edge of madness, her body tingling and aching for release, in only a matter of minutes. Each caress made her ache a little more for him. And when she forced her heavy-lidded eyes open and looked down to find him watching her, she almost climaxed right then and there at the fire in his blue eyes. 

She reached down between her knees, shoving her fingers into his hair, holding him as she slowly rocked against him. His fingers tightened on her, his strokes harder and faster now. His name bubbled to her lips and she bit down on her bottom lip to hold it back as white-hot pleasure flooded her and the knots came undone. He hadn’t lied. If they were alone in his apartment, she had no doubt she’d scream from the fiery bliss sweeping through her. She had to bite back her cry, her fingers going white where she laced them through the wicker. He brought her to the edge, held her over it, and then—

“Thorin!” She managed to hold back her cry, his name bubbling forth as a strangled whisper. He held her completely still as she came, teasing her, torturing her, until she shuddered against him and sank against the headboard, breathing, “Oh, god… Thorin…” as she fought for air. 

His grin was was almost Cheshire Cat-like as she slid back down to seize his lips with hers. As she kissed him, she reached down, tugged down the waistband of his briefs just enough to reach for him, rocked back and—

“Alex…” His voice was no more than a hoarse whisper as she came down onto him and slid slowly down until she sheathed him entirely. His fingers tightened on her hips, his eyes heavy-lidded and sinful as he whispered, “Christ, you feel good…”

His hands swept up along her hips, her waist, up to cup her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. He arched to meet her, moaning softly in his throat as she moved faster against him, her hips rolling slowly as she savored each sensations he sent scorching through her. “Ride me, beautiful,” he growled, thrusting hard into her. A sinful smile played at his lips. “Squeeze me just like that… God, I want to make you come again…”

As he spoke, he released one breast to slip that hand between them and a moment later, spiky hot pleasure tore through her again as she tensed around him. Everything was so sensitive, his caress almost hurt, but she found the slight pain mingled with the pleasure to make her tighten around him once more. She shivered, her control slowly slipping away, her body tingling from head to toe as the strongest pleasure she’d ever known began its slow spiral through her. 

“Thorin…” Her eyes closed, her hips moving of their own now. She shuddered against him, the tingles sharper and hotter and multiplying by the hundreds as he drove her to the edge once more.

“Baby… keep doing th-that—oh!” He slid his hand free, then arched with a fury, his thrust sending him deep inside her. She shivered. Erupted. Melted. Her fingernails dug into his chest, just below the bandage, as she threw her head back, arched her back, and surrendered to the moment.

He came then, shuddering under her, growling her name, a muscle bulging in his jaw, his fingers biting into her thighs. For a moment, she thought she’d pass out, her head spun so badly and as she sank against him, she squeeze her eyes shut, almost crying from the fiery pleasure still burning its way through her.

He wrapped his arms about her, his breath coming in short, hard bursts. He cradled her, whispering breathlessly, “Holy shit…Oh, sweetheart… Oh, shit, what you do to me…”

“What I do to you?” She lifted her head, shoving her hair out of her eyes. “I didn't do anything to you.”

“The hell you didn’t,” he offered with a grin. “My body is numb from how incredible that felt.” He traced his fingertips down along her back, wincing as she shifted and the fullness inside her disappeared. He tugged her down to meet his kiss, whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She snuggled again him, tucking her head into the slope of his neck, brushing her lips lightly along the bristly scruff that was the beginning of his beard. He sighed softly. “I like how that feels.”

“Good to know,” she whispered back.

He went quiet, his fingers sweeping lightly along her back. He pressed a kiss into her temple. And as she lay there in his arms, Alex knew there was no where else she’d want to be, and no other man with whom she wanted to be. 

But, the universe didn't necessarily care, as seen by the fact that his phone rang just as she was dozing back off against him. He shifted slightly to snag it, and frowned as he looked at the screen. “It’s Laini, Lex. I have to take this.”

“Laini?”

“One of my hookers.”

“Oh, right. Laini.” She grinned, easing off him. How many other women would be perfectly okay with her boyfriend having hookers who called him at all hours? Somehow, she didn't think there were many.

He toggled to accept and said, “Lieutenant Durin.”

She rolled away from him, only to have him snake an arm about her waist and dragged her back up against him. “Yeah, Laini, what’s up?”

Alex sighed softly, turning toward him to snuggle against him, tucking her head in the curve of his chest and shoulder, then whispered, “I smell coffee.”

“Hold on a second, Laini.” Thorin lowered the phone and whispered, “Go on down, I’ll come down as soon as I’m done here.”

She nodded, brushed his lips with a kiss, then slipped from the bed as he said, “Okay, I’m back.”

The room was chilly, so she drew on the hoodie she’d thrown into her bag as she left the room and pulled the door closed behind her, fluffing her hair over her shoulders as she made her way below. The rich scent of fresh coffee greeted her, and as she padded into the kitchen, Alanis looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Alex. Coffee is fresh and there’s half and half in the fridge.”

“Thank you,” she replied, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear as she moved to the coffee pot, where two clean mugs stood alongside it. 

“Thorin keeps threatening to buy us a Keurig, but so far, it’s an empty threat,” Alanis said. “Is he still sleeping?”

“No. He’s on the phone, actually.” She poured coffee into one of the mugs, added half and half and sugar, stirred, then brought the cup over to the breakfast bar, where she pulled out a stool and sat. “An informant, which sounds so buddy-cop-movie-ish, but that’s what she is.”

Alanis set down her own cup. “He works too hard. I’m always telling him he needs to learn to relax a bit.”

Her gaze lingered on Alex and for a moment, Alex wondered if Thorin’s mother knew what they’d been doing just a few minutes earlier. They’d been quiet, but if she’d been right outside Thorin’s room for any reason…

Hopefully her face wouldn’t get much warmer. She certainly didn't want to give them away, but it was a little unnerving, so she nodded. “I know, but you know how it is.”

“All too well. Thorin’s father was with the department for almost thirty years. I know it all too well. And I never used to really worry about him or Thorin, or Frerin. And then… well… you know what happened to Frerin.”

Alex nodded slowly. “I do, yeah. Thorin’s told me, and I remember when it happened. My gram tried to help solve his death and I’m so sorry we couldn’t. It’s funny, everyone in my family has this weird gift that’s supposed to be handy for unsolved cases and missing persons and all that, but it wasn’t such a gift for this.”

“Thorin told me that—oh, this would sound crazy to anyone else, but somehow, I don’t think you’ll find it so crazy at all—but I saw him. Frerin. Last night. And I didn't want to believe it was him all those times before because I thought it would hurt too much, but you know? It was… nice… I mean, nice isn’t really the right word, but… oh, I sound crazy, don’t I?”

“No.” Alex told her softly. “It doesn’t sound crazy at all. Did it bring you any peace?”

“Yes and no. He said he’d come back and I’ll be able to talk to him a little longer next time and I’ve… I’ve missed that so much.” Alanis let out a soft laugh, then looked down at her coffee cup for a long moment, then drew in a deep breath and looked back up. “Can you see him?”

“I can, yes. He’s been showing up in my room for a while now. And it was weird at first, but I’ve gotten used to him, I guess.”

“Good. I’m glad you can. And I’ll bet Thorin is, too. He took Frerin’s death so hard. And I was really worried about him for the longest time. But now, seeing you with him, and seeing him happy with you? I don’t think I need to worry quite that much any more.” A sad smile came to Alanis’ lips and her eyes grew shiny. “I know your family knows a lot about this sort of thing, and Thorin told me that he—he might be able to solve who killed Frerin.”

Alex nodded. “Yeah. The woman he’s on the phone with has been helping him.”

“Let me guess,” Alanis’ expression brightened. “Laini?”

Alex couldn't hold back her laugh. “I guess he’s talked about her?”

“He’s mentioned her a few times. I’m probably the only woman who doesn’t mind her son hanging around prostitutes on a regular basis.”

“I’m not hanging around with them,” Thorin told her, coming around into the kitchen, scratching absently at the bandage on his chest as he padded to the coffeepot and filled the last cup. “At least not, often.”

He lifted the cup to his lips for a sip, still scratching when he lowered it. “Where’s Dad?”

“He went to the bakery and don’t scratch at that! You’ll rip a stitch open and end up with an infection.”

“It itches and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Even so, suck it up and let it be.” She moved to the refrigerator to take out a fresh carton of half and half and pressed it toward him. “That one’s got to be nearly empty. So, what did your informant have to say?”

“Looks like George is up to his old tricks.”

A shiver ran down Alex’s spine. “What?”

“Yeah.” His expression grew grim. “He must’ve still been pissed about Laini playing him the other day. Someone set fire to her house sometime last night and burned it to the ground, and I’ll bet a year’s salary we know who someone is.”

#Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #Thorin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #Detective AU #Parapsychology #Thriller AU

[jerzwriter]

Bringing you some more headcanons! Honestly these are so fun! Kudos to whoever came up with this game!

I'd like to think Ethan would be a helicopter parent; but not in this overly bossy way, rather like super duper overprotective to the point where Kaycee would have to yank Emma away from him when they send her off to college.

Kaycee played some sport (?) in school, idk she gives me soccer girl vibes or maybe the FC does? Idk lmfao.

Tobias would've taken up odd jobs in high school and college. Like the oddest of jobs. I'd like to think he might have had a short-lived career as a magician, although that might be too crackheady.

Casey is a massive coffee mug collector.

Tobias is the "Don't tell Mom, but I've got a huge tub of icecream" parent towards his kids.

Ethan in Emma's parent-teacher conference would be at least, a little intimidating. I feel like he's the type of parent to get super defensive over his kid and would question why certain things are the way they are.

I might actually go to jail for this but.. mayybe Casey might've had a little crush on Jackie/Aurora? It is probably a one-time thing but has she ever had one?

Ethan collects different blends of coffee as a hobby and has a huge stack of it in his shelf and nearly scares Kaycee to the Moon when she sees like, fifty boxes of varying flavours just stacked up against and Ethan's like "Oh that's my coffee cabinet" and Kaycee s like "Your coffee WHAT?!"

OMG Mads these are amazing! Let's look at them:

Helicopter parent Ethan. OMFG YES! This fic (Candyland) is one of my faves - because it's a contrast of E/K and T/C parenting styles. As you can see, Ethan thinks his little girl is perfect, and when she's less than, Kaycee has to talk him off the ledge because he's convinced this means she's destined for a life of crime. 😂😂😂 I believe Kaycee could have been a helicopter parent, but when she saw how Ethan was, she was like, "Nah. Emma needs one sane parent." You hit the nail on the head with this one.

Kaycee & Sports: Kaycee enjoys sports, but she was more of a spectator. However, she was an excellent figure skater. She was scouted to go pro, but it was a far too expensive undertaking for her parents to commit to.

Tobias's Odd Jobs: If my Tobias wasn't a trust-fund baby, I could see this. But my Tobias was a trust-fund baby, so I don't see him working at all in high school and not much in college. In college, it would probably be jobs/internships related to his career only. (But if not, yep. I see it. Like a clown at kid parties lmao)

Casey Mug Collector: I can see this... in general, she doesn't like a lot of clutter, but I can see this. It probably drives Tobias a little nuts, because he doesn't like clutter either. Of course, he ends up buying her most of them, so he can't complain. lol

Tobias "Don't tell Mom": LMAO OMG I see it. Now, on major issues, they agreed to always, always present a united front, and they do. But on things like this, 100%. Casey: "Honey, I'm working late tonight. Can you handle dinner?" T: "Of course, baby." C: "And don't let our little demons convince you to order pizza!" Hours later T: "Come on, we have to get the pizza boxes out of here or your mom will kick my ass." (PS Sammy outs him the second Casey walks in the door. lol) I love this!

Ethan's Parent-Child Conference: YES! YES! A thousand times, YES!

Casey's Crushes: I can totally see this (you have a get-out-of-jail-free card lmao), but this is how I'd see it. Casey and Jackie hit it off really well when they meet, and Jackie has that spunky/sarcasm Casey loves. She has a crush on her, and she is considering telling her (a little leery because they're roommates/friends and doesn't want it to be awkward), but then Jackie goes into that brief asshole stage in Book 1, and that puts the whole crush on ice for Casey. As far as Aurora, I can see Kaycee being the one with the crush on Aurora. Kaycee and Aurora would actually be a great match. So I can see Kaycee nursing a little crush, but not one she'd act on, as she's already with Ethan in my HC.

Ethan's Coffee Collection: FOR SURE! And I think he has a Scotch collection too! lol

These were great! Thanks, Mads!

#hc asks #ethan ramsey #ethan x kaycee #tobias carrick #tobias x casey #asks answered #inlocusmads

[eddiemunsonwoofty]

Fix Me - Part Five

Summary: You reach out to the local "freak"/drug dealer for some kind of escape after your mom dies. Turns out he's the escape you needed.

Caution: kissing, necking (f receiving), drug use. The start of some serious sexual interaction.

📝: I have none really other than I'm loving this little series I've put together.

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Finally I'd made my way home. School was a total haze. It usually was for me, but today the haze was filled with Eddie and this feeling I had for him. I still wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I liked him and how he could make me laugh. Maybe this was just turning into a really nice friendship. Maybe more than friends. Maybe it was nothing. Who knows.

I ran up to my bedroom to change. It was starting to get pretty warm in Hawkins and my usual get up was just to much. I dug around the back of my drawer for a pair of shorts. I had plenty of them, but I wanted a pair of shorts that didn't cry out "SLUT!" As all my old clothes were. I finally settle on a pair of black ones. They were still pretty short, they would just have to do.

I heard the front door open. It was Steve. He worked at family video pretty much every day. He had most Fridays off but not all the time. I popped my head out of my door. "I'm here, in case you were trying to freak and call dad again!" I hollered. I could here him smirk. "Good to know!" He responded.

I decided to leave on the oversized tee I had been wearing. I head downstairs and found Steve in the kitchen. "How was your day?" I asked. "Uh...pretty good actually, I met a girl in the video store and I'm gonna take her out tonight." He seemed pretty excited about it. "Well?" I pried. "Who is it?" "It's this girl Meagan, I think she graduated last year...I'm not really sure, but she is a smoke show!" He said with even more excitement.

I just rolled my eyes and smiled at him. He grabbed a fresh shirt from the laundry and changed out of his work clothes. "Don't wait up for me kid." Steve gave me a wink and hastily walked out the door.

*Ring, Ring* went the phone. *Ring, Ring* I really didn't feel like talking to whoever was on the other end of it, so I just let it go to the answering machine. *beep* "Steve, y/n, anybody home?... Well ok, its dad and I've decided to go out after work with a few colleagues. Its been a crazy day here at the office. I'll see you later kids....Lo-love you guys. " *beep* Hmmm.....I guess I have the place to myself. I was ok with that.

I had a fully laid out plan for my evening. I was going to actually eat dinner tonight (without being forced) so I didn't wake up starving like I did this morning. Then I was going to take a bath and shave literally everything. I remembered yesterday that I could feel every hair on my legs pushing against my jeans while I was high and it was driving me nuts! Then I was going to step out on my "balcony", (really just the roof I could reach outside my window) and smoke. Then to bed and hope for another successful night without nightmares.

That was the most relaxing bath I think I'd ever taken. I tried to set the mood and light some candles and add bubbles. I was already somewhat tired so I put my shorts and t-shirt back on. I left the bra and panties there. I was done for the evening, I had no need for them now.

After brushing my hair and teeth, I head for the jewelry box. I pulled the joint out of the top drawer, grab my cup of water, and head for the window.

*Ding, Dong* "Are you fucking kidding me?" I say as loud as I could. Hopefully whoever it was would hear me and leave. I looked at the clock. 9:30. Who the fuck would be here this late. *Ding, dong, Ding, dong, Ding, dong* whoever it was just kept pressing the door bell over and over again. I rush down the stares to answer the door. It was....Eddie.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked angrily. Not because he was at my front door, but because he just rang my doorbell like a 3 year old who just figured out thats what a doorbell does. "I've been thinking, princess." He says, and he asserts himself through the door. "What, Eddie, what could you possibly be thinking?" I ask sarcastically.

"Well, I am thinking, that I'm fucking insane for just giving your free bud." His eyebrows raised. "I never give away anything...for free." He stepped closer to me. "You know, princess, I can't let word get out that I'm letting someone get one over on me. Everyone would try if so." He kept getting closer to me. I tried to step back but when I did, a wall stopped me.

Holy...shit! Eddie Munson now has be backed against a wall and he keeps getting closer, and closer. The look in his eyes is one I've never seen before. His eyes burned into me, like he was hungry. The smile he had on his face was a smile only serial killers would have. And I had never been more turned on by it. By this point he was right in my face. I could feel his chest against mine. "Wh-what do you, want for it? My breath deepened. Everytime I breathed in I could feel my breasts push against his chest. He leaned in towards me. He was so close to my mouth that they warmed to his breath.

He reached up and brushed some hair out of my face. "Well, y/n I want you....to smoke with me again, LETS GO!" He hollered as he jumped back from me. He grabbed my wrist and hauled me up the stairs. We made it to my door. "If I remember right, thats Harrington's room," he said pointing across the hall to Steve's door. "Sooo...this must be yours." He smiled and booped my nose. He opened the door and practically slung me inside it, then shut the door. How did he know so much about my house? Is he a stalker or some shit?

"What the fuck, Eddie!" I exclaim as I shove his hand off my wrist. "You can't just hang out here! You know Steve can't stand you!" "Last I checked, Harrington's not here." He said with his serial killer smile again. "What do you really want, Munson?" I say with a sort of pout. "I told, you princess," he said as he lifted my chin, "I can't be giving out free product." He made a chuckle under his breath. "Lets blaze, baby, where's the joint?" I roll my eyes and walk towards the window. Why is he teasing me? Is he crushing on me too, and I just don't know how to tell anymore? I used to have such a good radar for guys. Maybe its because Eddie was so different from all of them.

"I was going to smoke out here," I say, nodding towards the rooftop. " I didn't want to smell up the house." Eddie walks over and looks out to see no railing and a somewhat steep roof. "You're ballsy, y/n, I dig it." He steps through the window first and turns around to help me out. I hand him my cup of water and then he takes my hand with his free one.

I found a spot that I felt comfortable at. Eddie scurried over and sat beside me. He lit the joint and just like last time, puffed it twice and passed it to me. "So the only reason your here is to smoke the weed you gave me?" I ask as I take my first hit. Eddie smiles, puts his hands up to cover his face and sighs. As he pulls his hands down he says "oh man, you really don't take hints very well. Do you, princess? " "Uh, I guess I dont." I said, embarrassed. He did like me, I bet I just ruined it. Why did I even care if I did? Two days ago I couldn't stand him. "Explain, Munson, please?" I beg.

"Well, you know that shotgun, that I said was just a shotgun? He flirted. "Yeah?" Warmth started to rise in my belly and.... other areas. "I lied, I wanted to see what your lips felt like." His grin got wider, "I've always had a crush on you. Even when you were fucking around with all those loser, jock boyfriends." He lowered his head seeming to be embarrassed himself. "Are you serious, Eddie?" I asked. "Yeah." He said covering his face again.

I passed him back the joint. "I like you too, Eddie. I realized it yesterday. That you were the first person to make me laugh in a long time." "And when you kissed me," I say sarcastically giving him a nudge with my shoulder. "I liked it. It felt good. I haven't felt good in a long time either."

"Wow, it felt good?" He said kind of sly as he turned to look at me. "How about I give you and actual kiss and we'll see how much you like it, princess?" I nodded my head yes. He took one more hit and blew it out before he leaned toward me.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. I could feel the cold of his rings on me, and it made the warmth in my stomach turn into a fire between my legs. As he got to my lips he looked at me and smiled. God that fucking smile. Brushed his lips against mine, then pressed against me. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth and rolled it gently around mine. This kiss was hot, this kiss was full of desire that I could feel coming off of him. He wanted me and, fuck did I want him. I tried to move closer to him, but he then lifted his lips off mine. I pouted. "Easy, princess." He said as he took a hit and blew me another shot gun. Once I blew out the smoke he kissed me again. His hand moved from around the back of my neck, to around the front of it. He squeezed a little and I heard myself moan into his mouth. "Oh, yes you do like it." His eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip. "Tell me if you like this " he said as he pushed my head back and bit my neck. I moaned again. Obviously, I liked it. He started to devour my neck. With out lifting up he handed me back the joint. "Hit it, baby" he said as he began sucking my skin right behind my ear. I could feel the mark he was leaving, but I didn't stop him. I took a hit and held it. He moved his lips down to my collarbone. I blew out. "Oh fuck, Eddie." I moaned as I grabbed a fist full of his hair. "Lets go inside, princess." He said as he took one last hit of the joint. Then dropped it into my glass of water.

We go back into my room, I went to the bathroom and took a drink from the sink. I came back out to see Eddie taking off his vest and leather jacket. He had on a plain black tee this time, instead of usual Hellfire one. He turned around and looked at me. Those eyes burned into me again.

He smiled at me and said, "Get on the bed, princess."

#eddie #eddie munson #strangerthingsedit #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson smut

[labyriinths]

@tofeelthecold “If you ask me, what’s really missing here is a little…tact.” (To Maddie from Wally)

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When she said yes to Wally a part of her --she hadn't accessed in a while-- was kind of excited about it. He hadn't been at all what she expected; hadn't even entertained the possibility she could enjoy being dead. But he'd done that. Showed her kindness, and challenged her views. Almost like a mirror, she saw they weren't so different after all if you took away their labels. So, allowing herself something to celebrate for a change she said yes. If he could take a chance on her, she could take a chance to see if this could bring her some relief. But, she still didn't know how she died.

Her eyes continued to search the room, until it found the two latest suspects of the evening. Watching Xavier and Claire whispering to each other was driving her nuts. It took all the effort in her to not hover directly over them to get in every word. But, that would ruin being Wally's date for the evening. He must have been commenting about the hovering other people were doing around the picture Simon placed of her at the dance--because when she heard him, a 'huh?' escaped her before following his gaze.

Ah.

"That's the closest to notorioty I'll ever get in this place." Simon had really signed the 'in your concious,' sort of torture. It did almost feel poetic. "I'm not even sure I would have stepped in here if I was still...alive," she confessed. Maddie never saw the point. Popularity didn't reel her in, or made her feel like she was missing out. No, she was drawn by a lot of other things and high school just didn't feel like it ever 'fit,' her properly. At least no anything extra curricular. Reading though? She could dive into those worlds forever. Dissect each scene and take a step back to see how the process got there...she was enthralled. Even more so in films.

And yet-- she had to admit the way Wally set up the evening, she did feel like this experience (however cliche) was actually fun. Maybe life could have been different if someone like him, or even he was in school with her. In her time frame. Maybe she wouldn't have turned up dead. Maybe they would have saved each other some how. A lot of maybes. Was that her life now? She really did want to let it go, but--she couldn't. Forcing a smile she added. "You make it seem so natural though. Fun. I'm not used to that."

#muse maddie #tofeelthecold #S.S. ~ $poilers #}sorry i got in her a head longer than usual xD but here you go

[penmansparadise]

Robin Buckley ~ The Drive-In

*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None

a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad.  I just want to thank everyone for reading, liking, and reblogging on my stuff.  I am happy to say that the next post I make will be, insert dramatic drumroll, part two to The Adventurer and the Dungeon Master!!!!!  I know how much you all have been wanting me to write this, and I know you've been waiting.  I'll start outlining it tonight and hopefully have it up in the next couple of days!  As usual, my requests are still open, but it will take me a while to get to any new ones.  If you don't mind the wait, go ahead and send them in!  Thanks again for all the support.  You all are so amazing!!

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You shoved your hands into your pockets as you walked up to the Family Video. This had become your new hangout, and it was not because Steve Harrington worked there. It was because Robin Buckley did. Even though you never admitted it aloud to anybody, you had a huge crush on her. It started years ago as a little thing but grew until your feelings for her were untamable. At first, you tried to avoid her, afraid of exposing yourself. But that didn’t last long. Soon you were attending high school sporting events just to see her in her little band uniform. Then she got a job at Scoops Ahoy, and you went to the ice cream parlor every day. In the summer of 1985, you probably had more ice cream than actual food. When she started working at Family Video, you started showing up there. You were slowly making your way through each genre of movie, ensuring that you always had a reason to visit her at work.

Today was no different as you approached the door. She and Steve Harrington were standing at the counter in the center of the store when you entered. The little bell above the door signaled your entrance, and their conversation immediately stopped. You gave a little nod and waved as you made your way toward the Sci-Fi section of the store. Your fingers slid across the VHS tapes, but you weren’t paying attention to what you were touching. Instead, your eyes were fixed on Robin and the way her bangs bounced over her forehead when she moved to wipe down the counter. You grabbed a tape, pretending to be interested in the movie, when you heard Steve start talking.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” His voice was low, but you could still pick up what he was saying.

“Because,” Robin said, “what if she’s not, you know, into me?”

You put the tape you had in your hands back and grabbed another, feigning fascination. Steve let out a dry laugh.

“Are you blind? She’s not coming in here for the movies, Robin.”

Your eyes shot up at his comment. You surveyed the store to make sure you were the only person there, and your heart swelled when you realized it was only the three of you.

“Just ask her to go out tonight,” Steve said, earning a squeak from Robin.

“Tonight!? Are you nuts?”

“There’s a drive-in going on at Lincoln Park tonight. Take her.”

You put the tape back and slowly started moving toward the counter.

“I don’t have a car, Steve.”

“But I do,” you said as you came to a halt in front of them.

The two of them stood, frozen in place, clearly not thinking you had been listening. You looked at Robin, whose cheeks turned crimson at having been caught. A small smile pulled at your lips as you stared at her.

“And I’d love to go. What time is it at?”

“Eight,” Steve said, “and they’re playing The Goonies. It’s a classic. You’ll love it.”

Robin gave Steve a look, and he just shrugged. You chuckled.

“Great. I’ll pick you up…” you trailed off in question. Robin didn’t answer until Steve gave her arm a nudge.

“Here,” she said a little too loudly, “you can pick me up here.”

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach dancing in excitement, but you bit back the squeal that wanted to claw its way out of you.

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight then,” you said before turning and showing yourself out.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. It felt like it had been days when it had only been hours. Then, finally, you were sitting at your dinner table with your parents. Your parents weren’t usually concerned about your whereabouts, but since teenagers started dropping dead, they were increasingly becoming stricter. You looked at them as you pushed food around on your plate.

“Hey,” you said, coughing a little, “so, there’s this drive-in tonight, and I was wondering if maybe I could go.”

You had high hopes. Maybe your parents hadn’t been watching the news as much as you suspected. But when your mother nearly choked on her food, you knew what the answer was going to be.

“What!?” She asked, then started shaking her head, “Absolutely not! Teenagers are being murdered left and right, and you want to go out after dark? No.”

“But-”

“I said no.”

Your mother gave you a stern look, and you dropped the subject, finishing your meal.

After helping clean up, you retired to your room. The minutes were ticking by, and you knew you had to make a decision quick. You were pacing your room, hands wringing. Then, as you did a lap around your furniture, your eyes fell on your window, and you stopped knowing exactly what needed to happen. If your parents wouldn’t let you go willingly, you’d just sneak out.

You checked the clock and had about fifteen minutes before the movie was supposed to start. So, you walked out to the living room where your parents were sitting on the couch. As soon as they could see you, you rubbed your eyes and then stretched your arms over your head.

“Well,” you said through a fake yawn, “I’m actually really tired, so I’m just gonna go lie down for the night. Good night!”

You gave them each a hug, then hustled back to your room, locking the door behind you just in case. As you approached your window, your heart felt like it was about to explode. This was a first for you. Usually, you never defied your parents, but there was no way you were going to miss a date with Robin. Not after you had waited years to even get this far. A couple of murders were not going to stop you now. You grabbed your bag, lifted the pane of glass with shaky hands, and stepped out onto the dewy grass.

As you walked up to your car in the driveway, you could see the light of the flickering TV in your living room. You quickly unlocked the car door and turned on the car before releasing the parking brake and putting it into neutral. The vehicle started silently rolling down the driveway. You turned the wheel enough to maneuver the car onto the road, then turned the ignition and drove off. Once you were far enough away, you flipped on your lights and headed toward Family Video.

By the time you rolled up in front of the store, Robin was already standing there bouncing on the balls of her feet. You unlocked the door, and she hopped in. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat. She looked beautiful. The moonlight cast shadows on her face making her look like an angel. Every time she blinked, the shine from the streetlight glistened in her long lashes. You could have sat there all night and stared at her. Forget the movie. She was the only thing you wanted to watch, even if she wasn’t doing anything. But after a minute of staring, you cleared your throat and looked away.

“Sorry, I’m late. I had to, uh, sneak out.”

Robin let out a scoff.

“You too?”

You turned to face her again and were taken back. Even after all these years, you had never gotten a good look at her eyes until that moment. Blue as the sky and soft like a blanket. You wanted to kick yourself for denying yourself the pleasure of looking into the most captivating pair of eyes you had ever seen. You let out a little laugh, finally gathering yourself to respond to her question.

“Yeah,” you said, a smile forming on your lips, “me too.”

Robin held your gaze for a beat, then turned to look out the window as you began driving toward Lincoln Park.

The drive from Family Video to the park was not long, but the awkward silence filling the car made it feel like hours before you finally arrived and pulled into a spot. You turned the car off and looked over at Robin, whose leg was bouncing uncontrollably. She refused to look at you, and you could see her heavy breathing. You gulped down your own nerves as you placed a hand on her leg, her bouncing ceasing immediately as she turned to face you.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” you said before pulling your hand back. But as soon as your hand was gone, her leg started hopping again.

“Sorry,” she said, with a nervous giggle, “it’s just been a while since I’ve been on a date.” Her eyes grew wide at her statement.

“Did I say date? That’s not what I meant. I mean, unless this is a date. You never specified.” She shook her head.

“Sorry, am I rambling? I do that when I’m around someone I find really pretty.” Her face scrunched up, and she let out a breath.

“I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

You could feel the heat burning on your cheeks. Robin thought you were pretty. And what’s better, she thought you were so pretty that she was a nervous wreck around you. You stared at her, and your heart overflowed with joy. She was cute fumbling and bumbling over her words in the passenger seat of your car. You swallowed down your excitement.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Robin looked at you again, and you could see the war raging in her mind at the question. But she finally let out a sigh and nodded.

“Uh…y-yes, I do.”

A wide grin took over your face, and a giggle you couldn’t suppress bubbled out.

“I think you’re pretty too, Robin.”

You could see the storm clear in her eyes, and a small smile pulled at her lips before she turned back to the movie.

Silence fell over the two of you again as you tried to focus on the movie. But you couldn’t seem to keep yourself from sneaking glances at the girl next to you. Even without looking at her, you were so aware of her being there. Both of you had your arms resting on the center console, and you could feel the warmth radiating from her. Your hands were so close, and every part of you itched to reach out and touch her, but you resisted. That was until you felt Robin’s fingertips grazed over the top of your hand. Your heart skipped as you slowly turned your hand over and allowed her slender fingers to interlock with yours. For the remainder of the movie, you couldn’t do anything but focus on the way Robin’s hand felt in yours. You didn’t even care that you paid to get into the drive-in. You could watch The Goonies another time. The only thing that mattered at that moment was finding a way to memorize Robin’s touch.

When the movie finally ended, you pulled out of the drive-in, never letting go of Robin’s hand. You drove back to Family Video and put the car in park. At first, neither of you said anything. You just sat there in the comfortable silence until you turned to Robin.

“Thanks for taking me tonight.”

Robin chuckled.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

You let out a little laugh before staring down at your intertwined fingers. You rubbed your thumb on the back of her hand.

“You know,” you said, “Steve wasn’t wrong earlier.”

Robin’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What? About the movie? I don’t know. I wouldn’t consider it a classic, but it wasn’t bad.”

“No,” you said between bouts of laughter, “about me. I don’t go to the store for the movies, and I’m definitely not going for Steve.”

Robin’s mouth was open just slightly, her lips forming a perfect ‘o,’ sending shivers down your spine. You felt like you were shaking from how nervous you were, but you pressed on, giving her hand a light squeeze and locking your stare on her.

“I go for you.”

The comfortable silence was replaced with tension so thick you could almost grab it out of the air. Neither of you looked away or let go of the other’s hand as you sat there. You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, but it was like you were possessed by some other confident person. On any normal day, you would never make the first move, but you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned forward and used your free hand to brush Robin’s hair behind her ear before slowly bringing your lips to hers. It was a soft kiss. Slow and unhurried. Neither of you were in a rush to have the moment end. Your head was exploding, and you felt tingles all over your body. When you finally pulled back, you could see the red tint on Robin’s cheeks, and you smiled.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a very long time,” you said.

Robin brought her fingers to her lips and nodded.

“Yeah, me too. Can I do it again?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

Robin shook her head.

“Sorry, I thought it was good dating etiquette to ask.” Her eyes widened before she smacked her forehead with her hand.

“I said date again, didn’t I? Sorry, we still haven’t clarified. But I’d really like it to be one. But no pressure, you know? Don’t feel like obligated now. I’m rambling again.”

You started laughing as you placed your forefinger over her lips and started shushing her. You moved your hand to grab the back of her head and pulled her into another kiss. It was shorter than you wanted, but you knew that if you didn’t stop yourself, you would spend the rest of the night kissing her from head to toe. Robin let out a sigh.

“I should probably go.”

“Okay,” you said, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I have to work.”

You nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Robin chuckled at your certainty before exiting your car. You watched her walk down the street until you couldn’t see her anymore. Even after she was gone, you still waited another minute before driving back home. The sensation of Robin’s lips on yours was burned in your memory. You were high on the feeling of Robin’s fingers curling around yours. You didn’t even care if your parents found out you snuck out because you knew any punishment would be worth it. And you would sneak out a hundred times over if it meant you’d get to share a moment with Robin again.  

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[goatskickin]

     “This place is a dump.”

“Shh! Olivier might be here today. Don’t let him hear you say that.”

…

“I really wish we had somewhere nicer to meet people.”

“Me too. Like, a coffee shop? Or even a park.”

“We have the skatepark.”

“Ha! Yeah, littered with beer cans and it smells like piss. Pass.”

“…so, how will we know it’s her?”

“Well, if she walks up to us and her name isn’t Tatiana, then we will know it’s not her.”

“Okay sassy! Jeez.”

…

“Sorry.”

…

“I’m just nervous. She came a long way, and she’s pretty young…I just hope this works out.”

“Riverblossom Hills, right?”

“Yep. Wonder how she got here.”

…

“Hey! I think that’s her!”

“Is that a dog with her? Ooh, I don’t know about that…”

“Yeah, where did she get a dog anyway?”

“Morning!”

“…good morning.”

“Hey…uh.”

“You can’t have dogs in here. There’s a sign.”

  *gasp*

   * cough*cough*COUGH*

“Mercy and Cheyenne?”

“You’re the only other people here…

“…so I have to assume-“

“Yes! Hi! Wow, come on, yes! Come sit!”

“So! It’s so great to meet you – so, uh, sorry if this seems a little formal, well not this place, but like - oh I’m Cheyenne, by the way…so like, meeting outside of the radio station –“

“…I just needed to make sure you were like, you know, ‘normal’, and that we could have a, you know, little meetup before we go to the station, seeing as how that will be your home now too-“

“Riverblossom Hills. That’s farm country.

…

Kind of a rough place to grow up, things being as they are – were – after the fall.”

“Mercy!”

“No, it’s okay. It’s a fair question.”

“It was a rough place to grow up. I imagine anyplace is right now. I was hungry a lot.”

“Riverblossom Hills is pretty far from here. How did you get here?”

…

“I walked.”

“What?!”

"Well! There’s no one I could catch a ride with, and I can’t drive. So, I walked.”

…

“That’s…that’s so far…”

“And you didn’t encounter any danger? Wasn’t it cold?”

“Oh! Well, Ibrahim would never let anything bad happen to me.”

“Yeah…about that. I personally love dogs, Mercy does too, but there’s a, uh, local, uh, criminal element, that uh, takes issue with uh…dogs.”

…

“Hm. I see. Well, Ibrahim can protect himself.”

“Uh, yeah! And stay out!”

“Uh, wow, he’s uh, well trained.”

“So did he like…where…did he-“

“Like I said, Ibe knows how to protect himself! He’ll come find me later. Probably after the sun goes down.”

…

“Well, let’s get on with the interview then?”

“So! I know that you’d done some audio-visual classes in high school. And you said that you were able to bring some cassettes from home?”

“Yeah! I have the tracklist - I didn’t want to risk taking them with all me, all the way here in the snow. Hang on.”

“Oh wow! You’ve got some David Bowie? And not that 80’s saxophone crap either…uh, Wagner? Sure, we can do that for our classical music mixes…I’ve never heard of Blonde Redhead but uh, sounds cool…oh, what’s this? ‘L. Broadsheet Summer Mix #3’?”

“Oh, that’s my dad’s! He left behind a lot of what is now my cassette collection. It’s all unlabeled tracks. But it’s like…some Silver Jews-esque guys, some indie-folk stuff, uh one song that sounds like Bjork but isn’t Bjork?”

           “Great!...oh, Kool and the Gang! Nice!….um, Mother Earth’s Plantasia?”

“Oh! Yeah, that one is more nostalgic for me…I didn’t know if you’d heard of it, but it was apparently music to play for plants to listen to? My grandmother loved it, she was nuts for plants.”

“Well, cool! We don’t mind the weird stuff at Pitstop Radio.”

“So. Sam Poole finally made an honest woman out of Saskia? About time.”

“Shh! Knock it off.”

“I like that Saskia is happy. Oliver never made a move.”

“Serves him right.”

“Oh Tatiana, don’t encourage her.

…

In addition to the very best music Pitstop Valley can offer, we report honest, unbiased news at Pitstop Radio. Not gossip.”

“What, like how Wendy Waters’ cat got out again? Or how someone claims they saw bats flying over the old Indiana theater?”

“Boooring.”

~~~

"Hello?"

"Hello."

#sims 2 story #apocalypse challenge #apocalypse C.O.W.

[josiebelladonna]

trying this yet again because i’m tired. 18+ please.

Would you say that you have or have not had a strong sexual drive in your life? How does and did this level of sexual drive affect your intimate relationships?

I’m going to try really hard and not be negative with these, because I’m exhausted. Insecurity and no confidence are no joke and not something easily fixed by telling me I need to exude confidence or to “just be myself” because those pieces of advice are anything but helpful. And we wonder why I get so angry about it. These are meant to help me and meant to let me audit this part of me, this part of me that I have never loved or felt proud of before.

Looking over the last thirty years and I guess I let my own insecurities get the best of me—this shit always happens to me, too. Despite wavering and ebbing and flowing like the tides, I actually have had a very strong sex drive in my life: I just think about how boy crazy I am, how my eyes wander onto girls, and how I always have been nuts about it since I hit puberty. It’s only gotten bigger as I’ve gotten bigger, too. 

Thing is I never know what to do with it. I could never picture anyone liking what they saw with me, so I always keep it to myself. I was so disinterested in the people, boys and girls, at my school that I never could do anything: being treated like dirt by your own peers since you were ten years old, yeah, expect to check out all together. There have actually been a few times I thought I was lesbian because I am really intrigued by the female form and to be honest, there are times I’m actually drawn to it more than I am men’s bodies and I wonder what lesbian sex would feel like. I never could experiment because of my environment: being openly lgbtq+ where I grew up was like suicide, yes, even in California. 

There were no resources and I was too ashamed to talk about it anyway. I just told people I was straight because I didn’t want them to know this part of me. But… I do love men, though. I really love men, actually. I think men are absolutely gorgeous. I fantasize about men all the time. Hell, I have a crush on a man right now. So, I thought I was bi for a while and then I started seeing nonbinary people with really beautiful bodies. Ran around in circles and I eventually landed on pansexual. It’s good to know that there’s a name for it, but I still hold back. I can’t picture myself with someone, no matter what gender they are, who knows how to put a handle on this… this… thing that is my libido.

What struggles have you had with your sexuality?

Way too many to list. Way too many. I guess the big one is just being comfortable with it, to the point of genuinely angering me. I reject my desires, like I don’t find them normal or pleasurable. I don’t find myself as all that attractive, either. When I was a teenager, no one ever made a pass on me. Girls didn’t like me, boys were either taken or they didn’t give a shit. I didn’t actually start getting looks until fairly recently, like two years ago.

I have this very distinct memory from high school—I don’t remember the context, may have been for spirit week, I have no clue—there was a day where we all had to dress up in either red, yellow, or green, like the stoplights: red for “taken”, green for single, and yellow for “talking”. I remember I used to have green pants and I wore those plus my Green Day shirt. I got to school… and I’m not exaggerating. I was the only person wearing green. I was just in a sea of red with a few yellow spots here and there. I remember people staring at me, too, like judging me, like, how fucking dare I walk around out here advertising my singleness. If I recall correctly, it wasn’t just students, either, I had a couple of teachers look at me funny, too.

In what ways do you nurture your personal sense of sexuality, and/or sexual relationships?

I draw. I write. …I live on a mountain top, 20 minutes away from a trump bastion. it’s not like I have a ton of options.

I like to wear jewel tones and low-slung jeans: I do not like high-waisted jeans or shorts because they cut me in half and bunch up around my crotch and my butt (every. single. time); I really just… don’t get the appeal and why everyone clutches at themselves at the mere mention of anything low-rise. I like camisoles. I like pajamas. I like underwear: as much as I cringe at the thought of wearing lingerie, I do like just wearing a bra, and I do have a teddy in my closet, too. I like to wear jeans: I have never felt good in a dress before. I dunno, it’s a bitch to walk around in and sit in, and I hate how the skirt always wants to blow up (I’ve lived in windy areas my whole life). After a shower, I let my hair hang down for a few hours before I brush it: if I haven’t showered in a few days, I comb my bangs up into this pompadour upon my head so I have this Elvis/Dennis Miller thing going until I feel like climbing in. I like tops that are low-cut and are a bit snug: I really don’t mind if they ride up my body a bit. Only makeup I have is chapstick and nail polish: when I was little, I’d put on lipstick and eyeshadow and mascara but I never could get into it, though. I always look over made. “You’d be so much prettier, though!” Heh, nope. Even just a little bit makes me look like I just walked out of the circus.

Write about your first sexual experiences. Interpret sexual experience any way like, even it’s about you first kiss.

(Resisting the urge to be angry, even though I kind of am annoyed just reading this)

I guess there was the first time I touched myself. I was in front of a mirror and I opened my legs and looked at myself there. I touched my clit the first time and I remember it really tickled me. I felt my labia and even stuck a finger or two in.

And then naturally, I got caught.

Write about your last sexual experience. How was it different from your first sexual experience?

I guess this could be the last time I touched myself: I was standing up and had my underwear on that time (just to play around a bit). Did very little but then I moved to my nipples and I was starting to go nuts a bit. I also tried between the legs again naked, with a shower head, and that really did something. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve gotten a lot more sensitive as I’ve gotten older.

What were you taught about sex as you grew up? What did you not know that you needed to know?

Sex ed from middle school onwards, plus I was told that guys just want to get in my pants by my drug addict father. I was never told about pleasure or anything good or that kinks are good or the range of sexual orientations or anything genuinely useful. Just your standard “insert penis into vagina” and that was it. I was also bombarded by these messages of “don’t be promiscuous or a slut, don’t get a reputation” and it was always in junction with being ladylike.

How has your views of sex changed over time?

Gone from free to repressed to “I don’t want this, ever” back to free back to repressed to disgusted, really just all over the damn place.

Describe a sexual fantasy you have.

Let’s see: Love is Not Enough, Blood & Chocolate, Pitch Black, Like Blood From a Stone, the one shots in eclipse, black moon, eerie inhabitants/my vampire fics, Chave do Mar, last day in paradise, the one shots in paraselenae, The Apple Shed, and As the Seasons Grey, are all self-indulgent fantasy. Hell, now that I remember it, there were some chapters in fever that felt like fantasy, namely the chapter where Sam and Alex are at the Bristlecone Pine Forest and also the final chapter when the fever finally erupts into flame. I remember there were some chapters of now it’s dark that were fantasy, namely whenever Joey was in Black Orchid.

Turn a sexual experience into a piece of short fiction. Describe the setting. Use dialogue. Write erotic description.

Judge me forever.

Write about the best sex partner you have ever been with. Describe a special time together.

So… I’m a virgin.

What changes if any would you like to make about your sexual self?

I really want more confidence and freedom, and I’m wary of saying that, too, because I know what the answer is going to be. It’s going to be this bullshit, hackneyed, so-called “advice” that’s only going to piss me off. But, aside from the changes in career, I have had my boundaries disrespected by family, friends, peers, classmates, everyone. Everyone apparently thinks it’s okay to invalidate my feelings and my choices, and that it’s okay to make fun of me when I change my mind and think it over again. 

Take the whole thing with makeup: girls often asked me why I don’t wear it. “I just don’t,” and also “I don’t like the way it feels on my skin”. Cue the “there’s natural makeup” and the “you’d look so much prettier with it”. I GAVE YOU AN ANSWER.

Write a sexual confession to your partner or someone you admire. Be straight forward or as kinky as you would like.

So, this took me about an hour to write up because I initially came up dry and then I found myself in a very vulnerable position when I started thinking about what I… really wish I could tell you everything I feel about you. I have so much fear around how I feel about you, and I really, really don’t know how you’ll react to this should you ever see it. I’m not confident in my words. I could lose you. I could push you away. I think my desires are terrifying and gross, and I just don’t know what to say to you most of the time: really, I feel like I’m bullshitting with you all of the time because you’re so intelligent and cool and content and seem to have everything together… and I’m not. I feel like I’m just not worth your time most days: there are far more women out there who are far more interesting than me, women who are better than me, like they have degrees and they’re accomplished. What have I done?

I look into your eyes, those deep blue eyes, as blue and deep as the Pacific Ocean. I look at your handsome face, how it gets more handsome when you’re smiling. I look at your beautiful hair, at how it’s two-toned and soft-looking: I look at your hair from when you were younger and I want to play with it. Don’t cut your hair short again: it was cute, but you look so gorgeous and more “yourself” with long hair (it suits your face better, too). No, you don’t need to lose weight: you look so healthily plump with a little tummy. 

I think of kissing you there, touching you and holding you around your full waist, especially after you’ve eaten.

I think of cuddling with you—I love to cuddle and be warm and safe.

I think of touching you below the belt, of feeling and fondling you there: I have often considered that tummy rubs lead to handjobs, and tummy kisses lead to blowjobs. I think of you doing the same to me: that velvet tongue on the insides of my thighs; those long spindly fingers on my clit or around the rim of my belly button or around my nipples, those soft cherry lips on my skin…

I think of making out with you, just really slow, soft, sensual love-making where we’re close and feeling each other.

I think about some of the erotic fics I’ve penned about you, especially the really kinky ones, and I can’t help but want a few of them to come to life (like voice kink: I meant it when I said I love your voice).

I think of role playing with you: you’re the hot professor or scientist, especially now that you have glasses. Or we’re vampires or merfolk.

I also just think of kissing you, giving you a little peck on the cheek or the neck for being such a sweetie. You’re kind of everything that I’ve dreamed of, everything I love in another person, and if I’m being honest, you don’t even seem real sometimes because you really are that perfect to me.

What would you like to learn about your sexual self?

Why do I never attract the types that I like—I’ll admit it, too, I have a type (boys with long hair, artistic types who are liberal but have an open mind, smart ones, sweet ones, kind of round ones, curvy women, slender women, women with dyed hair, women with something unusual about them like bright eyes with dark skin). My facebook is littered with people I have no connection with, like there’s only a few that I really do consider friends.

What part of your sexuality seems the most mysterious to you?

Those lesbian thoughts I keep having. Even with as much as I love men, I can’t help but feel aroused by women as well.

And also why I keep coming back to this. Why did I keep my incredibly high sex drive under wraps when sexual energy is incredibly powerful.

When you hesitate to write something, what reminder can you give yourself to be as completely honest as you can, both factually and emotionally?

“I have nothing to compare myself to”.

What, if anything, about sex distresses you?

I worry about getting pregnant, and I’ve always known that this is why I’m so bored with regular old penetrative sex, and why I feel genuinely repulsed by the affluence of it in fanfic: it’s the weirdest thing to me, it’s like everyone has baby fever, whereas I don’t want children. Plus, I’m just genuinely grossed out by the thought of being filled with cum.

My poor stomach has been through a lot, too: I worry about having to run to the bathroom because my own erotic tendencies are sending my digestive system into overdrive.

What change would you like to make in your sexual behavior?

Confidence—I don’t think for one second that I add anything to someone’s life.

What change would you like to make in your sexual attitudes or thoughts?

I wish I could be more open with them and not feel like they’re weird or gross.

What change would you like to make in your sexual emotions or feelings?

Same story there. Plus, I don’t want to be invalidated. 

What memories came to mind from the previous questions?

Let’s see… my crying to my dad about feeling lost after I moved back to California and him being incredibly insensitive and telling me to “exude confidence” and accusing me of being an alcoholic (when I can easily tell you that I’m not) rather than be a shoulder to cry on, listen to me and give me space and tell me I’m not wrong for feeling this way. You know. Be a man and comfort the most important woman in your life.

All the times I was asked “why do you do this?” and I’d give a legit answer and then they would respond with unsolicited advice or opinions.

This isn’t sexual, but one time, I cried in front of my paternal grandmother and she rolled her eyes at me. That side of the family just never cared about me.

All the times I showed any emotion and no one knew how to react… or worse, they wouldn’t leave me alone to the point of harassing me.

Nothing good or happy. I was never allowed to be myself.

What do you like most about your current partner? Least?

I’m a virgin.

Make three (or more) sexual wishes. Don't hold back!

I wish I could talk about this freely. I wish I was hot. I wish I was accepted. I wish I belonged. I wish I didn’t have to worry. I wish I couldn’t feel hysterical laughter whenever I say I’m a virgin.

Make a list of your sexual partners and write a few phrases to describe the relationship. What patterns do you see?

I’m a fucking virgin.

If you have a sexual partner now, write about this relationship. What works for you in this sexual relationship? What would you like to change?

Starting to sound like a broken record, I AM A VIRGIN!

Describe what your ideal sexual relationship would look like today.

You know, I’ve thought about this over and over again, and I still can’t picture this. It’s beyond my reach and my own realm to even imagine a regular old romance. But a sexual relationship? No. I can’t picture this.

I’d say maybe something with polyamory given I’m polyamorous, but that’s about where it starts and ends, though.

If you have been sexually dissatisfied, what has kept you in the relationship?

Doesn’t apply.

Are you able to ask your partner for what you want sexually? How do you do that?

The two times I have ever been out on a date, plus the time I cybered, I had the absolute worst time telling them about what I wanted. Well, for starters, the dates were first dates: even I can tell you that you don’t reveal too much too soon because that can push them away. It wasn’t like I could tell them anyway. But the second date, i.e., the time I was fixed up, I could feel that pressure, like… if this went past the first day, I would have to tell him. And I had no connection with him. I was bored sitting there next to him.

As for the time I cybered… I’m just going to assume that the first time is always awkward.

If you have difficulty asking for what you want, what are you telling yourself that makes asking difficult?

“Will they really know what I’m talking about?”

What are your sexual limits with your partner?

I don’t want to be filled with cream. No, I’m completely turned off at the thought of being pregnant. I’m almost mortified by it, actually: use a condom or pull out, or let’s use our hands or mouths.

I like a little pain… not too much, though. I like little nibbles or scratches down the back, or spanking.

No piss or shit, and none of that “daddy” nonsense, either.

What sexual behavior won't you do or would do only under certain conditions? Write about those to clarify your boundaries.

(see the tidbit with pain) Please don’t overdo it. My body is actually very sensitive and too much pain is too much.

As repulsed as I am by the idea of having penetrative sex, if there’s protection involved, I actually might reconsider.

I don’t like it too rough: I’m slow and sensual for the most part, but a little quickness goes a long way if I think about it.

In what way might your relationship with your partner deepen or improve by talking openly about sex?

Hang-ups about… noonewantingtobeinarelationshipwithme aside, I really feel like an open conversation could help a relationship. For me, it’s a “make or break” type thing: if they aren’t comfortable with it, they probably aren’t for you. If they’re curious, but they’re like me and they aren’t comfortable or sure in their sexuality, make them feel safe. Put your arm around them and help them because it’s very daunting, especially when you see they’re alone because everyone is either disrespectful and patronizing or “too busy”. Make it make sense for them.

Can you recall your first discovery of sexual fantasy? What was it about?

All I know is I was very young and I didn’t understand what was happening, either.

Write out three of your favorite sexual fantasies. If this is new to you, make one up now.

Here, here, and here. Speaking of which, I gotta update those latter two 😅

How have you used your sexual fantasies up until now?

Nope.

What began as a fantasy that you later took into action?

The time I told Alex I’m in love with his voice. It was way before I wrote voice kink one shot in eclipse, too. That one in particular was so much fun to write—kind of tricky, but fun, though.

What sexual fantasies work the best to arouse you?

I was pretty aroused writing Chave do Mar: Alex as a merman with a long shark tail, smooth milky skin, and black curls tousled over his shoulder. Same with Blood & Chocolate, too: Alex being over fed and it shows up on his body. The Black Orchid scenes from now it’s dark were pretty hot, too, when I think back to writing them: Joey surrounded by burlesque strippers.

Have you shared your sexual fantasies with a friend? What was the reaction?

…it’s pretty across the board.

Have you shared your sexual fantasies with a lover? What was the reaction?

I don’t know if I could be courageous enough to do that.

How important is it for you to share your sexual fantasies? What are your reasons for sharing or not? Does sharing fantasies break their "spell"?

You know that fanfic meme that talks about writing your dream fanfic filled with all your fantasies and dreams but choosing not to and keeping it locked away in your mind because you want it to yourself? Yeah, I don’t relate to that at all. I write them out because I want to make sense of them for the most part. I honestly don’t care if no one sees them, either, because I’ve never really seen my fantasies as all that mystifying: just these weird little scenes that roll around inside me and whether they face the light of day is up to me.

What, if anything, do you find distressing about your sexual thoughts or fantasies? Write about that to clarify it for yourself.

I don’t think they’re all that special or gossip-worthy or revolutionary or life-changing. They just… are what they are.

I think the one thing that’s distressing about them is how they almost always have an element of science fiction to them: I live in an imaginary world and to bring these out would defy the laws of science. They’re just not physically possible.

If you could say three things to the world about the nature of your personal sexuality and really be heard, understood, and accepted, what would you say?

I look and identify as female but I’m queer, plus I’m pansexual and polyamorous. Get used to it.

Please respect my boundaries and my choices. I don’t wear makeup because I just don’t want to, I didn’t ask for you to goad me into it because you think I’ll look prettier. I don’t wear dresses because I just don’t want to, I didn’t ask for you to tell me I look prettier when I wear one.

Make me feel safe and comfortable because… I never have felt safe to express this part of me. I have always felt judged, looked down upon, and made to feel small. We’re supposedly all about supporting women and their agency, demands, desires, et cetera… stop picking and choosing. What turns me on and what I find sexy is going to be radically different to what you find sexy and this does not give you the right to laugh at me or call it “cute” when I don’t intend it to be.

When was the first time you experienced feelings of arousal and what triggered those feelings? What did you think of it at the time? What was your emotional response to those feelings?

Like I said, I was very small. May have been from me sitting in front of the mirror and touching myself, I have no clue. I didn’t understand what was happening, either, or why the adults in the room freaked the fuck out over it, either.

The first time I wore a shirt that showed off my belly is another one: I was like four or five, and it felt right to me. Naturally, I was told that this is not okay.

Describe your first sexual encounter. How old were you? Was it consensual? If not, what resources have you used to help heal from that encounter? If it was consensual, what did that experience mean to you at the time?

So, I’ve talked about this, how it was cybersex that started life as a tangent during a serious conversation in the wake of tragedy, and—it almost didn’t mean anything to me at the time, especially since it started as a joke to lighten the mood a bit. Almost, anyway: I didn’t see it as this huge deal like, “oh my gorsh, I just had cybersex!!” But at the same time, I’m always hesitant to talk about it because it hinges on something bad happening (Dan Wheldon was killed and the boy I talked to saw him as his hero, and I talked with him for hours, and it went the way it did). This is something that’s showed up in a number of my fanfics, and it has gotten me called disgusting, too.

Who was your first romantic, sexual partner? What about him or her appealed most to you? What did you hope would happen with that relationship?

I wish I could answer this. Aside from the above, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Almost 30 years old and I have never even been kissed. I’ll admit it, it’s pathetic. I got sick and tired of hearing “oh, you’ll find love some day” when I was 17, and now I know in my heart it won’t ever happen. Really, I could have confidence through the fucking roof and no one will want any of this. Whoever said “everyone has sex” has obviously never met me. It’s so exploitative, too: this unfair assumption that way too many people have had about me and it only makes me hate myself.

Do you believe that sex and emotional intimacy are linked, or is it possible to have a sexual relationship without emotional attachment? What experiences influence your answer?

Linked but not exclusive, though. Casual sex is a thing, plus you can be emotionally attached but not want it; please don’t believe everything you see on Twitter (especially now).

If you could have the perfect sex life right now, what would that look like?

Something that lets me go about with my polyamory, I guess? I’m able to be with a man and a woman, or two men and a woman. (I’m just pulling stuff out of my ass here, tbh).

How do you define “awesome” sex (i.e. what makes sex better than good)?

Give me everything I want and maybe something the other person likes, like we’re all pleased—notice I said “all” and not just “both”.

How do you feel about PDA? (You can take this as far as “kinks in public,” too.)

Can’t stand it. Can’t stand seeing it, can’t stand the thought of it happening to me (insecurity and hang-ups might have something to do with that when I think about it), some things are just better left in private. As for kinks in public, though? I don’t know, that seems a bit much.

What do you think about when you masturbate?

Last time I did, I didn’t think about anything other than how funny my lips look.

What are your sure-fire turn-ons (and/or turn-offs)?

Turn-ons: touches on my head (you know when you get a haircut and they wash your hair really well beforehand? No joke, that genuinely arouses me). Touches on my breasts, especially my dark-ass nipples. Touches on my belly, especially around my belly button because it’s technically scar tissue. Fingers on my lips—not sure about tongues, though. Touches on my thighs and my knees (yes). Touches on my ankles. I like soft touch. I like being held. I like fantasy. I like intelligence. I like sweetness. I’m all about feeling and being close.

What are your thoughts about porn?

I still don’t see it as exploitative. One complaint I do have with it is unrealistic expectations. No guy is like that. No girl is like that.

What are your thoughts on foreplay? Favorite types? Best experiences? Wishes?

It’s so underrated. A few kisses or hickeys on a sensitive spot like on the neck or the belly, or fingers on the labia and lips on the thighs can take you a long way, and I can say that just from my own writing.

What parts of your lover’s body are you most drawn to? (If you don’t currently have a lover, feel free to consider past or future lovers.)

My eyes have always wandered to the middle of the body, their belly their hips and their thighs. I like it when it’s nice and slender, like I want to put arms around them there and feel them up, and of course, I like it when it’s a little full and round there (like a nice chubby little belly but he’s healthy as a horse). I like a little chub, and I think some people just look a lot better with it: it makes me want to touch and feel, and they look kind of… I want to say “juicy”. Looking nice and tasty—

If you were to “recreate” the early days of your favorite sexy relationship, what would they look like? Would you change anything?

It’s weird to think that I can actually answer this: I don’t think I would change anything. Maybe I could have been a little more upfront with him about how I feel about him earlier on because I just think about that one night in March-ish 2021, but there was a point to that, though. I wanted to ease into it, and there had to be some sort of opportunity to find with him because I see people hitting on him all the time, and I always think I’m being inappropriate with him, oh my god 🫣. 

The beauty of it being online is it’s kind of the whole entire point to it. 

Really, if Alex and I take it offline, we lose the clandestine nature of watching each other on stories or him fanboying over me like he’s a teenage kid again. Although I will say this: if it’s taken offline, given I’m a cuddler and very touchy-feely and sensual… I don’t know about him, but…

What do you want more of in your sex life?

A sex life? I feel like I’m boring and underwhelming, like you would think that someone who identifies as pansexual and polyamorous and has a high sex drive would have at least one conquest but… I’ve just never been respected or built up or even seen. Plus, there’s this whole thing about how women are not supposed to chase, either.

Would you ever visit a sex therapist? What would be the reason and what do you think their advice would be for you?

I’m on the fence. No, because my only real problem is the feeling of safety and wanting to be comfortable. And yes because sometimes a second opinion can help.

Is there anything about sex that embarrasses you, causes shame or fear, or makes you nervous? Or…what’s the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you during sex?

My fear of pregnancy plus I worry about shitting myself.

That first time you’re naked in front of them strikes me as nerve-racking, too, like that’s the moment of truth right there: when they see you naked the first time.

What do you tend to fantasize or dream about when it comes to sex? What kinds of porn or kink are you drawn to?

My fantasies are very sensual, almost artsy. There’s a lot of emotion involved, too, even if it’s casual, I still imagine so much emotion in there. (When you say, “sexuality isn’t my whole shtick” but you take a closer look and realize that yes, it very much is 😳)

If you were to create a sexy playlist intended for a hot date at home, what would be on it?

When my computer gets fixed, I’ll try this on my Spotify. 

What are your love languages and how do they apply to your sexual needs? What about your lover?

30% physical touch, 27% quality time, 20% words of affirmation, 13% gift giving, 10% acts of service.

I want touch but no one is touching me.

How do you feel about being naked?

No opinion. It just … is what it is. I don’t fixate on flaws (I never could, either, even with my troubled relationship with myself), nor do I see it as a beautiful thing: it just it what it is. I take care of myself but that’s about it. What do you do with it. Why is this controversial. 

Now, when I think about being naked with someone else, that’s where the fear comes in. I don’t think i’m a “prize” at all.

What’s your favorite way to be seduced?

You put your guitar on your lap, you brush your hair really nice, you have this little twinkle in your eye like you’re up to no good or you’re secretly going commando out of camera, you have a glass of wine in hand, and you talk in a very soft, husky voice when I ask you about your underwear.

Do you have any trust issues surrounding sex or your sexual relationship(s)?

A feeling of safety is a running theme here. I want to feel safe and comfortable… and I never have felt safe enough to even so much as look at a guy or a girl.

What do you look like, and sound like, when sex feels good for you?

Whenever I write something erotic, every so often I have to stop myself and close my eyes because I feel things moving. I get really quiet (everyone talks about screaming during sex: I’m the exact opposite, I get really quiet) and my hands start itching for the feeling. I bite my lip a lot, too—sometimes I do that without even thinking, like it just happens. It’s a long slow burn with me.

What is the most sexually daring thing you’ve ever done?

Flirted with Alex on stories. I’ve always sucked at flirting (I once went for five years without flirting with anyone because I suck so hard at it), let alone with a guy like him. 

Any time I post risqué art on instagram because they’re complete pricks with that sort of thing.

When now it’s dark was being written and I posted those ink drawings on instagram (completely oblivious to the fact Joey was watching me).

There was also one time in school one of my friends had his pants hanging down a bit and I tried to pants him and he caught me. I did get to pinch his butt when no one was looking, though.

In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed?

When everyone is pleased and had their kinks out in the open. I think.

Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Sarcasm aside, why would I do this?

When and how did you lose your virginity, and how did you feel about it? How do you feel about it now?

Still a virgin here. 

Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time, watched others have sex, been watched? If not, would you?

I’m polyamorous so I’d definitely try it. As for voyeurism… maybe I’d like to be watched? Don’t know about watching others, though.

How often do you masturbate and what works best for you?

I go for long stretches of time without doing it, because I get bored with it. I’ve done it sitting down, standing up, on my back, stooped over, topless, with my pants on, in the shower, in bed… all with my fingers. Toys are one of my biggest hang ups: I used a vibrator one time and I threw it away immediately because it made me uncomfortable. At least with my fingers, I know where it’s coming from. But toys? I don’t know, I’m not really excited by the thought of sticking a piece of silicone or glass or plastic up my vagina or onto my clit. I’ve thought about it, for sure, because I’ve changed since that first time.

Maybe I’m just not trying enough, but I look at some on lingerie sites like Spencer’s or wherever, and I shake my head in disgust.

“Find one that’s best for you”, they tell me. Yeah, but nothing here is jumping out at me. 

What are you most grateful or thankful for in your sex life?

Can’t say that I’m grateful at all. I’m all about finding joy and pleasure, and I have never found it here. Only pain.

What is your favorite sexual position, and why?

Amazon and doggy style, I guess. Amazon because I’m on top, but it’s also submissive. doggy style is like that, too, but the other way around. 

Have you ever had an “inappropriate” crush? What was it about that person that drew you in, and what made it “not okay”?

All my crushes have been inappropriate lol

They all have been either older, or unavailable in some way like already taken or not interested.

I was never drawn to people at my school, so I looked beyond the borders: older people fit that bill for me.

Have you (or would you) ever tried role play? What roles are you drawn to?

I like fantasy and scifi characters (see my merfolk and vampire kinks; aliens and robots, too), and—you can blame you-know-who for this, too—I like the “sexy nerd” trope, too (the hot librarian or the hot scientist or the hot professor).

Are you more dominant or submissive (or a bit of both)?

I’d say “domme” but I’m definitely both. Yes, even with as much as I hate the female role and find it restrictive, there’s a sub in me.

How do you feel about your own body?

My hair, though very long, down to the halfway point of my thighs, is very thin at the crown of my head. I’m starting to grow out my bangs and I’m starting to get this Jeff Becerra c. Seven Churches look now.

I have a large head. A round face. Sharp eyebrows akin to Madonna or Zendaya’s eyebrows. A small nose. Brown eyes and coarse, wiry dark hair with blonde streaks and a reddish sheen. A thick bull neck and a slight double under my rounded chin. I get this weird growth of hair under my chin—weird because it’s like a Fu Manchu sort of thing in that it grows in two patches. Yeah, under my chin, too, so it gets really itchy and it’s a bitch to pluck.

Broad shoulders with soft collar bones. Lanky arms with slightly warped forearms—first time i gave blood, the nurse had to stick the needle in almost over the joint rather than in the pivot of my elbow; “knock-elbowed” as my mom calls it. Chubby little hands that are almost like paws. Soft skin but I can’t picture anyone wanting to touch it, though.

40ddd chest. A belly covered in stretch marks and was round even when I was thin: it’s even fuller and rounder now. Wide hips and thick thighs—my whole body is thick, though, my measurements are 55-43-57. I gain weight easily, almost way too easily—now you know the source of my anorexia and extreme angst.

My lips are small. And plain. And smooth. They just… are what they are.

I got fat knees. My lower legs are nothing to write home about, neither are my ankles. Slender, bony feet with toes that look like they just came off someone else’s feet.

This body is… I don’t know. Parents call me beautiful but if my piss-poor track record with my peers and crushes and this whole thing here is anything to go by… it should be clear that I have trouble seeing this myself. I only started actually getting hit on very recently, and looking at my appearance when I was a teenager, I did not look good at all. It makes sense that no one ever made a pass on me and I was the only one wearing green.

How sorry do you have to feel for a person having sex with you?

Kind of want to say “not at all” but I’m a virgin so I really have no idea.

Could someone know you sexually, properly know you, and still like you?

If you know me sexually, would you be willing to like me?

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