#im not hard to fucking love and you were never going to close the distance

[sweetmidnights-library]

cannot wait for Sydney to get off my tik tok fyp. like I love this energy for y’all but every time I hear that word I feel like I’m going to throw up lol.

#iv got something on my mind #you forgive you forget but you never let it go or whatever kendrick lamar said #the tortured poets department will be my entire personality #we love going through a horrible breakup at the exact same time as our faves #and now we are almost a year out and the juicy stuff is on lock #my therapist thanks you though #the hundreds of dollars I have spent undoing the harm you caused me probably paid her mortgage #vent post #genuinely though like I cannot fucking fathom doing to someone what you did #you’re so fucking selfish #im not hard to fucking love and you were never going to close the distance #I knew that from the fucking beginning and i even fucking told you that I didn’t think you would #believing you and anything that ever came out of your mouth was my first mistake #god I caught you in so many lies and the look on your face when I told you that? priceless. like sorry bestie you aren’t slick #I can’t imagine all the lies you told that I didn’t catch #god I was such a clown. of course you were never going to come here. you were looking at buying HOUSES #god my ego is just so bruised from that whole debacle #at least I know that I’ve made it into your history books #I hope all of your lovers know my name and choke on the weight of it #I hope you think about me and regret and guilt runs through your veins like molten lava #I wish you nothing but the best in your life #but I hope when you think of me #it always hurts a little bit because of what you did to me #i hope that thinking about New York City makes you sick and michigan leaves you haunted

[moonstruckme]

hi mae !! im currently in love with eddie, so i was wondering if you could write an eddie x fem!reader drabble, where they're in a long distance relationship and are finally getting to see each other in person again after a while of being apart? if isnt something youre interested in, i understand :))

Hi gorgeous, thank you for requesting!!

cw: mention of weed (Eddie deals but they're not smoking)

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

Eddie likes to think of himself as erring on the wild side, but you know he sticks to his routines the same as a crotchety old man. And even though he’s graduated from high school, he still deals to a few of the kids he knew when he was there. You’re lucky; you step into the woods behind the school right as the buyer is leaving, a scraggly kid whose head bobs as he walks and who looks at you like you might go tattle to his parents. You’re too excited to take offense. 

Eddie’s still sitting at his picnic table, one leg hiked up on the bench like he’s thinking of climbing up, closing the clasps of the tin lunchbox he keeps his stash in. He doesn’t startle as you come up behind him, just turns with a half interested look in his eyes. 

A laugh bubbles out of you when they widen comically. 

“Hey,” you say, picking up your pace to cross the distance to him. 

“Holy fuck.” Eddie nearly trips getting out of his seat. He leaves the lunchbox behind. “Jesus, what the fuck?” 

“Glad to see you too,” you laugh, putting your arms around him. 

And you know from experience that Eddie’s a fantastic hugger, but this one is a bit of a scramble. He’s rushed, greedy, hands starting at your sides and then wriggling their way across your back until he’s got you where he wants you. Pulled tight against him with his arms banded across the high and low points of your back, face pressed into your shoulder, your feet still touching the ground but just barely. The whole production makes your chest hurt, a gratifying ache.

“What are you doing here?” It sounds almost like an accusation, muffled affectionately into the material of your shirt. 

You can’t stop giggling. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose. “Crazy thing,” you reply, “they actually let us have summers off.” 

Eddie’s funny in that he almost never asks the right questions. The last time you’d seen him had been during winter break, and when you’d gone back to school and been calling every night, he only asked about your life there. Always what you were doing and how much fun you were having, infinitely sweet in his support of your college experience even if he couldn’t share in it, and in his curiosity he’d somehow forgotten to wonder when you might be coming home again. 

“Okay, smartass.” He gives you a happy little squeeze. “How long do I get you for?” 

“Until August.” 

Eddie makes a delighted moaning sound that sets your giggles off all over again. 

“Yes.” His tone evokes the feeling of a fist-pump without the follow-through of the actual motion, but his hands slip from around you. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. “Fuck yeah!” 

You’re grinning massively as you meet him kiss for kiss, arms crawling up around his shoulders. 

“Best. Surprise. Ever.” He holds you still for a series of quick pecks, deviating from your lips to kiss your cheek, your nose. “Shit, is it, like, super unromantic if I start taking your clothes off?” 

“Kinda,” you say, though you don’t deny him when one of his hands slips down to paw at your ass. “We’re maybe fifty feet from a high school right now.” 

“Mhm, mhm, but hear me out.” Eddie’s words are interspersed with little suctioning sounds, his lips planting themselves eagerly upon any bit of you they can find. “Back when we went here, that would have been the hottest thing, you know? We can even go under the bleachers if you want.” 

You don’t open your eyes, but they’re rolling. “My ovaries are quaking.” 

Eddie groans low in his throat and squeezes your ass teasingly. “So stubborn.” 

“We can go back to your place,” you offer. 

“No, no.” He sighs, heavy and dramatic. “We’d have to drive, and I’m not ready to be across a console from you yet.” Eddie backs you up until your backside hits the picnic table, helping you up and positioning himself between your legs. His arms wrap around you again, half makeout and half hug. “Let’s stay here for a while. Wouldn’t be able to focus on the road anyway.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x self insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fandom #stranger things x reader

[mcondance]

listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 17+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

#this was so hot #love u nonny #stu macher smut #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x black!reader #stu macher x black reader #scream 1996 smut #scream smut #stu smut #[manipulative stu]

[lenathekiller]

Hi there!! I love your last Buggy fic and I was wondering if you could come up with something where Buggy has never slept with anyone before??? I love the thought of him being so cocky and scary with people but is secretly terrified because he’s so self conscious of his image?! Thank you in advance!!

Oooh I like this idea, sorry it's taken me a while to write it.

A/N: obviously this will be smut and I've decided to do afab!reader but if there's an interest I could write an amab!reader version at a later point.

Excuse any mistakes btw Im too tired proof read this time.

You sat in a small pub enjoying a few drinks before you'd set off on you next adventure. Admittedly the pub was rather dingy and had hardly any other patrons in it besides yourself. Honestly you were debating whether it'd be better to pay for your few drinks you'd had and go to a different pub to finish your drinking.

You'd been somewhat hoping to find someone at least somewhat attractive that you could drunkenly sleep with but it seemed like the longer you said in this shit hole of a place the less likely you were to be able to achieve that. Standing to leave you heard someone approach and speak to you.

"What's a flashy lil thing like yourself doing in a dumb of a place like this?" Standing there was a tall pirate in clown makeup, and man was he attractive. Sure he looked a little messed up, ya know like a man who's life was a little fucked up, but it made him all the more hot.

"I was just about to leave actually, considering you and me are the only 2 good looking people here, I'd say it's gonna be hard to find my next drunken fling if I stay here any longer." You finished off the remainder of your drink, moving past him to close out your tab.

He moved to follow you. "Aw, but I just got here. How bout you stay a few more minutes and I'll treat you to a few more drinks, my treat. After all it'd be such a shame for you to leave so soon sweetheart."

You eyed him up a bit, a smirk forming on your lips. "Alright but it better be worth my while or else you'll be leaving here with less bones intact."

"Oh trust me babe, no leaves my presence unsatisfied by The Great Buggy the Clown." He places a hand on your hip and guides you back to a secluded booth in the back, both of you sliding into the same booth.

After some introductions of yourselves to each other and you each other, you decided to just get to the main point already. "So what are you doing here handsome? I mean I've already basically admitted I'm here only to find someone to spend my last night here with, but what about you?"

"I just came for the booze, but then I saw you looking so lonely by yourself and I thought I should fix that. It's merely a benefit that you're looking for someone to occupy your time with." He says placing an arm around your shoulder.

"What makes you think I'd want to fuck you though? perhaps I'm just using you for free liquor before I go find someone to satisfy my desires and needs." Leaning into his side and up so your face was intimately close to his.

His free hand came up to cradle your chin as he moved his face closer till your lips barely touched. "You'd be an absolute idiot if you chose anyone other than me to satisfy you tonight."

Honestly his cocky confidence, the alcohol that was now hitting your system and all those past lonely months at sea with the desire to just find someone good-looking to fuck was all adding up to being fully ready to give yourself to this clown. You closed the miniscule distance and kissed him, he of course confidently kissed you back, a hand of his detaching to squeeze your upper thigh.

Before you two could get to caught up in anything you cut your kiss short, pulling back a bit to speak. "Let get out of here, this place is too gross for us to continue this here."

A small flash of panic flooded his eyes for a moment though he nodded, moving out of the booth helping you do the same. Guiding you towards the door with his arm somewhat around you, a hand resting on your ass, he threw some money on the counter to pay as you two walked out. Luckily you had been staying at a quaint little hotel a block down so the pair of you headed there, his hand still on your ass seeming to be kneading it somewhat with excitement.

As soon as you were in your room he'd pressed you to the closest wall, lips instantly on your neck with hands gripping your hips as he grinded his own against yours. He'd already grown quite the bulge in that short span of time from you leaving the pub till now. His movements were a little messy but you'd figured it was the alcohol and he was earning some moans from you regardless so what did it matter.

Taking your own hands you began to undress him as much as you could in that moment, throwing his hat and bandana to the side, undoing the shirt that was more like a vest he wore and sliding it and his large coat off his arms. Damn we're his arms toned, and his hair that now fell down his back in the loose braid he'd kept it in under the bandana was so soft as you tugged it a bit.

"God you really know how to rile a man up don't you sweetheart? You like pulling on my hair like that?" He groaned into your ear, making you shiver a bit.

"Just trying to encourage you to get to get on with the show mr. Clown." You teased, it obviously having an affect on him as he picked you up and laid you on the bed.

His hands were quick to undo your pants and slide them down your thighs, and since you'd been expecting to get some today you had opted out of wearing anything under them. Of course he teased you for it briefly before getting back to work. Planting a few lite bites and kisses on your thigh, before running his tongue along your folds.

He paused for far too long for your liking, though when you'd look to see what the hell was taking so long you'd seen his face twisted up a bit in an expression you really couldn't read right.

"oh God don't tell me I taste bad, or God maybe I smell bad." You'd panicked a bit, suddenly self-conscious at the state your nether region might be in. "I mean I bathed today but maybe i-"

He cut you off with a gentle hand running along your thigh comfortingly. "No, No! From that little bit I got you taste divine, it's just uh..." His face was turning red and he looked away embarrassed, it only fueling your thoughts to start running rampant again till he'd spoken again. "I've actually never been with anyone before. I don't want to fuck this up."

After the few seconds of shock wore off you started to laugh a bit. "You mean the great Buggy, who said it'd be an idiot if I slept with anyone besides you, has no experience at all?"

He looked somewhat hurt and defeated as he nodded. Clearly he was beyond embarrassed and nervous in this moment and you'd found it a bit cute. This tough looking pirate that talked a big game about his skills, and had a bounty on his head as well as all the rumors you'd heard of the damage he'd do to any town he'd dock in, was now kneeling inches away from your cunt admitting he had absolutely no experience at all.. Honestly it was making him look a bit pathetic, but damn did that turn you on.

You sat up a bit and cupped his cheek, a few tears had formed in his eyes as a result of his own mind worrying you'd laugh him out the room and tell everyone just how pathetic he was. He worked so hard to get himself this far and honestly it terrified him to have it all ruined by one bad encounter, or even worse he put on a bad performance when it counted the most right now.

"Buggy, please look at me." Breaking out of his thoughts and obeying your request he turned to meet your gaze, much more tender then he'd expected it to be. You rubbed your thumb along his cheek as you began to speak again. "I'm sorry I teased you. It's okay, honestly everyone is beyond nervous they're first time. I'm not bothered by you not having any experience, In fact I'm a little honored I'll be your first."

His eyes lit up at that. "Really?"

You smiled warmly at him. "Yea I can show you how best to please someone. Plus I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I was the first to sleep with The Fantastically Flash Buggy."

He laughed a bit at that and thanked you.

"Here give me your hand Bug." You guided his fingers to your clit, showing him the best way to stimulate it. "Mm rub gentle circle like this. Always remember it's a bundle of nerves not a door knob your trying to polish."

After guiding his fingers for a minute you'd let I'm try for himself, and damn he was learning quick. You had to fight moans as you began instructing him on how to finger next. Telling him it's not all about in and out movements or speed but more so about finding the spots that bring your partner the most pleasure.

"Sorry if I'm a little eager but can I try using my mouth more on you, I cant get that flavor of you I sampled earlier out my head." He had asked and you had to restrain yourself from practically shouting yes before he'd even finished speaking.

If he was already learning and figuring out all you'd taught him already was any kind of sign of what's to come, that what's to come would surely be you. You gave him a few tips but ultimately let him somewhat learn through experimenting.

He started out giving slow licks over your clit, swirling his tongue a bit over it, before moving down to tease your entrance. Earning plenty of moans and whimper in approval of his actions his tongue slowly slid into as far as it could go then back out. Buggy built up a rhythm of movements with his mouth, he was really starting to feel he was getting the hang of it till he had heard you mumble something bout his nose.

Halting his feasting he looked up at you. "What's wrong? Am I doing something wrong, is my nose bothering you?"

You should your head, panting a bit. "No, you're doing great, your nose was just starting to run against me and it was driving me crazy.. in a good way though!"

Buggy smiled and made a comment about how his big nose was good for something before he returned to feasting on you once more. He was dangerously good at this despite never having done this before, and he was quickly bringing you to the edge. Your hands tangled into his long blue locks, gently pushing and encouraging him to not stop his current actions.

"Mmm, Buggy~ don't stop please, I'm so close~" Your pleading moans only served to encourage him more, his nose rubbing against you a bit quicker as he ate you out with seemingly more hunger.

You came undone against his face, gripping tightly on his hair. Of course being the gentleman he was he licked you clean, savoring your taste and storing the memory of it away for later. Standing up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as his other hand undid his pants.

"Would you like me to return the favor babe?" You asked, sitting up to help him free himself from his pants.

"No need, I desperately need to be inside you right now." He sat down on the bed, motioning you to straddle him.

Your own desperation to feel him fueling you to quickly hop on his lap facing him. You pressed your folds against his member grinding against it as you began to kiss him. Groans spilled from his mouth and into yours as you teased him, his hands gripping your waist with enough force that you were sure would leave bruised later.

Breaking away from the kiss you guided the head of his cock to your hole, slowly sliding down on it till his whole length was buried inside you. "Let me get us started, you just take notes and enjoy for a while."

He nodded, a groan rumbling from his throat as you began to move. You started with a slow pace so he could get use to the feeling of your walks around his dick without overwhelming him or causing him to bust too soon. He whined a bit, begging you to move faster, you obliged bouncing on him at a quicker pace that earned plenty of noises from both of you.

God was his dick good, sure you were doing the work but honestly you didn't mind if it meant being able to feel him inside you. He was hitting all the right spots and thanks to your pace he was hitting them with perfect timing.

He halted your hips with his hands, causing you to look confused at him. "Sorry I just can't hold back anymore, this feels too good." With that he flipped the pair of you over. Now you were on your back with him pressing your legs up to your chest with him kneeling between them. " I just really need to pound you into the mattress right now."

With that he started thrusting himself into you at a dangerously pleasureful pace. You couldn't help but practically scream out his name and strings of curses as he seamlessly hit your gspot with perfect precision and force.

"Fuck you feel so much better than anything I could have imagined. God your gonna practically milk the cum outta me sweetheart." Buggy groaned giving a few harsher thrusts as he spoke, never breaking the rhythm he had though.

It was growing increasingly clear that neither of you would be able to last must longer, though Buggy was determined to make you finish first as his hand slipped down play with your clit the exact way you'd taught him too earlier.

"Damn you learn quick Buggy." Your words brought a shit eating grin to his face. "I'm gonna~"

He silenced you with a passionate kiss, moans spilling between your mouths as you came undone, the feeling of you cumming around him caused him to follow you soon after.

After his hips had stopped and you'd both come down from your respective highs, Buggy laid down beside you quickly pulling you into his arms.

"I'm only gonna say this once, Thank you for not only being my first but also somewhat teaching me." Some embarrassment was evident in his tone but you figured it wasn't worth it to tease him about it after all he'd just done.

"Bit of a shame to know you'll use that knowledge to pleasure other people besides me now." You closed your eyes, growing tired from the day as well as the alcohol still running in your system.

You heard him choke a small bit. "Are you implying you're jealous at the thought of me being with anyone else now?"

"..night.." Sleep was taking you now and there was nothing that could be done about it.

"How dare you fall asleep without answering me!" He knew there was nothing he could do to stop it though as he heard you softly snoring against his chest. He sighed in defeat. "Good night sweetheart."

#live action buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy x reader #buggy the clown

[420korn]

BY THE SEA

⛧ when you and dwayne leave the dreadful beauty pageant to get some fresh air some things spill out, more than intended for the day.

- no warnings!! maybe mild cursing

(dwayne x fem! reader)

as you and dwayne flop on the worn-out chairs in the random room you two stumbled in you sighed.

this whole roadtrip that dwayne basically begged you to go on was chaotic to say the least. his grandpa passed away, he found out he couldn’t fly jets, that damn horn on the car wouldn’t shut up, but you still were there for dwayne.

you really liked dwayne. it was a miracle that he actually allowed you to talk to him and become somewhat apart of his life. he didn’t let anyone do that. you had to admit you have a crush on him. but you knew he didn’t like you, most definitely not.

you snapped out of your hazy thoughts as two little girls ran across the hall. giggling in puffy skirts, tons of makeup they didn’t need, and reeking of fake spray tan mixed with strong fruity perfume.

you had already had enough of that shit after seeing a room full of girls who looked like that. as you were about to sit up and ask dwayne to leave he spoke for you

“let’s get out of here.”

“yes please. my head hurts from all the colors.”

-🦇

you two ended up on the pier, watching as the waves clashed with each other and people screaming with joy. you smiled to yourself.

you took a glance at dwayne, knowing that it was stupid because if you looked you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes away.

you looked at his dyed jet black hair flowing in the wind, his shirt going in all different directions as he leaned up against the wood.

he finally looked up at you, feeling the pair of admiring eyes on him.

“what?” he said with a grin

“nothing.. im sorry for everything that happened today. it’s been fucking crazy.”

“it’s okay really. im sorry for making you come with me. if i knew it was gonna be this bad i wouldn’t have even thought you should’ve came.”

“no it’s okay! im happy i came. im happy i was able to comfort you..” you said taking a risk with this response.

dwayne’s face slightly heated up at this comment, even if the winds made it as cold as ever.

“i have a question though..why did you ask for me to come?”

dwayne’s face heated up even more. he thought it was obvious why he asked for you to come, why he said if you came he would go. dwayne was head over heels for you. you both had the same music taste, sense of humor, style, and he thought you were stunning. the way you tried so hard to adjust to him and his calmer life style made him even more in love.

he honestly didn’t know whether to hide his admiration by making a quick white lie..or to truly show his feelings.

dwayne stared down at the ocean with one thing on his mind ‘fuck it’.

now dwayne would never have this type of confidence, but some random talk with his uncle frank about how you only live once, and to do whatever you want and fuck the rest, got him to change his thinking

“i thought it would be obvious.” he said trying to make it subtle.

“what do you mean?” you said confused.

“i like you.”

it was silent..the wind blowing across the sea becoming louder and louder as dwayne looked and read your face.

nothing…

but then..a shy smile. he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a deep sigh.

“really?”

“yeah..i’ve liked you for a while ya know..”

you smiled even harder at him, more red and pink tints filling your cheeks. he was trying hard to not smile but couldn’t help it.

“youre so cute” you said focusing on his eyes.

he looked down, embarrassed by how hot his face was.

you slowly crept over to him, closing the distance between you two. you reached for his hand on the railing and held his pinky with your own, not wanting to move too quickly.

he picked himself up off the railing looking at you for a moment and back to the ocean

that’s when he felt a pair of lips softly kiss his cheeks, the gloss in which covered your lips definitely staining it. he looked down at you, a grin on your face.

“you ready to go inside?” you said now taking his hand in yours.

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THATS IT!!! bro i know months ago i said i would post more, BUT I HAD NO IDEAS. this just came to mind when i was randomly watching little miss sunshine for the 20th time. plzplzplz request some stuff so i can have motivation to post and have good ideas PLEASE!!!!

thank you for reading !! 🦈💤🤍

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Can I request Peaky blinders with a s/o who faints at the site of blood. Love your posts ❤️

I guess warnings, theres be a lot of mentions of blood?

Enjoy this very fucking silly mood board <3

Tommy

🌿 Youd been doing your best to keep your aversion to blood a secret, not wanting tommy to think you were weak or just another "feeble minded good girl"

🌿 You thought that if he found out he'd think less of you, he'd find it frustrating and unnecessary, he might even think you a little pathetic

🌿 So youd made sure to avoid the sight of blood in front of him. Whenever one of the lads came back injured you found a way to busy yourself and help but in such a way that meant you could avoid seeing the gory details of their injury.

🌿Actually the way that your "issue" comes to his attention is when it is Tommy himself who comes home injured one night... Because you don't want to busy yourself in the other room, you don't want to help from a distance.

🌿 When its tommy who is injured your heart is in your throat. It isn't too serious a wound but its still bleeding, it looks bad. You can't just leave Pol to look after him on her own, he's your man... You need to help him...

🌿 So you do your best... You swallow down the sick feeling in your throat, that tight lump which constricts your breathing and makes you feel dizzy. You try to focus on your breathing... And at first its fine... Youre doing well... You feel terrible but you're okay. Your hands are shaking as you try to clean the blood away.

🌿 But then you get some of it on your hand and its the feeling of it touching you that tips you over the edge and overwhelms you.

🌿 You realise whats going to happen too late to do anything about it and in an instant Tommys hands have caught your body, guiding you gently into his arms despite the pain it's caused him to reach out for you like that.

🌿 Aunt Pol looks at you, shes a little confused, rolls her eyes and shakes her head because shes grown so used to violence that she can't understand why you'd have fainted over a little bit of blood.

🌿 But tommy understands and just sighs, closes his eyes gets struggles to stand, carrying you to lay you down somewhere near by but out of the way.

🌿 "Mustn't judge her Pol, its a good thing if not every girls had as hard and violent a life as you eh... You were scared of things once Pol, don't pretend you were always this cold..."

🌿 "Alright Pol looks like me and you had better get this fixed sharpish eh," he'd chuckle wanting to be there for you when you come round

🌿 He feels bad that you thought you had to hide your fear from him, if he'd known he'd have never let you near him. Wouldn't have let you seen him all messed up like that.

🌿 He'd do his best to make sure that there was no blood left on view when you woke up.

🌿 When you do wake up you feel dizzy and sick and so so embarrassed, its shameful that you couldn't help your man and you feel pathetic

🌿 But tommy is so gentle and kind to you "You tried to help me even though you were scared, that was very brave and very sweet of you angel, you're such a good girl..."

🌿"Im glad you don't like blood angel, shows you're an innocent, you shouldn't have to see so much blood..." "You should have told me angel, its nothing to be ashamed of! My sweet girl eh,"

🌿 He will go out of his way to make sure you never have to see that much blood ever again. He'll still let you try and help but when he can see that youre getting upset he'll kiss you on the forehead and say "enough now angel, you've done your part, go sit down rest..."

🌿 When his brothers turn up at the office or the house bleeding Tommy will get defensive immediately worrying about you as well as his brothers safety.

🌿"If you let Y/n see you like that I'll finish the fuckin job eh?" pointing to the wound and then sneaking them inside trying not to disturb you or attract your attention.

Alfie

🐻 He knows about your fear because you fainting at the sight of blood was actually how you met

🐻 You were weaving your way through Camden market one day with your friend, the two of you picking out ribbon for your hair...Alfie was there because there'd been a threat made against him by Sabini and his men...

🐻 But he'd been distracted from his work when he overheard your conversation with your friend. You had such a soft sweet voice, it had caught his attention, and when you laughed he noticed how it lit up your whole face.

🐻 So he had followed you from a distance, weaving his way between the stalls a little behind you... And he was glad that he had because when Sabini's men did turn up, shooting into the crowd mindlessly trying to cause a stir, Alfie saw the terror on your face and knew he needed to protect you.

🐻 When a bullet ripped through the old man on the stall beside you your friend had let out a scream and pushed through the crowd running away, but you hadn't.

🐻 Instead you'd frozen, your face paling as your eyes fixed unblinking on the man who was dying on the floor in front of you. You want to help but your mind has gone blank, its like you're glitching, you can't move, you feel sheer panic...

🐻 The sight of the blood is whats made you so helpless and you feel your knees begin to wobble as the noise of the market and the crowd fades out, like someone turning the volume and the lights down all at once.

🐻 But when you faint you don't fall all the way to the floor. Alfie catches you, wraps his big arms around your body and lifts you up so that he can carry you to safety. Away from the fighting.

🐻 When you come round you have your head resting on his coat in his lap, he's sitting on the floor behind one of the market stalls, the two of you hidden from the view of anybody else

🐻 When you recognise him you're scared but not for very long. He holds his finger to his lip to shush you and then, with his other hand strokes his fingers over your hair.

🐻 "Reckon you don't like blood very much do you poppet... See you saw some right and you went all pale yeah... When i saw you go all pale i thought that girls gonna faint ain't she, and well, luckily for you i caught you and bought you here to safety..."

🐻 So he's always known about your fear, about how sensitive you are to it too. He's had you faint at the sight of your own finger pricked on a needle before...

🐻 But hes always lovely to you about it, ever so caring a gentle. He really dotes on you and has never snapped at you or insulted you for your fear.

🐻 He likes the excuse to take care of you and be soft with you, to be protective over you. If someone at the factory hurts themselves Alfie will put his hands over your eyes so you can't see and walk you carefully to his office, talking to you gently and reassuring.

🐻 If you injure yourself and start bleeding he'll make you close your eyes and lean back against his chest until he can lower you to safety and patch you up himself.

🐻 And if he's injured he won't give you the opportunity to try and help, his first command to anyone will be "Fuckin make sure y/n isn't around... Don't let her see this mess alright, she don't need to see this mess..."

🐻 He will be so soft with you when you are injured yourself, calling you a brave girl, kissing your forhead. And whenever you get upset or question why he likes you when youre clearly "pathetic being scared of blood and dating a gangster..." he'll get all serious and a little bit gruff telling you never to say things like that.

Arthur

🍂 Oo bestie this ones gonna be rough

🍂 Arthur is literally always getting into fights, he can't keep himself out of trouble no matter how hard he tries.

🍂 So he's always coming home covered in blood. Most of the time, when he's been fighting at the boxing gym, his brothers have done their best to clean him up before you can see him.

🍂 So the first time he realises how much blood effects you, he's shocked by it.

🍂 You were all out drinking at the Garrison, the mood was carefree and you were sitting in Arthurs lap.

🍂 But when a fight breaks out despite the blinders efforts to keep a clean evening, Arthur is the first to stand up. You slip from his lap and watch in horror as he smashes a glass down hard on the troublemakers face, challenging anyone else in the room to fight him.

🍂 The sight of blood gushing free and dark down this strangers face leaves you shaking like a leaf, your insides scrunching up, your head suddenly light and aching as your vision grows faded and then suddenly dark.

🍂 When you come to your ears are ringing and your head is resting in Ada's lap. She has a cool rag held to your forehead and is being careful to tend to you.

🍂 When your eyes flutter open you remember everything and feel a little sick, you're embarrassed of course, a peaky girl fainting at the sight of blood? How ridiculous. More than that though you're worried about your Arthur.

🍂 "Where's..." you start but before you can finish he's at your side in seconds, on his knees holding your hands in his.

🍂 "I'm so sorry love didn't mean to scare you, didn't mean to frighten you darlin..." he's so apologetic and gentle with you.

🍂 From then on he'd really try to control his temper, especially around you. It wont always work and there will be plenty of times just like the first, but he will try his best to keep the violence to a minimum

🍂 In front of you that is anyway...

🍂 The fighting won't stop but he will be much more careful about coming home with blood on his clothes. He'll stop by his brothers house to wash and change his shirt on the way home. He'll never set foot in front of you with blood on him if he can help it.

🍂 He will be so protective of you too, if anyone ever questions why he's with a girl who's so bothered by blood he'll tell them to shut their mouth and threaten them. If his brothers tease him about it he'll skip the threats and cut straight to thumping them.

🌼 Could tell you were a little "soft" right from the first time he met you. Your aversion to the violence in his life was one of the reasons he'd gone soft on you.

🌼 You were so different in that sense from every other aspect of his life

🌼 So the first time you fainted he wasn't surprised exactly, in fact he was kind of ready to catch you.

🌼 He's only really surprised by the way in which it all comes around. He'd always done his best to hide any bad injuries from you, keep you as far away from the violence of the blinders as best he can.

🌼 But he had always presumed it would be the injuries of one of his brothers that youd see... Not one of his own (because hes cocky, hes never expecting he'll get hurt)

🌼 He wasn't counting on getting shot, wasn't counting on you being so determined to help him... He'd tried to tell his brothers not to tell you he was hurt

🌼 But you burst in there practically fighting with tommy to let you help him... The only thing is the second you see John with blood seeping and staining his white shirt, all the fight in you drains away and you don't know what to do...

🌼 Johns stood up in an instant, rushing to your side, his arm snaking around your waist protectively.

🌼 "S'alright flower I'm alright, you're gonna be alright," he murmurs to you as you feel your head go heavy, your ears ringing. He's the last thing your hear and the first thing you hear too because he doesnt leave your side the whole time youre out.

🌼 His brothers fix him up and Polly lectures him about putting himself in harms way...

🌼 Whenever anyone goes to make a comment about you he shuts them up before they can say a word.

🌼 "Don't fuckin say it, i know what you're thinking but don't you dare fuckin say it... Y/n's a sweet girl, shes a good girl... She's not used to all this shit and thats a fucking good thing..." hes so defensive of you that no ones going to try and argue with him.

🌼 He will be very cautious in future to keep you as far from the peaky violence as he can. If you ever cut yourself at home he'll be with you in a heartbeat always ready to reassure you and comfort you, and catch you if he needs to.

Bonnie

🍀 Rather than get caught out you end up having to admit it to him, its embarrassing honestly, you feel like youre confessing this awful stupid dirty secret and you're scared hes going to think so much less of you afterwards.

🍀 You end up having to confess because for the whole time youve been his girl, you havent been to a single one of his fights... You want to, you really wish you could go and support him, but youre just too scared

🍀 Because you know he'll be a bloody mess by the end of the fight and you know you won't be able to handle it

🍀 So every time he has a fight coming up you manage to come up with an excuse not to go, or you manage to disappear into the woodlands for a few days on some "errand"

🍀 But after awhile this starts to worry bonnie, hes upset you dont want to support him and he ends up thinking its because you dont like that hes a fighter, he thinks youre scared of him

🍀 So one day he confronts you and you get so awkward. You actually do consider running away from him... In the end you just cry though, apologising over and over and trying to reassure you it isnt him youre scared of

🍀 When you finally tell him you feel so pathetic and embarrassed.... "if youre going to laugh at me get it over with already Bonnie," you say trying to be brave and pretend you don't care

🍀 But bonnie just shakes his head, smiling because hes relieved you don't hate him and arent scared of him... And also because he can't believe that this was your big secret.

🍀"Why would i laugh at you for something like that eh little dove?" he'd hug you and kiss your cheek, play with your hair and probably enjoy how shy you got... Then he'd reassure you he doesn't think youre stupid for being bothered by the sight of blood.

🍀 He makes an agreement with you, you don't watch his fights but you do promise to come and wish him good luck in the changing rooms before he goes out into the ring.

🍀 He will always be understanding and careful with you and, theres lots of opportunity for bloody injuries at the camp what with the hunting they do and all the sharp knives they have... So he'll be extra careful in future to keep the risk of injury to a minimum... And if there does happen to be one and theres a lot of blood, he will be by your side in a second to reassure you, telling you to close your eyes and focus on his voice.

🍀 He'll tell you a little story to distract you or sing to you, or tickle you... Anything really to distract you and make you forget what you've seen.

🍀 After you've come round from a fainting spell he'll make you an irish tea (idk if thats what you call them everywhere else in the world but i mean normal tea with like, a thimble of whiskey stirred in) its the perfect rememdy.

🍀 If you decide you want to stop fainting at the sight of blood he will very cautiously try to help you with that, but he will always be worried about pressuring you or you pushing yourself too far so he will be a little timid to help.

Isaiah

🐀 He'll probably be surprised when you faint at the sight of blood because you will have done a very very good job of putting on the fearless umbothered act around the rough boy.

🐀 Isaiah is such a "bad boy" that you would be convinced he would think less of you if he found out about your difficulty with blood... So youd do your best to hide it and also to convince him that you weren't scared of anything... You were just as bad as him

🐀 Of course when youre dating a peaky boy there's only so long you can keep an act like that up before you get caught out

🐀And its your own fucking fault... You accidentally break a glass and cut yourself on it when youre drunk at the Garrison.

🐀 Everyone youre with just laughs and takes the piss but you struggle to laugh along, looking down at your hand and the bloody line the glass has drawn across your palm.

🐀Isaiah would roll his eyes, chuckling along with his pals, also taking the piss but trying to help you too. "Alright reckon thats a sign if ever i saw one, alright you lets get you home before you do anymore damage..." hes being cheeky, wrapping your hand in a rag promising to sort it out properly when youre home.

🐀You manage to hold it together for all of five seconds but the moment you stand up to join him in leaving the pub, your body gives way beneath you and you collapse into his arms.

🐀He'd be stunned, thinking you weren't anywhere near drunk enough to have passed out on him

🐀It probably takes him a moment to work it out but when he does he decides to run with the "drunk" story to all your friends, realising youve obviously been hiding this fear of yours for a reason.

🐀When you come round he's carrying you home back to his place, has you bundled up in his arms and is singing a little song under his breath.

🐀"Shit," you murmur as you open your eyes, you can feel the stinging in your hand and it reminds you what happened.

🐀"Not as tough as you make out eh mousey?" he asks you, his voice kind and teasing rather than cruel.

🐀Youd be embarrassed trying to make up an excuse trying to pretend but Isaiah would just chuckle and tell you not to lie... "Whatre you embarrassed for darlin? So you don't like blood its no big deal? I hate the stuff me... Makes a right mess of everything doesn't it..."

🐀He'd try to make jokes to make you feel better about it

🐀He'd definitely tease you about the fact you pretended to be such a tough girl for so long just to impress him.

🐀Will remind you you don't need to try and impress him.

Michael

☘️ Honestly he understands it? The sight of blood makes him feel a bit sick sometimes too, especially after the injuries hes seen on himself and his cousins... Sometimes the sight of blood makes him feel faint and all

☘️So he has a lot of sympathy for you, and hes lowkey glad youre not as unfeeling and desensitised as the Shelby women he knows.

☘️ He can tell you're going to faint by looking at you and will always make sure hes by your side to ease you down to the floor/chair/bed/wherever

☘️ He won't let anyone say a word to you about your fear, he won't let anyone say a bad word about you ever but especially not about this. He's very protective of you.

☘️ "At least shes got a fuckin heart eh tommy... Least she still knows it ain't a good thing to bleed."

☘️He makes sure you never come round alone, waits by your side, holds a cold cloth to your forhead, will get you water, whiskey, tea whatever you need...

☘️ He will never let you put yourself down about it either, if ever you express disdain for yourself over the fainting, he'll immediately correct you.

☘️ "don't say that darling, it doesn't make you weak just cause you don't like to see blood... Who does like to see blood eh? It ain't a normal thing for a woman to like is it..."

☘️ Lots of forehead kisses to comfort you before and after you've fainted.

☘️ Sometimes his cousins tell him he's too soft on you, that they think its stupid he's dating a woman who couldn't even stomach stitching him up if he got shot, they'll tell him he needs to help you get over your fear, but he won't let them bully him or you...

☘️ Of course he would support you if you wanted to try and get over the fear you have, but he'd never suggest it to you, it would need to be your own idea.. He wouldn't want to make you feel like you need fixing because you don't.

#bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine

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“Your killin me”

Pairing: Lo’ak x Na’vi!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Reader and Lo’ak are aged up to 18

warnings:fluff, swearing, mentions of death, arguing, lo’ak being an idiot in love, making out !!

Me and lo’ak, Lo’ak and I. We have been inseparable since birth, everything I know it came from lo’ak his ways have rubbed off on me. My mother and father had passed a few years back when I was 13, they were at war with the sky people and they never came back, it broke me they were my only blood family i had left but then the Sully family were so kind to take me in and care for me. “Y/n!” I turn to see Lo’ak flying down back from war on his Ikran “Lo’ak!” i shout as I run over to his Ikran “what took you so long” I look up at him as he climbs off his Ikran slowly, I cock an eyebrow wondering why he was moving so slow “the passage was blocked so we had to take another, longer way” I walk close to his body and examine “your injured” I look at his back “you think i didnt know” he laughs slightly, I run my fingers over the small cut on his back softly so I dont hurt him “we need to get you bandged up” I look around his back and arms to look for anymore injuries and to his luck there wasnt any other “I’m fine y/n its just a scratch” I examine the cut once again “its not just a scratch, its pretty deep we need someone to stitch it up” i sigh “no im fine” he slightly hits me with his tail in the stomach, I swat his tail away then I press my hand around the cut, I press slightly hard around it. He turns to face me and hisses at me “you skxwang whyd you do that” his nose scrunch up as he looks at me “see I told you its bad come on” I grab his hand and I pull him towards the healers “no I dont want them to do it” I turn to face him, I look up at his face and I notice a small scratch across his right cheek “who do you want to fix you up then huh?” I run my thumb across his hand that i’m still holding tight “i want you to do it please” He looks at me with pleading eyes, how could i say no? “fine” I drag him towards the healers station “lay on your stomach please” he does what I say without a fight and I’m surprised. I gather all the stuff I need then I sit beside him, I cross my legs then I start organising everything I need for the small yet deep cut on his back. “Lo’ak this is gonna hurt a bit okay” I look over at him but hes facing towards the door not looking at me “I’ll be fine, im strong” he says proudly and I chuckle “oh shut it you skxwang” I try covering my smile but I was unsuccessful “im not even looking at you and I can tell your smiling” he laughs “shut up and let me patch you up” I roll my eyes.

“You ready?” he nods his head as I look down at his back, I put the first stitch in and his body jolts “im sorry” i use my free hand to soothingly rub his lower back. Another stitch “fuck” he whispers and i sigh, I hate seeing him in pain, i hate saying goodbye before he goes off to war not knowing if i’ll ever see him again, my worst nightmare is him leaving for war but then never returning, my body shudders. Lo’ak is my everything I’d break if i lost him. “Are we almost

finished?” I hear the tremble in his voice and a frown forms on my face “two more lo” I finish stitching him up “you alright?” I rub his lower back hoping it’ll make him feel a little better “yes thankyou” he mumbles, ‘pull yourself away y/n before you get hurt, before he gets hurt’. I pull my hand away then I quickly stand up, he sits up slowly then he looks up at me confused “where are you going?” his big green eyes stare into my soul “promised i’d help tuk with something” I lied but he seemed convinced so I quickly walked off.

The past 2 weeks had be hard, I hadnt watched him fly off for war the past two times, I need to put some distances between us so if hes gone it wont hurt as bad but its hard to do that when you live with him. “Y/n come swim with us in the lake” I look at Lo’ak then Neteyam, tuk, spider then Kiri.“I dont feel the best so I’m just gonna stay here” Kiri gives me a weird look as if she can read through me “you sure?” I turn to look at the human boy “yeah im sure” I ignore lo’aks stare “fine” Lo’ak says plainly then he turns away “come on then guys” Then they’re off.

Neteyams POV

“bro whats up with y/n, what’d you do to her” I walk over to him as Kiri and spider straggle behind talking about whatever “I haven’t done anything” he shrugs as he looks at his feet “well she wont just ignore you for weeks if you havent done anything, just apologise for whatever it was” I pat his back softly the tuk grips on my hand and pulls it “how far until were there” she groans “not far tuk” I reassure her, shes so impatient “I havent done anything so Im not saying sorry” he shrugs “your too stubborn” I roll my eyes

Y/ns POV

I miss his warm hands on mine, Lo’ak and I had a very touchy friendship, we always had to be touching one an another either holding hands, my hand on his arm or his hand on my lower back. I think we both just liked that it reassured us that we were still here, alive and not a victim to the sky people. But thats why i have to distance myself so it wont hurt so badly, I wont break if hes gone, as much as it hurts now to be away from him is just me saving myself from pain sooner or later.

Week 3 of barely talking to Lo’ak and its driving me crazy, I miss him so badly. We exchange glances at home and we say a ‘goodnight’ everynight thats really all. I cant even tell if he cares were not talking anymore he barely shows he cares.

As I’m closing my eyes I hear someones steps shuffling towards me, I slowly open my eyes and to my surprise Lo’ak is standing over me “y/n we need to talk get up” he says with a stern voice, I look around at everyone sleeping and I sigh because i know this’ll turn into an argument and I dont want to wake anyone “come on” I stand up and I head towards the forest.

We’ve been walking for about 5 minutes and no one has said a word, I look around at the glowing plants and I smile “y/n” my smile drops and I turn to face the youngest Sully boy “yes?” my gaze is everywhere but his eyes “whats going on with us” his words come out with a harsh tone “nothing were fine” i lie, nothings fine I miss him so badly but I’m scared, he scoffs “were fine” he mimicks me “yes were fine” I confirm as I look at the trees behind him “you cant even look at me y/n” he scoffs, i open my mouth to say something but no words come out, he steps closer to me and I suck in a breath as our chests are almost touching, this is the closest we’ve been in 3 weeks, I feel the heat radiating off him and my knees buckle. My eyes widen as I feel a strong hand on my jaw forcing me to look at him. The war has changed him, made him colder. “Look at me y/n.” he says blankly, my eyes shift to his face “what have I done?” his gaze makes me feel tiny, my eyes roam around his face taking in the features of his face oh how I miss running my hands across his cheeks. “You haven’t done anything, were fine” I try to give him the most convincing look “then why have you been fucking ignoring me for 3 weeks” his voice sounds desperate for answers “I havent, we’ve both been busy” I lie once again and he scoffs “busy? busy doing what” he moves his hand away from my face “ive been busy helping around the villiage and you’ve been busy with the war, not to mention you’ve also started thinking about finding a mate” my words shrink his eyes widen “finding a mate?” I look away embarrassed. “Is that why you're not talking to me? You think I've found a mate?” he looks down at me then shakes his head “no i dont” I walk away from him “no” he says plainly and shakes his head,I stopped confused “what?” I look at him “you’ve found a mate haven’t you” his voice trembles, I look up at him “lo’ak your so stupid” I laugh and he looks at me confused “I haven’t got a mate and i'm not ignoring you so please just lets end this conversation here” I start walking off into the forest, I need to be alone. “Y/n stop walking away from me it's not fair” he whines quietly and I turn to face him “Lo’ak I’m not ignoring you but I think it's best if we give each other space” I run my hands over my face “you cant do that y/n” he shouts as he walks over to me “I can and I just did” I walk faster, im an idiot for doing this “you have no fucking reason to do this y/n” he sounds so desperate for answers and I hate myself for this, im hurting him. I don't say anything and I walk faster hoping he doesnt catch up “its killing me y/n” I stop at his words but i dont face him “you're killin me” I can tell in the way he's speaking hes crying, I hug my body as I let hot tears roll down my face your ruining this all y/n. “some friendships dont last forever lo’ak” he winces “were not just friends y/n you know that” he waves his arms in the air “im sorry lo’ak i really am” he scoffs “no your not” he shakes his head “fuck you y/n” he wipes the tears off his cheeks then walks back towards home.

“y/n come on breakfast is ready” tuk jumps around me “i wanna be alone tuk please” i pull my blanket over my head as I close my eyes “whyy everyones already up” she tries to pull the blanket off me “tuk please” I sigh she then gives up then walks out to the family.

Kiri had come to see me a few times during the day to check on me because I still haven't moved “come on y/n you gotta eat please” she tries to convince me to get up and eat “m’not hungry” i mumble, she rubs her hand across my hip “whatever is going on between you and lo’ak need to figure it out its killing you both” my ears twitch at her last few words “what do you mean killing us both he doesnt care” i sigh “he hasn’t spoken to anyone all day and he just took off on his Ikran” she replies softly and my eyes widen “see y/n hes not even talking or annoying dad, somethings definitely wrong” i close my eyes “theres no point in talking to him im sure he hates me now” she scoffs “lo’ak sully hating you?, never that boy loves you” she laughs “eh” i shrug “just go talk go him okay?” she smiles “maybe” i whisper then I close my eyes.

It's been 3 days since I ended mine and Lo’aks friendship and I still have barely gotten out of bed, let alone spoke to lo’ak.

“Lo’ak” I walk up to him just as he’s climbing on his Ikran “y/n” he doesn’t even bother looking at me ouch “your right its not fair that I just broke our friendship off with no explanation” he still doesnt turn around to face me “i know im right now tell me what was the reason for you to break my heart like that” he sighs, i drop my gaze to the ground “its stupid” i shake my head “tell me” he demands, I take a deep breathe in and i contemplating if im really going to tell him fuck it “I wanted to distance myself from you because i was so scared that you were gonna leave for war then not return, i wanted to make sure i’d distance myself from you so it wouldnt hurt as bad” i swallow the lump in my throat holding back the tears, he turns to face me “that is so stupid” he moves towards me “i know but after losing my parents i dont think i could handle losing you, if would break me lo” I sniffle as a few tears drop down my face “if you were so scared of losing me you shouldve told me not possibly ruining what we have” he shakes his head “i know i know and I’m so sorry lo’ak i just freaked out i guess” he sighs then wraps his strong arms around my waist then pulls me into his chest, i wrap my arms around his neck and i rest my head on his chest “please dont leave me lo’ak your my everything” i feel his heart beat speed up against my cheek “trust me y/n i dont plan on leaving you anytime soon” i smile softly as push myself closer to his body “i see you y/n” my eyes shoot open as he says those words “what?” i look up at him and i search his face for any signs of this being a joke “you heard me y/n” i smile widely “i see you too my lo’ak” he smiles widely at my words “are you serious?” i smile back at him and i nod my head softly, he places his hands on the back of my thighs then picks me up “i have been waiting for you to say those words since we were 13 years old” i laugh “i knew you were obsessed with me this whole time” he rolls his eyes then crashes his lips onto mine, my eyes flutter shut then i let our lips mould together. My heart feels like its beating to the point its gonna burst out, im surprised he cant feel it against his chest “ive been waiting for this for so many years” he mumbles against my lips “you should've made a move years ago then” i mumble. I slide my tongue across his bottom lip, he opens his mouth slightly and I slip my tongue into his mouth ‘mmm’ he moans into my mouth sending vibrations through my whole body “you guys made up? and made out?” I quickly pull away and my head snaps towards Kiri, Neteyam, tuk and spider “yeah we did” i smirk as I look at Lo’ak “finally” tuk rolls her eyes “now y/n will actually get out of bed to play with me” she jumps up and down “oh shush tuk” i giggle

I dont really like this one but i had to post smt!

i think im getting writers block 😭

#avatar way of water #lo’ak sully #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak imagine #na’vi x reader #sully #avatar #neteyam sully #tuktirey

[coolpeopleonlyexist]

Slut

Emily Davis x Jessica Riley, smut

"Oh look what the cat dragged in." emily groans in annoyance and rolls her eyes turning to see jessica, her ex-bestfriend "Its been a while since, ya know i got with your man." emily scowls crushing out the butt of her cigarette on the bottom of her shoe to flick it out the window next.

They were at a party sam decided to make at her house and currently emily was in sams room, she wanted to take a smoke just to get away from all the drunks and crazy people downstairs and also to get away from jess, so here she is leaning on the window smoking out in the air.

"Sam won’t like your smoking in her room." emily glares at her taking out another one just incase jess decides to leave "Do i look like i give a shit?" now its jessicas turn to roll her eyes "You should, she would kick you out." emily turns to her.

"Oh what, you care about that?" jess looks at her with her lip curled "No, im just saying. Though it would be satisifying to see sam drag you out of here." emily snaps her head up her lighter in hand "Fuck.You." emily begins to grip the lighter in her hand.

There was something that would burn in emilys chest every single time she saw jess but this time it was a different feeling, it wasn’t of love but hatred.

"What the hell do you want." emily growls her last puff of nicotine slipping out her lips blowing it into the air "Just wanted to see my dear friend." jess responds as she walks around the room picking things up to examine them and keeping her distance from emily, she makes sure to keep her eyes on the brunette because she knows emily will literally pounce up and drag her.

"We aren’t friends, we will never be. After what you fucking did!" jess looks emily a bit harder into her eyes to see that she was very close to crying, emily places a cigarette between her lips planing to just turn and walk away "I didn’t do anything, your man michael wanted me so i took the opportunity-" now that set emily off, she spit out the stick onto the floor. Jess made the mistake to turn her back on emily and before she realized emily takes a grip of her hair and slams her forehead into the wall.

"OW FUCK!" jess yells elbowing emily in the nose, that was a trick emily taught her when they were 9 'Just in case!' emily would say with a big grin but the emily now was glaring at her with anger and her teeth bared.

Emily shrieks as she lets go of jessicas hair to grab at her nose that was now spiling blood down her chin "How do you like that bitch!" emilys eyes snap open dodging jessicas sucker punch, giving jess a punch to the jaw making jessica grunt and look back up to emily though another punch was thrown and this time it was to her eye "SHIT!" emily grabs her by the collar of her shirt, bitch slapping jess which happened to split jessicas lip.

Jess pushes emily away "You fucking CUNT!" jess lands a punch on emilys temple knocking emily into the wall "I fucking hate you!" emily yells out.

Emily then grabs jessica by the waist and slams her down on the floor knocking the air out of her "Shit!" jess grunts out trying to push emily off her but to no avail.

Emily straddles jess with her knees on either side of jessicas hips trapping her under her, jess jumps up biting hard onto emilys collar bone til she felt something warm and metallic in her mouth "Fuck!" emily yells pushing jess down onto the floor before wrapping her hands around jessicas throat.

Jess grips on emilys hair making her grunt "GOD! fuck!" emily lets out a cry as jessica scratches her forearm "Stop that!" emily picks jess up by the neck and slams her down making jessica let out a pained groan "Let me go! You bitch." jessica began to thrust her hips up trying to push emily off "Get OFF-" jess gets cut off by a punch to her nose "OW!" she lets out a whine.

She knew she didn’t stand a chance to fighting with emily because emily didn’t show mercy, was very vicious and brutal during fights. She has seen the brunette fight women and knock men out, its as if seeing a bear fight a bird.

Emily squeezes her hands making jessica cough "God- fuck." emily lets out a chuckle "I prefer when your like this. With your fucking mouth shut and at my mercy." jess let out a moan as emily squeezes her hands again, sick fucker.

Emily glares down at her "I fucking despise you." jess lets out a whimper when emilys grip tightens even more. Jessicas eyes roll to the back of her head "I don’t understand why michael chose you of all people." jess groans "isn’t it obvious?" she coughed out.

"Enlighten me, how a man doesn’t have sex with a girl for a good month and he decides to run to the nearest slut." emilys look in her eyes seem as if she is now close to snapping jessicas neck "Thats the thing, you could never pleasure him but i can." emily smirks "He just likes having useless idiotic cum dumpsters with him, so he went to get with you after he realized i was none of those. Baby." emily purr’s with a smile "Tell me, how many times he has came inside you and just turned around and fell asleep. Im sure he has a streak of doing that." jess bites down on her bottom lip "Your just his little whore." emily places one of her hands on jessicas chin "And thats all you will ever be." emily wraps her hands around jessicas neck again to squeeze til jess coughs.

Jess squirms 'Oh god, why is this making me horny.' jess couldn’t really lie at the fact she was a bit into getting man handled but what she didn’t understand was why at THIS moment her body decided it was fucking hungry for emily fucking davis.

She thought those feelings went away when she got with mike, she HOPED they would go away after she got with mike but she was wrong when she looks down to see emilys skirt hiked up showing her underwear resulting in jessica feel even more bothered.

Jess snaps out of her adrenaline to realize her clit was throbbing painfully against the tight jeans she swore, but it is hitting just the right spot she couldn’t help but squirm.

No man neither mike has ever turned her on like this and emily wasn’t even trying to be sexy or to get her like this but she was, she didn’t even know what was going on in jessicas head.

She fixed her look back on Emily and noticed how beautiful the light of sams bedroom made her. Her skin looks so soft and her lips look wet from her own blood. 'No.' Thought Jess, and this time she actually kept the thought in her head instead of verbalizing it. 'Her lips look soft too..like pillows. FUCK.'

Emily realizes the looks jessica is giving her, the eyes to lips to eyes again and how shes biting down on her bottom lip with a flushed face then soon the realization hits emily so hard.

Emily glares down at her with a disgusted snarl "Oh my god.. your enjoying this, aren’t you." jess smirks letting out a cough as emilys grip tightens to indicate she wants a response from the blonde "What can i say, i like it a little rough." from her high-pitched pants and gasps she guessed the same was true of emily, but she knew she wasn’t going to give it up. not yet ofcourse.

Emily picks up jess by the throat and slams her down on the floor again earning a cry from jess "Emily!" emilys nails dug into jessicas flesh, jess swore she could feel her skin break from emilys sharp nails as something warm went down her neck "Your going to-" jess gasps, her lips parting.

"Kill me!" emily ignores her watching as her eyelids flutter "I hope i do, you fucking crazy bitch." jess knew emily would and could kill her right now if she wanted too, she knew emily could snap her neck and leave her here without a care in the world.

Though instead emily leans into jessicas lips in a sloppy mash of skin and teeth, jessica groans when she tastes emily. She tastes of blood and cigarettes as well as the cherry lipgloss she always wore.

Emily was still choking her as they clash teeth and lips, she then bit down on jessicas bottom lip breaking the skin making her to yelp "Ow!" blood began to appear but emily looks at her with anger before leaning in again and each time jessica would try to pull away she would let out an angry groan and squeeze jessicas throat.

Emily pulls away when she was out of breath, jessica was so dizzy from the cut of air and emilys strong rich perfume and she was overwhelmed by all of this. It was happening so fast, they both have boyfriends! This is insane.

Emily slides her hand down jessicas jeans to press her fingers on her dampened underwear, looking at her with a glare when jess arches her back and leans her head more into the floor with a ragged sigh "God, your fucking messed up." jess smirks up at her "Your just as turned on as me." they both know its true theres no denying it, jessica could feel emilys heat on her stomach due to the fact emily was already showing the arousal soaked underwear. Jessica decides to thrust her hips up to press her stomach on emilys crotch "Fuck-" emily grunts "See? Just like me sweetie." emily glares down at jessica as she presses even more down on her stomach beginning to grind down on her abdomen, jessica smirks "Keep going."

Jess pushes the hem of emilys top up to just rest her palms against her stomach, her nails digging into her skin leaving marks on her pale skin "Your lucky im even LETTING you touch me you slut." jess smirks at her as emily grinds against her faster "Aren’t i lucky- ohh right t-there." jessicas eyelids flutter as emily brushes her fingers on her clit to go down to her entrance, jessicas back arches when emily presses her clit.

"This is fucking filthy, this is not sex. This is FUCKING, you know the difference." emily growls as she gives a sharp thrust into jess "Fuhhckk!" jess moans as she feels herself stretch around emilys two fingers, its so intense its making her head spin.

Emily stares down at her watching as whimpers and moans slip out from jessicas lips "Look at me, i want to watch you crumble." jessica immediantly complies as she sees the hungry look emily has in her eyes.

Jess moans as emily thrusts even harder inside curling her fingers up "Fuck! yes yes right there! Keep going oh fuck." though emily pulls away "Wait no, emily!" jess whines with her voice all shaky "What are you doing!" emily smirks as she grinds slowly "Beg me." jess glares at her "You fucking bitch." emily begins to circle around the blondes swollen clit. Jess lets out a plead "Em." jutting her hips up "Emily," jess whimpers "Not enough, jessica our time is limited until somebody finds us here. And i don’t want to have to explain." jess looks at emily through frustrated tears, her thighs tightened as she watches emily roll her hips letting out a moan of pleasure.

Jess watches as emily kept rubbing herself onto her stomach letting out whines and it made jessica want to touch her but she knew emily wouldn’t let her do that so instead she should just finish this while watching her "Please emily." her voice a low needy rasp "Good girl." emily plunges her three fingers inside, it hurt so good. Emily chokes jess to keep her from moaning loud "Sh-it." emily growls "Look at me, jessica." jess looks at emily, god she looks beautiful. Her hair was a mess from jess tugging on it, her nose had dried blood going to her chin, her lipstick was smudged and her mascara was also smudged and jessica felt her arousal smear on her stomach "Fuck." emily whimpers arching her back, jess lets out a chuckle "You look beautiful." jess begins to sit up trying to go for a kiss but emily presses her back down "No, thats too much." emily shakes her head, they both knew it was too passionate but jess didn’t care so she thought it wouldn’t hurt if she tried.

Jess just wonders how she looks compared to emily, she knows she looks like a fucking mess. Emily smirks "Your such a slut." jess nods too much of a moaning mess to reply "Getting fucked by an ex-bestfriend, after getting with her boyfriend?" emily lets out a laugh "You fucking whore, was it worth it?" jess didn’t respond "Im sure it was worth it, because look at you now. You look like you have never been fucked before." jess lets out a whine as emily slides out just to plunge back in "Im gonna make sure i enjoy this." emily squeezes her throat.

The pain hurt so good and more arousal began to build up as air was cut off from her lungs, jess lets out a choked out moan as her eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches "Im-im cumming-" emily smirks "Go ahead jessica." emily squeezes her again.

"Emily," jess grunts as she tenses as the orgasm hits her like a fucking bus, her whole body burning as she comes down from her high. Emily was still thrusting inside slowly watching her intensely "Jessica." emily pulls out of her "You are a fucking freak." jessica lets out a grunt as emily slid back in "Em- i can’t do another-" emily shakes her head "I know you can jessica." soon the door was slammed open making emily give jess a sharp thrust resulting in jessica letting out a moan of pain or pleasure, emily pulls out of her fast going back to choking her out.

They seemed to be fighting but in reality it was just a bit rough fucking, matt pulled emily off of jess "Em! thats enough!" emilys hand was a bit sticky but he decides to ignore it "Jess! You alright?!" mike picks up jess noticing her pants being unbuttoned though his concern was of jess and her pretty face "Jess?" jess huffs.

"Nothing- this bitch fucking pounced on me." emily growls at her and moves foward again "I'll fucking kill you-" matt pulls her back again "Em! calm down." jess smirks as emily lets out a growl "We can continue what we started, next time." jess looks at emilys sticky hand thats hanging uselessly by her side, licking her lips as she looks at emilys soaked underwear.

"Your fucking insane." emily looks at her hungrily and seeing that she squeezed her thighs jessica knew there would be a next time.

#until dawn #emily davis #jessica riley #emily x jess #emily x jessica #emily davis x jessica riley

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

back at it again with yet ANOTHER Thing That OFMD Does So Fucking Well, this time im thinking about how for all that this show has the "love at first sight" trope and even textually says that "love feels easy," it still takes what i like to call the "anti-soulmate" stance, or a rejection of an easy "happily ever after" romance.

you know what im talking about when i say "happily ever after" romance, right? romantic stories that act like there's a Perfect Person in the world for you and that once you guys are together it's smooth sailing for the rest of your lives, the end. stories where the drama is all in getting together, and once we get the dramatic kiss at the finale the curtains close and the credits roll and that's all, folks! they're together, now! everything is fine!

and like anyone who's ever been in a long-term relationship (which is uhhhh Not Me, but i've heard it said) will tell you that this is NOT how relationships work at all. long-term relationships, no matter how well-suited the match, take a LOT of work.

and this is SO CLEAR with stede and ed. all of season one showed us the many, many ways that they fit together so easily. they have the same crazy "thinking outside of the box" plotting approach, they both have a penchant for drama and showmanship, they have similar senses of humor, they both enjoy fine fabric and good food and other fancy things. ed is the first person in stede's life to enjoy stede's presence so openly and honestly, and stede is the first person in ed's life to not balk at the less "blackbeard" side of him. the more they learn about each other the more they appreciate each other.

but. but. IT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!!

stede and ed got to the dramatic kiss. they got to the confession of mutual romantic interest and the "now they're together!!" part. in many love stories, that's where the credits start to roll!!

but then, very quickly, it all falls to shit.

yes, there are a LOT of external forces that drive ed and stede apart in episode 9 and 10, but the real thing that causes stede to run back to his wife and kids in a panic and causes ed to retreat back into blackbeard is the fact that these two fucking idiots never just TALK TO EACH OTHER

"communication is the key to any successful relationship" is something people say All The Time, but the thing with that phrase is that it doesn't really convey how fucking HARD it is to communicate. because communicating isn't just about talking to your partner, it's about expressing your desires, your weaknesses, your insecurities. it's being incredibly vulnerable and it takes a lot of practice and a lot of constant effort.

it is SO much easier to try and slowly distance yourself from someone because you don't want to come off as clingy (ed at the beginning of e7). it is SO much easier to come up with bullshit reasons to hang out instead of just saying "i want to spend time with you" because that's admitting how much you care about this person (stede with the treasure hunt). it is SO much easier to bite your tongue when something makes you upset because you don't want to make a fuss (stede when ed blew up his chest of drawers). it is SO much easier to choose your shitty ex over your new crush without actually explaining to your crush that it's not about him, it's about how you feel responsible for the shitty things your shitty ex just did (ed leaving the Revenge with jack). and it is SO SO SO much easier to never actually admit to your new friend, your co-captain, and the love of your life that you were never going to be good at "teaching him the ways of an aristocrat" because you've never actually fit in back in your old life, that you've never had a real friend before him, that you've been ridiculed your whole life for being yourself, because what if your new friend/co-captain/love of your life realizes just how pathetic you are?

for ed and stede to get their happily ever after, they of course have to deal with the narrative obstacles the show is throwing at them (izzy, the british, whatever else is coming for us in season 2) but more importantly they have to learn how to communicate directly, so they both understand what the other is saying. ed needs to know about stede's insecurities and stede needs to trust ed to choose what ed wants and understand that he's not "corrupting" or "defiling" anything when ed says he wants to stop being blackbeard. ofmd shows us that ed and stede would be an incredible couple, but even if the feelings of love are easy, the work that goes into having a successful relationship isn't.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach born on a beach #edward teach #s1e09 #stede fucking bonnet #blackbeard #stede bonnet #s1e10 #og #meta #txt #mine #tags on my last ''ofmd does this so well'' post was abt how awkward i was when asking out my ex #these tags are abt how that relationship wouldve ended way sooner (and it SHOULVE ended sooner) if we fucking COMMUNICATED #he did not put effort into the relationship and i felt unappreciated. he was afraid to... break up with me??? for some reason???? #so i got strung along for weeks until i was like ''hey can we break up'' fhgjkfhgjkf. a mutual split! and we are still friends #(this guy is also the subpar fwb i project onto ed's relationship w jack lmao) #but yeah i was miserable in a relationship i wasnt even that emotionally invested bc i was too scared to talk abt my feelings #cant even IMAGINE how fucked ed and stede are rn bc they wont just talk about their shit.

[commander-gloryforge]

hm (kinda a rant/vent/i just wanna get things off my chest and actually TALK about whats been bothering me)

so. theres this person that has kind of been the cause of my recent mental lows/imposter syndrome getting worse/fear of connecting to people and general distance from literally every community i enter. i think ive ranted about them before. theyre a writer and in a community i used to be active in, and in the beginning i got along pretty well with them because we both enjoyed similar themes and metaphors in our writing but they ended up kind of dropping me, coincidentally at the same time they gave my actual writing/current wip a shot, and ever since then theyve been sub posting about me in really weird and elitist ways and it kind of had ruined my spirit, especially considering that i did really look up to them as a writer since theyre very into actual technicalities, writing theory, they speak about writing very academically. their odd vague posting ended up seriously knocking down my confidence and ive been spiraling into this strange mindset ever since that i’m incredibly stupid/can never improve/am not a real or proper writer by virtue of the things i write. they talk highly about writing techniques and concepts every writer needs to know, very subtly punch down at those who dont seem to know, yet dont care to make that knowledge easy to understand or accessible to obtain.

on top of that theyve been getting quite close with another new friend i made recently thats very dear to me and seeing them talk about things i cant seem to keep up with because i am too ‘stupid’ has just made me very anxious and brought up old feelings and fears that ive worked very hard on to let go off. this person is keeping me from interacting with a community i love because i cant seem to get ovr the fact that some people just dont like me, because im getting paranoid, because i think their every word is directed towards me, because theyre popular and well liked and everyone always agrees with them, even when what they say goes against what what i do and like.

it really sucks, its been bothering me so much, especially the fact that i cant just let it go. that i cant just ignore them and move on and do what i like without feeling like its wrong or cringe or weird. everytime i think im ready to go back i suddenly see them talking again with my friends that have offered me so much support whenever ive opened up about my struggles and now they suddenly agree and praise that person for having opinions that directly oppose me and the things they were so keen on supporting me on.

but recently i remembered something they said. they said that they dont want to be self indulgent in their writing, that ‘there’s nothing necessarily wrong with self indulgence but it reflects in the writings quality’, that you can ‘tell’ and they dont like that. when they first posted that i just read it and went. oh :( my writing is self indulgent :( does this reflect in my quality as well? is that why they dropped my writing and me, because i like being loud about self indulgence and cringe? and now i remembered that post, and suddenly it kind of clicked

this person very obviously does not write for the same reason as i do. they very obviously do not feel about writing thhe way i feel about it. they talk about it as though it is a science. like its something that needs to be perfected. now, it’s clear that they do love writing, that they have a passion for it, and their technical knowledge very much reflects on their art- and that impresses people. im not like that. i want to learn writing techniques and i want to improve my craft and i want to be taught, properly so, i obviously want to be a good writer, and im going to be a little self obsessed and say that i am a good writer, or at least not a bad one. but there is a difference in how each of us sees writing.

i want to be self indulgent. i want to write what i love. i fucking love writing and story telling and yes, the fact hat my writing is self indulgent does impact the quality of my work, because it makes it better. i am passionate about my worlds and stories and characters because its exactly what i want it to be and thats why is fucking good. because it makes me want to put effort in and learn how to get better. i dont write for a grade, i dont write to make something perfect and deep and meaningful and serious, i dont write to impress someone, i dont write to squeeze as many smart things and references to classic literature in as i can, i write because i want to fucking write what i like.

so im stupid. so im cringe and bad and insecure and a loser and i dont fit into the good writers club but at least what i write makes me happy. whatever. let some fucking whimsy into your life and stop treating me like im an idiot for having different motivations than you.

#also both of us literally write on wattpad so fucking humble yourself for half a second #dios wisdom #JESUS. i needed to. let things out. #also any tips on How To Ignore A Large Figure In Your Fandom/Community are welcome #how to get over someone that makes you feel sad even though you know you dont have to feel sad #how to stop being paranoid #etc

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For some reason this song will always remind me of the girl who will never realize what she did to me. i was always good friends with her ex boyfriend and she was always good friends with mine, and the way she acted around him sometimes bothered me once we broke up but i never said anything about it. one day she decided i was too close to hers and accused him of a bunch of stuff (none of which was true) while also saying god knows what to my ex about the whole thing even though he and i were still friends and im pretty sure a big reason why her ex would go to me for advice about their situation was because i was the only one of his friends who didnt tell him to just block her. i remember telling him that if he wanted to stop talking to me for the foreseeable future i genuinely wouldnt mind, because i didnt think it was worth all the trouble it was causing him. but he kept being my friend and ill always appreciate him for that

i would also constantly tell him to tell her to talk things out with me because i still considered her a close friend despite all the vile stuff she was doing to her ex months after they broke up, and she eventually did but i know she was just scratching the surface of what was really bothering her because her ex told me that before she even talked to me she'd already decided to just distance herself. sometimes he'd point out the hypocrisy in her getting mad at us being friends while she was close to my ex and i always told him to be careful, since i knew that she could easily twist that around to make me look jealous of their friendship even though, at this point in time, i wasnt anymore.

I now know that that's exactly what she did, since when my ex told me he couldnt be friends with me anymore he cited her as one of the main reasons. We used to be so close and then she got slightly mad at me and immediately went for two of my most important friendships, the worst part is i dont even think she realized she was doing it. i knwo i ruined my own life these past few months but if i were to blame anyone else, it would be her. She honestly scares me and i really dont ever want to talk to her again. And yet the other night i saw her crying on some stairs and ran to her. my ex boyfriend, who im not speaking to, came in from the opposite direction and asked me what i was doing, i said i was there to talk to her and he said ok you can talk to her then and i said no you can and he said no you can and walked away, i said "we both can" but he didnt hear me. I sat down next to her, gave her a hug, and asked what was wrong, she started talking about how her ex didnt care about her. when i assured her that he did, because he had no reason to talk to her if he didnt, she just shook her head. she kept talking and she was saying everything i was thinking about my own situation, and it almost made me cry until i remembered that she had everything i didnt, in every sense of the phrase. she had someone who cared about her, who wouldve been willing to stay with her if she hadnt done everything she did, who still loved her. I knew id fucked up but id tried so hard in ways she never had and yet i didnt have anything, not even my best friend. who she also had. I hated her so much in that moment but i just hugged her harder.

if she ever asks me about the whole thing ill tell her all this, and i know she'll pick out one small thing from it and use it to tell everyone im a horrible person, but i dont care anymore. Yesterday the planes over me were flying lower than ever and all i could think about was if any of them were going home

#angiemarkets.txt #Spotify

[new2fivesauce]

Anywhere is Better with You - Eddie Munson

Summary: You come back to Hawkins two years after graduating only to find out that your friends' dungeon master is someone from your past. (4.7k words)

Warnings: smut, implied intoxicated smut, cursing

Pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

A/N: like everyone else on here, im head over heels in love with this fictional character. i got this idea and put it down in less than 24hours. not revised and might be a tad sloppy, but nonetheless maybe ive gotten my writing chops again.

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It was weird to put it bluntly. Weird being back in Hawkins. 

You never thought you’d come back after that incredulous, almost dreamlike, school year of 1983-1984. It was your senior year. You were friends with power couple at the time, Steve and Nancy. Nancy’s kid brother, Mike and his friends pulled you into this out of world adventure of finding a fragile, but telepathic, girl by the name of Eleven and defeating this monster called a demogorgon. As soon as you walked across that stage with your diploma in your hand, you peaced the fuck out of there,hoping to never to come back… but your life had other plans.

Of course you had kept in contact with Nancy and she always asked when you planned on coming back even for just a visit. You worked, lived, and breathed NYC though and it was hard to get away, but you found an exception some two years later. Nancy had mentioned in a phone call that she was head of the newspaper, she was working on covering the potential basketball champions of Hawkins High if they won. They were still in the tournament, just a couple more games to go. She practically begged and you didn’t understand why until you were sitting in her living room, college applications sprawled out across the floor and coffee table.

“Look, see! I want to go here!” Nancy exclaimed excitedly holding up a brochure for some college on the East Coast. “I want to get away from this place, Y/N. I want to get away like you. Jonathan left…” There was a soft sigh that escaped her lips. Her wide blue eyes looked sad, but unsure. “We keep saying we’re going to go to the same college, but I don’t know anymore. He’s been distant and probably I have been too. I don’t know how this long distance thing is supposed to work.” Nancy mused.

You reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder to console her. “You will figure it out.” you said confidently to boost her mood up. “Seriously, any place is better than here.”

The two of you continued talking, trying to keep an upbeat mood and helping her narrow down her college choices. If it had been easy for you, it would be much easier for Nancy. She was brilliant. 

You were supposed to get together soon with Steve and his friend, Robin for a hangout. Nancy mentioned that although she was no longer with Steve, they were still pretty close… considering that they had saved the world two more times since you had left Hawkins.

It wasn’t long before the Wheeler’s front door abruptly opened and loud, boisterous voices carried into the living room.

“HEY!” a voice that you barely recognized announced. “Who’s car is that in front of our house?!” The voice was Mike’s you figured out when he stepped into view, his friend Dustin coming up behind him. The last time you’d seen the two, they were practically minute. Tiny boys with tiny voices. Now they were in the midst of puberty and Mike, just from your view from the couch, for sure towered over you.

“Holy shit!” Dustin called out, seeing you now where you were sitting. “Y/N, Mike! It’s Y/N!” 

Mike took notice and suddenly the two boys were collapsing on top of you, hugging and speaking in rapid, inconherable voices.

There was a fast interchange of How you been, What you been up, etc. Nancy had to push them out of the living room when they brought up Dungeons and Dragons. You were not the avid player that they were, but you knew of the game and was pretty familiar with the rules.

“Nancy, pleeease!” Mike whined as he put his jacket on over a shirt that read Hellfire Club. “Y/N, tell Nancy that you want to see us play. We have to pick up Lucas on the way back to school. You will definitely like our dungeon master!” 

Dustin agreed with his lanky friend. “Yeah! He’s so cool! He’s old or whatever, but he’s fuckin’ amazing.”

It took a lot of convincing Nancy that you were fine with hanging with her younger brother and nerdy friends.

“I’ll meet you up at Steve’s later.” You promised as you stepped out the front door with Mike and Dustin in the lead. “I promise, this is not a burden. I miss these kiddies as much as they did me. I only wish I could see Will and El too.” You mused. Nancy shrugged, still not sure whether or not it was a good idea for you to be dragged to some D&D sesh. You sensed that there was something else that she wasn’t saying, but decided that whatever it was, she would tell you later.

—--

After picking up Lucas from his house and all three teens boys were scrunched into your not so big car, you headed to your alma mater. Lucas was chatting in the front seat, telling you about how he had joined the basketball team when they got into high school, but had to keep his nerd side a secret. Mike scoffed and mentioned something about real friends. Lucas pretended to not hear him and continued the small conversation by changing the subject to a girl named Max. You had heard a lot about her from conversations and letters from Nancy but had never met her. She seemed like an overall sweet girl and a good fit for Lucas Sinclair, but he did mention that they had broken up after the mall accident and her brother dying. 

When you got to the school, you weren’t even in park when the boys all began to scramble out, rushing to get inside. 

“We’re late!” Dustin remarked.

“I swear this fucking watch is broken.” Mike commented, looking at the timex on his wrist and shaking it furiously. “Agh!!” 

You followed them into the school and the memories of your high school years immediately flooded your mind. You looked around and reminisced about past classes, teachers, friends, parties, clubs, boyfriends, hook-ups, kisses… 

“Y/N! We don’t have time for you to get all weepy!” Mike beckoned you out of your thoughts, turning back to look at you impatiently. You laughed as you sped up your walk to catch up. 

“You’re late, freshman.” a low, calculating voice said as the four of you entered what you thought was a very decorated AV room. There were Christmas lights hanging around the room of all colors and candles lit up, posters of horror films and books on the walls, film equipment abandoned in the corners. In the middle was a table big enough to fit at least 10 people. There were all sorts of game pieces and an assortment of snacks to tide over everyone’s hunger.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mike, Dustin, and Lucas said simultaneously as they got into their assigned positions, pulling out their costumes from their backpacks that you hadn’t even noticed that they had brought. You didn’t know where to go, but Dustin had made a head motion towards the head of the table. 

This so-called dungeon master hadn’t even bothered to look up at them, but was so inclined to be sitting on an actual throne. That chair had to come from the drama theater room. You cautiously scuttled to the throne and cleared your throat before speaking.

“Sorry they’re late. That was my fault.” You said even though you hadn’t been aware that there was a specific time they had to arrive and like Mike had mentioned, his watch was broken. 

The guy sitting at the throne laughed an almost evil laugh. His wavy hair was covering his face, but you felt you knew this laugh. “Excuses.” he muttered, now pushing his hair back from his face as he raised his head to look at you.

Eddie Munson’s big, beautiful, brown eyes stared you down. You know your face must have been one of shock, but not Eddie’s. He was cool, collected, and calm. A smile spread across his face as he took you in. 

“Well, well, well…” he began flicking his eyes over you and then looked at your three teen friends. “I didn’t know you were acquainted with Wheeler, Henderson, and Sinclair.” His eyes flashed back to you and you could feel a warmth spread over your face… were you actually fucking blushing?

“You know Y/N?” Lucas questioned, looking between you and the now-long haired Eddie. Eddie shrugged so nonchalantly and you nodded slowly. “Weird.” he mumbled. Eddie shrugged again before motioning at the empty chair to the left of him. He didn’t have to say any words for you to understand that it was a hint for you to sit.

Eddie was still in high school? You questioned yourself as Eddie began to ramble off the rules for their game. But how?! The last time you had seen him, you were both seniors.

As the game progressed and you watched with feigned fascination your mind was swirling with the past.

You’d known Eddie since elementary school. He had always been a troublemaker and  against the patriarchy type of person, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t smart as hell. In fact, you thought Eddie was even smarter than you. He just didn’t like to show it. He hadn’t had the best childhood growing up, you definitely knew that. He hated seeing his uncle almost kill himself everyday just to support the two of them. You’d known for a fact that Eddie wasn’t ready to do the same. Is that why he’s still in school?

You peeked a glance at the 20 year old boy. His hair had grown out so much since the last time you’d seen each other. His face was clean-shaven, but you could see a bit of stubble starting to poke out. He hated facial hair; he shaved every day. His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled after a good play and that made you smile. You had missed him… there was no denying that.

Eddie and you had had a bit of history. You had almost every class in high school together. You hadn’t belonged to any particular group in school, but you had gotten along with almost everyone. You always wondered if the reason you hadn’t advanced up the social ladder was because you had been openly friends with Eddie. You didn’t regret that you had been though. Eddie was an amazing guy.

But things during your senior year and Eddie’s first of many senior years hadn’t ended particularly well. You had had your fair share of suitors at this point in time and although Eddie was “a freak,” girls were no stranger to him. Word had spread that he was well endowed beneath his ripped jeans so girls were secretly banging him and he wasn’t complaining. Girls or her former classmates to be exact, bragged about “climbing the Freak” in the restroom between class changes.

At first you didn’t understand what all the talk was about even after being questioned if you had conquested Eddie before anyone else since you were close to him. But after all that happened when Eleven was discovered, you were dismissive towards everyone. The events had taken a great toll on you and you couldn’t even speak of it unless it was Steve or Nancy. You had pushed Eddie away but he had slithered his way back into your life after a night of weed and cheap beer in his trailer.

The effects of the drugs and alcohol led into a whirlwind of passionate sex that didn’t stop after that first time. You had practically become girlfriend and boyfriend without the labels. You had fallen hard for him and you thought he had felt the same for you, but when you told him about your plans for college out of the state, he shut down.

“You’re going to leave me?!”

The way he had screamed it out into the universe with the most broken, straggled voice still echoed in your mind. You blinked your tears away remembering that night.

Eddie kept his distance after that and you were heartbroken. Eventually graduation came. Eddie didn’t walk the stage and you only thought that was because he didn’t want to see you. You now realized that he had purposely failed to not graduate and stay in this shitty town. 

Your hand reached up to your chest and underneath the tanktop you wore, your fingers clutched around a ring that hung from a necklace you never took off. It was the last remnant of Eddie you had before you left Hawkins. He had left it on the nightstand in your childhood bedroom. You never knew if it was on purpose or by mistake, but now you were back and you were debating if you should return it. He probably didn’t even miss it.

—--

The game finally ended and everyone was mentally exhausted. Your boys had been given clean up duty so they rushed you out the AV room while they cleaned so the janitor wouldn’t complain about their mess the next school day. 

As you waited in the hallway, back leaning against the lockers and head down looking at the watch on your wrist, a pair of scuffed up white sneakers appeared before you. You raised your head until y/e/c met Eddie’s soft brown ones.

His eyes twinkled with mischief and amusement.

“Fancy seeing you here.” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes flitted over you like they had earlier. His eyes lingered on your tank’s lifted area on your chest before going back to your eyes.

“Could say the same about you…” you replied. His face turned to stone momentarily.

“Before you lecture me…” he started seriously, “I already know I’m a fuckin’ disappointment. I don’t need you to remind me.” he arched his brow. It was your turn to shrug.

“It’s been awhile… Just thought I’d come back to visit for a bit. New York is…”

“OOOH! New York!” Eddie exclaimed, putting his hands on either side of his face in fake surprise. “Come to brag?” he challenged suddenly. “Come to tell me how I fucked up and how much better you are now that you’re not living in his hick town?” 

He was pacing now, occasionally looking from his feet to you as he walked left and right in front of you as you remained silent.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here, Eddie.” You sighed. “And you know it’s not me to brag about whatever the hell I’ve been doing. You know I would have much rather been anywhere, even here, with you.”

He let out a sarcastic, dark chuckle. “Yeah right.” 

You sighed heavily. This conversation had taken a turn for the worse and luckily you were saved by the reappearance of Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

Lucas looked between the two of you like he had before the game had started. He didn’t say anything but you sensed that he could feel the tension in the air. Mike and Dustin were oblivious as always as Dustin cheerfully walked alongside Eddie to ask him questions about how well they had played.

—-

After dropping off Dustin and Lucas, you arrived back at the Wheelers to drop off Mike before heading to Steve’s. You pulled up the driveway and began to bid your goodbyes to Mike when he interrupted you.

“I’m sorry about not mentioning Eddie to you. I remember Nancy mentioning to Steve or Jonathan that you had dated or something. It didn’t end well, I think.” He looked at you apologetically. You reached out to ruffle the waves on his head. “I just didn’t think, you know. Sometimes I do that. Not think things all the way through.”

“We’re good, kid. It’s not a big deal. Eddie and I are good. We’re, uhh… we’re okay.” you stuttered on your words, not sure if you meant what you were saying but you didn’t want to leave Mike feeling bad.

Mike gave you a small side smile and nodded. He thanked you for joining them for the D&D session before folding himself out of your car and dashed inside.

—--

It'd been 10 minutes since you parked your car outside of Eddie Munson’s trailer. You had started driving to Steve Harrington’s house, but you couldn’t let go of the dumb conversation you had had with Eddie. Your brain went into autopilot and before you knew it, you were outside his home. Only one light was on; Eddie’s bedroom light.

Your window was rolled down. The evening air was breezy but still warm. You had a cigarette between your fingers and took long drags of it between arguing with yourself if you were going to be brave or a coward.

When your second cig burned down to the nub and nearly burned your fingers, you flicked it outside. You reached towards your passenger seat for another, but realized that your pack was empty now. You sighed.

“Just do it, you coward.” You said to yourself.

“Do what?” A voice suddenly replied. You jumped so high off your seat, your knees hit the steering wheel and your head banged the ceiling of your car. Your hand flew immediately to clutch the ring under your shirt as you felt your heart pounding hard against your rib cage.

“Holy shit!” you screeched, looking outside your window to see a smirking Eddie. You could tell he was suppressing a laugh by the way his lips twitched. “What are you doing out here?” You asked him, unbuckling your seatbelt to get out the vehicle.

He laughed suddenly. “Uhh, I think the better question is what are you doing out here? Are you stalking me Y/N?” He was being playful now. You didn’t get it. At the school, he was acting so cold/odd… tough?

He opened your car door and extended his hand out to help you out. You took it gingerly. His hand was firm, warm, and a bit rough from his guitar calluses. He closed the door for you before closing in around you. You were backed into the side of your car, his arms were stretched out on either side of your head, his hands resting on the roof of your vehicle. He tilted his head to the side, his hair flopping over as well. His eyes had grown dark as he drank you in with them. 

“You haven’t answered my question yet.” he mused as he watched you squirm in place. His strong gaze was making you uncomfortable. He lowered his head and placed his mouth right next to your ear. “I asked… What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” he whispered.

His breath engulfed you. Your eyes fluttered closed. A wave of goosebumps passed from your head to your toes. You instinctively rubbed your arms to try to make them disappear but he noticed. 

“Y/N…” he whispered once more into your ear. This time he watched as your skin prickled with just a murmur of your name. “Fuck…” he exhaled.

He pulled his head back to see that you were looking at him. Your eyes dug into his. You wanted him to see your fucking soul. You’d been dreading coming back to Hawkins not because of a super-power girl and some creepy monsters, but because of Eddie. He had broken your heart. You hadn’t been able to combat your feelings before. You’d slept with just about anyone who would pay attention to you just to forget him… yet the only person you ever saw behind your eyelids when you closed them during sexual ecstacy whether by your hand or someone else’s was Eddie fucking Munson. He owned you and he didn’t even know it.

“What?” he questioned suddenly, quirking his head to the side. 

You blinked. Your mind had lost its focus again. “What what?” You asked. He squinted his eyes at you.

“You were looking at me weird,” he said. “You went somewhere just now… Where?”

You grimaced, embarrassed suddenly.

Eddie placed a gentle hand under your chin and tilted it up. You would feel your eyes well up with tears. Your heart was hurting so bad. He was so close to you. His scent of weed, cinnamon gum, and preferred bar soap enveloped you and it time-turned you back two years ago when you were both 18. 

A single tear slipped and he was so quick to wipe it away. “Hey, hey, hey…” he mused so softly. His lips were suddenly kissing your face gently and like a feather. “I missed you too, Y/N… Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.” 

His lips trailed over your cheeks and slowly he maneuvered them just above your lips. “I’m sorry I gave up on us so easily. I thought you were running away from me. I thought you were willingly trying to leave me. I didn’t know you were wanting me to go with you. I didn’t understand. I should have–”

You tiptoed to raise your body upwards towards him. Your lips touched his softly. You did so to shut him up. You didn’t want him to apologize right now. All you wanted was for him to devour you and fill you up so good. 

You reached to the waist of his jeans, hooking your fingers through the loops. You pulled him closer to you leading him to delve deeper into the kiss. His hands cupped your face. His teeth gently pulled on your lower lip before he pulled his face away for a fraction of second.

“Inside!” his voice whispered hoarsely. He took one of your hands, pulling you impatiently inside his trailer home. There wasn’t enough time to look around but you did notice that his uncle still had his mug collection and you were able to spot a couple of the ones that you had gifted him.

Eddie tugged you into his room, slamming the door shut after the two of you were fully inside. He pressed you against the door, his hands roaming over your body and kissing you again with an intensity so ferocious you were about to burst at the seams. 

“Eddie,...” You moaned as his lips nipped at your jawline and lowered onto the soft spot of your neck that he knew got you going. He muttered something but you couldn’t make out what he said. You were enthralled by what his mouth was doing. Yeah, you definitely missed him.

“Off, off…” you finally understood what he was muttering as his fingers tangled themselves at the base of the tank top you were wearing. You nodded and pulled the shirt off in a quick motion. Eddie growled lowly at the sight of your boobs being held in the grasp of your favorite black bra before his eyes flickered to the ring that hung in the valley between your breasts.

His ring-clad fingers reached out to hold his old class ring. He examined the emerald stone surrounded with the words Hawkins High School Class of 1984. He chuckled before letting it drop back onto your skin.

“Cute…” he muttered before attacking your lips again with his. He eased the both of you towards his bed. Your clothes and his hastily were all removed by the time his knees hit the edge of the mattress. He sat on bed, his member in full salute in his underwear. Your groin ached in anticipation at its sight. He beckoned you to straddle him. Your clothed heat rubbed against him as you brought your legs on either side of him and you both hissed. 

“How many guys have you let have you?” Eddie questioned as he gripped your waist and rubbed you against him. You moaned, because you were horny and then suddenly annoyed by his question.

“What?” you questioned. He repeated himself, again grinding you against him. “Why does that matter?” You rolled your eyes at him and he gripped you tighter. You’d forgotten that he didn’t like bratty behavior.

“I want to know if anyone has been as good as me…” As he said this, he raised your body upwards. With a strategic hand, he removed his dick from its confines and bunched your panties to the side to allow him to slide into your slick folds. 

Your breath hitched as your body released an internal sigh. He lowered you slowly, allowing you to enjoy the moment and get yourself accustomed to his size once more. It took a few gentle thrusts to get you to the base of his dick and once you were, you swore you could feel him twitch in the area behind your belly button.

Eddie’s eyes were almost black, his pupils fully dilated as he looked down at the area that connected you to him. He raised you almost to his tip and then brought you harshly down. You moaned, reaching up to grip his shoulders and maybe some of his hair. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you were feeling fucking fantasic.

“Say you want me.” Eddie whined, placing his forehead to yours. “Tell me you need me. I want to hear you say it.” There was a hint of gushy emotions in his tone.

“Are you getting lovey dovey on me, Eddie?” you teased as you tried to give yourself relief by moving your hips, but he kept a tight grip on you. So tight you knew you’d have bruises in the morning. 

He threw his head back and laughed. “C’mon…” he whimpered. “Tell me and I’ll fuck you into oblivion. Please, baby.” 

Your heart melted then. You nodded your head and announced to the room that you wanted him, that you needed him, and you needed him to fuck you until you saw the stars.

He flipped the two of you over before removing what remained of your clothes and his. He spread your legs and ran a finger along where you needed him most. “So wet for me, baby.” he mused as he looked longingly before lining himself and inserting. 

His thrusts were quick, rough and when you would stop moaning, he would position your legs higher onto his shoulder to get you at a different angle. 

“Fuck…” You spewed when you felt that tightness in your abdomen. Eddie looked down at you, first with concern, but then with full-on lust as you reached down to the bud between your legs. He slapped your hand away and you gave him a dirty look. He tsked.

“Mine.” he murmured before he pulled out completely once more and ordered you to get on your hands and knees. You obeyed him quickly. You spread your legs whilst on your knees and dropped down onto your elbows. Eddie was right behind you and helped arch your back down with a push of his hand. 

His pace was fast but hard as he reached around and down until his middle ring could rub swift circles on your clit. You felt your body wanting to press down and disappear into his mattress. Your mouth was slack open, drool dribbling. Your brain was completely shut off to everything but the way that Eddie was making you feel right now.

The tightness began again and you knew you were close. Eddie felt it as well by the pulsing clench your pussy had on him. 

“C’mon baby.” he groaned, slowing down just a bit to prepare you for your orgasm. “You can do it.” he egged you. “Y/N, you can let go… C’mon, cum.”

It didn’t take much longer for the wave of euphoria to crash over you. Eddie whined as you came on him and gave you several more hard thrusts before he, too, spilled his seed in you. Your bodies collapsed, his arms and legs intertwined with yours.

The two of you laid still, gasping for air. Eddie recovered faster and squirmed about, trying to get him and you into more comfortable positions and pulled a blanket over the two of you. You cuddled into his chest and inhaled him deeply.

“Are you smelling me?” he inquired. You peered up at him through your glassy, hooded eyes and barely nodded. He stroked your hair as your eyes began to droop. You were so spent, but you felt so good. The ache in your heart had lessened, you felt like you were whole again…

Just as you felt sleep coming onto you, Eddie pulled you closer. “I’m coming with you.” he suddenly whispered. You didn’t know how long you were going to stay in Hawkins, but you knew he wasn’t staying behind again. You didn’t respond, just nodded your head and he understood that that was a yes…

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson one shot

[cartierbin]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 🎸

pairing ✮ — rockstar!minho x fem!reader

genre ✮ — in which you thought you were made for the rockstar lifestyle that minho came with. you find out how wrong you were soon enough.

genre tags ✮ — erotica, angst + minho fucking you in his motel bathroom at 3am

notes ✮ — back and attempting to write more. love u guys <3

word count ✮ — 1.5k

“don’t try to act like i’m not here! because you know i’ll wait”.

there was shuffling and muffles on the other end before you could hear the lock being undone and the door swinging open. lee minho was standing shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist in the doorway. he shifted the toothpick in his mouth, muscles tensing with tattoos covering his neck, arms and chest. fuck. he was gorgeous.

“what the fuck do you want? and why are you knocking so hard it’s 3am”. you peered past him to see a girl covering her naked body up frantically with motel sheets. if smoke could blow out of your ears they would in a heartbeat.

“oh please! you know why i’m knocking i’m sick and tired of you! this is your son and you’re so wrapped up in fame and sex you can’t even spend time with him without fucking women every chance you get!”.

minho reaches for his phone and shoots a short text. you didn’t know who he was texting and you damn sure didn’t care to know, you were just trying to get your point across.

“what are you doing do you hear me fucking talking to you?!”.

minho closes the distance between you both with a clenched jaw. “you keep it down. do you hear me? you’re being too fuckin loud”.

“no fuck you! i hope all of your little fans are around actually because i’d love for them to hear that their favorite rockstar is a horrible fucking father”.

minho’s manager, harper headed towards you both, taking sunjae by the hand. sunjae knew harper well because most of the time while minho was on tour harper would be the one caring for him. so he definitely wasn’t a stranger. but this defeated your whole purpose.

“no what are you doing?!”.

“i told him to come get him because you’re acting crazy right now. do you realize that?”. minho pulls you into the room by your arm, snapping his fingers at the other girl for her to leave. she curses while grabbing her clothes and stepping out the room half naked. as soon as the door was shut minho pushed you up against it. 

“you can’t communicate like a fuckin adult? huh? you gotta come to my motel room and raise all hell right?”.

“shut the fuck up. if i didn’t come here you would’ve never contacted me back. let’s just make things clear. you think you’re too good to be a dad?”.

minho scoffs and turns away, grabbing a cigarette out of the box and sparks it. you watched him in all his glory, hating the way you were still attracted to him. he carried the same solemn look in his eyes when he gazed at you through the smoke. the look that swept you off your feet four years ago. the look that always made you weak. you turn your nose up in disgust, back still settled against the battered door.

“every day i ask myself why the fuck was i so dumb with you. why the fuck did i think that some famous rockstar was actually going to treat me like a princess and be a father to my child?”.

minho blows another chain of smoke.

“nothing is ever good enough for you. don’t you count your blessings? you’re fucking rich. i’m working my ass off to provide for you and sunjae. yet i get hit with this bullshit every other month”.

“fucking please save that shit for the other women you’ve had kids with because it’s not going to work on me. you’re not working to provide for us. you’re just working. doing what the fuck you want to do and sending us money”.

“and you’re complaining?”.

“i don’t want your money. you think a mini mansion, expensive cars and clothes can make up for lost time but it doesn’t. sunjae needs you”.

“ i told you when the tour is over im going to take him”.

“and when is the tour going to be over?! huh?“.

minho smirks and takes another pull of his cigarette.

“what’s so fucking funny?!”. you say, this time approaching him face to face. he gazes down at you.

“little girl, take your ass in that bathroom”. his breath reeked of nicotine and his eyes set low.

“for what?”.

he tosses the cigarette box on the bed and pushes you into the bathroom, immediately bending you over the counter. he slams the bathroom door shut and locks it.

“take these off and put your leg up”. he spoke with the cigarette dangling from his lips, ashes fluttering to the floor. your heart races uncontrollably and it felt like everything was happening way too fast.

minho took the liberty of doing everything himself, refusing to wait any longer. before you knew it he was pushing himself deep inside you, gripping your neck so that you could see yourself in the gigantic mirror in front of you.

“look at this pussy. you were waiting to get fucked weren’t you?”. you hissed while his strokes gradually built speed.

he uses his other hand to clutch the back of your tank top for more leverage, rolling himself into you. you were going to bitch, tell him to get off of you but you just couldn’t. minho knew just how to fuck you. strokes were just how you liked it. you whimpered in his grip.

“fuckk minho”.

he picks up his pace with your skin slapping together in the process. a plethora of moans left your lips, bouncing directly off of the bathroom walls.

“i missed you baby. i missed this pussy”.

you felt your body continually thrust against the edge of the counter while he fucked your breath away. your mind was hazy, only filled with how good he was fucking you and how much you couldn’t live without him. each time he entered you again an immense amount of pleasure shot through you. you started to gasp for air, clutching anything around the sink that you could find.

“ohmm my godd”. you groan loudly, knowing whoever was in the next room over would file a complaint in no time. “spread them”. he demanded, his waistline growing sticky and wet from your juices. you did as you were told, feeling him spit a large thick line right atop of your folds. he slams a heavy hand on your ass.

“fuck baby”.

you felt his cock pulsing inside you while he fucked you like it would be his last time doing it. he pushed you down harder onto the counter and you felt your leg cramping from its upwards position. you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to take him.

he smacks your thigh and holds your leg up himself, determined to have you just like he wanted you.

“talking all that shit. but you still can’t last huh?”.

you felt tears welling in your eyes at the intense sensation swarming your body. you started to whine desperately. “pplease fuckin slow ddown”.

“you’re just a little fuckin fleshlight. aren’t you? let me hear you say it”.

he continues roughly rocking his hips into you knowing full well that you could barely speak.

“yes! fuck”.

“look at yourself”. he pulls your head up by your hair forcing you to look at the nightmare of your own reflection, makeup smeared and hair tousled up into one big fuzz. minho edges his lips along your neck, softly kissing and sucking all over it. the wet slapping sounds the two of you were making grew harsher. if you hadn’t been losing your mind before you were definitely losing it now.

“you gonna let me breed you sweetheart? hm?”.

you nodded your thoughtless little head, another drawn out groan flooding the air.

“i’m gonna fucking ccumm”. in less than two minutes you were creaming all over minho, body spasming while he fucked you until he came himself. and yes, all of it was in you.

his sweaty chest heaves while he flips his wet hair out of his face, letting your body relax on the counter. your body began to ache. he sits on the toilet and drags you down with him. you sit back on your knees and pushed the tip in your mouth, lazily licking and sucking all over it. minho took a long gaze at the ceiling before looking back down at your swollen lips and needy eyes.

“shit, right there baby”. he groans, taking another pull while you bob your head around his thick throbbing length. you use a hand to go over the places that your mouth couldn’t cover. the wet sounds of spit was like candy to minho’s ears. you pop it out if your mouth tapping it on your tongue once or twice before taking it whole again.

“you’re so fuckin pretty like this”: he complimented making your heart flutter. that was another thing about minho. he knew just what to say to get you to finish him off. you continued sucking until he was ready to cum again.

whilst wiping your lips he goes into the other room to spark his cigarette back up.

“don’t you ever come to me acting crazy like that again”.

#stray kids smut #lee minho #lee minho smut #lee know x reader #lee know x you #rockstar!minho #skzsmut

[noforkingclue]

Hi ! Could i request something with the reader and james bond ( im like ....obsessed)

Could it be something with the reader and her unriquited love for him ?

Thank you vey much!

Note: Requests are currently closed

Thanks for the request anon! I added in a bit of mutual pining because I couldn't help myself! Hope you like the fic :D

Title: Moving On

James Bond tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“You should tell him.”

You looked up at Eve who had perched herself on the edge of your desk.

“Tell who what?” you asked

“James.”

“James…”

Eve’s pointed looked caused you to look away quickly.

“James is a common name,” you muttered, “Probably loads of people here called James.”

“But only one you care about.”

You let out a groan and rested your elbows on your desk as you tangled your hands in your hair. Eve gave you a sympathetic pat on your shoulder.

“Is it that obvious?” you muttered

“No.”

“No need to pretend in order to lessen my embarrassment.”

“I’m serious. I only noticed because I know you too well. Seems like those training days preparing you for the field did you good!”

“So they weren’t a waste of time,” you said as you raised your head, “Even though I ended up in Q branch. I’m sure Q will be thrilled to hear that.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Hah.”

You let out a sharp bark of laughter as you stood up. You shook you head as you walked towards the small kitchen that MI6 so graciously provided. Eve hopped off your desk and followed, determined not to let you escape this.

“Well?” she asked

You looked around the empty office. It was late and you had only stayed to catch up with paperwork and there was no one else in your section of the office. You could see the lights were on in Q’s private office but at this distance you couldn’t see or hear him. If you had known that Eve was going to ambush you like this you never would’ve stayed and left the paperwork for tomorrow.

“Because he’s James Bond,” you said quietly, “The man half the Company wants to fuck and the other half wants to kill.”

Eve paused for a moment as you busied yourself with making yourself a mug of tea. Then she shrugged and said,

“Can’t say you’re wrong.”

“So can I guess which side you’re on?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she said, swiftly avoiding the question, much to your amusement, “This is about you.”

“I just…” you trailed off as you looked for the right words, “I just don’t want to be seen as another notch on his bedpost, y’know. I know I wouldn’t be the first, or the last, person that’ll happen to but-“

You cut yourself off as you took a sip of tea. You closed your eyes and rested against the counter top. Even leant next to you and gave you a sympathetic look.

“He’s not the type of guy to wine and dine someone unless it’s for a mission,” you said, “I’d just wasting my time. But it’s so hard to date anyone who isn’t in the service, believe me I’ve tried. Maybe it’s just time for me to move on.”

You gaze shifted back over to Q’s office and your blood turned cold. You definitely wouldn’t have stayed late if you had realised that Bond was having a late night meeting (more like getting yelled at for smashing a car) with Q. He smiled at you and you quickly looked away.

“It’s late,” you said as you pushed yourself off the counter, “I should be getting back.”

Eve followed you glance at Bond before swiftly looking back at you.

“When you’re ready,” she said, “I know someone who wants to get to know you better.”

*

“Stop that Bond.”

James continued to look at Eve and you as the two of you walked passed Q’s office. He didn’t like the feeling that coiled in him as you didn’t spare him another look.

“Stop what?” he asked

“Distracting my staff.”

“I don’t know what you mean Q.”

Q sighed at he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had no idea why Bond decided to drop in so late at night but once he saw you leave his office he had an idea.

“Just tell her.” He said, exasperated

“Tell who what?”

“Y/n.”

“What about her.”

“That you,” Q paused as he tried to find the right word, “Like her.”

“Like her.”

The corners of Bond’s lips twitched at the uncertainty in Q’s voice. Yes, he did enjoy your company and he did like you.

A lot.

“Maybe,” Q’s voice dragged him out of his thoughts, “You should ask her, oh I don’t know, to dinner.”

“Dinner.” Bond said, unimpressed

“Or to the cinema.”

“I don’t exactly have time for that.”

“No,” Q said thoughtfully, “You don’t. And knowing your like someone would try and blow it up. I don’t really fancy losing y/n so soon.”

“Don’t worry,” Bond’s tone was clipped as he finally looked away from your retreating back, “She’s safe. You don’t have to worry about her.”

#fanfiction #james bond #reader insert #request #james bond x reader

[raevenlywrites]

Ramble incoming

I know I'm not the only one who looks back on their youth and sees the hypocrisy. But now with some distance I can see that all those "only here for an MRS degree" chickies, we were not so different you and I. On a surface level and even a motivational level yeah, we had wildly different goals. But I could not put an ounce of focus on classes my first freshman year (yes I had two) bc 100% of my attention to was on my love life.

I was just thinking today how different that year might have been if smart phones had come along just a hair sooner. I missed classes specifically bc I felt so isolated from my friends that I prioritized staying at home on the laptop and chatting with them over AIM or Yahoo if they were around. I don't know if I would have paid any attention in class if I'd had messengers I could take on the fucking bus with me (phone plans still charged by the text back then), but at least I would have been in attendance.

But like, more than that, I knew on some level I was just going to school bc that's what you did. I had no interest or motivation in my gen eds bc I didn't see any path between taking this class and making enough money to live. The economy was already starting to seriously crash.

What I could see was how important figuring who my Person was would be. Whatever else time was gonna bring, I Needed the right person or persons by my side to make it through it. Not bc marriage was also just a thing you did, but bc I'd spent way too much time alone in my own head and I knew I needed an outside force to help balance the bullshit that is me

(in fact, one of my potential Persons breaking up with me included the phrase "you don't want to be in love you just want someone to help you with the burden of being you". Like yeah, I do. I want to help you with the burden of being you too, asshole, that's part of what love is)

I never have a tidy way to close these kinds of thoughts out (who does?) but I guess if I have a point it's that sometimes Queer is a verb. I queered the normative "went to college to find a husband" narrative even though on the surface it looked the same. And not just bc I wound up in same sex marriage (in fact we didn't even get married until we'd been together for over a decade) but bc the whole process was simply not the same. I wasn't checking off boxes, I wasn't looking for someone to complete me. I was putting my effort into the one area I felt could make a difference in my quality of life and wellbeing. School was the normative backdrop to a very queer metamorphosis going on inside me. On some level I knew I was arming myself with the people who would help support me on furthering my journey.

Without the support of my polyamorous triad, I wouldn't have had the strength and foundation and support to choose something other than the path that had been laid out before me. Without my mentor in kink, I wouldn't have developed the internal fortitude to be my own master. Without the unconditional love of my wife, I wouldn't have had the courage to explore my own gender and figure out how to shift the pieces around so I wasn't so miserable in my own skin. The people in my life have been so much more important to me than whatever education I missed out on by skipping class to hang out in AIM.

Could I be wildly successful and wealthy by now by that American Dream Bootstraps story by now if I buckled down and studied hard? Maybe, but most likely not. That dream is a lie and almost no one is actually a "self made man" - they all get help from networking. Well guess what? I was doing my own networking at the time, and Im rich in things money can't fucking buy.

Still wish I didn't have all that stupid student debt tho :/

#was there a point to this? #is there ever?

[thegeminisage]

okay, i had to leave farosh and grab my lightroot before she could light up again, but i also got to hit a yiga camp. now i need to figure out how to find kohga OR start looking for those signs. i think the gerudo highlands is both with one stone

got the sign in the highlands! there was actually only one. got four more near hyrule ridge and one in the desert and i think that's it?!

oh no jk two in the desert. rip

bars on the yiga clan hideout from this side (side where kohga fell in botw)...BOOOOO let me INNNNN

cackling. went up to the front door in my yiga threads and this npc thinks im one of them

ok, THIS is what i thought i was doing earlier when i found all those frogs

i wonder what happens if i take off my mask...?

saving first lol

damn i get my ass beat is what lol. it wasnt a hard fight but three guys at once plus all these sages makes for a hectic time

omg theres like stores in here!! lol including a banana store

i like the music as well

all these guys trying to sell me vehicles...whats up with THAT lol

omg the lightning helm!!! "our" sacred treasure THAT BELONGS TO THE GERUDO YOU JERKS...yet another lore breaking moment.........

earthwake technique!!!! yeahhh this is what i got spoiled for. im gonna keep fighting until i get it >:(

i got it that quickly?! but i can keep going for the helm i think...

"if youre this talented you might be a match for link" LMAOOO

oh i see. apparently this thunder helm is a yiga COPY. whatever nintendo

that's that i guess! really didn't take long...i'm gonna hit this chasm and grab a lightroot, then warp back to the tower and take the other chasm to get closer to gerudo town so i can go get kohga

oh damn landed right on top of one

ohhh i can see several more way in the distance...FAR too tempting and also they're in the wrong direction, i gotta book it right now lol before i can look around anymore

ok, down the new chasm, already see a lightroot in the correct direction. i'm coming for his ass

i forgot what it was like when the depths was truly dark. i see lightroots in every direction bc ive never been anywhere close to here. crazy.

man i seriously need to trade in some poes. i've got over 900

MINER'S MASK!!!! cool..............

at least you can use mineru to walk over gloom. i'd be bummed if she wasn't good for SOMETHING

oh hey i can go over 999 poes! what a relief...

oh theres the man himself!!!!

GOOD LORD WHAT IS HE RIDING NOW..........it flies AND has wheels. i want one

god this fucking music fucking slaps

i wish i hadnt killed those yiga earlier...i really want to steal one of their planes now lol. i dont wanna build something myself...

i built a rocket platform, but it's kinda one use only :/

A FUCKING CANNON?? LMAOOO

oh my god i'm eating shit!!!

i'm actually having more fun using the spring in this area to fly up, shoot him in slowmo, and then kick his ass lol

incredible. got him again. this is so fun

oh, this about a weapon again...they're usuaing crystalized charges to replenish something for ganondorf...i bet it's the secret stone

this is the most fun i've ever had in my entire life. i love this dude

it's wild though. same fight, different music, it might feel less fun? score has such an impact...

alright, NEXT UP...the mine under zora's domain. happily i can simply fast travel to this one

SCREEEEAM the super bright headlights are SO good. every time. like those douchebags in the pickups irl

LOLLLLLL I STOLE HIS RIDE!!!!!!

back down he goes. i kinda wish i had done these earlier and spaced them out more...he's a fucking blast. i didn't know there were multiple fights! i figured there was just one rematch and i'd wanna do it near the end/when i got to the gerudo region, lol

oh wow. they found the demon king himself...a bit sinister actually

HEBRA??? oh no.......

oh no wait!!! it's just under rito village, i got that already. whew

a weapon to the demon king...REBORN?? GHIRAHIM??????

i know it's not ghirahim. let a girl dream

omg he's being kinda serious rn...girl...

A MECH????????????

bro. i could be doing a mech fight rn. im not gonna bc i dont like riding the mech but i COULD BE.

WHAT THE FUCJ KIND OF LASERBEAMS ARE THOSE LOL

he put up a shield. guess i have to summon mineru to knock him into the electrified fence...tho i wonder what would happen if you had got this far and didn't have her?!

GOT HIS ASS!

oh man i miss these fights already. soooo fucking good and fun

k......kohga rocket???

OMFG LMAOOOOO I LOVE THIS

TEAM ROCKET IS LITERALLY BLASTING OFF AGAIN,. INCREDIBLE 10/10

ok truly. stellar work. he went down a hole last time and up a hole this time. sorry for saying hole like that

(for some reason i had to break here. apparently there is now a 4096 character limit on text blocks???)

ugh sexy i got so many crystalized charges for doing this...i have GOT to upgrade my battery

nice, i FINALLY started on my second battery meter

swinging by lookout landing to talk to the poe statue but i'm NOT talking to purah. i'm not ready for all that yet

ok. now im gonna see if i can grab a few more hudson signs before bed, so tomorrow i can get right to it...

frankly, i'm not fucking around. i'd love to explore the desert properly someday but for now i'm just gonna fly there with the bike

both desert signs done! man, i didn't even hit the nearby cave but i got shit to do. one more thing before i leave the desert, though...i wanted to see the corner of the world <3 where the great fairy used to be lol

great skeleton CAVE? what happened to the skeleton???

oh. there it is. wtf is it doing in here...

all one big room...i can even see the frog from here

apparently there's a korok seed INSIDE this cave?????? that is NOT how that's supposed to work lol

and finally, off to hyrule ridge.......

not a tower or anything really close to this area...i'll start at lindor's brow and do the best i can

first one: mt rhoam!! easy to get to from the tower. i'll glide for the next and then maybe bust out the bike

this second one i was most worried abt because its near ACTUAL hyrule ridge which contains Hands. but irony of ironies when i got close i'd already done it early on and never marked it!! two left...

god it feels sacrilegious not to stop for some of these seeds lol. DIRECT PATH ONLY.........

lol i'm down by tamio river directly under washa's bluff and. the framerate of this river rn. rip

like everything is fine. it's JUST the river

omg omg omg okay LAST ONE.......

it's by a shrine. should i get that one first?? no, i waited too long.....

HE'S ALL OUT OF SIGNS.........................

aww i got some fabric. but more importantly he finally gets to go home...shrine, and then i'm warping to tarrey town to say hi, and THEN going to bed lol

omg its a trick shrine lol. wet thorns

i can't find addison :( he's not where hduson is...don't tell me he's not actually here?!

ok, i googled it, and apparently no matter what he just hangs out at stables?! dude, you should get to go home!!!! i'm gonna go to a stable to find him...dueling peaks stable, of course

lol on googling this btw. i got a theory on reddit that says he's hudson's illegitimate child (head shape, hero worship). hilarious but also sad

aw. wait. wait...

he's standing in the same sign holding pose!! maybe they didn't have time to animate another one lol. or no he definitely stands normally sometimes. they did it for the bit

he's supporting the stable trotters and he doesn't need my help to do it 🥺 im happy for him but he deserves to go home!!!!!!!!

"why are you bothering me"?! AFTER ALL THE GOOD TIMES WE SHARED.....this is so hilariously unsatisfying. this game and completionist quests. i bet the reward for korok seeds is poop just like last time

ok. good grief. im going to BED!!!

tomorrow, the END......................

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers