#my guess is that she kept her weed in there but I don't know this for a fact

[babacontainsmultitudes]

#lol #tw drugs #tw alcohol #polls #wearing that t-shirt rn actually #it gets very divisive and mixed reactions from people #the fake bible belonged to my great aunt which is funny because unlike me she actually was religious (quite a bit in fact) #my guess is that she kept her weed in there but I don't know this for a fact

[bowsellie]

we have chemistry

warnings: college!ellie x college!reader, stoner!ellie, chronically ill reader (not specific, just mentions of fatigue and a medical accommodation for a single room for plot reasons lol), weed usage (Ellie and reader), mild language, briefly proofread, no use of y/n minors dni! smut in 3rd section! top!ellie, some degradation, praise (reader called a good girl, pretty girl, etc., ellie told she's doing a good job), SO MUCH CONSENT WE <3 CONSENT, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), aftercare.

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You didn't want to be taking organic chemistry. Nobody in that class did--not even the chemistry majors. But as finals season rolled around, you found yourself spending extra time to make sure that it would at least be worth your while. Needless to say, not everybody shared the same drive.

As the clock hit 8:49am on the last class before the exam, everybody started shoving their laptops away despite the professor's continuing drone. To your right there was an extra loud snap! as the student beside you--an auburn-haired girl you'd never seen before--shut the screen with finality. You shot her a glare, gently closing your notebook as people began to trickle out.

"You're smart, right?"

You angled your face towards the sound, assuming somebody was having a side conversation close by. Instead, you found yourself face to face with striking green eyes leaning to reach your line of sight.

"Hi. Yeah, you. You're using an actual notebook and have all the fancy pens and shit, so...are you smart?"

Your eyebrows drew together slightly as you shrugged with one shoulder. "I try, I guess. Um...why?"

One corner of the girl's mouth picked up. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I've literally never been to this class before. My grade sucks. But I really don't want to retake this shit. Do you think you could help me?"

You stared at her incredulously, mentally calculating the equation of audacity and arrogance it must take to expect a complete stranger to help despite a clear lack of effort.

You opened your mouth slightly to say some variation of hell fucking no, who do you think you are anyways?, maybe you should have considered that before skipping literally every other class meeting when she stuck out her hand. "I'm Ellie, by the way. I'll pay you for helping me." When you hesitated to shake it, she added a "please".

You rolled your eyes, shaking the girl--Ellie's--hand with slightly too much force. "Fine. Whatever. Give me your number." You slid your phone across the table, already open to the contacts app, and watched as she typed.

"You're a lifesaver! Thank you..." she asked, pausing for your name. You gave it. "Thank you."

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Getting back to your dorm and settling into bed for a nap, you briefly texted the number now in your phone as "Ellie" with the last name "Wehavechemistry".

hey

Almost immediately, three dots popped up.

hey there. do you like my contact? lmao

i mean, we do have chemistry together. so like...sure?

no no no. i meant like...we have chemistry. wink wink nudge nudge. and my last name starts with a w so it's funny. do you get it?

...

it's funny.

yeah yeah sure. very funny. hahaha. anyways.

when did you want to come over? i'm free all weekend, and the final's monday. sooooo

oh shit

didn't realize the final was monday

ummmmmmmm how does tomorrow at 8pm work? do you have a roommate or something we need to accommodate for?

no, no roommate. tomorrow at 8pm works fine for me. see you then, ellie.

:)

Turns out, texting with Ellie wasn't all that insufferable. She was friendlier than you expected, and every time you put your phone down to try and fall asleep you found your heart beating too fast at every notification to actually put it down.

Instead, you kept the conversation going until 8pm the next day rolled around, when instead of a text you got three loud raps at the door.

Opening it up, you saw Ellie in the same hoodie as yesterday. This time, her hair was slightly damp and she smelled like...old spice and something pungent and earthy. Did she shower already?

"Hey," you said, suddenly feeling awkward and over dressed in your jean shorts and crop top, hair still done from that afternoon. "You can come in."

Ellie grinned at you as she slid in the door. "We have a semester of schoolwork to cover. Hope you're prepared for a long night," she said.

"Trust me, I am. Did you bring anything?" You asked, looking for a bag as she climbed on to your bed.

"Nope. Not school stuff, anyways." Curious, you tossed your notebook towards her and watched as she pulled a pre-rolled joint and lighter from her hoodie pocket. "I'm assuming you don't smoke since you're like, a nerd, but do you mind if I do?"

You shook your head, dropping your jaw in false offense. "How lame do you think I am? Just because I actually go to class doesn't mean I'm a nerd."

Ellie shot you a disbelieving look, but handed you the joint anyways as you joined her on the bed. "Here, have the first hit. As a thank you for helping me out."

She lit it for you as you inhaled, passing her the weed and opening your notebook. "If this keeps you from retaining information that's not my fault. Just saying."

"Trust me, I'm so alert right now it's crazy. All of tonight is gonna be stuck in my memory for a while."

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The room gradually grew darker, lit only by your adjusting lamp and the last smoldering ashes of the joint as you reached halfway through the notebook.

You breathed heavily through your nose, looking at Ellie seriously. "It's so late. We're not going to finish this tonight."

As she looked up at you, you suddenly noticed how much closer you two had moved over the course of the night. Had your thighs been touching the whole time? Has her breath always been so close it's hitting your cheek? Why did she have to smell so good?

Your own breath caught in your throat as she leaned even closer to you, placing a hand so close to your leg you could feel the fabric of her sweatshirt against her bare thigh. Almost imperceptibly, her gaze flickered down to your chest, now rapidly rising and falling.

"How set do you think I am for this stupid final?" Ellie asked seriously, a rasp in her voice either from smoke or the lowered pitch.

"You picked up on everything really well, so at least the first half I think you'll do fine."

She grabbed your left hand in both of hers, causing your breath to catch again. Her eyes flickered down again, this time lingering longer. Following her gaze, you noticed the top of your bra peeking out.

"Sorry," you said, quickly adjusting your shirt to cover it as heat spread through your body.

"No, no, you're fine. Sorry for looking," she said. You looked at her face, watching as her eyes seemed to trace the shape of your shoulders and the line of your throat.

The air thickened with tension, but you found yourself not wanting Ellie to leave yet. "So, why did you take this class anyways? If you didn't want to go?"

Finally, she met your eyes. "I need a chemistry for my major. Astronomy. I thought I would like this one, but didn't realize it was a fucking 8am when I signed up. By the time I realized I wasn't going to make it up that early it was too late to drop." She shrugged. "What about you? Big chemistry fan?"

You snorted. "Not really, but I also needed a chemistry for my major. I like the 8ams, it lets me have afternoons free to sleep. That's why I don't have a roommate--medical accommodations for fatigue or whatever." She nodded along, genuinely listening.

"Well, hopefully I don't have to retake this class. Next time there probably won't be a pretty girl willing to help me out."

You smiled at her, breathing sharply out of your nose in a laugh. "We'll see what we can do."

A beat of silence washed over you before Ellie pointed towards the pride flag on your wall with her chin. "So...are you..." She began, causing you to laugh full out this time.

"Yeah. Obviously, I'd hope, but if you're feminine people tend to assume otherwise I guess." You smiled and looked at her. "Are you?"

Ellie placed a hand on her chest. "I'm hurt you had to ask. I've been trying to flirt with you since I got your number, babe."

Oh.

"Oh."

She leaned back a little. "I can cut it out, if you want. I couldn't tell if you were into it or not."

Without giving her time to continue doubting, you sprung forward and attached your lips to hers. Threading your fingers in her hair and breathing in as you pulled back.

"So...you are into it?"

"I'm a little dense, Ellie. Don't let the color-coded notes fool you. But yes. Now that I know...I'm into it."

She smiled at you with one side of her mouth again, this time leaning forward to kiss you first. Lips opening slightly, you felt her body around yours as her hands found the bed and pushed you on to your back.

Ellie pushed her tongue gently into your mouth, settling between your legs as they fell open. As you felt her weight between your hips, you groaned a little.

Whining a little as she pulled away, your eyes fluttered shut as Ellie threaded her fingers through the hair by your ear. "Is this supposed to be my payment?" you asked, leaning into her touch.

"Shut up," she said playfully, leaning in to kiss you again. This time it was more forceful, teeth bumping against teeth as your tongues chased each other. Too focused on the overwhelming sensation of Ellie's mouth on your own, you broke the kiss to moan in surprise when you felt her knee push against your core.

Using the opportunity to trail her mouth down your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck, Ellie asked "is this okay, baby?" between kisses. You nodded before remembering she couldn't see you, instead responding with a slightly choked "yes."

In response, her lips attached right behind your ear as her teeth sunk into you and she began to suck. You groaned, bucking your hips against her knee. Kindly, she began to push it back into you, laughing into your neck as you continued whimpering.

"What?" you asked. "Why are you laughing?"

Ellie pulled away from the spot she had been working into your collarbone, meeting your eyes. "You're just so pretty. Can't believe I have you falling apart for me and I've barely touched you."

Your mouth fell open at her words, groaning. Ellie's mouth found yours again, her hands reaching for your tits over your shirt. "Can't blame me for looking at these," she said between kisses, "You look so good in this shirt."

"Take it off, then," you said. You sounded braver than you felt, your stomach doing absolute flips as the girl over you quickly complied to reveal your lacy nude bra.

"I like this," she said softly. "I want it off, though. Is that okay, pretty?" You nodded. The bra was nothing special--just comfy and the right color. If Ellie liked it, though, it was now one of your favorites.

Her mouth moved down your chin and neck to attach to your left nipple, bringing a hand to your opposite hip as she sucked and licked lightly. Your hips continued to buck against her knee, which was now stationary as you essentially rode her thigh.

Chuckling a little, Ellie looked up at you and began unbuttoning your shorts. "Knew you'd be needy. What kind of thoughts are you hiding from me?" she asked, pulling off your bottoms and panties in one go when you lifted your hips to help.

You smiled a little watching her eyes attach themselves to the spot between your legs. "What can I say?" you said. "Maybe I'm a little slutty if the right girl has me under her."

This seemed to light something in Ellie, who watched your face as she brought your face down to your pussy. Close enough to feel her breath, her eyes gleamed as she moved away from your hips chasing her.

"Please," you asked, voice breaking. "Please, Ellie."

"Guess you are a slut, huh? Begging for me already." Whatever response you had was cut off by a screaming moan as her mouth attached itself to you, immediately lapping at your clit before interspersing it with longer licks. Your legs shut around her face as your hands grabbed into her hair, pulling a little as you noticed the groan she made at the pressure.

"That feels so good, Ellie." Her motions sped up at this, and you hurriedly repeated the phrase as she focused more attention on your clit. Feeling everything tighten, you wrapped your ankles around her back as your hips lifted almost completely off the bed. Still attached to you, Ellie fully moaned as you pulled her hair and came over her face.

Whimpering softly as she pulled away, you audibly groaned when she looked up at you and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "You did so good, baby. Do you have another one in you?"

You quickly nodded, feeling words escape you. All you wanted was for her to say you did good again.

Ellie leaned into you, placing her head into the crook of your neck as her fingers ghosted lightly over your hips, stomach, and thighs. Finally, you felt them dip into the pool of wet that had collected in your cunt. Spreading the mix of saliva, cum, and arousal up to your clit and around your hole, she slowly pushed a slender finger into you. Your back arched off the bed when she began pumping it in and out, chuckling against your neck.

"Such a pretty girl. You're doing so good," she whispered. Your moans grew louder at her words and she pushed another finger in. "Good girl," she breathed, kissing your neck and jaw as she worked into you.

"Ellie," you gasped. "Ellie, please."

"What, baby?"

"Please, Ellie, please. Wanna cum."

You felt her lips quirk up against your collarbone as she added a thumb to your clit and a curl to her fingers. Quicker than you'd ever been able to get there yourself, you felt the tightening of your gut. She swallowed your moans with a sloppy kiss, gently catching your bottom lip between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue. She used her other hand to hold on to your hair at the scalp as you writhed, second orgasm shuddering through your body.

"Good girl," she said as she worked you through it. Sitting up, she wiped her fingers on your thighs before moving up up to let you rest your head on her chest. "You did so good, baby. My smart, pretty, good girl."

You whimpered a little, not prepared to speak just yet. Ellie seemed to understand and didn't push you, holding you and playing with your hair until you leaned back to smile at her.

"That was good. Thank you," you told her, leaning in for a kiss that tasted of your sweat and pussy.

Ellie broke away, moving the hand wrapped around your waist to grab something out of your back pocket. She placed it on your bare chest, tucking it between your tits.

"What do I look like, a prostitute?" you asked. "Much love to them, but..."

Ellie raised her eyebrows. "I mean, you fuck like a professional, but this is for helping me study."

You grabbed the bill and pushed it back into her pocket. "Save it for next time. We need to finish that notebook if you want to actually pass this class."

Ellie kissed the top of your head. "How does tomorrow work?"

A/N this is basically a self insert...my bad. tried to make it as inclusive to different readers as possible. let me know if there's anything I can improve on!! <3

#Ellie smut #Ellie williams smut #Ellie williams #Ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #Ellie williams x you #Ellie williams oneshot #stoner!ellie #college!ellie #she's astronomy major coded prove me wrong

[nataliesfirefly]

You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 5

a/n: hello!! i have a treat for u guys... so i know i said i don't really write smut but i felt like this story just needed it- this is my first time writing smut and it might lowkey suck. i hope it's good, i tried really hard but DAMN writing smut is not for the weak. props to you writers that do it so much better. anyways this part is kinda long BUTTT very juicy. please enjoy and leave a comment to tell me what you think or if you would like to be added to the taglist! also started posting this series on my ao3, it's the same as my tumblr username!

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word count: 4.5k

warnings: language, alcohol, smut, fingering, angst, mentions of weed

You wake up to someone saying your name and shaking you. “Wake up,” You realize it’s Venetia. You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the warm golden light of your bedroom. 

“What?” Your voice comes out weak and hoarse. “Oh, thank God. I was worried about you,” She rubs your back and you groan, rolling over and shoving your face into the sheets.

“Where did you disappear to last night? All I remember is you and Farleigh going upstairs—” She stops in the middle of her sentence like she is just processing what she said. “Wait- did you and Farleigh-” 

“No! No, no, no.” You shake your head aggressively. You rack your brain to recall last night’s events. You remember drinking a lot of alcohol, making out with Farleigh, and then throwing up shortly afterwards. 

“Did you drink too much?” Venetia asks, her hand still on your back. “No…” You attempt to lie but you know it’s useless. 

You can’t hide your physical appearance, the sign that you obviously fell asleep drunk last night. You had slept in your dress, makeup was smudged all over your face and on the pillows of your bed, and your hair was tangled, the little butterfly clips that were once in it scattered around your bed. 

“Babes. Sit up, you need to drink some water.” She stands up and goes into your bathroom. You hear the faucet running as you slowly sit up, and your brain feels like it’s rolling around in your head.

“Oww,” You wince at the throbbing headache and adjust yourself, leaning against the headboard. Venetia returns and hands you a glass of water. You take it and hold it with both hands, not trusting your unstable grasp. You take a sip, letting the cool water refresh your dry throat.

“Haven’t seen Farleigh since last night either, come to think of it,” She remarks, watching you take little sips of the water. “Felix took a liking to Sadie. And you know, no one can deny Felix, so… you can guess how that went,” She chuckles to herself.

You pause and look at her. “Like, Sadie as in the one Elspeth was trying to set Farleigh up with?” You ask. Venetia nods. “Yep. Felix just can’t keep himself away from girls.” She tuts and shakes her head.

“Farleigh didn’t like her anyway,” You mutter. “I figured.” She looks at you strangely, like she’s trying to figure you out, or figure something out.

“You two seem a lot closer lately.” She raises an eyebrow. “No.” You immediately reply. She giggles at your quick response. “What? It’s not like it’s a bad thing,” She says.

“It is a bad thing.” You sigh and shake your head. Venetia narrows her eyes at you suspiciously before leaning back, deciding not to press you any further.

“What can I get you? Some painkillers?” She asks. “Yes, please.” You nod gratefully and she climbs off of your bed, heading out of your room.

You stare at the wall, thinking about last night. You didn’t want to think about it, but your mind kept going back to it. Although you were drunk and your brain was hazy, you can still remember it so clearly. The way his big hands felt so perfectly on your hips, the way he kissed your neck, the way you felt while you were underneath him. The way he made you feel. Your stomach flips as you press your thighs together, suddenly feeling warmth creep onto your face.

When Venetia returns, she refills your glass of water and hands you some pills to take. As you tip your head back to swallow the painkillers, you hear her gasp softly.

“Are those hickeys? On your neck?” You freeze and your heart drops. “Shit,” You curse under your breath. You knew there would be marks but you seemed to forget by the time you woke up.

“Oh my God,” Venetia laughs and playfully pushes you. Your face grows even more red and you glance down to avoid her gaze. “I fucking knew it,” She giggles with satisfaction and you let out an annoyed sigh.

“Please don’t go telling everyone. I don’t even know how it all happened,” You pinch the space between your eyes while closing them. “You know I won’t tell. I’m the best secret keeper around,” She nudges you softly.

“Just because we made out does not mean we’re anything,” You explain to her as if you’re trying to justify a crime. But deep down, some part of you wishes that wasn’t true. You want to at least be something to him. “We were just drunk.” Just drunk, you thought.

You manage to clean up your appearance and cover the bruises on your neck with lots of makeup. You walk downstairs to get some breakfast, maybe some toast or something to take it easy on your stomach.

You walk into the dining room and see Farleigh seated at his usual spot. After a brief moment of eye contact, you immediately drop your gaze to the floor and turn to walk to the buffet of fruit and pastries. You grab a plate and begin assembling your meal. You pause when you hear someone standing up from a chair and footsteps behind you.

Quickly, you turn around to see Farleigh walking out of the room. You watch him leave, confused by his sudden exit. You shrug and turn back to your breakfast, carrying your plate over to the table and sitting down.

You are enjoying the nice moment of peace and quiet as you take small bites of your croissant, until Felix walks in and stands on the other side of the table, looking down at you.

“Hey. Can we talk? Please?” He asks, sitting down in the chair across from you. You nod and take a drink of water.

“I’m sorry. I know Farleigh has told you things I have said. I don’t know if he’s making things up or telling the truth, but I’m sorry either way.” He says, twiddling his thumbs nervously.

“I forgive you, but why would you say those things if you didn’t mean them?” You reply, trying to find compassion for him while also trying to understand his mind. “I’m not sure. I just say dumb things sometimes, mate.”

Although this seemed like a half-assed apology and you were reluctant to accept it, you wanted things to go back to normal with Felix, or as normal as they could be, especially since you have to deal with him the rest of the summer. You want to enjoy every summer at Saltburn you have left before you graduate and move on with your life. But your thoughts still linger on why Felix treated you like some stray dog off the street during your argument a few days ago, and if he meant everything he said.

“Okay.” You nod and he grins. “Friends?” He holds out his hand for you to shake across the table. You lean forward and reach out, grabbing his hand and shaking it. “Friends.” You repeat.

Dinner that night feels different. Farleigh is quieter than usual, not interjecting with his little comments or jabs. He doesn’t even glance in your direction, even though you try staring him down multiple times. His eyes are glued to the table, or off to the side somewhere else. He’s been avoiding you all day, icing you out.

“How did you and Sadie get along, Farleigh?” Elspeth suddenly asks. Farleigh shrugs. “Alright,” He says simply. Elspeth tilts her head slightly and looks back down to her plate, a puzzled look on her face.

Venetia clears her throat. “I think Sadie and Felix got along especially well.” Felix coughs suddenly. “Venetia,” He mutters. She smirks, and you laugh quietly.

One evening, you walk downstairs to look for Venetia. It’s been three painful days of Farleigh ignoring and avoiding you. You can’t lie, you miss his company, as much as it pains you to admit it.

You find Farleigh sitting on the couch in the lounge room, reading a book. Now’s your chance. He can’t avoid you now.

You approach the couch and sit down next to him. He stiffens before standing up, placing the book on the arm of the couch, and walking out of the room. What the fuck? 

No, no. You can’t stand him ignoring you. It’s making your blood boil, that familiar feeling returning. Your anger towards him overcomes your senses.

You stand up and race after him, passing through the study, surrounded by tall, dark shelves of dusty old classics. You reach out and grab his wrist, forcing him to turn around. His cold and dark eyes pierce into you, and you can feel the tension already building. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” You ask, your voice coming out harsher than you expected. 

“Avoiding you?” He raises an eyebrow and acts clueless. Of course, he’s playing dumb. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He puts on a look of confusion, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Bullshit. You haven’t talked to me for three days. You left me that night when I was literally throwing up,” Your voice seethes with anger. He tilts his head, only now realizing you are alluding to the other night’s events.

“I was drunk. We both were.”  He says. He steps forward, towering over you. “It didn’t mean anything. Don’t be an idiot,” He lowers his voice and his tone is condescending.

“Don’t do that. I know you felt it, too.” You say, lowering your own voice. You tighten your fingers around his wrist and stare deep into his eyes, searching for something, anything.

He pauses and stares right back at you. For a moment, everything is still. Until he rips his arm from your grasp and steps away.

“Felt what?” He asks, his voice cold. “Fuck you,” You whisper through gritted teeth, feeling angry because you know he’s bluffing.

“Oh yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He replies teasingly, tilting his head with a slight smirk, showing his teeth.

You look away, clearly flustered and your face becomes hot. You aren’t sure what to say as you stare down at the floor. Before you know it he’s stepping back up to you and grabbing your wrist, pulling you close to him almost too quickly. You almost trip on your own feet as he effortlessly grabs you.

He leans down, his eyes flickering from your lips back to your own. You take the hint and stand on the tips of your toes to meet his height, tilting your head as your noses brush together. There’s only a millisecond of hesitation before he’s kissing you in the same way he did a few nights ago, like he’s making up for lost time.

His arms wrap around you hurriedly, desperately, as if you were trying to get away from him. Which you definitely weren’t. You place your hands on his chest to ground you as you both stumble backwards before your back hits one of the bookshelves.

You gasp for air and you hear Farleigh breathing heavily after he pulls away, but only for a brief second. His eyes are clouded with lust, his pupils blown wide, the black almost overtaking the beautiful brown rings around them.

His lips are on yours again, his body pinning you to the bookshelf. You reach your arms up to his broad shoulders as you feel his tongue slip into your mouth. Your eyes flutter with delight as you melt into the kiss, feeling his hands travel down to your lower back, and then your hips.

You feel his hand slip under your sundress and grab your thigh, pushing your leg up and to the side, giving some distance between your legs. He nudges his knee right in that spot, softly grinding it against you.

He pulls away to watch your reaction, biting his bottom lip as your eyes widen. Your lips part slightly and a soft moan escapes you. “Farleigh,” You gasp, your breath short as your hands grasp onto his shoulders.

“Hmm?” He mutters, tilting his head down to kiss your neck. Your neck is still sensitive from the bruises he had left last night, but you don’t care. Your mind can only seem to focus on the ache between your legs, your body practically screaming for him.

“Please,” You whisper, although you aren’t sure what you’re begging for. But he seems to know exactly what you want. He moves his knee slightly, still keeping your leg up, and the hand that was hooked under your thigh is now hiking your dress up for easier access. His fingers dance along your inner thigh and eventually, he’s pushing your panties to the side and your breath catches in your throat as you feel his finger dipping into your wet folds without warning.

He seems to groan in response to how soaked you are, and you would normally be embarrassed, but you’re too turned on at the moment to care. Your eyebrows draw upwards and your mouth falls open as his thumb nudges at your clit, tracing agonizingly slow circles. All you can do is whimper in response as he teases you, your knees feeling so weak, like you could fall over at any minute.

Suddenly, one of his long fingers is pushing deep into the heat of your cunt, pulling a short moan out of you as your head falls forward, your forehead resting on his chest. Your walls stretch around his digit and he groans again. “So tight,” He mutters, that alone almost causing your knees to give out. Not long after, he adds a second finger, his thumb still rubbing your clit at a slightly faster pace. You can feel that familiar heat building up in your lower stomach already, causing your heart to race even faster.

You begin to grind against his hand, rolling your hips mindlessly at the tempo he set for the both of you. You swear you hear him moan, his other hand’s grip on your waist tightening to keep you in place. He seems to be enjoying this just as much as you are, his fingers curling and gliding inside of you so delightfully. His fingertips brush up against that heavenly, spongy spot inside of you that you had never been able to reach on your own, causing your jaw to go slack.

“Shit- Right there,” You grip his shoulders even harder, your head lolling back. “Yeah?” He responds, his voice deep and raspy. You nod senselessly, and his fingers continue going deeper, determined to give you that pleasure you were chasing after. It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin to tear up as his fingers glide against that spot, over and over. You feel the white hot pleasure building and building, like a coil threatening to unravel at any moment. “Far-” You manage to choke out as if to warn him.

“Look at me,” Farleigh demands, and you don’t know if you can. Your head is tilted back and your eyes are fluttering, gazing up at the ceiling. “I can’t-” You shake your head as his fingers continue working on you, your chest heaving up and down. You want to feel that euphoric relief but you don’t want the moment to end either, but it feels so good that it almost starts to hurt.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head down so that you are forced to look right at him. Your eyes are glazed over and half-lidded, your lashes wet from your tears. “Such a slut. So easy to please,” He mutters, dragging his thumb down your swollen bottom lip. “I need– Can’t-” You whimper, apparently unable to form coherent sentences as you feel your climax approaching. “Need what, baby?” He asks tauntingly, and with one final stroke on your clit, you’re gone.

Your whole body tightens and stills, the pleasure racking through you. Your eyes roll back and you claw at his shoulders desperately as he helps you ride it out. When your eyes return to him, he has an almost pained expression on his face as he watches you come undone. He moans and lets go of your chin, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You lick the tears that built at the corners of your lips, your body going limp as you breathe heavily due to the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, letting your dress fall back down over your legs. He takes the smallest step away from you, and you can finally raise your head enough to look up at him. His gaze bores into yours as he puts those two fingers into his mouth, tasting you, swirling his tongue over them. You can’t seem to look away. You’re fascinated by his dedication.

“See you in the morning,” His arms return to his sides and he grins smugly, turning to walk out of the study. You stand there in shock, not sure what to do with yourself. What the hell just happened? Your legs are still shaking as you flatten your dress with trembling hands. 

2 YEARS EARLIER

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, pulling your hair forward to fall over your shoulders. You spun around, observing the outfit that your roommate, Lola, had put together for you. A short, denim skirt with a cropped black top with some band’s name on it. It was simple but cute. 

“You look so good,” Lola stepped up behind you and grinned at your appearance. “I think I did a great job.” She nodded and slapped you on the ass. “You did. It was all you,” You told her, leaning forward to flick a remnant of mascara off your face.

You had gotten all dressed up to go clubbing with Lola. It took loads of convincing, but eventually, you agreed. In about a month or two, you would have to start revising for exams, and you wanted to get good scores. So, this was kind of your last chance to go out, have a good time, stay up late, drink, and party until you forget about your stress.

“Wait, do my extensions look alright? My sister bought them for me. She told me they were trending,” You turned around to examine her hair. She had put a few clip-in pink hair extensions to contrast her dark brown hair. “They look great.” You said. She smiled at you before turning around. “Let’s get going then,” She grabbed her purse and you followed suit, trying not to trip in your chunky platform boots.

Almost everyone you knew from Oxford was at that club. It was the closest one to campus, after all. Felix waved you and Lola over to the bar.

“So, Lola, how’s second term going for you?” Felix asked, sliding her a tall glass of beer. She shrugged, taking the beer and tasting the foam at the top. “Good. Can’t complain,” She grinned. “Same here. Just can’t wait for exams,” He remarked sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah. So excited,” You joined in, and you all chuckled. “Well, I’m going to the loo.” Lola nudged you and you turned to her. “C’mon,” She muttered. “Oh- Okay,” Felix watched you two walk off to the bathroom.

There was a line for the toilets, but instead Lola brought you to the side. “I don’t actually need to go. I just… have a question,” She had some kind of mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “What’s up?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s about Felix. Is he single?” You groaned and facepalmed. “Lola. We’ve been over this.” Lola had an intense crush on Felix ever since you introduced them to each other. You told her that it would make things awkward if they dated, considering they were both your best friends, but she never seemed to give up on her dream.

“Well, is he?” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “I don’t know. He’s not really one to… settle down. He gets with a different girl, like, every other night.” You shrugged helplessly. Lola bit her lip, considering her options.

“If you are wanting a serious relationship with him, good luck.” You shook your head. Lola raised her eyebrows. “So, what about just a shag?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “I mean, he probably wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

“Okay. What should I say?” Lola chewed on her nail nervously. “Uhh, just… Flirt, I guess.” You shrugged. She groaned. “You are absolutely no help.” She pat you on the shoulder before spinning on her heel and walking back out into the club and towards the bar again. “Good luck!” You shouted after her, but you don’t think she heard you. 

Great. Now you were on your own. You sighed and walked out of the bathroom, shoving past groups of girls and loud men. You headed over to the lounge area, where many people sat on the velvet couches, smoking, playing drinking games, or full on making out.

You recognized one of the people in the corner. Farleigh. He was heavily making out with someone, almost grinding on them. It was most likely Sasha, you thought. But no, the other person was too tall to be Sasha. You squinted and walked a bit closer. Joshua?!

Farleigh was making out with Joshua Brown. “The fuck?” You muttered under your breath. You thought Joshua was straight. I mean, he liked girls so much, it never would have crossed your mind that he would be into men.

You wondered if you should tell Sasha about this… situation. You knew she was here tonight, you saw her earlier shaking ass on the dancefloor. And you could have sworn Farleigh was right next to her. Oh well. You wanted an excuse to snitch on Farleigh.

You backed away and walked speedily to the dancefloor, searching for Sasha. “Have you seen Sasha?” You asked a random girl. She shook her head.

You moved through the throng of students and eventually saw her. She was standing towards the edge of the dancefloor, speaking to one of her girl friends, nodding enthusiastically.

“Sasha!” You jogged over to her and paused to catch your breath. She looked you up and down like she was trying to recognize you. “Uhhh..” She trailed off, glancing to her friend. Her friend shook her head, as if to say, ‘I don’t know her either.’

“I know you don’t know me. Well, maybe you do and you just forgot, but-” You paused, realizing you sound stupid. “Anyways. I just wanted to ask if you were aware that Farleigh and Joshua Brown are making out right now…?” 

She stared at you like you just spoke a different language. Then, she finally seemed to process what you said. “What? Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked over to her friend once again. You nodded. “Sorry.” 

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. Where exactly was this happening?” She asked, and you could tell she was mad. You could feel the rage radiating from her.

“Over by the lounge,” You told her, pointing to the opposite side of the club where you had just come from. She nodded and grabbed her friend’s hand. “Let’s go get this dumb bitch,” Sasha told her.

“Yikes,” You whispered, watching them storm off together. You kind of wanted to see Farleigh get his ass handed to him, so you followed far behind them.

They were still all over each other by the time Sasha and her friend reached them. “Hey, what the fuck?!” Sasha yelled, earning a few glances from some innocent bystanders. Farleigh froze and pushed Joshua off of him. “Shit. Hey, Sasha.” He stood there awkwardly.

Sasha stepped up to him and slapped him across the face. “Are you a fucking idiot? You asshole! Did you think I wouldn’t catch you?” Farleigh’s eyes widened as he stared down at her, completely at a stand still.

“You fucking cheater,” Her voice seethed with anger. “What, have you two already shagged?” She pointed to Joshua. Joshua just stood there, eyes wide and face flushed with embarrassment. “No, we haven’t.” Farleigh replied. “And it’s not cheating. We were just-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” She raised her finger at Farleigh. “Sasha, baby, please.” He opened his arms and she shook her head. “No. You’re probably high. I can smell the fucking weed on you,”

Farleigh’s eyes trailed from Sasha over to you. His eyes narrowed and it’s like he knew immediately that you were the one who snitched on him. You lowered your gaze to the floor and stepped back before turning and walking away.

Later that night, you sat with Joshua in his dorm, consoling him as he cried. Lola had texted you to inform you that she and Felix were going back to his place. You guessed she was successful after all. You held him as his shoulders shook, feeling his tears falling onto your shirt. 

“I feel awful. Sasha didn’t deserve that,” He looked up at you and you nodded. “I know. Listen, they’ll be back together in no time. Trust me.” You pat his head. “And now everyone thinks I’m gay,” He sobbed.

“Well.. are you?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you. He shrugged. “I’ve just always thought Farleigh was so hot and tonight… well, he gave me some weed and then he kissed me. How could I say no?”

Oh. It made so much sense now. Joshua was always talking about Farleigh, how he was good with both girls and boys, and his skills. You thought maybe he had been jealous, but all along, he just had a crush on him.

“Damn. It’s okay. It may… take some time to figure things out, you know?” You rubbed his back and he sniffled. 

You stayed the night at Joshua’s. It was already too late for you to return back to your own dorm, and you didn’t even have the key to your room. Lola did, and you knew she wasn’t there. He fell asleep with his head on your lap, so you had no choice but to lean back and try to get some sleep, despite the uncomfortable position you were in.

To no surprise, you heard Sasha and Farleigh fucking during the early hours of the morning. You knew their relationship was so fucked that Farleigh cheating wouldn’t change anything. Sasha pretended to be angry, but she loved him too much to break up with him. So instead, they just fucked.

You sat there and stared at the wall, wondering if Farleigh was the problem or if Sasha was. Sasha was psychotic, but Farleigh was the one making out with someone else. Maybe Sasha gave him a pass because he was high. Either way, you figured they were very dysfunctional. But why were you so invested in trying to figure them out, or rather, figure him out? You decided to think about that question in the morning as you drifted off to sleep.

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[saeransangel]

i will actually consume anything of dealer ellie pls🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

Summary: Your girlfriend Ellie is a dealer that everyone goes to on campus. Unbenounced to everyone else that knows you two, you've never smoked before. Ellie takes it upon herself to change that.

A/N: i will be h!gh while writing this!! ;) NOT PROOF READ also first time writing smut

CW: MDNI!! Mentions of weed, swearing, r receiving (oral/fingering)

WC: 1.9k

Indica

You were sitting on the couch next to Ellie in your shared apartment off campus. The two of you had just moved in. It was nice to finally be off campus. You wouldn't have to be interrupted by Ellie's customers' constant knocking on the door. Her stuff was good. or so you heard. You actually wouldn't know because you have never smoked.

You never judged Ellie for it. In fact you like that it made her more mellow. No one would know but you, but Ellie was so clingy when she was high. If she was in front of her friends no. With you on the other hand, she let her wall down and put all of her devotion into you.

The apartment was newly decorated and furnished. All thanks to Ellie's job. You two spent the past couple days putting furniture together and decorating the house, which basically consisted of her building shit and you asking her if the decorations and accents you had put up looked pretty. Of course she said "Yes baby." Every time.

The two of you were snuggled up on the couch under a white fluffy blanket. Music was playing in the background on some expensive speakers Ellie insisted on buying with her hard earned money. Ellie had one arm snaked around your neck as she rolled up a joint for the two of you. She let you pick out the cherry flavored rolling papers special for tonight.

"You excited babe?" She eagerly asked.

You giggled at her excitement. "Yeah I guess so." You laughed. Truth is you weren't really nervous. You didn't think smoking was bad by any means but it was just never something that interested you. Until now.

Ellie brought the paper to her tongue and licked a thin line up the spliff. She finished rolling and set the joint on the table.

You looked at her, ready to question why she set it down. "Are we not-"

She cut you off. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked, eyes showing slight concern. "I don't want to feel like I'm pressuring you. We've been together for a year and I haven't minded that you don't smoke, you know?"

You smirked at her and leaned in for a kiss. You grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled her closer to you, deepening the kiss. She was being so sweet to you. But you were ready.

Once you pulled away you giggled. "I know you're not pressuring me Ells" You grabbed the joint and the lighter off the table and handed it to her. "I wanna."

She took the two items from you hands and pulled your chin towards her, connecting your lips once more. "That's my girl." She says. "Open up."

You blush and open your lips slightly. She places the spliff in between your soft lips. You press your mouth down on it slightly. You lock eyes with Ellie and she strikes the lighter up. Your heart starts beating faster as she brings the flame closer to the edge of the paper. You kept your eyes on her the whole time, showing her that you could handle it. The flame touched the paper and smoke started to fill the air, the smell of the plant flowing into the room.

"Breathe in slow baby." She whispers, watching you cautiously. You follow her instructions. You take two fingers and take the joint from your lips. You let out a small cough. Not bad, you thought. You bring the joint back and take a couple more inhales, then pass it to Ellie.

She looked at you with wild eyes as she took a hit. "Damn, Y/N/N. I did not expect that out of you, let me tell ya." She laughed.

You started to feel the euphoric effects hitting you. Your head felt light and your body felt tingly. "What, did you think your girlfriend wasn't as cool as you?" You laugh. "I can be cool."

Ellie pushes your shoulder and you can feel it through your whole body. "Cool people don't say they're cool."

"Like you would know." You say, continuing to make fun of her. She has the biggest smirk on her face. She passes the joint back to you and you take another pull. The cherry flavor seeping into your lips. The two of you continue to joke back and forth as you got higher and higher.

Ellie takes the joint from you and sets it in the ashtray. You were not complaining. You were high out of your mind, but in the best way. You finally understood why this was such a popular recreational activity. You felt euphoric. Your entire body was light. You swore you were floating at some points. Ellie noticed you didn't look all there and she laughed. "Damn, you're high."

"Yeah no shit." You laughed too. You gazed over at Ellie. She looked absolutely stunning. Her green eyes were more noticeable with the red hue her low eyes now had. She stared back, looking at your face up and down. She licked her lips. The music that was playing was so right for this moment. You felt it in your body and soul. You don't know what came over you, probably the drugs, but you wanted Ellie. She couldn't just sit there looking that good and get away with it.

It was almost like she had read your mind. One second you two were sitting apart on the couch, the next you were on top of her, arms wrapped around her neck, kissing her deeply. As the kiss deepened your head spun. You kissed her desperately, a soft moan slipping past your lips. She smirked into the kiss, but never stopping. Her hands were grabbing your hips, slowly starting to grind them down onto her. You continued like this for a few minutes, each second your movements getting more and more desperate. You had done this with her a million times but being high just made it feel so much better.

"Ellie please," You whine into the kiss.

She pulls away for a moment and gazes up at you. "What do you want?" She smirks, using her finger to tilt your chin down towards her. "Tell me."

Your breath is shaky with anticipation. You were flustered by her request. "I want you to touch me." You pleaded, grabbing her fingers and putting them at the waistband of your shorts.

She flips you over so you're laying on your back. Your heart was beating so fast and you had a dreamy smile stretched across your face. Ellie took a moment to look at how beautiful you looked with now hooded, red eyes. She leaned down to kiss you one last time before putting her fingers back onto your waistband.

"I'm about to show you the best part of smoking with me." She said lowly. Your heart was beating faster if that was even possible, anticipating what was to come. Ellie began to slide your shorts down your legs and your breath hitched. She tossed them aside and positioned herself in between your legs, her leg brushing against your clothed cunt. A whine leaves your lips at the contact.

"Ellie stop teasing me." You grab her hoodie and tug it off of her, leaving her in only a sports bra and shorts. She drops the sweatshirt on the floor and leans down to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the side of your neck, down your chest. Your shirt was still on, not allowing her to leave marks on your tits. She quickly removes your shirt to reveal your chest. She takes a moment to gaze down at you, you blush under her stare.

"So beautiful," She whispers. Ellie then picks up were she left off, kissing down your chest. She cups your right breast in her hand and squeezes it roughly while she worked her tongue over your nipple.

You let out another soft moan. The feeling of her tongue on your nipple was electric. She grabs at your tits for a while longer then moves down to kiss your stomach all the way down to your core. Her fingers return to the waistband of your panties. She looks up at you for approval. You nod eagerly. She takes your nod as an okay and slides them down your thighs. Her face hovers over your dripping cunt. She blows cool air lightly on your clit, causing you to buck your hips up. She loves teasing you and if you thought this was the end of the teasing you were wrong. She inches her face closer and presses her lips softly against your clit giving it a small kiss.

"Ellie," You groan. You were growing impatient now.

The brunette took this as her sign to get to work. She was desperate to make you feel good while you were under the euphoric influence. Her tongue licked a long strip through your folds. You moaned as you felt the feeling of ecstasy flow through your whole body. She swirled her tongue around your clit taking her time speeding up and slowing down sending shocks of pleasure through your core. Your hands found a home in her hair, holding on for dear life. You couldn't help yourself from grinding your pussy onto her face as she ate you out. The wet noises coming from her mouth and your cunt were making you wetter by the second.

"Fuckkkk, baby you feel so good." You sighed in pure bliss.

Ellie lifted her head up and replaced her tongue with her fingers, circling your red clit with her pointer and middle finger. "You taste so good pretty girl." She said, eyes filled with lust. You threw your head back at her words. She slide her two fingers inside you and connected her mouth back to your cunt. Slowly, she pumped her fingers in and out of your core as she sucked and licked your wetness, not wanting to waste a single drop. The speed of her fingers increased as she continued to suck on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm coming as you pushed her head further down onto your pussy. She moaned at the way you forced her head down, her moans vibrating through you core. You couldn't contain yourself. You rode her face as you moaned in ecstasy, moaning louder than you have in a long time.

"Ellie, baby fuck." You cried out. "'m gonna cum."

The brunette moaned again, as if to urge you to finish. Her tongue worked eagerly up and down your cunt and around your clit. As she continued to work her fingers in and out of your hole, her lips pursed down to suck on your clit again. Heat was building up in your core and flowing into your stomach. A wave of pleasure rode over you ask you reached your orgasm, cumming all over Ellie's pretty face.

You rode out the wave on her face loudly. After she was done she lifted her face and gazed up at you in awe. Your slick dripping down her face. You licked your lips and pulled her up to kiss you. Your lips smashing together. You opened your mouth for her to side her tongue in, tasting yourself from her mouth. She moaned into the kiss.

You pulled away and pushed her so she was laying on her back on the couch. She sighed and put her hands behind her head, leaning back.

"Your turn." You smirk.

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[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 04

"Never have I ever had to hide a boner." "Oh she plays dirty. I might be in love."

SATURDAY, 12:45AM

Once the weed and the food was consumed, y/n sprawled her legs across Clyde's knees as he leaned back into the couch, head leaned all the way back as he giggled.

"My brain says I should probably head out but my body says where did your legs go!?" Clyde patted her knees, turning his head towards her but still resting against the couch.

"I think you should listen to your legs...or the absence of your legs? Listen to whatever is telling you to not get up." Clyde rubbed her shin unconsciously making her meet his eyes.

"What's your big plan now? How will you keep me entertained? You don't look like you can move much either." Y/n watched Clyde tried to blow his hair away from his face without moving his arms from her legs.

"Why would I want to move when I'm enjoying the company so much? Can't I entertain you while we both be incredibly lazy on the couch?" Clyde asked cutely. Y/n teased Clyde with her foot poking him in the side making him stare at her lying on her back comfortably on the couch.

"What did you have in mind?" Y/n asked propping herself up

"My friend Snow is a freak for the game Never Have I Ever...you ever heard of it?" Clyde asked. Y/n smiled and sat up on the couch, scooting a little closer to him so they weren't sitting so far apart. She held up her hands and Clyde nodded.

"Okay let's see, never have I ever worn a bra." Clyde teased. Y/n put her pinky down.

"Never have I ever had to hide a boner." She smirked watching Clyde's smile grow.

"Oh she plays dirty. I might be in love." Clyde put his pinky down.

"Never have I ever had a one night stand." Clyde watched Y/n's fingers carefully and she kept all nine of her fingers up smugly.

"Not really my thing. I'm too young to get accidentally knocked up and I don't like to bring people back to my apartment." Y/n explained, Clyde took comfort in knowing she was particular about who she slept with. Not like he had a ton of experience in it.

"Never have I ever been to jail." Y/n tilted her head watching Clyde's gaze drop, lowering his ring finger.

"Convicted murderer?" Y/n teased.

"I shot my mom's dog...she pressed charges and kicked me out but it's cool." Clyde explained.

"Oh my god! Why is that so much worse than being a murderer?!" Y/n shoved Clyde's chest.

"The dog was old and she was letting it suffer. I mean a 150 pound dog in a wheelchair? Poor guy was done." Clyde's explanation seemed genuine and y/n felt sympathy for his reaction.

"I take it you don't get along with your mom." Y/n pressed earning a shrug.

"My mom is actually in Florida living her best life. My step mom's dog is the one I shot. As much as my dad didn't want to have to lock me up, he knew it was either me or her so I guess I get it." This was the first time Clyde seemed bummed out. Y/n could tell his family life was a sore spot that she wouldn't press.

"I bailed my dad out of jail once. He fell asleep naked on the strip." Y/n tried to lighten the mood.

"Wow that's illegal? I've seen more dicks and tits on the strip than I've seen behind closed doors. Was he wasted?" Clyde chuckled.

"Oh obliterated. It was more so that he was naked in front of Gordan Ramsey's restaurant so women and children were afoot." Y/n broke it down and could see Clyde trying not to laugh too hard about it.

"Yeah I guess they frown upon dicks being out in front of children. There's always a line to be drawn somewhere." Clyde joked.

"Never have I ever been on a real date." Clyde blushed.

"Well what do you consider a real date? I mean I've gotten dinner with a someone but I've never been like wined and dined." Y/n explained.

"Is that what kind of thing you're into? Big fancy?" Clyde pressed earning a laugh.

"God no! I like getting to know someone in their own element. I feel like you can tell a lot about a person in the most casual setting. People aren't naturally themselves all suited up and spending an ass ton of money on a baby portion of food." Clyde listened carefully and couldn't help but smile at her. She couldn't sound more perfect to him.

"So by definition, this is your ideal date?" Clyde grinned.

"Honestly, this isn't bad. This is the most fun I've actually had in a while. You're easy to be around, Clyde." Y/n couldn't help but blush seeing how sweet Clyde's smile was.

"Hey don't get any ideas about me being easy." Clyde teased. Y/n squinted at him.

"Hmm I don't know. You're telling me that if I really wanted to get you to make out with me...you'd turn me down?" Y/n crawled over towards Clyde who still had his hands up in front of.

"You think I put out on the first date? Wh-what kind of guy do you take me for?" Clyde swallowed the lump in his throat as moved to straddle his lap, taking his hands into her own and putting them on her hips.

"I take you for a really cute, really fun guy and not at all a serial stalker who lured me to his place to smoke and play silly games." Y/n pushed some of Clyde's hair off his face and could see the nervousness in his eyes. For a moment, she second guessed herself thinking maybe she had rushed things.

"Lured is...is a strong word. You technically drove yourself here." Clyde stuttered out making y/n giggle. He got actual goosebumps from that giggle. She rested her hands on his shoulders trying to read his face. His eyes flickered to her lips and he didn't seemed to freeze when she started to lean into him. Before their lips could connect, Y/n's phone started blaring causing them both to jump. She rolled off of Clyde's lap and snatched her phone off the table.

"Hey what's up? I'm hanging out with a friend from the club...what? No! What do you mean don't come home tonight...Dude I get that you have a girl over but-" Clyde listened to Y/n's call and tried to shift his body to hide his annoying boner.

"You are literally the worst roommate on the planet...hello? Bitch." Y/n hung the phone up and turned back towards Clyde.

"So...I just kind of got scrunchied." Y/n frowned.

"I have no idea what that means." Clyde shook his head.

"Well my roommate is entertaining a lady friend tonight so she's essentially told me not to come home. You know, some guys put a sock on the doorknob...girls use the scrunchie.." Y/n explained making Clyde nod in understanding.

"You're more than welcome to crash here. I can give you shirt or something to sleep in-" Clyde stood up, trying to shift away from y/n until his half chub was fully concealed.

"You don't have to do that. I've already tried to jump your bones and you've been so sweet-" Clyde cut her off by saying her name. Damn did she liked how her name sounded on his lips.

"Seriously, crash here. I'll even lock the door so you feel safe." Clyde held out an oversized band shirt and fuzzy Halloween socks that had blazed out pumpkins on them. Y/n had never stayed the night with a guy before, especially one she was really growing to like. Staying would give her more time to hang out with Clyde and get to know him better. She reached out and took the clothes from him returning his smile. She felt an anxious burst of heat in her stomach and made a mental note to thank her roommate later.

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[ambiguouspuzuma]

Algae

"I'm sure you've hard around the Bās system," she said, in faltering Human English: pronouncing hard rather than heard, and confusing around and about. But Objects in the Mirror gave her points for trying. Most emissaries would open in their own language, and just expect him to keep up.

"The solar flare? Yes, of course. Awful, awful news."

He folded his limbs in the Bās gesture for commiseration, and she reciprocated with an appreciative click. She wasn't indigenous Bāsic - not unless she was hiding a couple of arms under her gown - but emissaries were encouraged to adopt the planet of each posting as if it were their own.

"How long do they think until... you know?"

"Forty taons, more or less. A few more sons, and it will all be gone."

"A few generations," he translated. "It almost doesn't bear thinking about. Millennia of civilisation, and then the universe does this. I'm so sorry."

"Me too."

"I do speak Eastern Bāsic, if that's easier for you," Objects in the Mirror continued, wondering which would be her preference. She might have been born in the Com belt, from the shade and texture of her skin. "Or a few dialects of Comon. I was only on Earth for fifty taons, so I never went entirely native."

His correct guess was rewarded by another click, although her tone turned apologetic. "Sorry, is my ascent that strong? I grew up on Com-5, so Honsun is my baby tongue - but I'd like to perverse with Human, if you don't mind too much. It's good to have the practice."

"English it is." He smiled in the Human fashion, with his teeth instead of his eyes. "What else can I do for you?"

"As you will know, we have enjoyed sentries of peace. A perfect equilibrium. We spawn, we die, and our populations remain much the same. Our worlds remain much the same, held in balance to exactly meet our needs. But that balance has been tipped. This solar flare follows volcanic activity on Com-2, and soon we will be two worlds down. We will need new homes, and fast."

"I'm no terraformer," Objects in the Mirror said. "I'm a cultural researcher. I study the way things are, preserved, rather than changing what they might be."

"You know Earth," the emissary said. "If we have exhausted our own planets, we must look to bring others into the fold. Make our homes amongst them, if we can. You've been there, done it. Is there space?

"Space?" He chuckled at that. "Mankind abhors a vacuum. They can't see a blank page without filling it. Men are like a culture of algae, you understand. They'll always grow to fill their cell, their dish, and overflow if you forget to replace the lid. That's why we've kept them at arm's length. We want to keep the little that we have."

"They would take our homes? Destroy the rest of our balance?"

"They might not mean to, but yes." He crossed his various limbs in contemplation. "Not all of them, of course. You won't be familiar with their hobby of keeping bonsai trees, but they follow our approach to planets: looking inwards, all effort on perfecting what you have, and maintaining it in that state, as we do with our societies. But most men are more like weeds. They have no patience for perfection. Only growth drives them: more land, more wealth. More people. They breed like haraguti, and are never content in one place for long."

That concept was foreign to Com-5 as it was here. Objects in the Mirror knew that the emissary would have been raised with the same philosophy of life: home was home, and they would build it upwards before spreading out. All resources were devoted to improving the lot of their society, raising the baseline, no individual left behind, rather than expanding it - fighting wars whilst children starved at home, and leaving more misery in their wake.

Other than emissaries like her, researchers like him, there was little desire for citizens to leave their home systems, where everything was different to their tastes. A move to Earth would be a desperate measure, born of desperate times. But humans would colonise a barren rock as soon as they were given the means, just to see it done. Whatever the hardship, they would endure it, out of some driving need to overcome each barrier in front of them, and then the next, and then the next, whatever the personal cost.

"They've been on Earth a thousand years," she said. "They seem fairy content."

"Only because we've stopped them," he explained. "Their history is one of conquest. Every state has tried to spill over into its neighbours, taking from others and churning up their land, rather than building a paradise on their own soil. Every enterprise, whatever its success, chases constant growth and profit above preserving what they have. Do you know much about sharks?"

"Are they the ones with the tentacles?"

"No, but I suppose it doesn't matter. Aquatic predators. Big teeth. A man once told me that they need to keep moving or they die, and I think that men are the same. They're irrepressible, so we decided to repress them. We thought it better to keep them there." He paused. "Of course, could use a little irrepressible now."

"How do you mean?" the emissary asked. He wasn't sure if she meant that last point, or if he'd passed the limits of her vocabulary, in which case he'd have to repeat that whole thing. He took a gamble on the former.

"Are you familiar with concept of pioneer species? They're often seen as weeds, but they serve a vital ecological role. Fast spreading, fast reproducing, able to adapt to virgin land, terraforming it for others to follow. You get algae on an island first, and it creates the mulch for complex plants to grow in."

"Algae and weeds again," she said. "So what do you suggest? You said we can't go to Earth, because they will come to us."

"Or we could point them in the other direction, and see what else they find," he considered; arms still crossed, face still smiling. "Perhaps it's time to open the lid."

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Head Over Heels | E.M

18+

Summary: 2 best friends on their 2nd and 3rd retake of Senior Year finally admit their feelings for each other

warnings: friends to lovers, drug use, making out, oral (fem receiving) fingering, hand jobs, losing their virginities together, condom use, lots of teasing, love confessions

word count: 4.4k

Every day they skipped free period, ran to his van in the parking lot and got the hell out of Hawkins High as fast as they could. They didn’t want to be there a second longer than they had to. Especially after the last year they’ve had. 

She sighs, resting her head against the headrest, she turns to him with a smile. “What are the plans for today, Mr. Munson?” 

“First of all, ew,” he turns to her quickly with a disgusted face and then back to the road. “That’s my uncle. Second of all, I was thinking we could get high and chill, 'cause you don't work later…” 

She nods along, “yeah, sounds good… and maybe you can finally show me that song you’ve been working on?” 

He shakes his head, “no can do, sorry, it’s not ready yet.” 

“Come on,” she whines, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and leaning her head on his shoulder, “puh-leeeease?” She begs.

“No,” he laughs as he swats her away, “can’t you see I’m driving here? That’s so dangerous!” 

She huffs and crosses her arms, leaning back in her seat again, “fine. But if you can’t show me, how do you expect to be a famous rock star?” 

“Most rock stars aren’t singing to a crowd of their muse,” he remarks, not looking over to her at all to see the way her eyes sparkle. 

“What?” 

“nothing—

“No, not nothing, you clearly just said I was your muse! Eddie!!” A million thoughts racked her brain, she couldn’t believe the words he said… it all felt like a dream. “Did we get hit by a truck? Am I dreaming? Or did you just admit this song is about me?” 

He doesn’t answer, he just takes a sharp lefthand turn into the trailer park and speeds up to his place. He throws the van into park and finally turns to her. “You wanna get high or not?” 

She nods, suddenly feeling bad as she notices this was a sore spot. “I get it, if it’s about me it’s probably not a good song anyway…” 

He stares at her with a look she’s never seen before, “yeah, okay, I wrote a song about you. I’m still working on the cords and I will show you eventually, but it’s embarrassing right now…”

She ran over to him and wrapped him up in a big hug, “you know I’d love it even if it was a silly little commercial jingle, all because you made it.” 

He kisses the top of her head before pulling away, “come on, let’s go get baked before my uncle gets home.” 

He pulls her inside, into his room and onto his bed. The two of them sit cross-legged across from each other with matching smiles as he rolls them a joint. 

“Care to do the honours, my lady?” He passes her the joint with a curtsy, making her laugh. 

“Don’t mind if I do,” she plays into his games as she takes it from him. 

He always let her go first, she didn’t know if it was him wanting to be a gentleman or him enjoying the view of something in her mouth. She hopes for the latter as she seductively places the joint between her lips and lights a match. 

Eddie just watches with a smirk, proud of how far she’s come since they started smoking weed together when she was 17. She coughed so hard the first time he thought he was going to have to take her to the hospital. 

Now she blows the smoke back in his direction with a smile, “is this from Rick or the stuff you’ve been growing in the back?” 

“Mine,” he smiles as he takes the joint from her. “I wouldn’t waste the good stuff on anyone else.” 

That made her feel good, better than the weed was already starting to make her feel as they kept passing the joint back and forth until it was nothing but a roach.

“You’ll never guess what else I did this winter…” he bites his lip in anticipation. 

She’s worried, “please don't be anything that can send you back to jail…” 

“No,” he shoves her lightly, causing her to fall back against his pillow, she pulls him down with her so they’re lying face to face in his bed. “You know how theres natural growing shrooms up by skull rock?”

She nods, “what about them?” 

“I harvested some of them, I put them on bottle caps and wrapped ‘em up in cling-wrap so keep them fresh and waited till they were out of season, I sold them for $20 a pop and I kinda saved up all the money for if we graduate…” 

Her eyes grow 3 times their normal size, and not just from the weed, “how much do you have?” 

He shrugs, “like two grand…” 

“Eddie!” She can’t believe it. 

The first time he didn’t graduate it was because he wanted to spend his senior year with her, but she's always been a grade behind him. The second time was because she didn’t graduate and he didn’t want to move on to the real world without her. Having lost a friend to the Mall Fire™, she couldn’t find a way to move on from the loss enough to pass all 8 classes, so she had to go back. 

She had the full intention of graduating that time, and then some magic sorcerer from a secret underworld dimension stepped in and all hell broke loose. literally. 

But this year, this year they were finally going to do it. 

“I’m actually going to graduate this year,” she announces, “which means you need to graduate too.”

Eddie sighs and sits up, “that means we need to get real jobs and go to college and be boring adults… if you think I’m cutting my hair and wearing ties for the rest of my life, you’re sorely mistaken.” 

“You don’t have to,” she looks up at him with a smile. “I was thinking me and you could just hop in the van and see where it takes us? Maybe we’ll find a town where we’re normal…”

He laughs, “us? Normal? Y/N have you lost your mind?” 

She shrugs, “we could be happy… and with the money you made, maybe we can be?”

“I don’t care where we go, I’m happy as long as I’m with you,” he admits, getting sappy on her for a change. He was a sweetheart, no matter how stoic he pretended to be, he was too sweet on her to keep the act up. 

She sits up and crawls into his lap, holding his face in her hands, cautiously, it wasn’t unusual for them to be this close, but it was different for them to be this honest, “you make me happy, too. But this town is holding us back. We should go to California, you can bring your guitar and we can hit open mic nights together, you can start a good band and build a reputation and be The Eddie Munson that I know is in there.” 

“The kids are gonna miss me,” he teases with a fictitious sigh, referencing to Dustin and the gang. 

She smacks his arm slightly, “I’m serious. I think we could make a good life there.” 

“Then you’ve gotta audition for some stuff,” he insists. “Just because you never got any lead roles here in Hawkins doesn’t mean Jack shit, you’re an incredible actress. Those idiots just couldn’t see it.” 

She nods, moving her hands to rest on his shoulders, “we can do it. I’ll help you pass English, you can help me pass math, and together we’ll get our diplomas and say goodbye to this hell hole.”

He nods, but he still looks unsure. 

“What?” 

“I can’t go with you unless you know something about me… it might change everything between us, but I can’t keep this a secret anymore,” he can barely look at her, nervous as ever, and he sighs. “I’m in love with you. I have been since that mixed art class we took 6 years ago… like absolutely, 100% head over heels, in love with you.”

“Eddie?” She can’t believe his words. 

“I know, I know,” he’s so ashamed he looks away from her, off into the corner of the room. “I get it if you don’t want to go with me anymore…”

She places a hand on his cheek and guides his attention back to her eyes, “sweetheart, I’ve loved you for just as long. Even with all the drama and the murders and everything we’ve gone through together here, I love you, so very much.” 

He doesn’t hesitate to kiss her, lunging for her lips with his own, it’s a perfect fit. With his hands on her hips, he pulls her in close so they’re chest to chest. Swiping his tongue against her bottom lip, she greets him with her own tongue, in a make-out session that should’ve happened years ago. She can’t believe they waited this long to do this. 

“Wait, wait,” he pulls back, stopping her from kissing him so she can just look at him. “There’s something else…” 

“What?” 

“I lied to you… back when I said I lost my virginity at camp in Junior year—

“Why would you lie?” 

“Cause I wanted you to think I was cool,” he admits with a shrug. “I know, I know, it’s stupid.” 

She nods, “Yeah, cause it made me terrified that I wouldn’t be experienced enough if you ever wanted to one day.” It took a lot of guts for her to admit that, but since they were letting things out, she had to do it. 

He shakes his head, a concerned look cascading over his face. “No, oh my god, I’m so sorry…” 

“It’s okay,” she smiles, “now at least we’re on the same level.” 

“Seriously?” He’s taken aback, blushing as the smirk on his face grows. “you want to have sex with me one day?” 

She nods with a small giggle, “I’ve been thinking about it for years.” 

“Me too,” he looks at her lips again, “don’t take this the wrong way, but I think I have some condoms here if you want to try?” 

She raises a brow, “why do you have condoms?” 

“My uncle gives me 2 every time he buys a new pack, he says we don’t have space in here for another mouth to feed,” he explains. “But I’ve never used them…” 

“Um, y-yeah,” she nods, nervous but thankfully the weed kept her calm. 

His big brown doe eyes lock on to hers, “we’re only doing this if you’re 100% certain. I’ll wait a million moons to finally get to make you mine, all that matters to me is you don’t regret it when we do. I couldn’t live with myself if I was taking something thats not mine…” 

She swoons, melting right into his embrace, “oh, Eddie…”

“I need more words than that, princess,” he holds her cheeks in his hands and kisses the tip of his nose. “Do you want to?” 

“Yes,” she says while nodding like mad. “100 million times yes, I want to do this with you and no one else… I just have one problem.” 

“What?” He looks worried. 

“How certain are you that condoms work… I just don’t think we’re ready to handle a baby on the road,” she lets her worries free. 

He laughs, shaking his head with a smile, “really? Half the kids in our high school are fucking like rabbits and there’s not a single baby in site—

“well—

“Loraine Patterson’s doesn’t count, that was her cousin,” Eddie cuts her back off but they both end up laughing. “At least, that’s what they say.” 

She shakes her head and clicks her tongue, “you’re unbelievable, Eddie Munson.” 

“You’re unbelievably beautiful,” he muses, leaning back in for another kiss. 

She runs her hands down his chest, heading under his jacket and behind his back so she could hold him even closer. His tongue on her’s is soft, wet and inviting and she can’t help but think of it elsewhere. She grinds against him, the friction from their jeans is an added bonus but she wants more. 

She kisses his jaw and down his neck, she pushes his jacket off his shoulders and reaches for the hem of his shirt, “take it off…” he whispers, looking up at her softly, he lifts his arms into the air and lets her pull it over his head. 

She’s seen him shirtless a million times, hell she was even there with him when he got a couple of his chest tattoos, but this was so much different. She ran her fingers down his chest lightly, playing with the slight gathering of chest hair and teasing his nipples slightly. “You’re so cute.” 

“Thank you,” he blushes, “can I take your shirt off, too?” 

She nods, raising her arms the same way he did before, and then her shirt is gone. “But we have to make it even,” she smirks, reaching behind her back she unclips her bra and lets the straps fall off her shoulders. 

He watches intently as her breasts become free, his breathing picks up a bit, and he tilts his head to the side with a please sigh. “Sweet Jesus I’ve been dreaming of what they look like for years now…” 

“All you had to do was ask,” she teases him. “I’m not kidding.” 

He clicks his tongue in shame, placing both his hands on her back for support, he flips them over so she’s laying on her back with her head on the pillow, him on top of her. She wraps one of her legs around him as he rests between them, holding him close as he looks down at her. 

His hair falls down into her face, so she takes one of her ponytails on her wrist and puts his hair back for him, “better?” 

“Much,” he smiles and then looks down at her boobs again. “… can I?” 

“Touch them?” 

He nods, “with my mouth.” 

She moans right then and there and he takes that as a yes, he cups her boobs in his hands and makes a b-line for the right one. He sucks the nipple into his mouth automatically, “oh my god!” She can’t help herself, it feels so wonderful. 

She wraps both her legs around him, cradling his face in her hands as he made out with her tits, they kept grinding together while he had his fun. She was high, on cloud nine, this was the best day of her life and it was the first of many. 

He kept kissing lower, making her stomach drop and her breathing still. She took a deep breath, sucking in her stomach at the same time, suddenly terrified. 

He kisses right to the button of her jeans and then looks up at her, “what’s wrong?” 

She shakes her head, lying, “nothing.” 

He tilts his head to the side, giving her the classing All Knowing Eddie look. “Fine,” she gives in. “It’s just no one’s ever seen me naked.”

“Me either,” he reminds her. “And think of it this way, no matter what you think of yourself, I think you’re gorgeous,” he assures her with a sweet smile. “I’m blessed to get to see you like this, and even more so as the first…” 

She nods, lifting her hips up, “take them off.” 

He undoes the button, pushes the zip down and then pulls her jeans off. This was the last thing she expected when she put on care bear underwear that morning, and instantly she was embarrassed again. Closing her eyes in the hopes that this was actually a dream and she could wake up from it. 

Instead, he just presses a kiss to the centre of her panties, right in the middle of the heart on the pink care bear chest, his lips in the shape of a smile. “You’re the cute one.” 

“Shut up,” she covers her face with her hands, “I forgot I put those on this morning.” 

“How long have you had these?” 

“too long,” she sighs, “can you just take them off so I don’t have to be embarrassed anymore?” 

“I mean, yeah, but it’s not embarrassing, it’s cute,” he loops his fingers under the band and pulls them down slowly. Mesmerized by the fact this was real and happening right in front of him. 

He spreads her legs, trailing his hands down her inner thighs, his rings are so cold they make her shiver, cooling down the heat that was building inside of her. 

“You’re in too many clothes now,” she teases him, making his eyes dart back up to her, snapping him back into the moment. 

“What?” 

“Get naked,” she orders with a giggle, shaking her head with a smirk. It was a lot easier to do this when she realized she was just as cautious, fumble-y and overwhelmed with lust for her as she was with him. 

He gets off the bed quickly, pushing himself out of his jeans and fruit of the loom undies, not as embarrassing as hers, but he still turned a cute shade of pink when she saw them. 

He stood there beside the bed, naked and nervous as she looked him up and down with her jaw slack. “Wow…” she whispers, more to herself than anything. 

She sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, reaching forward and taking his hard cock in her hand gently. He sucks in a sharp breath, watching her work her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. She’s mesmerized by how big he is, how soft the skin is, it’s remarkable. She can’t help but smile, proud of herself. Proud of them. 

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, causing her to look up at him. “Sorry, it’s just— fuck you’re so hot…”

She gets up and stands in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders before running them along his arms, down past his wrists, she interlocks their fingers on both hands and stares up into his eyes. 

“I wish you told me you liked me years ago,” she admits. “Imagine all the sex we could’ve been having… the amount of alone time we’ve had in this tailer over the last 6 years is crazy, and everyone thought we were fucking anyway.” 

“They did,” he thinks back to it. “I mean, I always just thought they could see my crush on you and were teasing me.” 

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell I had a crush on you?” 

“I couldn’t risk losing you,” he admits. “I couldn’t ask, I couldn’t assume and definitely wasn’t going to make a move and risk having you hate me…”

She leans in for a quick kiss, “well, you never have to worry about that again.” 

He kisses her again, deeper this time. Letting go of her hands, he explores her back, pulling her in closer so their chests are flush together. He’s so warm and soft, he smells like home and he tastes like forever. 

“Find that condom,” she whispers against his lips, “please?” 

He pulls back and nods, “yeah,” he turns around and searches through his underwear drawer, he comes back with a shiny silver package and a smile. 

She looks around the room, finding the towel he normally keeps on the back of his door to lay on the bed. “If we’re sleeping here tonight you won’t want a wet spot…” 

His brow raises, “seriously?” 

She nods with a smirk, “I know myself… if thoughts of you make me wet I can’t imagine what you’re going to actually do to me.” 

“I want you on top at some point,” he admits, “I think about that all the time.” 

She pulls him over to the bed, getting in first and pulling him back on top of her. “What else do you think about?” He blushes, a deep magenta taking over all his features, spreading down to his chest. “Oh, now you have to tell me.”

He bites his lip, staring off and then shrugging, “fine. Okay, I think about eating you out like… 3 times a day maybe.”

Her brows shoot up, and her eyes grow huge, “you’re kidding?”

He shakes his head, “I’m completely serious.”

She spreads her legs, letting him settle between them, with a small chuckle she places her hand on his face and pushes him down but she doesn’t need to, with that non-verbal consent, he’s more than ready to do this. 

He takes a minute to just look, to admire her the same way she did to him. “You ready?” 

She nods, “don’t hold back…” 

And he doesn’t. She thought making out with him was the most pleasurable experience she’d have with his tongue… 

She thanks God his uncle isn’t home as she melts into the bed and gets lost in the feeling. She doesn’t care how loud she gets, actually the louder she is the better it feels like he was trying to get that from her. She tugged on his hair, causing him to moan against her, the octave of his voice making her clit vibrate, she was over the moon with feelings. 

Right there on the edge, she savoured it. Arching her back, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the overwhelming high of her orgasm as it began to rip through her. “Fuck, Eddie!” 

Without warning he adds two fingers, figuring she’d be at her most relaxed and elasticated enough to stretch. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, this wasn’t supposed to hurt. 

He kisses the inside of her thigh lightly, then her hip, her stomach, through the middle of her breasts and then he hovers. “You okay?” 

She nods, “fantastic, holy fuck, dude?” 

He smirks, that beautiful Eddie smirk she’s been in love with for years. She threads her fingers through his hair and brings him in for a kiss, all while he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of her. 

She gets lost in his mouth, high on feelings and overflowing with euphoria. She reaches between them, stroking his cock, making him moan into her mouth. She kisses him one last time before smiling, “I’m ready, please?” 

He pulls out, wipes his fingers on the towel under her and nods, trying to act cool but he was beyond excited. He sits back on his knees, fumbling with the condom in his hands, she sits up and takes it from him, “lay down, I want to be on top.” 

“Really?” He doesn’t hesitate to lay back, letting her climb onto his thighs and take her seat. 

She opens the condom, takes his cock in her hands and rolls it over his length. She positions herself on top of him and slowly, very slowly, begins to sit down on it. He’s thick, she’s not going to lie, it hurts a tiny bit and he can tell by the look on her face. To help, he rubs her clit, helping her relax and open again so she can slide right down. 

He bottoms out with a sigh, never feeling something so incredible before. He tosses his head back, “sweet fucking Christ.” 

She smirks, it’s surreal to be in this moment with him, even crazier that they’re actually kinda good at it… she begins to rock her hips, finding her own rhythm and comfort, and she starts to buck her hips a bit faster. The feeling of his thumb on her clit and his cock deep inside her was more than she expected, she feels so close again, but she wants to just stay there. 

She doesn’t want it to end.

He sits up then, pulling her in close so they’re chest to chest, her legs wrap around his waist, locking them in place like that. She places her hands on the bed, using it as leverage to lift herself off his cock and push back down against it just hard enough to send tingles down her legs. 

He looks her in the eyes, big brown and blown out, dark black holes she could get lost in forever… her’s most likely were the same. She could devour him whole if she wanted to. 

“I love you,” he whispers, reminding her why they were finally just now doing this. 

She whines, tossing her head back, “fuck, I love you, more.” 

“That so, princess?” He grips her hips tighter, fucking into her with more passion and heat. 

She leans back, even more, legs going limp, giving him the chance to toss her back against the bed, spread her legs and fuck into her with vigour. She releases a string of incomprehensible moans and chants of the lord's name in vain… she just adds that to the list of sins she’s committed with Eddie Munson. And she’s sure it wouldn’t be the last. 

The way he kisses her as he fucks her, his hand between their bodies working on her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her as another orgasm teeters on the edge of destruction. 

“Please… please? Please?” She can’t for any sentences, too fuck out to even think.

“Wanna cum, sweetheart?” He teases her, rubbing her clit faster. “Go one, cum. I want to feel you pulse around my cock the way you did on my tongue.” 

That does it for her. 

Her body goes limp, her arms spread out flat on the mattress as she lets the pleasure attack her. Almost too out of it to feel him chance pace, but not enough to miss the fantastic feeling of him thrusting into her one last time and then falling onto her. Burying his face in the crook of her neck. Panting. Fucked out too. 

“Holy fuck…” she whispers, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing his back gently. He was sweaty and hot but she didn’t care. Being this close to him was perfect. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, snuggling in closer and kissing the side of her neck. “That was amazing…” 

“No one’s going to see us ever again,” she teases, never wanting to leave his bed now that they’ve christened it. 

“I’m going to need to buy more condoms,” he teases right back. “But seriously, that was everything. I’m really glad I waited.” 

She smiles, “me too, Munson. Me too.” 

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followed for the Hittites, tbh I don't go to your fandom but *dang* those are some cute pictures, (I Do Not Need Another Fandom Help) I remember hearing at some point about a princess who had a literal museum of artifacts she'd collected, tagged, and catalogued, and I thiiiink she was Hittite? does that story sound familiar, or am I completely wrong about the context? XD

Hello! I think you are thinking of Ennigaldi-Nanna, daughter of the last Babylonian king Nabonidus. Not Hittite, alas, and the Neo-Babylonians have never been a strong point for me, but some quick research suggests that most of what we know is that a) she existed and was a priestess, and b) she, like her dad, was pretty into antiquarianism, and so had this collection of cool old stuff. Given that he IIRC took power by coup, and also that this was the end of it for Babylonian rule, my guess is that there was some interest in legitimacy and staying power at the heart of it all.

(Okay, I just checked her Wikipedia page, which is a thing that she has and that is pretty great! It is, shall we say, a tad generous in its estimation of what we can know about why she set all this up and what she was doing with it, but overall seems basically legit.)

The Hittites, incidentally, were not really antiquarians, but we do have some older texts in their archives that they kept over the centuries. The only one that seems to be pre-Hittite is the proclamation of Anitta, king of a nearby city in the century preceding the Hittites' rise, who makes a point of mentioning that he conquered Hattusa (their capital), razed it, and sowed weeds on the site and cursed anyone who settled there going forward. It's a super weird text because no one was writing documents in Hittite at the time when Anitta existed (as far as we know, anyway) so - this is a translation from an Akkadian original? they made it up? someone had memorized it and they reconstructed it just for a pointed "fuck you" at the dude who thought no one could live in their city? It's wild.

Anyway, welcome, and know that the cute pictures are from TWO fandoms you don't need (or do you??): the first is Jeff Satur, a Thai singer-songwriter and occasional BL actor - check out him singing very well while sexily chained up! - and the second is Kang Yeosang from the kpop group Ateez, who I like generally, I just like Yeosang best because of how clueless and adorable he is - check them out doing a musical-theater-style performance of one of their songs mashed up with a Dvorak symphony!

#hittites yay! #asks

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Ruby sighed and shuffled more through the large photo album. More and more the memories seemed to come back, but yet they didn't seem as painful to relive them again. Her eye widened and a loud laugh followed. R: "Oh goddddd I FORGOT I CUT MY HAIR!" Josiah raised a brow in confusion only for his eyes to widen "YOU DID WAIT LET ME SEE!" but before Ruby could even pass it Josiah decided to rip the whole album from her immediately laughing at the sight.

J: "the swooop - he managed to say through the tears that filled his eyes- THE FUCKING SWOOP.... DUDE.... ! holy hell... ahahah that was a time. looked like our old lesbian gym teacher." Ruby threw one of the pillows at him and huffed "shut the fuck up! the mop on my head had to go and guess what i trusted Hades to cut my hair okay ! he said it looked good." Josiah continued to laugh and shake his head only to stop and fully examine the pictures before him.

his smile started to drop slowly while his eyes glanced up at Ruby. J: "Izzi was slowly becoming themselves before our very own eyes.. looking at these pictures, you can just see it... especially in their eyes." Ruby huffed again and let out a deep sigh "those fucking eyes... there were times I really thought Izzi was going to just rip me apart and drink my blood.. honestly, it was quite hot. - she laughed and shook her head- Izzi had a way of catching me off guard with just a look.. I don't know.. they always had this intense stare, like.. it wasn't really them staring back at me but it was.." Josiah hummed and looked back down only to chuckle "Why are we such idiots!" Josiah turned the book towards Ruby showing him exactly what he was talking about. R: "jesus..."

R: "fucking graduation..... you know to this day i still don't remember what the hell happened that night.." Josiah blinked and thought for a moment only to scrunch up his face "i actually.... shit... i don't know either.. i just know a lot of tequila was involved and you were crying about how much you missed Izzi because they couldn't go out that night." Ruby nodded slowly trying to think hard on it but decided to just go with it. "yeah... i think that is kinda what happened at your guys graduation too right" J: "noooo we got Izzi high that night remember on the beach " Ruby laughed and pinched the bridge of her nose "oh my god yes and Izzi kept getting very paranoid.. that night we learned no weed for izzi... ahaha... god Izzi was so cute though... sadly we only took one picture that day." Josiah chuckled but shrugged "it's a good one though"

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[sojirosteacup]

Hanadan character name meanings

As it is common with anime/manga characters, the characters in Hana Yori Dango have names that relate to their storyline. In this post, I'll attempt to translate the names of the main characters from Japanese.

Warning, long post under the cut:

Before we begin

All their names are pretty much the same in mandarin, with the exception of Tsukushi/Shancai, so these translations partially fit Meteor Garden too. (but I don't know mandarin, so I can't give you more than this, sorry)

Due to the way korean names work (and the unfortunate implications of giving korean characters japanese sounding names), they were completely renamed in the K-drama. I'm gonna make a separate post for their korean names later.

They were also renamed in the thai drama but I know nothing about thai, so I won't even try to translate those, sorry (I make one speculation in this post and that's it, lol).

Japanese names, when written in japanese characters, have the family name coming first and personal name second. That's the order I'm gonna use here.

I make a few stretches here and there because I'm not a native japanese speaker nor a specialist in japanese name meanings. This was translated with the help of two japanese dictionary apps/sites and my obsession with this fucking manga.

Now that you read all of this, let's begin with our protagonist:

Makino Tsukushi (牧野つくし)

Her name is the most obvious one because the story revolves around it, but lets take a look at it anyway

牧野 (Makino) Let's look at the kanji for it separately:

牧 (Boku, Maki) - breed, care for, shepherd, feed, pasture

野 (ya, no) - plains, field, rustic, civilian life

牧野 (Makino), can also be read as Bokuya, which means "pasture land" or "ranch".

Her name つくし (Tsukushi) doesn't use Kanji, but it's mentioned many times in that story that is a type of weed plant.

If I were to put everything together and attempt to translate it, it turns into something like… Pasture land weed.

Poor girl.

Doumyouji Tsukasa (道明寺司)

道明寺 (Doumyouji) - If you look at these characters apart, they don't mean anything in particular

道 (Dou) means road, path, street, teachings (like in the martial art judo, or the art of tea ceremony, chadou)

明 (myou) means wisdom, mantra, light, bright [insert obvious joke about F4 thailand here].

寺 (Ji) is a counter for temple, which is why Yuuki's ex, in the double date in the manga, makes fun of him asking if his family lived in a temple. 寺 is also a radical in the kanji 時 (toki) (hour) and the word 時間 (jikan) (time), which I guess is where they took Thyme`s nickname from.

But 道明寺 (Doumyouji) as a whole is the name of a japanese street candy. Kamio once said on her twitter that the F4 was based off a dango and all of them were supposed to be named after candy, but she ended up scrapping the idea because she didn`t have time to think of candy names for all of them. Doumyouji was the only one that kept the original naming concept.

Now let's go to the rest of his name:

司 (Tsukasa, Shi) - director, official, rule. (Fun fact: there is a verb, tsukasadoru, that means "to be in charge, to manage, to rule, to govern, to control")

This one is obvious, Tsukasa is the leader of the F4.

If I were to put both names together and translate his full name it would mean something like… Candy ruler. He is the leader of the dango that is the F4. 🍡

He doesn`t sound that threatening when we put it like this lol

Hanazawa Rui (花沢類)

花沢 (Hanazawa) - Let`s look at the words separately:

花 (hana) means flower

沢 (sawa) means valley, swamp, marsh, brilliance, grace

Hanazawa would mean something like "flower valley" (I don't know if it could translate as "flower grace")

類 (Rui) means sort, kind, variety, similar

If I were to translate his full name, it would be something like: "A kind of flower valley" or, if I really stretch it, "Like a flower valley"

And notice this funny thing: Tsukasa and Rui's names are a walking spoiler! Hana Yori Dango, the name of the manga itself, is oficially translated as "Boys over flowers", but another translation of it could be "Candy (Dango) over flowers". If Doumyouji is the candy leader and Hanazawa is a flower valley… Damn, I wonder who the main character is going to choose. /s

Now to my favorite boy Nishikado Soujirou (西門総二郎):

(西門) Nishikado:

西 (nishi) means west

門 (kado, mon) means gate and, as I recently found out, "branch of learning based on the teachings of a single master". Obviously, his name comes from the second meaning.

So, Nishikado would mean "Branch of learning (tea ceremony) from the west" or "Lineage of (tea ceremony) masters from the west".

With "Soujirou", let's start with Jirou first:

二 (ni, Ji) - Two. That's literally the kanji for the number 2. No mystery here.

郎 (rou) - Counter for sons.

So if it's not obvious yet, 二郎 (Jirou) is used in names to mean that the person is the second son. You see it in anime character names all the time, look for it, you'll find it.

総 (Sou) - whole, all, overall, entire

The "Sou" part is maybe not supposed to mean anything in particular, but if you are still reading this long ass post you want to see me try to find a meaning for it. So if i stretch it, maybe it could be "full second son" (which doesn't make much sense) or, if I really stretch it, it could maybe mean "Second of all sons"

So his name would be: "Second son overall from the west lineage of (tea ceremony) masters"

Boy that's not a name, that's a whole ass title. 😭

And, yes, his older brother is called Souichirou, and by this logic his younger brother is probably called Sousaburou, or something like that.

Last but not least: Mimasaka Akira (美作あきら)

美 (mi, bi) means beauty, beautiful

作 (saka, sa, tsuku) means prepare, to make, build (it's the same kanji used in the verb Tsukuru - to make, to produce)

Mimasaka would mean something like "Make beauty" or "beautifully made"

Akira (あきら), on the other hand… it doesn't use a Kanji. It's the same case as Tsukushi, except with her we know the meaning because the character herself says it. But Akira doesn't, so i have no idea what it could mean since we don't have the kanji for it.

(sorry Akira)

But translating what it can, it would mean "Akira makes beauty" or even "The beautifully made Akira" (which at least sounds cool asf, come on)

#hana yori dango #boys over flowers #meteor garden #meta #i was going to take longer to make this post but i feel sad today so i decided to write it to cheer myself up #japanese

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Court - a Malevolent Fic

Six years.

It's not enough time.

Hastur will make this work— and that means a few significant changes in standing for his Court Composer and the piece of a god that rides him.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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Arthur knew Hastur was not all right.

Of course he wasn’t. Not after yesterday. After what he’d had to do.

Hastur maybe wasn’t doing what Arthur had done—he wasn’t going self-destructive in an obvious way, like drinking himself to death—but this was still not great. If Arthur had to guess, fixing everything was Hastur’s alcohol, and he was drinking 80 proof.

“Hastur,” Arthur said, following the warmth and lingering power of the god.

Hastur stopped.

Arthur ran into him. Ahead, behind the closed doors, came a constant murmur of monsters. 

Fuck, said John. What are we doing here, Hastur?

All the sound suddenly cut off. 

Arthur, he’s put us in some kind of bubble.

“Arthur. John,” said Hastur, his voice low, though Arthur could still feel it through his black, gold-toed boots. “We have six years to play this next game, but I can’t do it without correcting my errors.”

“You said that,” said Arthur. “I get it. I do. But you’re moving too fast.”

“Arthur, there is no time .”

“Yes, there is. Listen to me. I’ve been where you are.”

Hastur was silent. John was silent.

Arthur didn’t want to talk about this, but he had to. “I’ve held… her. I’ve been there.”

Hastur groaned, low.

“I get it,” Arthur said. “But you can’t fix it. You can’t… you can’t undo the past. You have to move forward.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” said Hastur, so gently.

Arthur sighed. “Hastur…”

“John. Arthur. Listen to me.” Hastur spoke low, evenly. “Some things must be done quickly. One of those things, Arthur, is I must undo the damage I have done to you.”

Arthur’s cheeks burned at the threat of attention. “Why?”

“Because it never should have happened. It was wrong. And it will be in the way . From this point, we must assume people are going to realize Faroe is your child. You know that, don’t you?”

Arthur hadn’t really wrestled with it. “She looks that much like me?” he said in a tiny voice.

“She does. Your reputation will harm her. Is that what you want?”

Fuck.

Arthur knew that Faroe was being used like a lever to get him to agree to something, but he did agree with this. "No, of course I don't want my reputation to hurt her, but—”

“And John, I need to repair the damage I did to you, too.”

What? What damage? John huffed.

“I’ve kept you isolated. By hiding you, yes, in a sense I protected myself; but I have let you grow feral.”

Feral!

“You say whatever you wish without consequence.”

John growled. Fuck you and your consequence.

“As I said. Arthur is about to become a much more public figure, and you can’t protect him when he has to pretend he can’t hear you. Do you understand? It must come to an end today. It’s time.”

And now, Hastur was using Arthur as a lever for John—but was he wrong? “Hastur,” said Arthur, slowly. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Making amends—and  taking out two birds with one stone. I’ve let my court grow fallow. I’ve allowed stupid intrigue and other issues to persist because they were amusing, and posed no threat to me—but they do to Faroe, and it’s time I pulled those weeds. By revealing you, I have my excuse.”

How the fuck does that follow?

“Emotional shock, of course,” said Hastur. “The madness of this day will cover the changes I make. And it is going to be done today. All over with. Fixed.”

“Fuck,” said Arthur. “Whatever you’re planning here isn’t going to fix anything.”

Hastur rumbled, low. “There will be violence done today,” he warned, “and you will be revealed. This is happening.”

Godsdamnit, wait, you—

Hastur opened the doors.

#

A mighty cheer rose; praise for him, welcome, delight to see him again. Pleading for attention, offers of sacrifice (in exchange for attention), declarations of loyalty (in hopes of attention), demands for aid (which were pleas for attention).

They would regret that demand today.

Hastur swept toward his throne, and out of habit, out of thousands of years of tradition, the crowd began to close in behind him. Arthur was cut off, and slowed.

Then Hastur stopped.

Just stopped. Several sycophants bumped into him. The buzz of conversation dimmed because no one knew what that meant.

And the Hastur broke tradition even more. He turned around. “Arthur. Join me.” 

The crowd parted messily like soft butter, leaving a path between them. Everyone was silent.

Better walk forward, Arthur, John said softly. They’re all staring.

Arthur did purely out of panic, following John’s words because he was too shocked to be stubborn. His boots sounded so damn loud.

Hastur waited until Arthur was nearly upon him before resuming his march. No one closed ranks between them this time, but the clamor did not rise quite the same. Their curiosity tickled under Arthur’s skin, buzzing and unpleasant. He felt horribly seen, stared at, with no way to hide.

“Come, Arthur,” said Hastur, and his tone was hard to read. Even, firm, gentle, but not soft, not quiet. It was meant to be heard.

He’s conjured a seat and table beside his throne. It’s small, it’s not like Faroe’s throne or something, but… fuck. Maybe we should run for the window.

No one knew what was happening. The few creatures that breathed with wet and soggy sounds were all that could be heard. 

Well, Hastur had wanted emotional shock. He was certainly getting it. Arthur swallowed and followed Hastur’s voice. Maybe he was wrong. Mayber Hastur wasn’t trying to fix anything. Maybe he’d gone goofy. Off his chump. Bananas. “John, where’s the—” his foot hit the first step. Horrifyingly aware of being watched, he made his way up this new and strange dais, felt the table, and slid around to the seat.

The court murmured like bees.

They’re all staring.

“Oh, gods,” Arthur murmured.

“Greetings, my people,” said Hastur. “It has been some days since I heard your complaints, your concerns, your convoluted wishes; it is time to hear them again. We have recovered from the Games, and the damage done after. It is time. Come to me. Come as you did. I will hear you.”

Maybe Arthur didn’t have to do anything? Sure. Because the King in Yellow was known for restraint . Arthur’s hands clenched on his thighs.

What the fuck is he up to? muttered John. He couldn’t have been literal out there. Could he?

“I don’t know,” Arthur whispered.

“Ah,” said Hastur just as the flow of voices began to rise again. “I see you are puzzled. Perhaps because of the addition of my Composer.”

Silence.

Arthur’s gulp was very loud.

“In the madness after the attack, after the Games, as you know, there was some… confusion. My daughter tried to chase after the enemy; she is brave, and strong, but yet young. I pursued her, and many things happened since. We have allied with Celephaïs; we have taken revenge on many of our enemies. We have become the jewel of the east, generous to those who struggle in the wake of The Storm. In the course of that time, my Composer has proven himself… worthy .” 

The word boomed like a passing train, shaking the room, shaking Arthur. Even with the warning outside, this wasn’t how he’d thought this would go down.

Okaaaaay, said John, as dubious as anyone had ever been.

“You know I have spoken poorly of him through the years, though he has, in his time here, given me no further cause to.” Hastur sounded amused, intense, certain. “I have never made a secret of my initial displeasure with him; well, my beloved beasts, prepare yourselves for what might be a shock.” A beat. “I was… mistaken. ”

Voices rose now , oh yes, they did, mostly in denial—telling Hastur he was wonderful, that he’d never make a mistake, all the usual bootlicking shit. But Arthur noted the absolute dead silence between those claims, and somehow, he knew: Hastur had not drawn attention. Hastur had drawn predation. 

Fuck, John said quietly. Is he admitting weakness? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Hastur laughed. He sounded delighted. “Mistakes happen; I’ve been overdue for one for at least ten thousand years.” 

He got some laughter in response.

Arthur felt like his spine had turned to ice. What kind of playacting insanity was this? What was Hastur saying?

“I tell you all this now, my beloved ones, so as to get the nonsense out of the way,” said Hastur, and slid one tentacle around Arthur’s tensing shoulders. “Arthur earned my favor—more so than many here—at great cost to himself. He attacked my enemies without my prompting, without my command or promise of reward, and took terrible injury on my behalf. He showed himself to be loyal… though I had not given him kindness. As a result, I have seen fit to reward him.”

Uh-oh.

Where’s he going with this?

“Nowhere good,” Arthur whispered.

“I will reveal the honor bestowed,” said Hastur. “But before then, it is time we addressed some lingering problems .”

The silence was terrible.

Hastur laughed again. A terrible sound, a room-shaking sound, rattling the newly-repaired sconces. “You see where I’m going, don’t you… G’qmarth? Man’wlth? Ala’kughla?”

No one breathed.

Oh, shit, said John.

“I know who has worked against me over the past decades. I have allowed it—out of amusement, or disinterest. Those small plottings came to nothing, after all. I am merely amazed that those who so dabble in danger thought I did not see. ”

Oh. Oh, so this would be some kind of retribution. While Arthur sat there, in full view, apparently the reason for the “violence done today.”

Oh, shit , John said again.

Arthur agreed. He exhaled shakily.

“You see, friends, the loyalty of this flawed human has provided clarity .” The word sounded like judgment, and was followed by another touch—one of Hastur’s tentacles, sliding from his head to his mid-back while everyone watched. “Here and now, for this moment only , I grant a chance. A single opportunity to come forward and rededicate yourselves to me. To forgo your foolish plans and plots, to cut off your spy networks—yes, L’Atan, I know all about it—and I will forgive you. I will let you live. Yes, you will lose some power, and you will pay for your disloyalty, but you will survive . If you refuse…”

John’s breath matched Arthur’s, fast and shallow.

Hastur’s voice dropped an octave. “Refuse, and I will act with prejudice. I have seen loyalty , pure and beautiful, crafted in the inelegant hands of this simple, sweet human. I am reminded of its taste. Its flavor. Its perfection. It is time, I think, to reward its presence… and remove its false reflection.”

Silence. Nobody even seemed to be breathing. 

“Very well. We will do this the hard way,” said Hastur. The doors slammed shut with a reverberation Arthur felt in his seat, and he jumped. “Pqi’l. Oh, Pqi’l… I know that you have spread rumors of my madness for nearly twenty years.”

A low murmur. Stammering. “Lord of the Golden Dawn, I had every reason to believe something had happened to you! You let Carcosa be sacked, you took off looking for no one knew what, you—”

Hastur left Arthur’s side.

And then came a series of sounds Arthur could hardly believe. Tearing, sizzling, splattering , and screams. Fuck! John cried as Arthur pressed back against his chair, gasping.

There had been no pageantry. No showing off, no duel for drama’s sake. That guy is fucking dead! John said, and Arthur could hear ichor burning the onlookers, who cried out.

Hastur was back on his throne, and placed one hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Steady, Arthur.”

“What?” Arthur said, voice high. “What’s happening?”

“L’prth,” said Hastur, giving no one the chance to regain balance. “Did you think I was unaware that Carcosa did not receive full payment from Yggdrasil for our soil?”

A horrible two-tone hiss. “It wasn’t… I was owed! There was so much! You didn’t even need it! You’ve never cared before when I—”

Hastur left Arthur’s side.

Another series of sounds, terrible, meat-ripping sounds, gurgling cires cut off. Voices rose over each other, denying, questioning.

Arthur tried to duck under the table.

Returned, Hastur didn’t let him. “Steady.”

“What are you doing?” Arthur whispered.

“Removing weak points. Those who can be bought. Those who have tried to work against the safety of my own.” And his voice rose again. “J’frr. I know you are the reason Sarkomand knew the location of my daughter’s room.”

Oh.

Oh, Arthur remembered that. That was a big one. And yes, the fallout had been horrible, and Faroe had had to pronounce judgment , but right now, that moment didn’t matter as much as the betrayal of that simple detail.

Arthur bared his teeth. “What?” he hissed. “You told her fucking enemies where she sleeps?”

Uh-oh , said John.

Everyone was shocked he’d spoken.

Hastur’s tentacle lightly touched his spine, maybe approving. “Indeed he did. What do you think we should do about this, Arthur?”

Arthur breathed through his clenched teeth. He didn’t know where the guy was, couldn’t face him directly, and did not care. “Kill his motherfucking ass.”

Mouths of all shapes and sizes opened, breath stinking up the room.

J’frr spit. “You elevated a human . You are the traitor, King. Do what you feel you must.”

“Fuck you!” Arthur snapped.

“My Composer has a point,” said Hastur, and left Arthur’s side.

Terrible sounds followed. This J’frr tried to fight, but it wasn’t even a contest. The sounds… howling, as if it a dozen voices…

Holy fuck! said John into the rising din. Holy shit-fuck!

Arthur gripped the table, teeth bared. “I hope it hurts!” he shouted.

Pretty sure it did! Fuck! Fuck!

Everyone was terrified now, muttering, panting, panicking. A few tried the doors; a few tried the windows. No good. They were sealed inside.

He’s lighting a prismatic fire to take care of the ichor, John gasped, and Arthur felt it lick over the table, kissing his skin here and there were drops burned and sizzled, leaving him clean without pain.

Hastur was back, one tentacle around his shoulders again. “M’grrgl,” he said almost kindly. “What do you have to say regarding the servants you dared bribe to listen in my walls?”

M’grrgl gulped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I was a fool. Mercy, my lord! Mercy! Mercy!”

Hastur let the silence stretch just long enough to be awful… and he did not leave Arthur’s side. “You shall have it—and you’ll give me every name, every scrap of knowledge you’ve collected, and every buyer. Then you will spend some time in Urg, doing my will.”

Shocked whispers. M’grrgl hadn’t die. 

“Th… thank you,” M’grrgl managed, voice high with shock. “I will! I will! Thank you! Mighty one! Lord of Carcosa! Iä!”

The murmuring rose again, shocked, accusatory; some called for harsher judgment. Some pleaded to be let out.

Hastur’s voice overcame all the chaos. “Come forward now, or be judged!”

#

The next twenty minutes were absolutely wild.

Anyone who’d been disloyal was called out. Those who made excuses died. Those who didn’t lived. Three times, challengers attempted a coup. Hastur did not bother with drama or trumpets or declarations or choirs. There were no challenges, no brilliant battles in the middle of the floor. There was nothing for bards to sing about. The defiant just died.

The tone in the room had changed. Hastur hadn’t gone kill-crazy; he was only pursuing the guilty. Everyone else got a free show, and they were loving it. 

They laughed, cheered. Booed exposed treachery. It was a good rout, a solid demonstration of the power they served. Hastur even kept cleaning up, burning ichor and godly flesh to ash. 

Arthur felt insane. No one here would forget that all this happened on his behalf. How the hell was this supposed to help anything?

How much longer? John moaned.

“How many people are left?” Arthur whispered. “It feels like he’s murdered half of Carcosa!”

Not even close. Most of the court is too smart or too cowardly to try any of this horseshit. There aren’t a lot of traitors, but he’s cleaning house anyway, and there wasn’t that much to clean. I don’t get why we have to be here for this.

Arthur shook. He felt like he’d been running for his life, wrung out, exhausted, though all he’d had to do was sit here and be seen . 

By now, everyone was chattering, and Hastur had to raise his voice to be heard. “Yes, yes. My people, you are safe; I will always protect us. Now, there is one more item of business, my patient ones, and then I shall hear all your questions and concerns. It is time to reveal how I have rewarded this one who was loyal even in the face of my disdain.”

And attention swung to Arthur with the weight of a thousand suns. Everybody wanted to see this.

Here we go. John took his hand.

Arthur swallowed.

“He took damage for me,” said Hastur, tentacles all gently wrapping all around him like some strange, demonic nimbus. “Arthur was wounded in his quest to help me, and yet he persisted—bones broken, bleeding out, he spent his last breaths in worship.”

What, said John flatly. 

The mutters grew fascinated . 

Hastur spoke again. “I reward the faithful.” Agreement. “I counter loss felt in my name.” Assent. “Therefore, I have honored him with the greatest gift I can bestow. Behold ,” Hastur said like a holy word, a reverent word, and he removed the spell he’d kept on John for the past six years.

Silence.

“His eyes!” someone shouted.

“Is that… is that offspring ?” someone cried, and they all started yelling at once

Fuck me, said John.

Someone nearby laughed with surprise as though they’d heard.

Because they had.

#

It took Hastur a while to calm things down after that, if calm down was the word.

He treated this all with such apparent good will that the court followed his lead straight into celebration, even as they stood on the very ground where their peers had died. “Come, come, now!” Hastur rumbled, tentacles undulating, casting little sparkles here and there, drawing attention, keeping things light (after all the murder, anyway). “What better honor could there be? He is host; his mortal flesh bears the immortal, cradles that which is greater than he could ever be.”

Ugh, said John, and some of them laughed.

“I have seen that it is done, and I am pleased,” said Hastur as though showing off a prized pony he’d bred himself. “Come! I will hear you now. Come to me, my people, and speak your sweet anxieties.”

They had a lot of anxieties. 

There was all the usual stuff, of course, things that required Hastur’s judgment or derision, questions about shipping rates, all the boring queries. But most of the talk was about Arthur.

Comments on how they knew it , that they’d seen Arthur had trouble with the dais today. That he hadn’t looked directly at the guy who’d revealed Faroe’s location, that they knew something was different the moment Arthur walked in after Hastur.

You people are idiots, John said. The minor gods laughed.

“Now, John,” Hastur chided fondly. “You can do better than that.”

You’re right. They’re fucking idiots.

Warm laughter met this statement. Any consideration (however brief) that John might have been tied to the spirit occasionally seen within Arthur vanished. This being was clearly very new. Freshly spawned. John had absolutely no self-control, and his commentary was constant and entertainingly rude.

Fuck you! John said to someone who came too close, to more laughter. 

“What a cutie!” someone said to the left.

“He’s got his father’s looks, too,” said another.

“Damn. Gorgeous family,” said a third.

Arthur put his face in his hands. “This is not happening.”

John just groaned.

The comments kept coming—how sad it was that Arthur couldn’t see them, that now he wasn’t looking quite directly at speakers, that now he startled when something came too near. Oh, the tragedy! Oh the sacrifice! For the Court Composer to have gone blind…

Nobody is that dumb, John said.

More chortling in response. He was, after all, just a baby god.

Any thought that John could be replacing Faroe was quickly dashed. “My daughter’s delayed birthday will be quiet this year, as per her request,” said Hastur. “However, given the stresses of the Games, I would advise you consider your gifts with great care. She is becoming a great strategist and warrior, and continues her pursuit of music and the arts. Think young adult , no longer child , and we will be grateful.”

So that was a thing. There’d be scrambling for presents tonight.

John scoffed. She’s a baby.

“Awww,” said a few gods off to the side. 

“He’s calling the little girl a baby,” said one.

“His older sister, ” someone pointed out, and oh, how they laughed.

“John, you’re making it worse,” Arthur murmured, which was somehow even funnier. 

“My lord,” said some sycophant. “It is good to see the Arthur rewarded. We have long enjoyed his skill.”

“Yes, he is remarkable, isn’t he?” Hastur said as though he’d dug Arthur out of the ground.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, said John.

“If there is… any way we can help with his eyesight…”

“You shall not need to. He understands the trade: I could restore his eyes, but he would lose this honor. Arthur has made his choice. He keeps John, though it means he cannot see.”

There were no words for how stubborn a look that human got, almost but not quite glancing in the direction of the one who offered. “Fuck yeah, I keep John.”

More chuckling. “They’re bonding! It’s adorable,” said someone.

Arthur rubbed his face. His cheeks burned.

That was subtle, John said.

“Oh, shut up,” Arthur said.

Hastur held court, and as promised, did not let Arthur and John leave until the first quarter had passed.

#

Through the portal, he put them down in their music room, and the relief of being out of the public eye was like shade on a blisteringly hot day.

“That was horrible ,” said Arthur.

The fuck is wrong with you? John hissed. 

“I know,” said Hastur softly. “It had to be this way. I weighed the different avenues, and this was the best option.”

“ What avenues?”

Hastur counted off on his tentacles. “One, we could have tried for a slow, near imperceptible change in my attitude toward you, but I dared not risk that going over their heads.”

“You put thought into this?” said Arthur.

“Two, I could have had us act out your mighty deeds,” said Hastur. “But that carried the danger of it not going perfectly, or someone realizing it was fraud—and I would not risk you with true threat.”

Oh, you wouldn’t? John challenged.

“This third option has the most pros and fewest cons,” said Hastur. “It’s not my first time rewriting recent history. We spring the new information and proceed as if this is what has always been. In a few years, no one will remember how it was before. Write your music, Arthur. The galas resume, we are behind on jubilees, and we are late for the Rite. This year, especially, we must honor the Mother, after all she’s done for us.”

That was true. Arthur could never repay the gift of time with Faroe, which was… only yesterday? Gods. “After what you just did, there’s no way we’ll be left alone.”

“I have warded this room. It cannot be breached today while I live. You are safe.”

John stared. Arthur’s mouth hung open. “You really did think this through.”

Hastur touched his cheek. “Enjoy this time alone. You deserve it.” And he re-opened the portal—loud, cheering, gratingly public —and left, closing it behind them.

The silence was shocking. “We what?” said Arthur. “We deserve it? What?”

He’s lost it. He’s gone bonkers.

Arthur sat heavily on the piano bench. “He’s not all right.”

No, really? said John.

Arthur sighed. “I mean it.”

I don’t care. After what he did yesterday… I don’t buy this change of heart. He’s up to something.

Arthur was sure he knew what. “An impossible something. He can’t fix it.”

John fell silent.

“This isn’t good,” Arthur murmured as if to himself. “He’s alone. He doesn’t have a Parker to come alongside him and keep him from diving right off the cliff. This is bad.”

A Parker? John said softly.

“I know I’ve told you some things. John, he… he’s the reason I was even alive when we met.”

And then I fucking killed him. It was a whisper.

Arthur turned and slid his fingers over the keyboard, but didn’t play. “We’re already past that. It’s done.”

It’s not done. We’ve never talked about it. And now he’s fucking here.

“So it’s fine. He’s alive, and we can just move on from what came before.”

You’re as bad as Hastur.

Arthur sighed. He slid his fingers over the keys again, breathing deeply.

John suddenly groaned. They saw me , he said in tones usually accompanied by throwing one’s self face-first onto a bed.

“They did.” Arthur smiled weakly. “Apparently, you’re cute.”

Shut up!

Arthur managed a laugh. “And handsome as your father. ”

I swear to gods I will punch you.

Arthur laughed again, then leaned forward. “Maybe we need a minute before we write. Just… just a minute,” he said, closing the piano’s lid, and lay on it, face on his arm. 

Yeah. Take your time, said John. Rest.

Arthur was already out. John kept them balanced there so they would not fall, and did not wake him up.

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In the throne room, Hastur held court. He entertained with tales of his travel in the Dreamlands; he described Celephaïs in all its glory.  He waxed eloquent—if vague—about Arthur's purported faithfulness.

No one brought up the Oracle yet, but they would. It was a matter of time. He certainly did not mention his son now.

He knew how he would play it, when they did. He was prepared. He engaged the whole room in ways he hadn’t since he was young and still establishing who he was: He Who Slept Beneath, the Lord of Interstellar Spaces… the Peacock King. And he seemed fine, triumphant, confident, and his spells kept his tears from being seen, from glittering on his robe, from splashing to the marble floor.

In the corner, in the shadow against the farthest wall, a single small human listened, staying out of the way, trying to understand what the hell was going on. He didn’t yet. Not even close. But he would , damn it all, or his name wasn’t Wallace Larson.

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Notes:

Yes, I DID name the guy who gave away Faroe's location Jafar. What're you gonna do about it, hm?

#malevolent #malevolent pod #malevolent podcast #surrogate series #hastur malevolent #kiy malevolent #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #john malevolent

[kaddyssammlung]

BPD / C-PTSD / bad relationship dynamics in Sleep Token lyrics - Part 4 (last part)

TW: mental health stuff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Granite

“Sulfur on your breath Granite in my chest”

I said something about sharing unhealthy coping mechanisms with your partner. It's not good. Alcohol on my breath and the smell of weed on his.

“You won't ever have to talk about it you'll never wanna talk about it”

It makes me think about trust and how much I'm able to really trust someone. What clues does someone give you that makes you trust them?

Last summer when that women started writing me messages because she wanted to get to know me, I thought about how much I should tell her. She wanted to know why I've single for such a long time. So I started my saying that I've struggled with addiction for a long time and that it was really hard to stop this. She said that she liked that I was honest. Well.....we talked more and then at some point I said that I have BPD and that I'm currently going through a rough time and that I feel unable to be in relationship. Right human being but the wrong time? Maybe?! She also opened up about her struggles with panic attacks.

Was it too much? Did I tell her too much?

I feel like when someone has a romantic interest in someone they deserve to know. Right?!

I used to not bring that stuff up and just go on dates and be nice and then end up sleeping with someone. That did not go well either.

Idk....I have no real point...

“Fury too damn late”

Now I'm angry about the relationship that I had with my boyfriend. About the manipulation and the things that he made me do but never wanted. And also the way that I acted. His behaviours were not okay but neither were mine.

“You say you want me, but you know I'm not what you need”

When I think back about the time where I had that boyfriend, he was for sure, not what I needed. I needed help. But I was not ready for it.

“We'd rather be six feet under then be lonely”

That's the reason why I kept ending up with horrible human beings. Because I used to feel exactly like that.

Vessel, I feel you. You deserve better then that and so do I.

I could just say so much about this one line. This is the essence of BPD to me.

But I already said so much...

“before you started getting all aggressive and controlling”

I know. Okay...stop calling me out like that!

Aqua Regia

“Putting down the roses picking up the sword”

It took me so damn long to find a will to live and also to find a willingness to change. You don't get better unless you really, really, really want to and even then it's hard. It was very hard for me.

Vore

“You have become the voice in my head”

All of them are the voice in my head.

My mother screaming at me and throwing things at me.....the gentle brainwashing that was done by the one who sa-ed me.....the eating disorder that still wants me to come back, the warm feeling that alcohol gave me, the stinging pain from SH.....Let's stop this...I'm drifting off....

“My life is torn my bones they bleed”

Through a fractured existence...

Abuse leaves you feeling like this. But so does dissociation......

Ascensionism

“Who made you like this? Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?”

Idk...they say BPD has something to do with early abandonment so maybe that's the reason?

“Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy”

That happened with my ex-girlfriend. I was already feeling a bit better and getter better and I could totally see what our relationship would be like.

It did not go well. I was wrong. I learned from it.

Are You Really Okay?

“I cannot fix our wounds this time”

Can you ever?!

Should you be with someone and be there to fix their wounds? I don't expect this anymore. I used to think like that but it did not work out well. I had to “fix” myself first.

The Apparition

“But I know you will disappear”

You make me wish I could disappear...

Vessel...they all do at some point but I guess that's life?!

Why even put yourself out there? Why put myself out there and get hurt again?

Do You Wish That You Loved Me?

“maybe not that you conceal your feelings they just don't exist”

You don't really love...you just hate to be alone!

“chronic feelings of emptiness” ….taken from the DSM 5....

Rain

“I finally think I can say that the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me”

A knowing, a longing, a lost connection to something deeper. Something outside of me....

I recognized that when I started listening to spiritual teachers and slowly let something back into my life.

“A dangerous disposition”

We tend to end up in prison. I can see why that is...that rage...dear God.

My dear humans...I'm going to stop here for now.

Idk when I will pick this back up.

I do see so much more in those lyrics.

“The divine” as he calls it or spirituality as I like to call it, the similarities between Carl Jung's encounters with entities and what it did to him....a lot like Vessel.....depression is also a big topic....

But right now: I'm done.

That was exhausting. BPD got me...I did not see that coming.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token lyrics #bpd problems #bpd recovery #actually borderline #actually cptsd

[itsamendesmadness]

“Second Thoughts”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader

Summary: You’ve been secretly in love with Shawn since forever. You get a letter from him and you’re scared to see what it's about. When you peek inside the envelope, you realize it's a wedding invitation. Deep down you wanted to go and break this wedding.

warning: light cursing, fluff, angst & probably grammatical errors.

a/n: I had this idea from a current situation in my life and thought it was a good imagine ‘cause you know “DRAMAAA”. As always , let your imagination fly. 🪶

wc: 1089

It was a cold autumn morning. The perfect ambiance for curling up with a good book and drinking cinnamon hot chocolate. I have been sitting all day at my favorite place at my mom’s house since I was a kid…the window seat. I could see the cars come and go. There was something satisfying about hearing the cars hit the puddles.

Any time soon my mom has to be heading home from work. I kept reading my book waiting for her arrival. A Black Honda Civic pulls in the driveway, it’s my mom. I fix my clothes and pass my fingers lightly through my hair to make it look like I haven’t been sitting here all day. She struts down the driveway in direction to the mailbox, grabs the mail and walks towards the house.

“Hey, honey” she says while placing her keys in the key holders. The front door shuts behind her. “Have you been sitting there all day?” she says judgingly. “No mom, I just sat down” I say, hiding my face with the hardcover book. She could always tell when I was lying. I guess it is that motherly instinct in her head, just like spidey senses.

“There's some mail for you.” she says, placing the stack of mail on the dining table in front of me. “If it’s another bank statement just throw it away. I don't know why they send so many letters when we can see all our account activity through the app.” I say annoyed.

“It’s not all from the bank. You have a letter from Shawn.” she says, looking at me waiting for a reaction. She knows how I feel about him, all these years and I still have a huge crush on him.

“Sha- Shawn? He sent me a letter?” I say, stuttering nervously. I kept thinking to myself if I should open it or just break it apart. What if it’s something bad.

The envelope stared at me, making me feel stupid. This whole situation is stupid, he is not even thinking about me the same way I am of him. I need to stop pacing around the house and just open that fucking envelope. I couldn’t get more disappointed than I already am.

I grab the envelope from the table and start ripping the side of it carefully. Inside this envelope there was another one, an emerald green envelope. I started to think this was just one of his goofy pranks.

I pulled out the emerald green envelope and started to unstick the gold wax seal. The perfect calligraphy lettering is peaking through the top. It reads “Natalie Colton + Shawn Mendes”. I yanked it out of the envelope in disbelief. “This can’t be real!” I screamed out.

My mom looks at me with her eyes wide open “what is it?!”. “He- he is inviting me to a wedding… his wedding.” I say, throwing the invitation at the table. I rest my elbows on the table with my hands on my forehead. The warm tears fall down my hands and into my knitted sleeves. My mom sits in the empty chair next to me to try to comfort me. “Honey, I know it’s not what you wanted, but maybe you should go to the wedding. It will help you move on.” she says. “Okay” I say, trying not to start an argument.

The day of the weeding

I dreaded this day all week. How can I sit in that ceremony and see the love of my life marry someone else. Honestly, this is what’s sad about it. He is the love of my life, but I’m not his. A million scenarios played in my head and only one could play out.

I sat in my bed not even wanting to get ready for this dreadful ceremony. I didn’t even think about bringing a date. I moped out of bed, sat on my vanity and started getting ready.

At the Venue

The wedding was being held at a farmhouse. It may sound odd for a wedding, but it's very common in our hometown. Especially in the autumn season. The guests were being directed to the back of the farmhouse where the ceremony was gonna be taking place. I walked down the trail filled with fallen leaves and followed the wooden signs. I could see a big tree with fairy lights dropping down from the branches at the end of the trail. The white wooden chairs were placed in a uniformed line with the name cards placed on them. I started looking for my name on the groom's side.

I discreetly started to look around to see if I could spot Shawn and talk to him before the ceremony. Hoping a confession doesn't slip out of my lips. The realization of Shawn getting married was hitting me hard. I was sweating and shaking so I decided to walk around for a bit before the ceremony started. “Excuse me” I say, trying to pass through and not step on anyone's toes.

I walked and walked till I found an area not filled with guests. The gazebo had beautiful flowers wrapped around the fences. It had white sheer curtains and lots of lights drooping down. I sat on the steps and practiced some breathing exercises my mom taught me. She said it helps her two year old students when they have big feelings. As of now I felt like I had some big feelings to process too. It was probably a bad decision to come down here. How can I move on after years of being in love with this guy? It’s more my fault because I never expressed it thinking it would ruin our friendship. Life was easier with having half of him imagine now having none of him.

This ceremony is taking longer than expected. They haven't even announced that it's starting soon. A tall guy in a tailored black suit walks towards the gazebo. “Have you seen the groom around?” he asks me nervously. “No, why? Is something wrong?” you say intrigued. “No, nothing to worry about. The ceremony will commence soon.” he says, rubbing his fingers together anxiously and walks off quickly.

Could this mean that Shawn is having second thoughts? This could be my only chance to confess my feelings. I should go find him before it's too late.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes x you

[drowsyr]

friend anon here! :D

the "aro stobin cinematic universe" is by envyenvy and it's not a restricted work either! https://archiveofourown.org/series/3599374

i love automatically assuming steve and robin are wearing matching friendship bracelets they are sososo sweet <3 my babygirls i love putting them in Situations

(one of) steve and robin's job is to be employed in a salon and i think they would slay so hard at that. they would be so fun and gossipy!

also one thing about gossip: steve should know more! he's king steve so i don't get why everyone says he fell off his wagon or whatever in season 3. he was still like the most popular kid, right?? i wasn't even popular in my school but i was fed with gossip for two years after i graduated! there's kids i know in that school who are graduating next year!!

personally i think steve should be allowed to be a mean girl & gossip with robin during their triweekly stobin girl's night slumber party.

also steve and robin sharing the smaller room because it's cozier that's so cute 😭😭 i love that so much!!

robin's hippie parents and their jello desserts i love them so much. i love that steve would definitely say "oh 😃 jello 😃thank you mr and mrs buckley😄" and then give it all to robin the moment they leave the room

ok we’re so back… finished finals and moved upstate…

i love the idea of robins parents being lamecool hippies… like yes they have a weed guy but also mr buckley looks like a rick moranis character.

also: thank you for the rec!! but also i caved and applied for an ao3 account…recently been seeing a lot of recs for restricted works and feeling left out 😔

i feel like robin growing up was accidentally led to believe that janis joplin was her aunt bc there was a picture of her on the buckleys mantle but it’s just there bc they love her music and got to see her live before she died… i think it would be very funny if she kept a picture of janis and a picture of steve in a locket and steve had one that was just pictures of mr and mrs buckley.

i made a joke about them being swingers but they are To Me. bc it’s funny. robin trying to come out to them and all of the sudden tom and amy from maple street are walking down the stairs (otherwise from the bit tho i think robins house is one story. maybe a basement.)

i feel like before s4 steve was like Convinced that there was some kind of swingers community in hawkins based just on which book club moms and saturday barbecuing dads were renting which movies but robin could not be convinced at all. there are swingers in hawkins it’s just that steve hadn’t guessed any of them. to be fair though neither had robin

#stobin #ask #robin buckley #steve harrington

[nottherealajhq]

oh fuck me nevermind false alarm eric even though you seem not to be alarmed considering you've completely stopped moving and responding to everything i say it's just jordon here in some stupidass new wizard getup to be a stupid fucking narc again to no one's surprise like god i mean bigfoot fucking damnit man we all know what you're going to say and first of all we all know bigfoot wanted weed to be legalized and bigfoot's word should be trusted on everything first and fucking foremost so don't even start me on that but you know what jordon i'm sick of your shit in general you think you have so much backing you up just because you're a manager but a manager of fucking what finances finances don't even mean fucking shit from fuck man it's not like you were helping us go from in the red into a green every single financial disaster is your fucking fault i've made more money than you in my lifetime not only did i have to go on paid leave for 3 years because my grandmother Margaret was in the hospital guess what she was doing some mr beast shit to me yeah that's right had to be the last one to stay there next to her on the deathbed and guess what i was the last fucking one the last fucking one and i only got to leave because jimmy buffet dying had her soul prominently eliminated because they had that shit bound in blood and now i'm fucking loaded i've made more shit than you ever had for this company i'm betting on it now you're like a living trainwreck waiting to happen yet it's already happened it's already got it's train tubes flying all over the fucking place and what do you we do we just have to sit here and watch until your face finally explodes like a gusher because guess what dumbass when you finally hit the bricks and by the bricks i mean die because brother if i have any saying in it you will die so hard and nasty every one is going to forget who you are i bet they already did bitch anyways that's not to mention you're a spineless coward no backbone to stand on and you know what do you even gain from it you never even join us other managers here at the quarters in doing anything fun oh boohoo i don't want to get high like oh my bigfoot live a little you pathetic plastic bag on the side of the road you know who is out here living it a little me and also probably my friend eric who is fuuuckeeddd out of his mind but i bet you'd never even bother to be fucked out of your mind asshole i bet you didn't get banned from your home state because you kept splurging on bloody mary's at every single T.G.I. Fridays in the general orlando area only to wake up and find myself i mean yourself without any clothes in the costuming department of disneyworld and even though that shit almost got me arrested guess what asshole i was living it i was living it every second and you have not done this once get the fuck outta my office or i'm gonna call hr on you and by hr i mean me because i'm hr and brother i Will human resources all over your ass FUCK YOU.

#ajhq postinng #trademark

[beoneofus]

𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

part two of what the fuck is happening?

fandom: the lost boys

poly! lost boys x gender neutral! reader ( and oc's/friends )

length: short

warnings: swearing, attempted comedy, offensive jokes, rating band members, some nsfw talk, marko claiming he's straight

a/n: if you don't like or know guns n roses, rip and I apologize. the jokes may be a bit offensive, haven't decided yet, but if they are the warning is up there. if you have a problem with anything stated, honestly just don't read this, I'm not sugarcoating anything for anyone. besides that, hope you enjoy? / ps. not proof read, sorry for any errors /

tags: @nataliewalker93 @henhouse-horrors

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a buzzing noise that went on and off, constantly sounded out throughout the quiet bedroom of a single, restless individual. they had slept peacefully in the night, but ever since eight o'clock, their phone has been going off nonstop. with a pillow folded behind their head, pressed over each of their ears, they heatedly glared up at the ceiling that was spotted with glow in the dark stars.

“ I swear to fuck, if that phone doesn't stop.. ” y/n mumbled to themselves, teeth gritted and jaw set. they were ready to chuck the phone at the wall, that's how irritated they were.

after five more minutes of listening to the obnoxious noise, they sprang upwards and leaped for the device; throwing the pillow across the way aggressively, in the process. snagging the phone from the bedside nightstand, y/n clicked it on and heatedly stared at the screen. once the passcode was speedily typed in, the home screen was displayed, and then the messenger app was clicked on.

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(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: why are you assfucks blowing up my phone? I'm ready to strangle you whores - sent at 9:36 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: because we can, bitch - sent at 9:36 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: sorry honey, the only one I'd let strangle me is dave grohl's sexy ass - sent at 9:37 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: honestly not surprised - sent at 9:38 am

marlboro reds headass: who the hell is dave grohl - sent at 9:39 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: LMAO is that the weird mf from last night? - sent at 9:40 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: yeah 💀 popped dude's nickname cherry. also, turns out it's not just one guy behind the anon account - sent at 9:41 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: it's four guys, I pointed out that HE kept talking differently every time he typed & that's when they spilled - sent at 9:42 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: well shit.. I should have read up, I didn't know that - sent at 9:43 am

marlboro reds headass: kind've offensive that you thought I talked the same as these other three. - sent at 9:44 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: call me a soldier cause I sure am taken off guard - sent at 9:45 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: i- jail immediately - sent at 9:45 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: asking the lord for forgiveness cause I have tears running down my fucking face - sent at 9:47 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake:

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: NO fucking words. you need locked up - sent at 9:48 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: jess told me that she's actually dying but I didn't hear it from her. interesting. - sent at 9:50 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: sewing you for violation of private information and my rights as a citizen - sent at 9:51 am

marlboro reds headass: this is fucking great - sent at 9:52 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: how the fuck are you awake right now? - sent at 9:53 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: I'm guessing I missed something else as well? - sent at 9:54 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: one direction claimed to be vampires which is why ricky asked that - sent at 9:55 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: ||||| ||||| | a chart of how many times I've pissed myself this week due to jess joking - sent at 9:57 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: all I did was go take a leak and I come back to y/n talking about pissing themselves - sent at 9:58 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: sorry sorry, it's the r kelly in me - sent at 9:59 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake:

(bryce jetts) gay thor: I'm gonna need you to set the phone down, babe.. - sent at 10:02 am

marlboro reds headass: LMAOO did I do that right - sent at 10:04 am

(ricky brooks) weed cadet: you did it perfectly - sent at 10:05 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: so vampires, eh? do you guys, ya know... slurp slurp? - sent at 10:06 am

marlboro reds headass: why would you say it like that..? - sent at 10:07 am

(jessie wallace) daphne blake: it's better than sucky sucky lmfao - sent at 10:08 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: since there's four of you bitches behind one account, what the hell are your names? - sent at 10:10 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: I want to know too - sent at 10:11 am

marlboro reds headass: they aren't comfortable sharing but I don't give a shit. name's marko - sent at 10:13 am

marlboro reds headass: that's a lie I don't care about sharing I'm paul ;) - sent at 10:15 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: paul, commas exist dickweed - sent at 10:16 am

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“ the hell is a comma? ” paul scrunched up his nose as he stared down at the new message that popped up in the group chat, he learned it was called. he honestly didn't get the lingo of wherever they were, but he found the y/n person entertaining, so he wasn't complaining.

“ the thing with a dot that swoops down, I think. ” marko furrowed his brows as he clicked onto the part of the keyboard where the fancy symbols popped up. he clicked on the sign he was referring to, to show the blonde. “ that - the thing I used. ”

david, who was watching people that walked by and stared at their group with judgmental advances, glared at the passbyer's while taking a drag off of his cigarette. he'd be down to two sticks after the one in his mouth, finished, and he really wasn't looking forward to it. he had cash in his pockets, but by the looks of it, everything around the place they were in, ran weird. who knew if he had enough dough to buy himself some?

“ you two seriously don't know what a comma is? ” dwayne laughed to himself, while chucking pebbles at bird that had been cawing at him for the last hour. they had moved their placement to a bridge that overlooked the downtown part of the area, which was around eight miles away from where they were originally at. surprisingly enough, the sun wasn't effecting them at all. it gave their skin a tingly feel, but it didn't hurt them nor burn them to death. not to mention, they didn't feel too tired, just the slightest bit of weak. that could be from not eating, however.

“ no, ” paul bit down onto the word in a goofy tone, before throwing a glare at the brunette over his shoulder. “ not everyone went out to use a computer or typewriter in their free time, dwayne. ”

marko chuckled at the exchange between the two while taking the phone, he learned what it was, from paul's hand. he or the others have never seen such a phone before, but maybe that's just because they never really paid attention or cared. how wrong they actually were, though.

“ I'm aware. explains why you're such an airhead. ” the tanned man looked back over to the blonde, giving him a teasing smirk, only to duck when paul threw a stray brick at his head.

“ y'wanna go, vampy? cause we can go. ” now smirking, paul hopped to his feet, only to began dancing around dwayne in a predatory manner. “ betcha' don't got the balls to fight me, dipstick. ”

but he soon ate the words, because dwayne crouched, before pouncing forward and tackling paul to the ground. david shook his head at the two, a lop sided smirk on his lips. marko paid them no mind, and instead texted the groupchat; mainly talking to the person that seemed to peak his interest the most.

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you weren't too fond of finding interest in someone, so easily and so fast. it's happened before in the past, and its only led to heart break and making yourself look like a fool for not getting to know someone. although things work out sometimes in those situations, they were still rare; that's why you rather get to know someone, build a friendship and then possibly move onto romance. as of lately, a relationship or even a love interest wasn't in your schedule, but for some reason this anonymous guy - or guys - in your messenger chat held your interest. mainly the one known as marko, so far.

“ this shit is weird, bry. ” you groaned, flopping back onto your mattress, causing your covers and wrangled sheets to bounce up for a split second. throwing your forearm over your eyes, stopping the annoying ceiling light from blinding you, you heaved a heavy breath of air. “ I don't know this man, or men, nor anything about any of them. I only know two of their names. not to mention, they could be in their sixties for all I know. ”

“ so you'd settle for the fifties, then? ” a rather medium pitched voice, with a feminine undertone spoke through the other end of the line; clearly distracted, but also trying ho's best to listen as his friend rambled away at what was going on in their head.

“ shut up. ” they rolled their eyes, letting a small laugh leave them as bryce cackled on the other end. “ but I'm serious.. ” licking their lips, they slid their arm away from their eyes; vision now focusing on the outside world, through their window, as they turned their head to the side. “ what am I doing? I don't even think I want a relationship at this point in time... and, like I said, I don't know them. any of them. what if they end up getting my ip address, tracking me down and draining me of every drop of blood I have in my body? ”

they heard shuffling from their friend's end, before slight static, signaling bryce moved the phone to his other ear. “ because those dumbasses claim to be vampires? ” the chestnut brown haired male scoffed. “ get real. I know you believe in that shit, but I highly doubt we just magically came across some blood suckers that turned up out of no where, and appeared into our groupchat. ”

“ but that's honestly it, ” sitting up, you raised your brows in realization. “ how did they get into the chat? you can't just join groupchat's on messenger, bry - you have to be added to them. none of us know who they are, so how the fuck did they get in it? ”

a silence filled the line for a moment, before the other spoke up. “ well.. you have a point. but I mean, it can just be a glitch or hack or something. ” and bryce did speak the truth on that, but it isn't everyday a hacker would just hack into a groupchat. they'd have more important shit to hack into, like a banking system.

“ doubt it. ” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. “ I'm gonna' let you go, though, cause my phone is buzzing like crazy again. I bet those idiots are back, and jessie's interrogating them some more. ”

“ probably, ” bryce snickered. “ but okay. I'll see ya' later. ”

grinning to yourself, you pulled the phone away from your ear and ended the call. once you exited off of the contact list, you went right back onto the messenger app.

and, of course, you were right. an interrogation is being held.

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THE CUNT SCOUTS

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(jessie wallace) candace flynn: so marko, since your little buddies are busy, why don't you tell us more about your undeadliness? - sent at 10:40 am

marlboro reds headass: what makes you think I'll tell you? - sent at 10:41 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: the fact that I'm asking nicely for once - sent at 10:42 am

marlboro reds headass: I don't really give a rats ass how you treat me, I can always find you and drain you dry later on - sent at 10:44 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: screenshotted, if I turn up dead in a parking lot you all know why - sent at 10:45 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: suddenly I'm in birdbox. I don't see shit - sent at 10:46 am

(ricky brooks) weed magnet: don't worry jess, I got your back - sent at 10:48 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: at least someone cares about me </3 - sent at 10:49 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: on a scale from 1 to 1k how hard would y'all smash the guns n roses band members? - sent at 10:51 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: current or original members? - sent at 10:52 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: obviously I'm talking about the original members genius - sent at 10:53 am

(ricky brooks) weed magnet: considering I'm straight I'll need 100k up front - sent at 10:54 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: a guy entirely hetro would demand more like 1m or more. you've gotta be at least a little fruity. - sent at 10:55 am

(ricky brooks) weed magnet: I don't like dick or men, I just think axl and duff are beautiful people. - sent at 10:56 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: makes sense. bryce? - sent at 10:56 am

(bryce jetts) gay thor: I'd have to rank them... I'd say 1k for axl and slash because they're definitely my type, and super hot. probably 700 for steven, he's not my type necessarily but he's cute and looks sweet enough. duff is probably a 500, he's attractive and I'd make out with him, but I'm not too thrilled. and Izzy is a solid 200, I don't really find him to be all that but I'd give him a kiss. - sent at 10:59 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: well fuck.. talk about brutal. jessie? - sent at 11:00 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: duff 1k, axl and steven 800, izzy and slash 500 - sent at 11:02 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: fair enough. what about you, mysterious assholes? - sent at 11:03 am

marlboro reds headass: I'm not into guys n don't really go for looks, if any of us were to answer this it'd be paul but he's on cloud 9 right now - sent at 11:05 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: mm.. k. well for me, it's 1k for all of them. I'd ride each one like a damn pony. - sent at 11:06 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: just like I did your brother - sent at 11:07 am

(y/n l/n) royal cunt the third: bitch excuse you? - sent at 11:07 am

(jessie wallace) candace flynn: seen at 11:08 am

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