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Try Me - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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summary: After getting drunk with your best friend, Eddie, you find out he’s never been kissed before. You’re happy to help him in that area (and maybe others…)
warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), gagging, slight d/s dynamic, praise kink, establishment of a safe word, cum eating, friends to lovers (let me know if i missed anything)
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Eddie had been your best friend since second grade. He had always been there for you, no matter what. Even when the two of you fought, he would always come over when you called him.
You would often spend a chunk of the day listening to Eddie bitch about Steve Harrington on your way to the video store. You knew he was just jealous of how Dustin adored Steve, the guy was practically a god to him.
But whenever you brought it up, he’d get completely defensive, going off about how he’s ‘not jealous, just worried that Dustin will fall victim to the disease that is popularity.’
Of course, if popularity was a disease- you don’t even know what you and Eddie were. You weren’t unpopular by any means, you were on good terms with the general school population, but you wouldn’t consider too many people your friend.
That pretty much caused your Friday nights to be spent alone with Eddie, but the two of you didn’t mind. You’d watch movies or have Eddie explain whatever plan he had for the next d&d campaign, you never really understood what was going on, but he always had you hooked on the story.
Tonight, it was your turn to pick, and you had decided on a game that has stood the test of time with sleepovers.
“No, no way I’m playing truth or dare.”
“Please! Come on, it’ll be fun!” You begged,
He shook his head, “Nope, can’t we do anything else?”
You stood your ground, “Hey, it’s my week to pick. And remember last week when you were half an hour late? You owe me a night of thruthing and daring.” You say, crossing your arms on your chest.
Eddie rolls his eyes, “Fine, truth or dares it is.”
It starts pretty tame, but the longer you play, the more fun Eddie is having. Asking more daunting questions and embarrassing dares.
It took about an hour for you to introduce alcohol into the game, and it didn’t take much longer for the two of you to be piss-drunk on Eddie’s couch, filters completely gone as you both answer questions you’d never tell each other otherwise.
“Truth,” you say, ready to answer any question he had.
He pauses, his breath hitching as he scratches his palms- he’s nervous. “Eddie? What’s the question?” You ask, trying to calm him down.
“Wh-what happened with you and Billy?” He asks.
You and Billy Hargrove had a very brief relationship a couple of months before the StarCourt Mall fire last year. You knew he didn’t like you that much, and you weren’t fond of him, but honestly, you didn’t care. You just wanted someone.
But even though you never really liked him, it hurt when you broke up. Eddie hated him, so you didn’t really talk about what happened between you two. Billy’s death made it even harder to talk about, but with Eddie, you knew you were safe to talk to him about anything.
“So… that’s what happened.”
Eddie takes a big sigh, “Wow,” He says, turning to you, “Is it bad I’m a little jealous right now?” He asked.
You laugh, “You’re jealous of a shitty, toxic relationship where the guy died in a fire?” You ask, taking a swig of your drink.
He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no, just having a relationship in general, someone who wants to be with you like that.” He ducks his head in embarrassment.
You look at him, “Come on Ed, plenty of girls would want to be with you. You’re the perfect guy.” You say, lightly punching his shoulder.
“You say that, but look at me. I haven’t even kissed a woman yet, but please show me the line of women waiting for me.” He says, throwing his hands in the air.
His eyes went wide once he realised what he said, and you can’t lie, your own eyes matched his. You don’t know why you didn’t consider it, Eddie was older than you, he always had this “cool guy” attitude to him. Sure you’d never seen him with a girl- or guy, but you just assumed. He never told you anything otherwise- until now.
This urge hit you, one you had been fighting for years now. You weren’t sure whether it was the buzz from being drunk or the new information, but the urge changed into a demand.
He hasn’t had a first kiss? Let’s give him one he’ll never forget.
You moved closer to him, using one hand to take him and the other to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch before his mind catches up, realising what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide.
“Oh, oh, uh-“ He stutters, “You don’t have to-it's fine.” He says.
You shush him, “I want to,” You lean in, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Do you?” You ask, the question coming out like a whisper.
He nods, and before you can second guess yourself, you press a soft kiss to his lips.
The kiss is chaste, but just as you lean back, he’s pulling you back in, his left hand finding your hips while the right cups your cheek.
The kiss is quite sloppy at first, but Eddie is a fast learner. Quickly becoming one of the better kisses you’ve had.
You poke your tongue against his lips, asking for permission to enter, he obliges, giving you space to kiss him with your tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s experimenting with his own, finding out what’s good and what isn’t.
He nips at your bottom lip, just testing the waters, you moan into the kiss, causing him to groan.
You slide into his lap, straddling him as his hands slip just under your shirt. The cool rings on your skin tickle, so you giggle, pulling out of the kiss. Moving down to kiss his neck.
You can feel the vibrations of his groans on your lips, encouraging you to continue. You quickly find his sweet spot and bite down to suck a bruise. He moans out, bucking his hips up into yours, you moan, gripping his shoulders for stability.
You finally get to look at him, his face is bright red, his lips were completely swollen, he looks completely and utterly fucked out. But he’s also smiling like he just won the lottery, which in his eyes, he just has.
The bulge underneath you quickly grows as he hardens, you roll into it, eliciting another moan from him. You lean in, kissing his neck before licking along his jaw.
“Wait-“ He says, moving you back into place. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he grips at your shirt, tugging it. He’s trying to ask you to take it off.
You smirk, you’ve never seen Eddie like this. So… needy, desperate. You decide to take advantage of it. “What d’ya want baby? What is it?” You ask, giving him the most innocent look you can.
He starts stuttering, fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you almost feel guilty, wanting to apologise and give him whatever he asks for. But you also like the position you’re in right now.
You grip his chin, making him look at you. “Words, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.” You say, moving to nibble on his earlobe.
To your amusement, he whines, “Please,” he
whimpers, “Please let me take it off.
You smile, about to pull your ace card. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Good boy,” you mutter against his lips. You’re very pleased when he reacts by bucking his hips up to yours. You smirk, “You like that?” You ask.
He nods, “Yeah, I really do.” he says, his face turning red as he buries his face in your neck to hide.
Despite enjoying teasing him, you decide to give in, tugging on your own shirt to let him pull it off you. You thank yourself for deciding to forgo a bra today. He practically tears your shirt off of you, moaning at the sight of your breasts.
“Holy shit…” He mutters, his hands hovering just under your breasts, he’s waiting for permission.
You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You can touch me, Ed,” You say, a chuckle clouding your words.
And just like that, he goes in. Taking your breast into his mouth, sucking, biting and licking across your nipple. You moan at the stimulation, grinding down onto him, “Fuck, so good.”
He takes this as a sign to keep going- as he should. Gripping harder on your waist as he takes your nipple in between his teeth, rolling it before licking to soothe it.
You card your hands through his hair, tugging as you moan. You’re being absolutely worked. This was supposed to be about him, you’ve gotta fix this.
You tug his hair, pulling him off of your breast. You sit up slightly, moving your hand to palm at his cock. He moans, shuddering as you light drag your nails across his neck.
You unbutton his jeans, resting your hand on the zipper as you look to him for permission. Once his brain catches up he’s nodding profusely, a begging mess for you.
As soon as you’ve undone his jeans, you’re pushing your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and slowly stroking it.
He moans, rolling his hips into your hand. “Son of a bitch.” He mutters.
When you remove your hand, he actually whines, desperate for your hand back on him, but that desperation is rewarded as you kiss along his jawline, leaning into his ear, “I wanna suck you off,” you mutter, grinding into him. He moans, rolling his hips up to match your rolls. “Is that okay?” You ask.
Before you’ve even finished the sentence, he’s profusely nodding, “Yes- yes please.” He sputters.
You roll into him once more- for good measure, before moving to go on your knees. “You’re- this is- wow…” He says, watching as you pull his jeans and boxers down.
His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. It’s a surprising length- you never really thought about how big he would be, but you didn’t think it would be that big. It’s slightly curved, with a very red tip, like it’s angry, demanding stimulation.
You decide to oblige, pressing a kiss to the red tip. Eddie immediately moans, bucking his hips. You want to tease him, but decide to be nice this time. Finding a vein in the base and following it right up to his slit, licking the precum.
He lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my god, please don’t tease me, baby, please.”
The mix of his begging and that nickname burned in your abdomen, feeling the wetness from your panties on your leg where you sit.
You decide to be kind, guiding his cock into your mouth and sinking as far down as you can. Using your hand to rub whatever parts you can’t fit.
You swallow, causing him to jerk, hitting the back of your throat. You pull off, gagging and coughing. You try to let him know it’s okay, but he’s already profusely apologising.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you- shit. Do you need something? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He says, not taking a breath in between any of his words.
As your coughing comes to a stop, you sit back up on the couch, resting your hand on his cheek. “Hey, I’m fine, was just surprised s’all, it’s no big deal.” You say, he nods, “Now, we can stop if you want, but I’d be happy to keep going.”
He looks up at you with near doe eyes, “Really? You’re sure you’re okay?”
You giggle at his nervousness, the way he cares for you making your heart swell. “I’m fine, that shit happens all the time. Some people are into it.” You say, his eyes widen. God- he really is clueless about this stuff.
He takes a second, “I don’t think- I’m into it. Is that okay? I just don’t like seeing you like that.” He whispers, brushing his hand along your hair.
You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Of course it’s okay,” You pull back, still seeing some apprehension in him. Your heart aches, he’s not doing anything wrong, he shouldn’t feel guilty.
“Okay, how about this.” You start, he looks at you with peak interest, “If you’re uncomfortable, and want to stop, you say red, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, yeah?” He nods, understanding what you’re talking about.
“And if I want to slow down, I’ll tap twice,” You say, tapping twice on his thigh to show him. “And if I wanna stop, I tap continuously.” You say, tapping at a rapid pace. “Does that make you feel better?” You ask, kissing the side of his lips.
He nods again, looking so much more relaxed. “Definitely, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, rubbing along your back.
You giggle, “I’m glad,” You say, leaning in to kiss him, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it. “You want me to keep going?” You ask.
He nods before moaning, “Please, please do.” he says, rolling his hips into your hand.
You nod, sinking back down to your knees. Since he still seems nervous, it’s probably better to go a little slow. You press kisses along his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb, smearing the precum over his tip.
He gasps as you start to place kitten licks along the slit, slowly getting bigger as your mouth started to cover his head. He moans, “Fuck baby, s’good.” He says, hand reaching to pull your hair away from your face.
Eventually, you get down far enough that your nose is brushing his pubic hair. You take that as the best sign to start travelling up and down his shaft, swallowing when needed -and sometimes just to feel how he squirms.
His moans turn one continuous string of moans as you feel his cock throb in you. He reaches to feel the way his cock sits in your mouth, swearing at the sight of it.
He feels- close, so you start to increase the pace at which you bob your head. You feel him tense below your hand. “Shit- so close.” He moans.
You continue to swallow around him, encouraging him to unload in your mouth. He moans, allowing himself to fully let go, spilling his seed into your mouth. You smile as you swallow around him, making sure to catch every drop before popping off of him.
“Holy- holy shit.” He mutters, repeating various swear words as you coax him back to you.
You can tell he’s worn out, certainly too tired to learn any ways of getting you off, but that doesn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about him, making him feel good. And after tonight, truth or dare is his new favourite game.
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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Last chapter.....
A few hours after they arrived, Rainbow was starting to run out of energy and trying to figure out how to leave without being rude. Bucky noticed and moved towards the hall where her room was located but before they could go a blonde woman came storming down the hall.
Bucky greeted her "Hey Yelena-"
She walked right up to Y/N "You're Y/N right? The mutant bitch that made the Avengers push my sister away."
She shoved Y/N, who stood her ground.
Rainbow shook her head "That's my name but I don't think you have the whole story. I never-"
Yelena sucker punched her and Bucky caught her before she fell "What the fuck, Yelena?"
Clint grabbed Yelena and held her back as she spat at Y/N "Natalia told me what you did so you better watch your back." And stormed off.......
Chapter 7
Bucky carried Rainbow to the sofa and set her down carefully "Are you alright doll?" He turned to Sam "Could you grab some ice for her?"
Y/N looked dazed "Who the hell was that?"
Bucky sighed as he took an ice pack from Sam and gently set it over her eye "Nats sister from the red room, Yelena. Apparently Nat told her own version of what happened. Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."
Y/N looked nervous "Does she live here too? Maybe me staying here isn't the best idea. I can always call Charles and go back to his school."
Bucky shook his head and almost shouted "No! You don't have to go." He took a breath "Nat is only here until her vision is back to normal and Yelena is only visiting."
He looked up at Tony "Right, Stark?"
Tony nodded distractedly "Yeah, no. Neither of them are staying. Nat is doing much better. I'll ask Helen to take a look at her tomorrow. FRIDAY, can you invite Yelena to the common room and lock Nat in behind her?"
"Of course, sir."
When Yelena returned she scoffed at Y/N sitting with ice on her eye "Aawww, did the poor baby get a boo boo? Do you need a blankie and baba?" And laughed loudly.
Tony stopped Bucky from going after her "As much as she deserves it, Barnes, we won't resort to violence just yet."
He turned to face Yelena "You are a guest here and assaulting a member of my team won't be tolerated. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Yelena laughed again "Why do you have whiny little babies on your team? Why did you force Natalia out for this crying little girl?"
Y/N tried to protest "Hey, Nat made her own bed. I never did anything to her until she broke my damn wrist."
Yelena looked at her in shock "What did you say?" And started walking over towards her, only to be stopped by Bucky. She glared at him "No, I need to talk to her. What happened?"
Y/N told her side with the rest of the team confirming her account. "I thought Nat was my friend but I guess she always hated me."
"Bullshit! That's not what Natalia said at all and she would never lie to me." Yelena replied defiantly.
Tony shook his head "It turns out Nat isn't the person any of us thought she was. I don't really care what you believe, she's off the team and no longer welcome here"
He looked pointedly at Yelena "If she gets the ok from our doctor tomorrow, I think it would be in everyone's best interests if you took her with you."
He shrugged "Or not, she's out regardless."
Yelena looked at the rest of the team, then at Rainbow, and scoffed "Some family you people are. She's better off without you."
Steve nodded "and we're better off without her, something we can all agree on. We'll have Friday notify you of her appointment in the morning and then you can both go."
Yelena looked Steve up and down then shook her head and went back to Nats room.
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Nat was stretched out on her bed, the bandages that covered her eyes were pushed up and she was reading a magazine. The sound of the door opening made her jump and she quickly set the magazine down and tried to adjust the bandages over her eyes but Yelena caught her.
Nat stammered "It's still all spotty but I keep trying, makes me feel more normal even if I'm pretending." Her brow twitched and Yelena gasped before her face turned to stone
"Really Natalia? Are you pretending you can see the pages of the magazine or pretending your sight hasn't returned."
Her voice went up as she spoke "Or was it ever really gone? Did that girl even hurt you or was that fake too?"
Yelena went to get a drink and sat angrily "So spill Natalia and you better tell me the goddamn truth because every single Avenger that's here agrees on one story and it's not the one you told me so you'd better explain yourself."
Nats lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears "You want the truth? Steve and I were together until she showed up and he dropped me like I was trash. A few months later he's afraid to push her for sex and we started up again. I told him I loved him and he laughed at me, insisted that Fury wouldn't let us be together out in the open. Claimed the public wouldn't accept it and I would hurt his reputation. I started seeing Bruce but he's afraid that sex will bring out the big guy and hurt me. Now she's got Bucky all over her and me out on the street."
Yelena listened quietly "Did you pretend to be her friend?"
Nat laughed "Yeah, it was pathetic really, how desperate she was for a friend. I wasn't going to just let her have Steve without a fight."
Yelena nodded "And you broke her wrist?"
Nat shrugged "I needed to talk to her and she kept trying to run away. It was her fault really, she kept leaving."
Yelena grimaced "So they are telling the truth? You all saved her from Strucker and you resented her, pretended to be her friend. Instead of telling her the truth about you and Steve you blamed her for something she knew nothing about while fucking him behind her back? And pretending she blinded you. Is that about it?"
Nat shook her head "No, she really did blind me but it's much better now. I was just waiting for you so we can get away from these jerks."
Yelena sighed "Why should I trust you after you lied to me about everything?"
Nat teared up again "I was afraid you would reject me too. If you do, I don't have anyone else to turn to."
Yelena scoffed "It sounds like you've lost everyone because you're a manipulative bitch."
Nat tried to defend herself "No, but I-"
Yelena shook her head "Whatever, doesn't matter. You'll see their doctor tomorrow and if she says you're ok we'll go. You can help me free the rest of the Widows. After that you can do what you want."
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Bucky told Rainbow to stay on the couch while he helped Sam make dinner and both men did what they could to cheer her up and help her forget about Nat and Yelena and Steve. They did a pretty good job until the food was done and the Avengers all came down to eat together.
Rainbow was seated between Sam and Bucky to keep Steve from bothering her.
Dinner was a raucous affair with the whole team together, telling stories and different versions of previous fights.
Rainbow felt someone behind her right before the entire room went silent. Nat and Yelena came up to the table and Nat sat next to Steve after filling her plate then looked at Yelena to do the same.
Tony's temper was rising until he couldn't hold his tongue "I'm sorry, this is a team dinner and you, ahem, ladies aren't part of the team.
Of course Nat took the opportunity to play victim.
"What? I can't eat with my team one last time before you kick me out onto the street? You all treat this little brat like a princess and push me aside like I'm nothing."
She scoffed as she stood "some family you are."
She gestured to Yelena "just grab a plate and we'll go back to my room. Then we're done here. I don't need Cho to check my eyes, I can see fine."
Tony shook his head and ran a hand down his face "I'm sorry but due to legal obligations I can't allow you to leave until we're sure your injury is fully healed. I don't need you coming back in a year, trying to sue me for any future problems. In fact I have some legal, separation paperwork to confirm you're no longer the team's responsibility, etc. If you get hurt, it's not our problem." He smirked at Nat "I'm sure you understand."
Nat was fuming "You can't make me stay here one more second, this is bullshit Tony."
She turned to Rainbow with a hate filled look on her face. "You might have won this round but it's not over. One of these days you won't have all these assholes around to protect you and then we'll see how tough you are."
Rainbow scoffed "Pretty sure the answer is pretty fucking tough since the only time we've fought you ended up blind and that was before I had any real control over my powers. After my time working with Loki I've learned a lot and I'm not afraid of you anymore."
Nat sneered "You'll never see me coming little girl. Just watch your back and don't depend on this fake family to help."
Rainbow stood defiantly "Take your best shot." She had a mist surrounding her that turned dark as she glared at Nat.
"They aren't a fake family, you're the fake one Natalia." she spat "Cruel and manipulative, you're only upset your games didn't work so are playing victim when you brought it all on yourself."
She shook her head and spoke softly "I feel sorry for you."
Nat screamed "I'll get you for this, bitch" threw her plate of food at the wall and stomped back to her room.
Yelena looked at the team apologetically before running after her sister.
Bucky squeezed Rainbows hand "Don't worry doll, we won't let her hurt her. As long as I'm breathing, I will always protect you."
Bucky pulled her to him and kissed her softly which made Steve groan, beating himself up for the mistakes he's made. When Bucky pulled away he gave Steve a dark look, then gave all of his attention back to her. "My beautiful and precious Rainbow." he said quietly before kissing her again.
Steve grunted and left, Tony spoke up "Look Barnes I'm glad you two found each other and all that but could you save all the lovey dovey crap for your own rooms and not the dinner table.
Bucky and Rainbow both blushed and chuckled. He kissed her hands and they sat back down to their meal both feeling a little nervous about what comes next.
Everyone else, convinced that the drama was over, for now, went back to their food and stories.
Chapter 8
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"The happy feelings club!"
🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic
💝Episode 1: The gingers meet!
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• Ichigo's pov!
• "Don't let it happen again, Kurosaki."
• "Yeah, yeah. It won't."
• Once again, I'm leaving the principal's office. But at least I got sent for actual reason this time.
• Hi there, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Near straight A student. I got 2 sisters and 1 insane dad. And I'm a natural carrot top. You'd think with my high grades and all, teachers wouldn't pay me any mind. But no. I'm on everyone's radar. The color orange means trouble. Everyone picks a fight. But, I know how to win this messed up game...most of the time.
• "Did you hear? That guy punched someone."
• "No way, that's horrible."
• "Whispers" aren't anything new, but this rumor has truth in it. (Although those girls could at least TRY to be quiet) The "guy" I punched, was some loser who thought he could get handsy with the girls in my class. I don't know them very well, but I'm not a fan of hearing my classmates scream. So I took care of him. Nice and quick.
• (Tatsuki wanted to kill him, so I just took the fall.)
• "Oh no,"
• One of the girls griped.
• "Here comes that orange haired girl again."
• Orange haired girl? This cruddy school has one? Since when? I turned around and sure enough, there's a carrot top! She's running down the hall...towards me. I...should run, but... My feet feel stuck to the ground. She screeches to a halt and fell to her knees panting. So...she shouldn't of ran that fast. A few minutes passed and she's still wheezing. Damn, is she okay?
• "Um, are you okay?"
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• Orihime's pov
• My lungs...are burning! But...I wanna...pass...these out! My name is Orihime Inoue! I have a busy older brother and I'm new to this school! I also like "weird combinations" of food. (Sweet treats ramen is so tasty!) And last but not least, I'm in charge of the happy feelings club! A blissful hour of doing your favorite things at school! All I need to do is get 3 more members and we can stay afloat. Hence my constant flyer passing! Like right now. But, I REALLY need to...catch...my breath. This tall guy...looks real nice.
• "Should I get the nurse...?"
• (Ichigo said that) Ah! Not the nurse again! I'll get scolded! I shot up. And I was face to face with a...with a...super cute boy. His hair is orange too...And...he probably has girlfriend! Don't wanna get my hopes up for nothing! I scrambled to my feet. I'm not dirty, am I?
• "Hi!"
• I said, flashing my persuasion smile. (It always works!)
• "I'm Orihime Inoue and I run the happy feelings club!"
• The cutie noodle looked confused. But, that's okay. It's a new club, so of course he never heard of it. This is what flyers are for! I pulled one from my backpack.
• "The details are on here."
• I gave it to him, nearly touching his long fingers. He's reading in his head. ...Why am I so NERVOUS!? He's reading the flyer! Not looking at me! Should I run!? Hide? Pass out!?
• "Ah-em."
• Huh?
• "Yes?"
• Did I say that too fast? He had on a half smile.
• "The meetings are after-school on fridays and wednesdays, right?"
• I nodded. My favorite days of the week.
• "Good, I'll be there."
• Oh..my...gosh! A new member! After two weeks of demanding nicely, someone finally joined-
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• Ichigo's pov
• Out of nowhere, Orihime fell into my chest. It hurt but...some softer things touched me too. ...Holy crap! What do I do? Move her? Ask if she's okay? What am I saying, of course I check if she's alright! ...Um. Where to tap? I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Suddenly, she popped up and...looks raring to go like she didn't just fall? What is this girl?
• I was gonna actually ask that, but someone caught my eye. It was that one black haired chick with the fuchsia eyes. She's snickering with her tomboy friend. (Menoly, she goes to Tatsuki's boxing class.) Why...is that ticking me off? ...Whatever, whatever. Back to Orihime.
• "Orihime-"
• I paused. She looked...hateful and she was gripping her hair. And that's kinda hot. Not angry, but not fully sad either. But, what's the hair clutching about. ...I get it! Those two owe her money. Of course. I would be furrowing my brow too if I was in this situation. Man, people are so cheap nowadays.
• "Ah-em."
• I looked down straight into Orihime's big brown eyes. Shit, she's pretty. She looked down at a hip and back up at me. Ah! I haven't let her go! I stumbled back, muttering a apology. Damn, I'm bad at this.
• "So, I'll see you after school?"
• I said somewhat cooly. She nodded, with the biggest smile on her face. I couldn't help but laugh. Seriously, what is this girl? I just felt like ass a minute ago and now I feel like I won the lottery.
• Rinnnnng!
• That's the bell. Here dies my good mood. I looked back at Orihime.
• "Um, bye."
• I couldn't of said anything smoother than that!?
• "Bye!"
• "See you after school!"
• I waved and watched her skip off to whatever class she's in. Huh, I'm actually looking forward to the club thing.
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• A few hours later
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• Orihime's pov
• "So, tell me more about this hunk you met."
• Um...I did, did I say hunk? He's just really, really handsome is all. I pulled some games out of the cabinet.
• "He was really just nice, Rangiku."
• (Rangiku is one of my favorite upper classmen. She's nice and taught me how to get on Mr. Hitsugaya's good side! He gives out snacks! And she has a thing for Sora. She said she's gonna get serious soon.)
• "Men are nice,"
• She said, leaning on the table.
• "But they all have little quirks and one of your mystery man's caught your eye."
• She...got me there. I really like his hair...and his face. Plus his voice too. She opened her arms up.
• "Come here, tell me all about it."
• I sighed and laid in her squishy embrace. This is probably my favorite thing about Rangiku. She so soft! I could almost...fall asleep on her... Suddenly, I felt hands on my sides. Oh no. She's gonna tickle me again!
• "Don't fall asleep on me now, Orihime~!"
• "I wanna hear all about your little crush."
• Eeeek! I don't wanna pee! Again.
• "Rangiku, stop it!"
• I said through laughs. My uniforms gonna get all crinkly! I tried to push her away, but she laid me on the table!
• "Wow, your skin is so smooth. What lotion do you use?"
• The answer is Cloudy delight moisturizer, but I can't breathe from too much laughter! Suddenly, she stops. Thank goodness. My bladder couldn't take too much more.
• "Oh shit..."
• She mumbled. Wait? What's wrong? I grabbed onto Rangiku's arm, pulling myself up. Is it a teacher? It was just tickling-
• It's the cute guy from earlier in the door way.
• (And two guys I ran into at lunch.)
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• Ichigo's pov
• I'm sure my face is beet red. But, I mean, come on! It's my first seeing two girls ontop of one another. (I'm not a adult film kinda guy) My hand shook on the doorknob.
• "Um...is this a bad time-"
• Suddenly, Keigo's hand was on my mouth.
• "Shut up, Ichigo! This is a once in a lifetime moment!"
• "Don't mess this up!"
• He shouted, while yanking me down. What the f-!? Mizuro put his hand over my mouth too.
• "Please ladies, continue,"
• "We don't mind."
• The older girl snickered.
• "Well, I guess we could do a little a something."
• She said, while tugging on her shirt. Orihime squeaked from under her. She looked just as embarrassed as me. That's it. This ends now. I bit down on one of Keigo's finger.
• "Ouch!"
• I shot up.
• "Knock it off!"
• I snapped. Man, this is a bad look for me. I'm flushed. Probably sweating now. And I had yet another "loud outburst". (Counseling stuff, don't ask.) Orihime's gonna think I'm crazy. The blonde burst into laughter.
• "Easy, easy, kiddo,"
• She crawled off the table. And Orihime.
• "I already have a guy I'm into, so calm down."
• She must a upperclassmen. No one my age would talk down to me like that. She strolled over, sizing me up. ...What's happening right now? She reached out and...patted my head?
• "No wonder a certain somebody likes you!"
• "You're adorable."
• What the- I am not adorable. I pushed her hand away.
• "Who're you anyway?"
• Yeah, I'm done being polite.
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• Orihime's pov
• "I'm Rangiku Matsumoto. The prettiest 3rd year."
• As she introduced herself, I sat up and fixed my clothes. (My underwear wasn't out, was it!?) That was embarrassing. Hopefully mr. unknown doesn't think I'm in love with Rangiku or something. Or a creepy pervert. I'm being crazy. If he ask, I'll explain. Easy peasy.
• "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for intruding,"
• I turned around. She's gonna leave!?
• "You two have fun,"
• Fun? (Why'd she say it like that!?)
• "And you two are gonna clean up with me!"
• The brown haired guy looked horrified.
• "You're a total hottie, but-"
• Rangiku snatched him by collar and pulled threw the door. He was screaming alot. (The other guy followed with no complaints.)
• "Bye bye, you too~!"
• She shut the door, leaving us in quietness.
• "I'm sorry about my friends."
• ...He's apologizing too?
• "No, no, it's my fault!"
• "Rangiku probably freaked you out."
• He turned red and shook his head.
• "It's fine, really."
• I nodded. And hello the crushing quietness. I looked around. What could we do? What's screams 'welcome new member'? Bingo! I grabbed the kitty notebooks.
• "Wanna draw cats with me?"
• He looked surprised, but smiled.
• "Why not?"
• Alright! Perfect time for my new scented markers! (Hopefully, they actually smell like their names.) I spread them out on the table and passed him a notebook. This is gonna be great! I'm great at drawing kitties!
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• Ichigo's pov
• This takes me back. The markers. Cats. And the breeze outside. When I was younger and my sisters were like 4, my old man went out. (I dunno if it was shopping or doctor stuff.) But, he was taking awhile, so that freaked them out. And I remember pulling out my school books and markers. We drew for what felt hours. Needless to say, we had alot to show to dad. Heh, feels like forever ago. Although, I'm not any better at it. They still look like malnourished stick cats. Poor things.
• I looked over at Orihime. She was laser focused. I wanted to peek at her drawing but...I got lost. The afternoon sun made her look great. Ah, what am I doing!? I'm s'posed to be drawing right now. Suddenly, she shot up. I flinched. (Did she notice me?) She turned to me.
• "Do you hear that?"
• "Hear what?"
• I said way too casually.
• "Just listen."
• She whispered. So I did. ...What're we listening in for?
• Mew.
• Orihime grabbed my face and pointed towards the window.
• "It's there!"
• I pried her hands off and walked towards the window. What the- It's a frickin cat in the tree. (Cliché much?)
• But, how'd it get up HERE of all places? We're on the third floor!? Orihime popped out from under my arm.
• "I think I can grab it from here."
• What!? She tugged me back and lifted her leg on the windowsill. Hiking her skirt up with it. Oh hell no. I gripped her waist.
• "Orihime!"
• She turned around, looking genuinely confused. I snatched my hands back.
• "Lemme get the cat."
• Good excuse!
• "I'm taller."
• She nodded, and got back in. We swapped places.
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• Orihime's pov
• "Let's make a plan."
• The mysterious prince said. He turned around, towering over me. Oh my...
• "I'll get the cat and you grab a teacher, okay?"
• "Okay!"
• I can do that!
• (I needed to give Mr. Kyõraku a assignment anyway)
• He smiled and stretched his long legs out the window. That's my cue to run like a track star!
• "Good luck!"
• I shouted and ran out the room. Just like earlier, I'm running down the hall. I'm hearing alot of not nice comments as I do, but I can't stop now. For the kitten's sake!
• A little more running later...
• "Mr. Shunsui!"
• He jumped and sat up straight. I slammed my hands on his desk.
• "I found a...a cat...I need...we..."
• I gotta...catch my breath! Just all the other times, I come in here, he chuckled.
• "Slow down, miss Inoue."
• He patted my head. (I'm kinda wheezing on his desk.)
• "I'm not going anywhere."
• My lungs are on FIRE, but...that guy probably has the cat already. And it could be hungry. I took a breath.
• "Me and this guy found a cat in a tree!"
• "A cat?"
• I nodded quickly.
• "On the 3rd floor too!"
• Mr. Shunsui stood and tugged his hair.
• "Oh boy."
• "Let's go find the kitty."
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• Ichigo's pov
• This cat is putting up a fight. I know it's scared and all, but I seriously not being threatening. I'm even smiling! (That's what's scaring it, my guy) And what's really irritating is, I almost got it. I can literally poke it with my finger. But, I'm almost out the window. If I loose my footing, I'm dead.
• "Come here..."
• The cat meowed and hugged the branch tighter. Dammit...I got it! It's afraid to fall! Just like me. I can do this. I saved one of Karin's friend before. Still shaking like crazy, I lowered my hands.
• "Fall right here,"
• I said, in my softest voice.
• "You're gonna be okay..."
• Slowly, the cat began to relax. (Although It looked at me with a oddly expressive face as like it was trying to call bull shit.) After a little time, it fell into my hands. It's a tad heavy, but it's nothing I can't handle.
• Suddenly, my foot slipped.
• Am I falling out the window!?
• Yes I am.
• Everything moved extremely fast. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die-!
• "Ichigo!"
• My leg was caught. I looked up.
• "Orihime?"
• (She knows my name?😳) She smiled.
• "You're gonna be okay!"
• A much bigger hand grabbed my other leg. I shivered. Which teacher did she bring!?
• "I gotcha kid."
• Ohh, it's Mr. Shunsui. (Glad she didn't get crazy Coach Zaraki)
• After a little pulling and touching places, I hoped no man would. I was back inside.
• But, without the cat. When did I drop it!
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• Orihime's pov
• "Ichigo, what's wrong-"
• The cat.
• "Eeek! Where's the cat!?"
• We both pushed Mr. Shunsui out of the way and looked out the window. Where is it!? Where is it!? (I hope I'm not saying this outloud.)
• "There it is!"
• Ichigo shouted, pointing down. I hopped on his arm, getting a closer look. Down below, I saw a dark skinned guy with wavy hair. He had the kitty in his hands. (The poor thing was trembling) Have I met him before? He looked up at us.
• "Is this yours?"
• He called up. I shook my head.
• "I wish, but he's a stray we found in the tree!"
• I shouted back. I'm sure I know who he is. Mr. Shunsui scooted me over.
• "Son, could you be a dear and bring that cat up here?"
• He nodded and walked off. So did my teacher. I looked over at Ichigo. He was panting and sweating He looked my way and raised his hand.
• "Good job, we saved a cat."
• Oh, we're gonna high five. I only put my hand on his. I'm too tired to actually slap it.
• "Good job."
• I wheezed. He chuckled and looked back at the sunset. A light wind blew by. ...I'm so thankful for golden hour.
• "So, can I become a member?"
• Huh?
• "Of course!"
• "This is the most fun I had in weeks!"
• He looked over at me.
• "And cause your a nice guy!"
• I don't want him to think he's just a source of entertainment or anything. Ichigo stuck out his hand.
• "Agreed?"
• I smiled.
• "Agreed!"
• We shook hands.
• "Welcome to the happy feelings club."
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• "Orihime,''
• (We're putting the stuff away.)
• "Yeah?"
• "How come you suddenly know my name?"
• I know I forgot to tell her about it. She thought for a moment.
• "The cat you drew earlier!"
• "You signed it."
• Ah, she saw it!?
• "That's great."
• I said with a fake smile. She nodded.
• "It's going on your nametag!"
• Huh!?
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This was so long! But, y'know what, first episodes are always long. (And I may of done it on my tablet) Anyway, I really like this one. I can't wait for the next episode. Stay cool!
Little tag list: @elyonholic @o0o0thorn0o0o @ichihimelover1503 @takibikaen @usoppsstar
#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#orihime inoue#happy feelings club#first episode#finally got this done#loved it#real tired#hope you enjoy#ichigo x orihime#ichihime#stay cool#love u all
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↓↓ some quick twins au for the birthday boys!!! ↓↓
If there’s anything Milo Morales hates, it’s spiders. So when a certain mask-wearing idiot crashes through the window of the room that he shares with his brother, he knows he’s fucked.
When Milo gets home from school, his twin is nowhere to be found. He’d expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
Milo would cover for his brother in a heartbeat, but having to explain to his parents why they hadn’t come home together— having to lie to them at all — well, Miles better have a phenomenal reason to be out on this particular Friday night.
Something about his brother has been off the past few days. Since the death of Spider-Man hit the news, Miles was more anxious than usual. He was hard to reach, and never where he was supposed to be. Milo can only give so many excuses to their teachers, and classmates-- to their parents before they all start to catch on.
But worse, Milo didn’t know there were secrets they couldn’t share with each other.
He thought they told each other everything, that no matter what happened— what either of them said or did — they would have each other's backs.
Nothing was supposed to come between them.
So what had?
Milo punches his pillow, getting the lumps out before he buries his face in the purple sheets.
Seriously, his brother better have the hottest date in the world. That would be the only explanation Milo would accept, but that theory also relies on his twin having any sort of game— so Milo is really out of ideas.
He reaches for his headphones, cranking the volume and squeezing his eyes shut as if the action alone could stop his thoughts from racing.
Milo barely hears the tapping.
It’s light at first— a gentle rapping against the glass window — easily mistaken for the raindrops. But it gets more urgent, insistent– annoyingly offbeat with the music from in his headphones to the point where it's nearly unbearable.
Milo pulls them off his head and sits up, squinting at the window through the darkness.
For a while, he doesn’t see anything. Just the rain splattering against the glass. But his heart is pounding, the hair on his arms is raised.
He knows something is wrong even if he can’t see it.
The window creaks. Fingers slide underneath.
Milo’s hands find the baseball bat he keeps by his bed just as the window starts to slowly open. Slowly. Slowly.
There’s a sharp CRACK of thunder followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the silhouette of a figure– a person– crawling through the window.
On all fours.
The scream leaves Milo’s mouth just as his brother removes his mask.
–
Their father is at the door in seconds– nearly breaking it off its hinges as he throws it open– only to find his one of his sons lounging nonchalantly on his bed.
Milo blinks up at him.
“Oh, sorry dad. Did you hear that? I was just watching a scary movie. CGI is really crazy these days.” He lets out the start of a laugh, but stops when he sees his father’s eye twitch.
“A scary movie?” Jefferson asks in disbelief, “In a thunderstorm?” He’s not really talking to Milo. He's already walking away– shaking his head and muttering about ‘the youth,’ and ‘losing his damn mind.’
Milo will apologize again later.
For now, he jumps up, shuts the bedroom door, and flicks on the light switch – looking up at the corner of the ceiling where his twin is perched.
Milo doesn’t even know where to begin. His brother is dripping wet from the rain, wearing what looks like a child’s Spider-Man costume, clinging to the ceiling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks.
“I tried to get your attention before I came in–” Miles starts, and then looks at the club Milo had discarded before their dad had come in. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?”
“Was I gonna- Yes! Yes, I was going to hit you with a bat! Get down.”
Miles does. He drops from the ceiling with more grace than he’d shown in his entire life-- spinning around and landing solidly on the ground. This was the same kid who tripped over his own shoelaces every day? The same kid who fell off the wii fit board trying to hula hoop?
“What happened to you?”
“Just promise me you won’t freak out.”
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Milo does freak out. But he thinks it’s an appropriate amount, given that his own brother is a human spider.
“How big was the spider that bit you? Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me.” Milo shivers.
He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. Maybe we should-” He stops when he sees Miles’ face.
And suddenly it makes sense– why Miles’ hadn’t told him right away.
Because Miles didn’t want Milo to think differently about him. Miles didn’t want his brother to think that he was a freak or a hero.
The last thing Miles needs right now is a brother that doesn't believe in him.
“This still makes more sense than you having a date, actually.”
Milo sighs.
“Okay, okay fine. What can I do to help?"
Miles seems surprised at first-- and then relieved. He grins at him.
Milo might hate spiders, but he loves his brother.
#this is an allegory for coming out#just kidding#(im not kidding)#spiderverse#fens fics#miles morales#miles 42#twins au#theyre brothers ur honor#atsv spoilers#atsv
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Modern hotd au :))
Horror movie so blood and gore, Aegon being a perv, implied smut, making out, getting caught aemond and the reader are 18 getting ready for college
You’ve been friends with Aemond since elementary school, he helped you up after some mean girls pushed you down. He’s always been your protector since that day. He invited you to his birthday party one year, you were the only who showed from school. The rest of it was his family was there, he didn’t mind it thou since you showed up.
Being best friends with Aemond, you quickly become the family friend. You were friends with Nrya’s oldest son, Jace along with Aegon and Helana.
Alicent let you guys have movie nights long as you’ve know Aemond. Of course you watched Toy Story, Scooby doo where they go to spooky island, Aegon stuck Daemon’s copy of American Psycho. Let’s say movie nights went on without Aegon for a while. Okay so now y’all are in high school now!
It was movie night on Friday nights like always for the past 10 years. Anyways nobody could decide what y’all wanted to watch, you suggest Nightmare on Elm Street. Nobody complained, Aegon grinned knowing it would make Jace scared shitless. It didn’t cross your mind that Jace hates horror movies. Of course Tina died and Freddy was tormenting Nancy. It got to the part were Glenn dies very soon, you were between Aemond and Jace. Jace had his head buried in your shoulder, you were on Aemond’s lap.
Glenn died and his blood flooded his room, Jace threw himself into your boobs. This flipped you out not expecting his face to plant on your boobs. Aegon died laughing, making you blush. You looked at Aemond to pause it. “Jace, you okay? We can change movies if you want”, you petted his hair.
“No no it’s fine. I’m gonna check on mom” he got up and left the room. “What a pussy!” Aegon laughed.
“You’re a douche!”, you punched his arm as you went to find Jace.
“Jace, sweetheart. What happened?” Nrya asked her son as Alicent stood beside her. She furrowed her eyebrows at me, “Movie” you mouthed.
“Y/n, what did you guys watch?” Nrya asked.
“Nightmare on Elm Street. I swear I forgot he doesn’t like horror movies, I’m sorry Jace”, you sighed.
“Oh my sweet girl. We know you didn’t do this to scare him”, Alicent smiled.
“It’s not the movie that got me”, Jace said. “Then what?” Nrya aksed.
“Jace, it’s okay. You didn’t offend me by doing what you did. I’ll put it behind us”, you smiled grabbing his hand. He blushed, “Aegon isn’t going to. He probably already told his buddies how I buried my face in your chest” Nrya and Alicent smiled at each other.
“I’ll kick his ass later. Sorry Mama, he did make it worse for Jay”, you looked at Alicent.
Jace hugged you, “Don’t break your face over his nose”
“You’re way too pretty to have bruised hands, sweetheart” Aemond walked in.
“Sorry for our brother, Nyra” Aemond said to his older sister.
Nrya rounded up the rest of her kids and went home for the night. Alicent said you could stay over since it was late. You and Aemond went back to the movie room, Aegon was watching something on porn hub.
You marched over and sucker punched his face and threw his phone over the chairs, “You’re a prick!” Aemond bit his tongue to keep laughing. “It’s not my fault my nephew is a wimp” Aegon wiped the blood off his face. “You want me to break your fucking nose for real!” You stepped closer to him. “Control your girlfriend, brother” Aegon passed by Aemond as he grabbed his phone.
You blush at Aegon’s comment
“Wanna finish the movie?” Aemond asked, grabbing your hand. “Tsk, told you he wasn’t worth the bruises, honey” “Not my fault your brother is a dick”, you sassed. “You don’t have any complaints from me” he smiled.
We played the movie but weren’t really watching it anymore, Aemond rubbed my thigh as it was on his lap. “Don’t say anything, but Jace was more embarrassed that he hid in my boobs”
Aemond giggled, “I can’t blame him”
“Aemond Targaryen!” You gasped
“What? You’re not 11 anymore and I do notice stuff” He pinched my thigh.
“You’re lucky I love you”
He smirked and you slapped your hand over your mouth. You had only told his sister and mother about your feelings for your best friend.
“You love me?”
“I uh”, you started giggling. Like you always do when your nervous and been caught.
“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” He asked
You didn’t know if you said yes or nodded your head, but you were kissing your best friend. Soon it turned into you in his lap as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands were holding the curve of your ass and you nuzzled against his lap.
“Alright kids! Time for-“ Alicent gasping
You fell onto the floor beside Aemond’s feet, holding your mouth.
“Y/n, you can sleep in Helana’s room” she said before walking out.
You stood up looking at Aemond before booking it to Hel’s room
“Y/n!” You heard Aemond yell
“What’s wrong?” Helana asked
“Um long story short, your mother caught your brother and I making out after the movie ended”, you slide down Helana’s door
“You kissed Aegon!”
“Keep your voice down! No it was Aemond”, you whispered-yelled.
“At least it was the good brother” she smiled putting Lotus in the cage.
“Don’t smile! I fucked up our friendship because I couldn’t control myself. Normally I can but this time I couldn’t, God! Those dammed grey sweatpants of his and his stupid beautiful face”, you whined into the floor.
“You didn’t mess your friendship up. Aemond loves you has for years!”
“What? He loves me”
“Yes, Y/n. Would I lie to you?” She smiled
“No actually. I don’t think you’ve ever lied about anything or anyone”, you giggled
“Do you care if I go next door for a second?”
“I’ll be waiting or sleeping alone”, Helana grinned
I stood in front of Aemond’s door, normally I had no problem knocking and announcing my presence.
Aemond opened his door, he was shirtless with his hair down. Fuck me!
“Hey”
“Hey”
“I uh came to tell you good night. Goodnight, Aemond” you blushed.
“You didn’t come tell me goodnight, Y/n. You know it, I know it”
“You’re right. I wanted to tell you I’m sorry about earlier tonight. So I’m sorry” you said.
“Don’t be”
“What did you say?” You looked up at his blue eyes, one paler than the other.
“I said don’t be sorry. I liked kissing you actually, been waiting for years”
“Helana was right”
“All the time. Did you come to give me a goodnight kiss?” He smirked.
“Shut up, blondie” you rolled your eyes heading towards Helana’s room.
“Oh no you don’t!” Aemond pulled you into his arms and shut his door
“Aemond!” You squeaked
“Shh, don’t want my mother coming in here, taking you away again do you?”
“No”
“Then be quiet, love” Aemond brushed my hair out of my face.
“Kiss me you big goon”, you held your arms on his shoulders
Helana ended up sleeping alone
“Hurry back to Helana, don’t want mom mad at us” Aemond kissed your head. “Let her be mad, you’re so warm”
I looked out the door, to make sure Alicent was on this level and the maid wasn’t here either. “You’re fine, sweetheart”
You ran into Aegon trying to pass the bathroom, “Oo fuck”
“You bastards finally did it!” Aegon cackled
“Shut up, stupid! We just made out and cuddled” you grabbed his mouth covering it.
“That’s just like my brother. Takes a pretty girl to bed and doesn’t fuck her” Aegon sighed
“He’s not a whore that fucks anything with a heartbeat” you rolled your eyes
“Just cover the hickies, baby” he smiled as he went downstairs
“He’s right. Looks like my little brother attacked you, I got some makeup from theater” Heleana said
You and Helana made it to the kitchen. Vis and Alicent were at the table. “Good morning girls”
Breakfast was almost over when Aemond walked in
“Aemond, what did you do to your neck? Looks like you burnt yourself, honey” Alicent asked
“Yeah, did Y/n do it?” Aegon smirked. You kicked him under the table
“I will kill you” you whispered in his ear
Aemond winked at you as Alicent let the matter go
“Don’t start” you mouthed

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Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg and RSD
What is RSD? RSD or Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria is an intense emotional response caused by the perception that you have disappointed others in your life and that, because of that disappointment, they have withdrawn their love, approval, or respect. It’s an emotional condition that is most commonly found in ADHD.
Let’s project that into the ginger, shall we?
Became a people-pleaser to counter rejection
Can’t handle criticism
Gets criticized once. Starts planning her suicide note
Not really, but it genuinely feels like she’s dying when someone criticizes her. It’s such a physically painful sensation that’s like getting your lungs ripped out, and yet you continue to breathe.
Will straight up lie about her problems because she’s afraid of being seen as weird if she opens up about what’s bothering her
Aside from not wanting to be seen as weak, she also doesn’t like asking for help because she’s afraid of being turned down
Compulsively helpful (mainly to win the affection of other people)
Gets embarrassed easily
Low self-esteem (but hides it) and puts all her self-worth on the approval of others
Usually her response to rejection (even rejection that’s in her head but hasn’t actually happened) is a deep spiral of depression, but it can sometimes turn into anger or emotional outbursts
She’s more sensitive to things than other people, so she’s always trying to figure out ways to avoid getting rejected or turned down
She creates these complex webs in her head that go like: “so if I do A, then B won’t happen and nobody will turn me down, but if I do C…”
Will go above and beyond to get on someone’s good side
Often dedicates way too much time to something than necessary just to make sure she’s perfect at it and won’t mess up
Assumes the worst in EVERYTHING
Every. Little. Thing.
Constance can’t pick her up for school? Well, she hates her! Noel is the new best friend! By Friday, Ocean will be completely forgotten about! Her life is over!
Fawns as a defense mechanism
(She literally fawns to Karnak in the show. When she says she loves his turban, she’s flattering him. That’s fawning!)
But yeah, sis doesn’t have a fight, flight, OR freeze. She fawns.
She’s not afraid to lick people’s boots to avoid conflict
Sets high standards for herself that she can’t meet
Feels like a failure if she can’t meet someone’s expectations
If there is even the slightest possibility that she may fail at trying something new, she won’t do that thing at all, as it becomes too painful to even put in the effort
Can’t handle being yelled at
Often experiences these emotions as a physical sensation. Like she’s been punched in the stomach. With a knife. That’s wrapped in barbed wire. And is also on fire. And charged with electricity. Times ten.
#she’s totally fine though :)#no need to worry! :D#she’s doing great! :}#ride the cyclone headcanons#rtc headcanons#rtc#ride the cyclone#ocean o'connell rosenberg
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I Blush Better Than Blood (Kenny al-Bahir x Reader)
Description: You're the new, incredibly intimidating kid in class, but apparently you get really good grades in biology, the class that Kenny is currently failing. You're also really, really handsome.
Notes: request from someone who's got the kenny brainrot! there aren't any pronouns used but you are called a boy because kenny is gay.
Taglist: @carlthebarl
WC: 3k
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Kenny liked to think of himself as observant. He wasn't, but he liked to think he was. He recognized all the faces of his classmates in every period, knew where they sat, and expected this to remain the same throughout the year. Change was not his strongsuit. Life is rather fond of change, however, so one day, halfway through the year, Kenny noticed a new person he hadn't seen before.
There was no way he could've glossed over you––you sat in front and to the right of him, clearly visible from the corner of his eye. Your hair was spiked taller than the heads around you, and the spikes on your jacket almost reached your ears. He grimaced, holding his pencil tighter. Your boots were bigger than his head.
"(L/N)?" The teacher called, and your eyes flickered to the front. "Spikes are not allowed in school. You'll have to take that jacket off."
You stayed silent for a moment.
"You're not going to like what's underneath very much either," you said flatly.
"I'll decide that for myself. Now take it off, you can get it back at the end of the day," she said, weaving through the desks to stop at yours. You craned your neck up to meet her eye.
You sucked in a sharp breath and unzipped the leather jacket, shrugging it off your shoulders and down your bare arms. Kenny's eyes widened as the black leather revealed the tightest-fitting shirt he'd ever seen on a man. It had no sleeves and was cropped at the base of your ribs but reached up around your neck, and though he couldn't see the front of it, he assumed something inappropriate was there based off Mrs. Ander's reaction.
"You need to go home and change," she said sharply, earning subdued chuckles from the surrounding students.
"I'm not doing that," you said, and shook your head. "I can turn it inside out if that makes you feel any better, but I have a concert, like, right after school."
"Fine. Just make sure no one can see all that… graphic print," Mrs. Ander said with a near shudder before she returned to the front.
Then, in front of a class of 30, you took your shirt off, turned it inside out, and put it back on. Kenny was too busy staring at your back muscles to notice if anyone else was staring.
Mrs. Ander berated you, again, for stripping in class.
Generally speaking, Kenny was an incredibly good student. Most of it came from pressure from his parents, always pushing him to get the best grades, and often to the diminishment of his own health. Because of this, most of his teachers favored him in some way. He could never decide if he enjoyed or hated that fact. But Mrs. Ander's class was biology––specifically the biology of the ocean, and currently the ocean's carbon cycle––and science was not Kenny's best subject. He stayed late after school in her class getting tutored in hopes of raising his grade, but most of the time it just made him exhausted and he absorbed very little of her teachings.
"I can't stay late tonight, I've got a bit of an emergency at home," Mrs. Ander said as she threw on her jacket, her words shaking with the swiftness of her movements. "Shouldn't've gone to school today, honestly, but it was so last minute, there weren't any substitutes really available."
"But – there's a test on Friday!"
"My suggestion?"
Kenny nodded.
"Go find (Y/N), they've got.. fantastic marks, somehow," she said, waving her hand about. "If you walk with me I'll introduce the two of you––their jacket is still here."
"Um…" Kenny chuckled nervously, high-pitched and bereft of humor. "Um, not to say that – that's a bad idea, but, uh, are you sure I'm not going to get punched if we're alone?"
"Kenny," she rested a hand on his back, "if they try anything, they're expelled."
"I'd rather just not get punched in the first place if that's possible."
"You don't have to study with them, you know. It's just a test, it doesn't add too much to your overall grade."
He remembered his parents and the yelling fits that had come from a single bad grade on a test; bad quantifying as anything below an A.
"No, no," he finally relented, submitting to his fate. "I'll… go with you."
He followed Mrs. Ander like a kid being pulled by their ear through the hallway. Thankfully most everyone had left, and few people were left at their lockers to see him pass by. When they got to the front doors of the school, you were standing right outside, leaning on one of the loadbearing beams as you drew on yourself with a marker. When the door shut behind him, you looked up. Your shirt was still inside out.
"(Y/N), your jacket," Mrs. Ander said, extending a straight arm to you with the jacket in hand.
"Thanks Patricia."
"I told you not to call me that during school."
"I thought we were out of school," you said, fumbling to pin the jacket to the wall with your hips as you took your shirt off once more. Kenny, standing partially behind his teacher, stared at you again, willing away the heat in his face.
"Still on school grounds. And I have a student here, he could use your help studying for your next test. He's very polite," she explained, gently pushing Kenny forward.
You looked him up and down thoroughly as you pulled your shirt over your chest, situating it perfectly around your torso. On the black fabric had been painted, in bright, bold letters, "MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR," with an image of a man on his knees, his face conveniently cut off in front of the hips of another man, whose pants were down at his ankles. Based on the background, they were in a bathroom stall. Kenny's eyes nearly fell out of his head. Behind him, Mrs. Ander sighed again.
"Couldn't leave it in the car and change after school?" She asked.
"Have you seen how sexy I look in this shirt? No way," you laughed, your gaze flickering from Kenny to her. "What do you need help with?"
"Marine carbon cycle," Mrs. Ander said.
"Oh. That's pretty easy. Um, I'm driving like an hour out of town to see a show, like, right now, so we can technically do right now but you'd be coming to a metal show with me. Not sure that's really your scene. Plus I'd be driving the whole time."
Kenny's heart lurched in his chest. Alone in a car with you for an hour?
"Why don't you just do tomorrow?" Mrs. Ander quickly suggested.
Kenny nodded rapidly.
"Uh… yeah. Sure. I'll meet you here after school, 'kay?"
Kenny could barely nod again before you were walking away, shrugging on your leather jacket. Mrs. Ander patted his shoulder.
"Are your parents picking you up from school?" She asked.
"No, I'm uh, driving home with a friend. Um, thank you for your help, Mrs. Ander," he said, offering a small wave before he headed off to where he always met his friend. They had a lot to talk about.
The next day, Kenny both dreaded and anticipated the end of school. You were incredibly attractive, but you also looked strong enough to beat him to a pulp, which might've been more attractive in a different situation. But you both were in high school, and he was one of those kids who gets beat up a lot. Part of him held hope that you were nice; you weren't overtly rude to the teacher or him. You still terrified him, though.
By the time he was walking to the school doors at the end of the day, time was slowing down, and his fists were clenched around his backpack straps. He hadn't seen you in any of his classes today––what unbearable thing would you be wearing now?
Oh.
You were wearing the same thing as yesterday, but this time your makeup was smudged and your hair was a scraggly mess on your head. You hadn't noticed him yet, so for a moment he stood in the open doorway, staring at your black patchy jeans and platform boots.
"Um… (Y/N)?" Kenny asked gingerly, instantly earning your attention.
"Oh, good. You're here. You wanna head to my house or yours?"
There was no way he was telling his parents he was taking tutoring, and there was no way he was introducing you to his parents otherwise when you looked how you did. There was also no way he was going to your house where he could possibly get kidnapped and tortured.
"I was thinking we could go to the library…?"
You blinked.
"Sure," you said after a moment. "Your parents strict?"
"No!" He answered a little too quickly.
You stared at him again, raising your brow.
"A little," he mumbled.
"It's cool, I get it," you said, fixing your cuff absently. "Let's just go. You drive or..?"
"Can I just drive with you?"
"That's fine," you said, and led him to your car.
He half expected a massive van or a sports car, but instead you clambered into an ancient Honda parked crooked in the parking lot. For a second he stammered, but quickly regained himself and rushed to sit in the passenger's seat. There were coffee cups, cans, and loose papers everywhere. His backpack nearly didn't fit beside his legs. That said something, considering his legs were pressed tightly together in his anxiousness.
You pulled out and headed off on the road, messing with a few of the car dials before the radio turned on.
"So… carbon cycle?" You said as some sort of screaming music came on.
"I – I, I'm more of an, um, a literature person," he said, chuckling nervously. "I get really good grades on, like, essays, and in math."
"That's cool. I always get shit grades in English, that's more 'cause I don't know what the fuck a past participle is," you yelled over the music.
"Oh, it's a um, a type of verb that –"
"I'm gonna be honest with you right now, I don't want to fucking learn what it is either, I could not care less," you laughed. "I can, like, write good if I want to, but I don't know anything about proper grammar titles and names. Barely know a noun from a verb. I can tell you anything about the ocean, though."
"Really?" Kenny chuckled sheepishly, hiding his smile behind his hand. "What's your favorite fish?"
"Um, I don't know. There's a lot. Maybe the dragonfish or black swallower."
Kenny had no idea what either of those were, but pretended that he did.
"Nice," he said. "Kinda creepy."
"I mean, a little. I think that people do deep sea fish dirty. They're not ugly, they're just really well evolved." You took an extremely sharp turn, tossing Kenny up against the door. "Once you learn all those weird traits are evolutionary genius, it kinda becomes beautiful. Brilliant, anyway. Way better evolved than we are."
Kenny giggled again, mostly because he couldn't think of something to say in reply. You had become, in nearly an instant, incredibly friendly.
"Sorry, rambling," you said after a minute's 'silence'––silence being objective since the punk music was still going. "What kinda stuff do you like to write though? You said you're good in English."
"Um.. a lot of poetry, actually," he said quietly, hoping you wouldn't hear.
"What?" You yelled.
"I - it's not important," he chuckled sheepishly, shaking his head.
"No, c'mon, I wanna know," you laughed, and reached over to punch his shoulder.
"I just - I write poetry," he finally said.
"Oh, cool! I'd love to read some of it sometime, if you're up for that."
He froze up, clenching his cold fingers over his bicep. You'd taken your jacket off even with the windows down, showing off your shoulders right next to his face.
"Yeah, um, maybe someday," he said, still chuckling and scratching at the back of his neck.
The two of you found seats in a quiet corner of the library, setting down your bags and jackets before going off to the science section. There, you pulled down two textbooks and three essay books seemingly written by actual professors. The pile in your hands was composed of only five books in total, but the thickness of each book had it coming up nearly to your chin. They slammed down on the table when you set them down.
"Now, tell me what you know about the marine carbon cycle," you said once the both of you were sat down.
Kenny tried not to visibly sweat, and wiped his palms on his jeans.
"Um… carbon naturally falls into the ocean through, like, rain runoff or something?"
"… generally, yeah," you said slowly. "Is that it?"
"Kind of?" He chuckled in a high-pitched tone. "If you asked me questions I – I might know more, but that's, like, off the top of my head."
"Hmm." You pursed your lips. "Let's talk about why this cycle is important first. Obviously you know about climate change."
He nodded.
"Well the main driver of climate change is methane and carbon dioxide, which is warming the atmosphere, and the ocean helps combat this effect because it's a carbon sink. That means that more carbon goes into the ocean than comes out into the atmosphere."
Kenny perched his chin on his hand, listening intently but absorbing few of your words. The way you spoke interested him––from your flurry of hand movements accompanying your words to the flourishes and excitement teeming on the edge of your voice.
"Hello?" You asked, raising your brow.
"What?" Kenny asked quickly, lowering his hand.
"I asked you to repeat that back to me."
"Can – can we write this down? I'm more of a, um, visual learner," he said.
"Sure. Get some pen and paper out, I'll try and find some graphs in here," you said, reaching for one of the textbooks and rifling through the pages.
By the end of it he'd heard very little of what you'd said, but could comprehend the many things you wrote down for him. Thankfully, he could look back on your one hour lesson when he wasn't distracted by your face and voice. He learned about the fast carbon cycle and the slow carbon cycle, about marine snow that carried carbon through the water column, how that process accumulated sediment on the bottom of the ocean that held gigatons of carbon within it. The details were vague, but he could figure those out later.
What was most important was the he discovered you were a giant nerd and, as far as he could see, completely harmless. At this point he could happily rest his chin on his hand with a warm smile, staring at you shamelessly like you were a work of art. You definitely were, he thought, when your jacket slipped off your shoulders as you pushed the books back into their slots.
Pretty boy, he thought.
He settled back in your car––this time tossing his backpack in your back seat––and watched as you fiddled with your phone, your foot already resting on the gas.
"You need a ride home or do you have a car at school?" You asked, not looking up from your texts.
"Um, usually my friend drives me home. We live right next to each other."
"'Kay. I can probably drive you. How far is it?" You shoved your flipphone into your pocket, starting up the car to pull out of the library parking lot.
"Like ten minutes from school?" Kenny guessed.
"Sounds good."
Kenny gave you what few directions you needed to get into the suburbs, and from there the music blared peacefully between you. There were two different questions bouncing around in Kenny's mind, waiting to be spoken before the moment was over and you were gone.
"How was the, um, show? You said you went to one like, yesterday?"
"Yeah, uh, I lost my fuckin' keys in the pit and somebody threw them up on stage so it took me hours to be able to get back in my car. It was, like, 2 or 3 AM by the time I found them so I just bedded down for the night in my backseat." You gestured behind you with a thumb. "I keep a shit ton of blankets in here so it wasn't too bad. But the band was fuckin' great, great crowd too. Lots of energy."
"Wow. Sounds… fun," Kenny lied.
You laughed.
"You should go to a local show, you might like the scene. And you definitely won't lose your keys," you said, shaking your head with a grin. "I've been to this one place downtown so many times, they're great. Not really any like, super big mosh-pits so there's no danger. I can show you the place if you like."
"Are you asking me on a date?" Kenny asked, surprising himself with his own cheeky smile.
You nearly crashed the car, slamming on the brakes as you swerved off the road. Thankfully, you hit nothing but the curb. Both of you were shoved out of your seats at the impact.
"What?!" You asked in a flurry, your face a dark shade of red.
"I – it seemed like you were into guys," Kenny said hesitantly, suddenly losing his courage.
"I mean, I am, but – b – I didn't think I'd really be your type, I mean, you're such a good boy."
Kenny's eyes widened.
"A what?" He squeaked.
"I mean –!" You slapped your hands over your mouth. "Like a goody two-shoes!"
The two of you sat in silent mortification, both too nervous to meet the other's eye. You remained in that state for a good minute.
"That was… a lot," Kenny finally said, still gripping the seat like it was keeping him alive.
"You're a funny fucking guy, Kenny," you said, chuckling weakly.
"So you wanna hang out again?" He asked with a quick gasp, like it was something he didn't know, leaning over the car's console.
"Hell yeah," you said like it was obvious. "You free Friday?"
"I'm free Saturday," he suggested.
"Perfect. Yeah, I'll see you then."
"Maybe drive me the rest of the way home first?"
"Oh. Right," you said, and swerved off your skewed parking spot on the roadside.
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Boyfriend Theo - Free Trial (part 3 of 3)
part 1 here | part 2 here
Steo | Stiles x Theo | lime | lemon | sm ut sm ut sm ut
Theo doesn't take rejection well. So he thought to just show Stiles.
Show Stiles how he is as a boyfriend. And hopefully, Stiles changes his mind.
He started acting like Stiles' boyfriend.
Stiles gets a trial of having Theo as a boyfriend.
Kira can't help but notice how Stiles was smiling. She sneaked behind Stiles while Theo was away into the football team locker room.
"Someone's happy!" Kira giddily said.
"Oh, uhm... we..." Stiles made a kissy gesture.
"Oh! When?" Kira then punched Stiles on his arm.
"Last Friday... Ouch!" Stiles grimaced. Kira kinda forgot about the supernatural strength bit for a second.
"Ohmy! I'm sorry, Stiles." Kira started rubbing Stiles' arm.
"It's okay, it's okay. I think it's better if you stop that now... Theo's a little bit of a jealous boyfriend, Kira."
"...Oh!" Kira immediately took her hands off of Stiles. "It's just so funny that you think about him this much now, Stiles. Before, you were all suspicious of him. Now, you lookout for how he might feel." Kira said with a dreamy giddy face.
"Well... I'm falling, Kira."
"So the free trial would be upgraded into a lifetime full subscription then?"
"... Yup. But don't tell him that."
Kira made a -promise, cross my heart- gesture to Stiles.
The two's conversation halted just in time for Theo to come and get Stiles.
"Hello, Kira."
"Theo." Kira just nodded.
"Let's go?" Theo took Stiles by the waist again.
"See you later, Kira!" Stiles bid goodbye for now.
"Stiles?" Theo called him.
Stiles looked back at Theo. Then Theo kissed him on the lips. Just a fast, peck of lips.
"Oh..."
Theo had this shitty wide grin on his face which Stiles came to love by now.
Stiles may have been held back a year because of the Wild Hunt, and he hated it. Highschool isn't exactly fun for him and Scott before, being seen as the "nerdy" kids.
But now, Stiles is enjoying it. Partying knowing that Theo's got his back. And then exams, not a problem because he has Theo as a tutor. The chimera is actually pretty smart. He gets everything.
Theo has a football practice that end of day, so Stiles stayed a bit and watched him. Theo was good but his teammates cannot keep up. Stiles is pissed at them but he can't blame them, the team was a new one, it just started this year. So, it was forgivable. Theo is actually like an assistant coach because he knows how to play it.
Stiles received a chat from his dad, saying he shouldn't wait for him because he will do a double shift today.
Stiles thought about telling his dad about him and Theo's situation. But he didn't know how. So he just replied that it's okay and he'd bring him dinner later.
Stiles didn't notice that Theo's practice was over and that the chimera is right in front of him, standing over him.
When he looked up from his phone, Theo grabbed his chin and made him look up to him and then Theo leaned down for a kiss.
"Why so deep in thoughts?" Theo sat beside him.
"Ah-mn, Theo, before we go to your house later, can we stop by and give dad some dinner?" Stiles said, trying to veer attention from his blushing cheeks.
It's his first time being kissed like that on the bleachers.
"Sure. Wait here, let me just clean up." Theo winked as he lifted his shirt, showing Stiles his abs.
His abs that Stiles loves running his hand over and over again whenever they cuddle. He loved the feeling of the muscles' bumps and humps.
"Y-Yeah. I'll be here." sir. daddy. ???. Stiles thought those last words.
They leave school and stopped by a diner. Stiles ordering a healthy meal for his dad. He hopped out of Theo's truck and jogged towards the sheriff department.
"Dad, here's your dinner." Stiles placed it neatly on the desk.
"I hope it's not salad only."
"I just want you healthy dad."
"I know that, but I'd love a burger every once in a while."
"There is one in there."
"Really?!?" The sheriff rummaged inside the paperbag and indeed saw a burger. "Oh! Thank God! Thank you, son."
"Also, dad. Uhm, I will be over at Theo's tonight." Stiles said, looking away from his dad and scratching the back of his neck.
"Theo? You've been with him quite a lot lately, Stiles."
"Uh-yeah. Yeah."
"Why?"
"Oh, uhm, we have an exam coming up. We're just having a group study."
"Group study... with Theo?" the sheriff nodded knowingly.
"Y-Yeah, for the exam, dad."
"For the exam." the sheriff repeated and kept nodding.
"Dad! Why are you nodding like that?!?" Stiles couldn't shake the scrutinizing and suspicious look.
"Why are you defensive?"
"I'm not defensive!" Stiles' voice hitched.
The sheriff raised an eyebrow and gave Stiles a look.
"It's... dad, we're just studying."
"Studying, okay."
"Dad! Stop that!"
"Look, Stiles, son. I just can't help but get suspicious and confused at the same time. You hated this guy and now you're completely inseparable. What is going on, son?"
"Dad... remember the time you saw me and Scott in... Sinema? You know, when I said we're clubbing and then you asked -in a gay club- and then you said -you're not gay- and then I said -I could be- remember that?" Stiles blurted out really fast.
"Yes, I do."
"Yeah... I still could be, dad. Anyways, Theo is waiting and we'll talk about this in detail some other time. So, bye bye!" Stiles ran out of the sheriff's office.
"Stiles? Stiles!" the sheriff called out to him but Stiles didn't look back.
Stiles got into Theo's truck and then they drove to Theo's house. Stiles has been there a few times so it was very familiar to him now. He has a corner in Theo's cabinet by now. Sets of clothes, underwears and a bath towel. Just like how Theo has his clothes and bath towel over at Stiles'. Brushes too.
They stayed in the living room for a while. Making homeworks and studying. Actually studying for the exam.
'See, dad? We are studying.' Stiles thought to himself.
'We are studying... we're not doing something... ah, Theo's hand looks so...' Stiles stared at Theo's hand. Theo's fingers. They looks so good.
'Wait! Do I have a thing for hands now?' Stiles started questioning himself again.
Praises. Sir. Daddy. And now, hands... Theo is bringing out some fetishes and kinks from him.
'Ugh! Fucking Theo!' Stiles thought as he felt Theo lean closer.
And kissed his cheek.
"T-Theo!" Stiles felt a tingle down his spine.
Theo just scoffed a bit and licked his cheek this time. Stiles leaned away from the sudden warm and wet feeling. Stiles was caught off guard.
Theo chased after him, after his lips and kissed him. Slowly turning to an open mouth kiss. And then Stiles was fighting for dominance with his tongue.
But of course, Theo took control of the kiss. Sliding his tongue deeper in. Playing and coaxing Stiles' tongue with his own.
It's not a new thing for Stiles by now, they had kissed a lot of times after the first one.
Chaste kisses. Open mouth kisses. French kisses. Theo is a great kisser.
It made Stiles crave more and more of Theo. Lips, tongue, his body...
There were a lot of times Stiles wanted to give in and try to get more. But he just never had the courage. And Theo didn't push him, telling him he didn't wanna make him uncomfortable.
But right now, Stiles felt that he wanted it. He really really wanted Theo.
Stiles moaned into their kiss and moved on to Theo's lap.
"Hmn, Theo... fuck." Stiles started grinding against Theo's lap.
"Oh, Stiles?" Theo took a good look at him.
"Theo! I'm tired of craving. I want do it." Stiles said, breathless and pupils blown.
"Are you... sure?" Theo asked a second time, albeit smelling Stiles' full blown horny, aroused, lustful chemo signal.
"Yes! This is included in the trial, right?" Stiles whined.
"The what, Stiles?" Theo wanted him to say it.
"The... you know!" Stiles was blushing really hard.
"I want you to say it. For verbal confirmation."
"Theo!... fuck... okay, uhm... S-Sex. Sex is included in the trial, is it?"
"Yeah. I wanna give you a full experience before the decision."
"Y-Yeah... so... Theo, please... fuck me."
"...Hmn!!! You have no idea how hard I was holding back!" Theo slapped Stiles' butt and smashed their lips together into a hungrier kiss.
Completely taking Stiles into a storm of lips, tongue, groping and hip grinding. Theo made him wrap his legs around his waist and carried him up to the bedroom.
On the stairs, Theo pushed Stiles against the wall and kissed and sucked on his neck.
"Hnn, I wanna fuck you right there and then back at the sofa, but you deserve a bed, Stiles."
"I kinda have a thing about getting shoved against walls."
Theo laughed "I kinda noticed." Theo unzipped Stiles' pants and let Stiles' hard cock spring out, a little bit of precum leaking out of the tip.
"Theo, please." Stiles gripped Theo's shirt.
Theo just smiled with a growl rambling from his chest. His wolf and coyote pushing him to go bring Stiles to bed and finally take him.
Theo gave in, took Stiles away from the wall and continued up the stairs then into the bedroom.
He set Stiles up against the door as he closed it. Stiles grunted a bit. Theo looked at Stiles' erection and licked his lips.
"I'm gonna suck you for a bit, okay? Don't cum yet." Theo winked.
"Wh-How?" Stiles was still being carried by Theo.
His arms around Theo's neck, his legs around Theo's hips.
"Just like this, Stiles. Carrying you. On my shoulders."
Theo then lifted Stiles higher, almost up to the ceiling.
"Holy shi-" Stiles gasped as he got hoisted higher. He's now propped up on Theo's shoulders. Hands holding into Theo's hair.
His legs sitting on Theo's shoulder, his hard cock perfectly in line with Theo's mouth now.
"Ohmygod!" Stiles exclaimed as he felt Theo's tongue lick his tip. He then followed it up with moans.
"Tastes good, Stiles." Theo praised him.
And then put Stiles into his mouth again. Stiles moaned louder and gripped Theo's hair tighter as Theo took him in deeper down his mouth.
"Ohshi-Theo!"
Theo kept bobbing his mouth up and down Stiles' cock.
"Theo!!! I cannot not cum!" Stiles warned with a tug on Theo's hair.
"Alright, you can cum, Stiles." Theo said before sucking him again.
Given permission, Stiles shot his load in Theo's mouth, trying real hard with the situation.
It ain't easy cumming if you're way up against the wall, riding on your wolf's shoulders.
'My wolf.' Stiles smiled to himself.
Theo let Stiles down gently back to their previous position.
"You were amazing, Stiles." Theo praised him.
Stiles perked up a bit on that. Theo smiled and then whispered...
"Now, for the main part..." Theo carried Stiles to his king sized bed.
Theo dropped him on it and started undressing himself. Giving Stiles a show.
Which Stiles greatly appreciated and watched intensely.
Theo smiled and took his clothes off slowy. Making Stiles gulp a lot of times every time a piece of clothing gets taken off.
Jacket. Shirt. Belt. Pants. Boxers.
Stiles let out a very appreciative hum when Theo stood there in all his naked glory.
Hard cock included.
"Hot damn!" Stiles said out loud.
Theo laughed a little and stalked closer to Stiles on bed. And then he glowed his eyes at Stiles.
'Oh shit! I'm gonna get devoured.' Stiles shook a bit when Theo grabbed his ankle.
"Relax, Stiles. I'll be gentle... as much as I can." Theo said as he ripped Stiles' pants off.
"Holy shit! 'Gentle' my ass!!!" Stiles argued.
Theo just laughed and ignored him. He then proceeded to rip Stiles' briefs off. And then the shirt.
"I loved that shirt!"
"Do you wanna get fucked or what?" Theo teased.
"I do. Yes, sir." Stiles behaved.
Theo laughed on his ear. Growling, he started at Stiles.
Kissing and sucking on his lips. On his tongue. Nipping on his earlobe and neck. While his hands slid on every part of Stiles' body.
Come to think of it, this is the first time he sees Stiles' completely naked, ready for the taking.
Theo looked back at Stiles naked on his bed. Horny and hot and anticipating him.
"Theo..." Stiles softly called his name.
Stiles' milky white skin now dusted a little pink from blushing. His nipples the same as the color of his lips, light pink, and taut too.
Torso slim and skin smooth, also littered with moles. Theo traced a line from mole to mole. Stopping on Stiles' happy trail.
Stiles moaned at that. It was so sensual, so high for him. He felt his already leaking cock bob and ooze out some more.
Stiles groaned and cursed. His hips bucked uncontrollably. Erection desperately wanting attention.
"Theo, please!" Stiles squirmed.
"Shh, I'll take my time. I've wanted you for so long, Stiles. So long." Theo licked his lips.
Stiles felt so vulnerable, so exposed to Theo right now. He's there, all naked and aroused, and making silly noises of moans and grunts and panting.
Theo slowly trailed his fingertips towards Stiles' cock. Which oozed out more precum. It looked so hard again even after cumming in his mouth a while ago.
The tip looking so pink. Theo traced the length up to the tip and down to the base with his fingertips. And up again to the tip, dipping his thumb a little into the slit.
"Fu-ahhh-ck!" Stiles covered his face with a pillow.
"Stiles, what are you doing? Take that pillow away. I wanna see your flustered face."
Stiles muffled a 'no' under the pillow.
"Come on, I want you to watch me." Theo said in a low, raspy, morning voice.
Which Stiles found to be so hot. He swore he could cum again just by all these, Theo's fingertips and voice alone.
"Stiles." Theo called again, then Stiles removed the pillow from his face and looked down at Theo.
"W-What-ohmygod!"
Theo started rubbing both of their cocks against each other. Stiles loved how it felt. His cock rubbing against Theo's cock.
Since he came in Theo's mouth a while ago, and he was leaking precum nonstop, it felt nicer because they're all slippery enough. The rubs and strokes went smoothly.
Stiles kept cursing and moaning. He's seriously doubting if he can survive this. Theo's gonna be the death of him.
And he isn't fucking him yet.
"Stiles, cum for me."
"Theo, holy fu-ahh!!" and Stiles did as he was told. He cummed, for the 2nd time.
Theo letting it drip all over his cock. When Stiles was done, Theo was all slicked up. Coating up some of his fingers.
"I'm coming in, Stiles."
Stiles was all sweaty and breathless and was covering his face with his forearm.
"I hope you're not tired yet." Theo said as he started lifting and turning Stiles' over on his belly.
Theo rubbed up against Stiles. Moaning at his ear. Theo hummed and slapped Stiles' butt and squeezed it. Stiles replied with a groan.
Theo then raised Stiles butt up, making him go propped on his knees and elbows.
He slowly traced a slick finger around the ring into Stiles.
Stiles shuddered from this new sensation. He's never done it before. Theo's gonna be the first one.
Theo made sure his fingers are slick and pushing in slowly. Slowly stretching Stiles. He doesn't want this to hurt too much.
2 fingers in, Theo observed how Stiles was taking it. Soft groans and a very faint hip buck.
That was a good sign. Theo then slowly took his fingers out and replaced it with his cock.
Slowly pushing past the ring of now loosened muscles.
Stiles moaned loud and gripped the sheets. He buried his face on the pillow that smelled so much like Theo. So good. Adding to the sensation.
Theo kept pushing in until he's all in. Theo could see Stiles feels a little stinging so he stilled his movements and let Stiles adjust to his size.
Theo leaned on him and kissed his neck, his back, kissing and sucking; leaving love bites everywhere.
When he heard Stiles moan and felt Stiles' hip push back against him, Theo began to move. He gradually moved in and out of Stiles. Loving every second of it.
Every second Stiles gripping every inch of him. Warm and wet and tight.
Theo kept saying how good it feels to Stiles ear. And Stiles agreed with him, Theo also felt so good.
Theo's thrusts became faster and harder, hitting Stiles prostate hard. Stiles was slowly going crazy from the pleasure. He couldn't even say a complete sentence, or a phrase. He could just moan and say Theo's name. And keep himself butt up through Theo's thrusts that are stronger and harder now. Almost knocking him forward every pump in.
Stiles was so drowned in pleasure that he didn't notice he cummed for the 3rd time. Spilling everything on to the sheets.
"Stiles... I'm so close." Theo warned.
"Y-Yeah!" Stiles
"Do you know what happens?"
"K-Knot."
"Yeah..." Theo pushed deep and slumped back down to Stiles.
Sending Stiles down to bed to lie on his belly. Theo, without pulling out, turned them over.
He now lies on his back on the bed. And Stiles lying back down on top of him.
"Holy fuck!" Stiles gripped the bedsheet.
"I'm cumming, Stiles." Theo warned.
Stiles felt Theo shoot and slowly swell. Stiles kept moaning and cursing. Theo kept whispering to him to stay still as possible so it won't hurt that much.
"You're so good, Stiles. So good. Stay still. You're doing great." Theo kept assuring Stiles.
Hugging him through it. Kissing and sucking on Stiles' earlobe.
Stiles was reaching back to Theo, holding onto whatever he can. Landing on Theo's thighs. And the heels of his feet, he planted and dug into the mattress to stay still.
"Theo... Theo... Theo..." Stiles kept chanting Theo's name while just taking in all the sensations he's feeling.
There's this pleasure and pain mix and it's driving his body to overload.
Theo sucked on a spot on his neck and stayed there the whole time the knot is on.
Only letting go when the knot subsided.
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
Theo turned them to their sides. "That was amazing."
"You're amazing." Stiles was in some kind of trance high.
"Only the best for you. All the time." Theo said in a low voice. That sexy voice Stiles swoons over.
"E-Every time?"
"Yeah, every sex we'll ever have."
"I'll dry out... ohmygod."
Theo chuckled and hugged Stiles to sleep.
And that was the first time they had sex in Theo's bed. And they did again some more times.
In Stiles' bed. In Theo's truck. In the woods. In the fucking woods near the lake.
Stiles was chuckling and moaning as he got railed against the big tree.
"What's funny, Stiles?" Theo was pumping him.
"Uh, just-I never thought I'd fuck in the woods-hn."
"Oh, I have more for you."
And Theo did. Fucking Stiles in places Stiles fantasize about and placed he never imagined doing it.
They've done it the bathroom, in the tub, in the shower against the wall. In the kitchen, counter, and table. In the living room, on the couch, on the carpet, on the coffee table -breaking the one in Theo's house.
In this hidden clearing Theo made in the woods. On Stiles' study desk. In the football locker room after a game.
And every time, Stiles fell deeper and deeper.
Theo just pulls all the right strings. Pushes all the right buttons. Does all the right things. Things Stiles needs.
Stiles reached a decision.
When the 3 months free trial was up, Theo asked Stiles again.
"So, Stiles, are you gonna continue your subscription or are you cancelling it?"
"Well... I'm continuing it, boyfriend."
"Tell me, Stiles. What was it? My pure intentions? My good behavior? My treatment of you? Or my impeccable love making?"
"You know, I could still break up with you, right?"
"You won't."
Stiles giggled. "By the way, I also came up with my term of endearment for you."
"Okay. Let me hear it."
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"Mój kochany wilk." Stiles said something in Polish.
"Stiles..." Theo reached for his waist.
Theo was so glad because Stiles' chosen term matches with his.
"Now tell me, what's your term for me?"
"Mój księżyc."
Stiles' eyes widened. Theo just called him something in Polish back.
"You know Polish?"
"Of course, I'm not gonna be substandard for you, Stiles."
"Pocałuj mnie." Stiles requested.
Theo smiled and went in for a kiss.
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Mój kochany wilk = my darling wolf
Mój księżyc = my moon
Pocałuj mnie = kiss me
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Stranger Things Have Happened
Steve Harrington x OC
Chapter No.1
Summary- Will is back from the upside down and Eleven is still “missing”. With Nancy and Steve being not only on the outs, but calling it quits, Steve is actively mourning the loss of their relationship. Though, when a new set of siblings arrive alongside the Hargroves in Hawkins, Steve can’t help but take an interest in the eldest sister. Even when he’s promised himself he is only interested in her as a friend, Steve finds himself sharing things with her only his closest friends know of his life.
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Some chapters may contain explicit content, graphic imagery and scenes not suitable for children. Minors DNI. Republication or distribution of my work will result in legal action being taken. I do not own Stranger Things, but all characters inserted into the Stranger Things universe of my own creation are owned by me.
Basketball was ridiculous... I never in a million years thought I'd say it, but it was ridiculous. I'd lost my throne to Billy Hargrove.
"Harrington right?" He had blocked me on the court, making it impossible for me to pivot around him. "I heard you used to run this school," I sighed as I dribbled the ball attempting to get around him. "Is that true? King Steve, huh? Then he turned bitch."
"Hey maybe you should shut up and just play the game," I shot back, moving to get around him. But he knocked me to the ground.
The ball was lost to me as he made the basket and hooted and hollered. He was becoming a thorn in my ass.
"Steve?" I turned to see Nancy standing in the doorway of the gymnasium. Goddammit... this day couldn't get any worse.
I followed her out of the gym and to the alleyway between the school buildings.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, angry and annoyed.
"What do you think? Where were you this morning, I missed first period!" She whined up at me. I had no time for this.
"I figured Jonathan would take you," I answered calmly.
She furrowed her brows and shook her head, "what are you talking about?"
"Jesus," I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my own head. "You really can't handle your alcohol. You remember going to Tina's party last night? Right?"
"Yes," Nancy answered with a curt nod.
"Okay, and then what?" I asked.
"I remember... dancing, and spilling some punch... you got mad at me because I was drunk?" She rattled. That wasn't what happened
~*~
The day was already too long as I sat in class, thinking of the events that had transpired Friday night.
Nancy had proceeded to drink herself into oblivion, causing a scene with an argument that we shouldn't have even been having.
"Bullshit," she had called it. "It's all bullshit."
Drunken words from sober thoughts. She had been pulling away from me for a while. Now, I didn't know what to do. She had broken up with me.
Although I wanted to apologise, I didn't do anything wrong! She was the one that spilled the drink, she was the one that ripped our relationship to shreds. It's not like it would've worked out anyway.
I’d seen the way she’d talk to Beyers in the corridors when she thought I wasn’t looking. I knew she’d invited him to that party, and he had taken her home. It had to have all been planned somehow.
As I slammed my head down on my desk, the last bell of school rang, releasing us from the prison that it represented. I quickly grabbed my things, slinging my bag over my shoulder and stalking out of the school.
"Yo, Harrington!" I turned to see one of the younger kids on the basketball team, Connor, run up to me as I leaned against my car. "I heard about you and Nancy, what happened?"
"None of your business," I offered in a mumble. I leaned back a bit further into my car. "It's nobody's business but mine and Nancy's."
"Okay..." Connor nodded as he stood before me. "Did you hear about the new kids?"
"That prick Hargrove?" I questioned, taking another drag. I hated that kid. He was such a dick head. "Yeah I met him."
"No," he motioned to my left, making me turn my head. "Those new kids."
I peered over the rim of my sunglasses to see a girl, one that closed the door of a Sixty Seven Impala, wrapped in a black leather jacket, smoking a black cigarette.
"Who the hell...?" I questioned as she walked past us, her hips swaying in a way that not even Nancy's did. Her blonde hair hung in thousands of waist length ringlets, tossed to one side of her head.
To her right was a boy much taller than her, lanky but built well. He looked to be her complete opposite in style, Khakis, a blue polo shirt and yellow sweater accompanied his boat shoes.
"Mayor's Niece and nephew," Connor offered. "They just transferred from out of state."
I couldn't help but stare as the girl strutted down to the middle school before I felt eyes boring into my skull. As I looked away from the blonde beauty, I noticed her brother staring daggers at me from where he waited for her beneath a tree.
I cleared my throat and averted my eyes, pulling my sunglasses back Over them. I tried not ti make it obvious as I watched the girl accompanying a smaller blonde girl back to their brother, before they all hurried back to their car.
"That's their little sister," Connor offered. "She goes to school with my brother."
I shook my head as I watched her walk back to the Impala, her red converse catching my eye as well. She had good taste.
"Look at that ass," Connor drooled over the girl as she opened the door for her sister.
I couldn't help but peek as he said the words, yet I slapped him over the back of his head.
"Leave her alone," I mumbled. He was right, she did have an amazing... No, I was grieving over Nancy. That's what I was doing.
"She has chemistry with us, you dick," I heard from behind me. Tommy appeared out of nowhere, coming to stare at the girl as he sat with me on my car. "And you're single now, remember? You can look at that sweet, thick, succulent-"
"Shut up, Tommy!" I spat taking the last drag of my cigarette. "You don't even know her name do you?"
With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Tommy nudged me. "You should find out."
I shook my head as well and chuckled as he nudged me more.
"Come on Steve, get back in the game! You know, get yourself a piece of small, blonde, and extra sweet cake," he smiled as I began to crack a smirk. "Forget Nancy, she left you! You have nothing to do but move on, and what better way to do that, then to find out who little miss leather jacket is?"
He was right! I needed to forget Nancy! I knew she was gonna go straight to Jonathan! I fucking knew she would, and just as I thought the words, my heart sank.
Across the lot, Nancy was walking with that freaky kid, hurrying away from the school with him like they had somewhere to be. Finally, I saw her climb in his car, proving my suspicions.
"Woah, Steve-o, was that confirmation or what?" Tommy asked. I didn't bother to look away from Nancy as she drove off with Jonathan.
Finally, I peeled my eyes away from the brunette, and let them land on the Impala that now drove straight in front of me.
My eyes locked with a pair of candy apple green ones that watched me, analysed my every move as if we were in slow motion. The new, unknown girl couldn’t peel her eyes away from my hidden gaze until she fully passed my friends and I.
Something in my brain clicked, and I was filled with a fascination to know this girl. Who was she? Why had she moved to Hawkins? Would her brother be a problem? He was bigger than me.
"Little miss Leather Jacket might be kind of interesting…” I admit to Tommy and Connor, both of whom were still watching her sleek black car drive down the road.
“See, Harrington,” Tommy once again nudged my shoulder, earning a grin from me once again. “What’d I tell ya?”
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Sweet Dreams - Eddie Munson x OC
warnings: slight jump scare, allll mr. munson fluff
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Eddie giggled to himself as he slipped the Michael Myers mask over his face and crouched down by the cabinets in his uncle's trailer. It was a Friday night in late October, Eddie’s favourite time of the year, and he had invited Lilith over for a scary movie marathon.
She had been his close friend since the start of high school when they met in the music room during lunch one day. She was sitting there, casually banging away on the drums and to say Eddie was impressed was an understatement. Since that day, the two bonded over music and their friendship grew from there.
One thing he really loved though, was how easy it was to scare her. Hearing the trailer door squeak open, he readied himself, unable to keep the smirk off his lips.
“Hey Munson, you better have gotten me peanut M&M’s or we’re fighting!” Lilith called as she stepped into the living space.
Right on queue, he lept from behind the kitchen cabinets and let out a screech, causing Lilith to follow suit, stumbling backwards into the wall.
Doubling over laughing, Eddie felt a hard punch on his shoulder.
“Jesus Christ!!” Lilith seethed.
Eddie pulled the mask off, and tilted his head with a shit eating grin, “Nope. Just me” He winked.
“Fucking hell Eddie…” She breathed and placed a hand over her chest. “I could’ve hit you for real!!”
He pulled her closer with an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her gently as he chuckled.
"Nah you wouldn't. Sorry Lil but I couldn't resist, I know how easily you get scared.”
Lilith scoffed and pulled back, rolling her eyes at him. He knew his decision would piss her off, for a minute, and he knew exactly how to get her into a better mood.
"Aww come on, don't be mad.” He smiled and looked at her with his biggest puppy eyes. "I'll let you choose the movies.”
That sweet smile of hers appeared just like that.
"Oh hell yes I am!" She crossed her arms and walked further into the living room, leaving him to follow behind.
Lilith grabbed the Family Video bag that laid on the coffee table, surrounded by empty beer cans and a half smoked joint.
"Starting the party without me, huh?" she said, suppressing a grin. "Harrington would never."
Eddie feigned shock as he plopped down onto the couch, clutching his heart and making his dark eyes go wide.
"How dare you imply that I am somehow inferior to King Steven?"
Lilith snorted as she dug through the tapes in the bag. They both knew while she had other friends, no one could hold a candle to Eddie Munson in her eyes. The whole fucking town knew that.
"These are all scary movies?!" she exclaimed, tossing the bag onto the well-worn couch. Her skirt fluttered around her legs as she dropped down beside him with a groan.
Eddie pulled a strand of hair across his face, hiding himself from her incredulous stare.
"What? It's almost Halloween. Thought it would be fun."
"Fun for you, maybe. You know I hate these things."
“Well I'll be damned, you? A scaredy cat? Would’ve never guessed” Eddie replied playfully as Lilith gently elbows his arm.
“Ow” Eddie replied dramatically.
“Am so not a scaredy cat, remember that time we watched the gremlins? I sat through that whole movie and I didn’t even get scared once”
“That’s hardly a scary movie, sweetheart”
“Yeah well, nobody asked you, Munson.” she huffed out in annoyance.
Eddie draped his arm across her shoulder and closed the few inches of distance between them as he leaned forward to meet her deep brown eyes. He let out a chuckle as he smoothed down the crease between her brows with his thumb.
“Come on Lil, it’ll be fun. I’ll be right here with you and I promise I won’t scare you again.” he voiced softly.
Lilith tilted her head slightly at him and pursed her lips.
“I swear!” he laughed, “We could also just watch something on the TV that’s not scary if you don’t wanna, it’s ok.”
She bit her lip and turned back to the pile of VHS tapes on the table. “Robin said Nightmare on Elm Street was going to become an American horror staple. Whatever that means,” Lilith shrugged her shoulders.
“That’s the scariest one,” He grabbed the tape holding it up between them as a cheeky grin formed on his face.
“Whatever you’ll be begging me to turn it off when you find out—” Lilith tossed her hand over his mouth before he could continue and grabbed the tape from him to read the back.
Eddie tugged gently on one of the long, chestnut braids that hung down her back. She scowled as she read the back of the case, but Eddie couldn’t help but stare because he loved when she got pouty. Her bottom lip puffed out in concentration as she debated her decision.
“Go big or go home right?” Lilith grinned, turning back to him as she held out the VHS.
A wide smile appeared on his face, “You’re double sure this is the one you want?” He asked, knowing full well that they’ll probably end up turning the movie off half way through anyway.
Lilith nodded, leaning back against the couch, making herself comfortable. “I can do this Eddie.” She assured him, crossing her arms over her chest, the jingle of her bracelets making him smile again.
“Alriiiight.” He sang, standing up to make his way over to the VCR. Eddie slid the VHS into the slot and switched the TV to the right channel before pressing play. “Just don’t get mad at me tomorrow when you have nightmares tonight.” He joked, smirking back at her.
“I won’t. If someone is having a nightmare, it’s you,” she said, pretty confident, as Eddie walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.
“Ouch. Since when did you get so, so…”
“Brave?”
“No. Rude.”
“I’m not rude. You started it, Munson.” she gave him a slight push on the shoulder, and he smiled again.
“That’s just because I wanted to make sure that you feel safe.” he looked at her, his eyebrows raised and his voice sounding like a father that’s teaching his daughter a lesson.
"Yeah, right." she chuckled.
Eddie’s eyes flitted over Lilith’s features as he watched her pretend to be brave. The way she was biting the inside of her cheek nervously, and fidgeting with the one string bracelet that sat tight but comfortably on her wrist.
“I can’t believe you still have that..” He mumbled, turning his body towards the TV to make it seem less obvious that he was staring at her.
Her eyes glanced down at the slightly fraying black and red string that was woven together, a small smirk growing on her lips. “You made this for me in freshman art class! Of course I still have it! You told me I would be cursed if I ever took it off, and I definitely want that so..” She giggled.
Pulling back his sleeve, he revealed a small matching string bracelet in pink and purple, “If I recall, you told me the same thing about this..”
Lilith let out a laugh and shook her head, “Watch the movie, Munson” She bit her bottom lip and turned her eyes back to the screen, glancing quickly down at her wrist once more. But Eddie took note of how her bright smile didn’t leave her lips, as he turned his attention back to the opening credits.
Eddie followed the scene intensively, heavy breathing mixed with boots walking on creaky wooden floor. The tension building up with the chilling sound of the high pitched noise in the background.
It wasn't too much for Eddie, but from the corner of his eyes he could see Lilith picking anxiously on her fingers. He smiled to himself. There was no way she would get through the whole movie without having her heart outside of her chest.
He placed his arms on the back of the couch, puffing out his chest as he grinned at her. "You know, you can always hold my hand if that will help you.”
"What? I'm not scared” She scoffed and crossed her arms, making Eddie chuckle because it was clear it was all a lie.
"Well, you know where it is if you change your mind.” He said with a shrug as he patted her shoulder with a hand that was on the other side of her.
The music of the movie grew louder as the girl on screen wandered through a dark boiler room. Lilith brought her knees to her chest, peeking over top of her torn tights. Her hand drifted down, slowly tangling into the hem of Eddie's shirt as she searched for comfort. Cool fingers skimmed the thin sliver of skin that peaked above his jeans and his entire body tensed up. Suddenly, the clawed hand of Freddy Krueger slashed onto the screen and Lilith jumped, turning her face into Eddie's chest.
"I hate this, I hate this, I hate this," she murmured angrily into his shirt as the poor girl on screen woke up unharmed and Eddie chuckled.
"It's okay, look, she's fine," he murmured, pointing at the screen as Lilith turned her face back to the television.
Eddie's body felt like he was going to snap, muscles tense from the contact of Lilith's soft skin and the scent of her shampoo in his nose. He brought his hand to her head and brushed some of the flyaway strands from her face.
“Hey, you’re fine, I’m right here, okay?” Eddie’s tone was so genuine that suddenly Lilith wasn’t as scared as she once was.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry”
“Don’t apologize, it’s not everyday I get to sit so close with a girl as pretty as you”
He watched her with a soft smile as the flush crept into her cheeks, her eyes downcast as she ran her fingers through her bracelets. Eddie gently brought his hand forward and grasped her chin, lifting her face up.
“You gettin’ all shy on me now sweetheart?”
Lilith stuttered a bit before finding her voice.
“I’m trying to watch this Munson, stop trying to distract me” she said as her fingers circled his wrist so she could move her gaze back to the screen. As she did, she snuggled closer to him, and laid their locked hands on her knee.
Eddie did his best not to inhale from the contact. She was his best friend, what would their nights become if he acted on teenage impulses? Lilith licked her bottom lip and his chest tightened as he weighed the actions versus the consequences.
He just wanted so badly to feel her lips and know what she tasted like. He swallowed thickly knowing if he did, dared to taste her in the dark shadows of his trailer. He could feel her thumb spinning one of the rings on his fingers nervously as she took short, rapid breaths. Even terrified she wouldn’t let him win the argument that this was too much for her. He silently admired her for that, if he kissed her, there was a chance he’d never get to argue with her again. And arguing with Lilith was his favourite.
“Ed?” Her small voice whispered in the dark, the tv screen illuminating her chocolate brown eyes.
He had realized he was watching her the whole time and not the movie. “Look who’s scared now,” she teased him, hooking one of her fingers into his necklace and giggling.
She wasn’t wrong, he was fucking terrifed.
He could feel her body tense next to him as she continued to fidget with his rings while the music built and the main character panicked on screen. “He fell asleep.” She whispered, jumping as the music grew louder and Johnny Depp disappeared into the void of his mattress.
“This is sick.” He said watching the volcano of blood spew over the screen. Eddie grimaced as she buried her face into his chest with a whimper.
“I don’t like this at all.” She whined, her voice muffled into the fabric of his shirt. Her breath felt hot even though the cotton and it only made his heart hammer harder against his rib cage.
Eddie tilted his head, glancing down at her, his fingers brushing back the hairs that had fallen from her braid, “We can turn this off anytime you want, sweetheart.” She lifted her head, dark brown eyes peered up at him and it took everything in him not to lean down and kiss her.
“Is there any more blood?” She asked. He could tell she was trying to be brave but the waver in her voice made him bite his bottom lip before glancing at the screen, shaking his head.
“Not right now.” He whispered back, flashing her a comforting smile.
His eyes didn't let go of hers, watching her chewing her bottom lip so slightly, his thoughts sinking into the imagination of the taste of her beautiful lips. She blinked a few times before she whispered a soft "Okay" and turned her face towards the movie again. The more minutes went by, the more she cuddled into Eddie.
"Lil?" he asked in a whisper.
"Hm?" she hummed.
"I like-"
But before he could finish the sentence, the Tv began to flicker, and Lilith jumped, almost hitting Eddie in the face.
"Eddie?" she said, terrified.
Eddie used his free hand to brush a strand of hair off Lilith’s face and tuck it behind her ear, as he gave her hand a tight squeeze, pulling her into him. “It’s okay, I’m right here, I’ve got you” He whispered, leaning his cheek down to rest on the top of her head.
He swallowed thickly, and sucked in a shaky breath, “I was going to say.. I like..” He bit his bottom lip, and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Our movie nights.. Kinda the highlight of my week” He smiled into her hair, allowing himself to breathe in her scent.
“Me too, except when you make me watch this shit” She whispered back, nuzzling into his chest. “Now you have to protect me, and that’s your own fault”
“I thought you weren’t scared?” He smirked, tickling his fingers up her arm.
Elbowing him lightly in the side, Lilith huffed but seemed to press herself more into him. “I’m not”
“Mm okay then” Eddie shifted behind her, “I guess I’ll just.. Protect you from shadows in the trailer”
“Stop it!” She whined, burying her face back in his chest.
He let out a deep chuckle, and gave in, placing a light kiss on the top of her head. “I’m sorry, princess,” He whispered.
She let out a deep breath as she snuggled closer to him, head resting against his shoulder as she looked back to the tv. Her warm breath tickled his neck and he closed eyes for a brief second to just enjoy the moment. He smiled down at her. She looked so pretty laying there right next to him. Just the way he liked, as close as possible but he couldn’t help but think that he wanted to feel more of her. Her sweet scent and warm body.
So he embraced her into his arms and pressed his cheek against hers, whispering. "Just try to not nearly hit me in the-"
He didn't have time to finish his sentence before the thunder rumbled from outside and the whole room turned dark. Lilith erupted an ear ringing scream, burying her face into his neck as his grip around her tightened.
He looked around the dark room, only his shocked face could be seen in the reflection of the tv.
"Shh, it's okay Lil. The power just went out, I'm right here, relax." He stroked her head.
"That was more fucking terrifying than the movie!" She said through muffled words as her lips were pressed against his neck, sending goosebumps along his skin.
The next thing startled him. Still with her face buried in his neck, she climbed onto his lap and arms swung around his shoulders, whispering fuck this into his skin. Eddie smiled into her hair, stroking her back gently.
"It's fine...we're still in my trailer, only darker."
Lilith curled up closer to him, his hip bones that peeked from above his jeans digging into her thighs. Eddie silently prayed to anyone that would listen that she couldn't feel his heart hammering or the slight twitching in his pants. God, she smelled good.
"So," Eddie murmured into the darkness. "Who do you think is gonna get murdered first?"
She sat up abruptly just in time to catch the Cheshire Cat grin that was stretching across his face as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Shut up, Munson," she whined, punctuating each word with a slap to his chest.
The final time her hand made contact with him, Eddie caught her wrist. He reached into the darkness for her face, running his fingertips along the curve of her jaw and the slope of her nose. Her breath hitched in her throat and she wished desperately that she could see him clearly. They'd been this close plenty of times, but something seemed different now.
"It's just us, babe," he drawled, voice dropping an octave in a tone she'd never heard him use before. "You, me, and one hell of a thunderstorm."
Lil fixed up her posture, a weak attempt of fake confidence. “For your information, I’d totally be the last one standing in a horror movie”
Eddie releases a soft chuckle “Oh really, enlighten me how you came to that conclusion”
“Well…I… I just would, okay. You don’t have to believe me but If something happens to you and not myself, I’m running straight out that door”
He clutched his chest dramatically, feigning offense.
“Are you, Lilith Foster, really telling me that you would run and leave me here?” Eddie put on his best puppy dog eyes and jutted out his bottom lip hoping her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness enough to appreciate his act.
“Oh come on Eddie, don’t gimme that look you know I can’t say no to those eyes.” she said as she squished his cheeks with her hand.
“Fine, we’re both running then cause I’m not staying here to be murdered and I’m also not gonna live without you.”
“I’m sure you could find another trembling girl to sucker into watching bad horror movies with,” Lilith dropped her hand from his face and tucked them against her chest.
“Oh Lil, you have no idea,” he laughed softly, the chuckle leaving his lips like a whisper between them.
“Eddie I’m already scared enough, stop,” she played with the silver necklace hanging against his chest.
“No just— it’s scary I know but there’s a lot of things in the world that scare me,” he grazed his knuckle against her jaw line and pressed his hand to the curve of her neck. “Losing you scares me more than anything. I’m not me, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson,” he laughed, “with you.”
Another crash of lightning illuminated the trailer and Eddie soaked up the gentle curves of her face before everything went dark again. “Do you understand?” He asked, unsure from the small glimpse of expression he was given.
“I uh—,” she carefully slipped from his lap and nervously stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m getting tired. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?”
Eddie blew out a sharp breath, his heart breaking in his chest. He’d ruined it. Lilith stared out the dingy windows of the living room and waited for him to answer.
“Ya,” he mumbled, standing up and brushing his sweaty hands on his pants. “You can sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch,” he said quickly upon seeing her surprised expression.
Lilith shook her head, “Eddie, I can’t–”
“Lil, This couch has a spring in the middle that will wreck your back. Take the bed, please.” He said with a soft tone. Eddie was not about to let his best girl have a shit sleep when she was already scared. He watched as she stood, tucking her arms across her chest, glancing from the couch to the narrow hallway where his bedroom door was.
“Fine.” She said softly, pointing a finger at him. “But I don’t want to hear you complaining about it tomorrow.” Lilith narrowed her eyes at him playfully.
Eddie held up his hands in mock surrender with a grin, “Wouldn’t dream of it, babe.” He promised. Lilith stepped around the small coffee table, brushing past him as she headed for the hallway. His heart skipped as she slipped out of her jacket, carefully laying across the kitchen counter. Thunder clapped again, sending a spark of light through the house allowing him to see the way her body moved in rhythm with the shadows of his home.
“Hey Lil…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck as she turned back to him, there wasn’t anything important he wanted to say, Eddie just wanted one last look at her before he had to wait until morning to see her face again, “Good night..”
Even in the darkness he could see the soft smile that spread across her face, giving him the slightest of hope that he hadn’t fully ruined their friendship, “Night Munson.”
With that, she walked further down the hallway and into his bedroom. She turned around in the doorway and waved with a sweet smile plastered on her lips, making his heart do double flips.
He realized he waved back when the door was already closed, too focused on thinking about their night together and how fast it had ended. How he wished he had more time to have her close, to have his arms as her protection from whatever she feared.
The favorite part of his day? Yeah, that was every time she was right beside him.
He plopped down onto the couch again, head falling back as he rubbed his face, a low groan erupted in his palms. How he really wanted to explain how he actually felt. How she made the gloomiest day instantly brighter whenever she was around. The way her dimples made his knees weak and they way her nose scrunched when she laughed so hard from his ticklish fingers, tears starting to brim in the corner of her eyes.
And every time he needed to control himself to not lean in and press his lips against hers. He knew he couldn't go back to only being friends if that happened and she wasn't on the same page as him. But it felt like torture to not at least tell her how he felt, but was it worth the risk?
Eddie eventually drifted off, the sound of the rain on the tin roof lulling him to sleep quicker than he would have expected. He never was a heavy sleeper, his mind restless even when his body was exhausted and begging to go under. The creak of the living room caused his eyes to flutter open and his heart nearly stopped at the sight in front of him.
Lilith stood there, his Hellfire shirt falling just above her knees, braid mussed from tossing and turning. As he blinked a few more times, he could just barely make out her fingers twisting together nervously.
"What's wrong?" he murmured sleepily.
"Can't sleep...stupid fucking movie. Keep thinking something's gonna grab me," she replied with a huff. "Can I...sleep with you?"
Eddie nodded and murmured a quick "yeah", but before he could get up, Lilith had quickly crawled onto the couch beside him. There wasn't nearly enough room, there was barely enough room for Eddie. On instinct, his arms wrapped around her back, fingers resting on the dimples at the base of her spine to keep her from rolling off. She nuzzled under his chin, humming contentedly while Eddie tried desperately to keep it together.
He focused on the rise and fall of her chest against his as her breath began to steady itself. Lilith huffed out a small breath against his neck as she searched for warmth linking her legs with his. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at her action, eyes sealed shut trying to compose himself.
His eyes popped open as soon as the brightness from another lightning strike tried to creep its way in. It was getting colder and he felt Lilith begin to shiver as she drifted off. He rubbed his hand up and down her back and debated interrupting her quest for slumber. It’s not that he didn’t want to stay here with their legs tangled together and her fist holding on tightly to the back of his t-shirt, but he didn’t want her to catch a cold or fall off if she wanted to move during the night.
“Lil?” he whispered against her hair.
“Mmm?” she hummed softly in response as her hand drifted to his chest.
“Why don’t we move to the bed? It’ll be more comfortable and it’s getting cold out here.” he heard her sigh sleepily, “I- I could go get a blanket quick and come back if you want too?”
“No don’t leave me,” she whined out between another cap of thunder, her hands tangling tighter against him.
Eddie sighed, unsure what to do. They’d get too cold lying here and the wind had picked up outside so harshly that it forced through the cracked seals of the trailer with ease.
Eddie begrudgingly pulled away from her despite protests and scooted off the couch. “Up you go Princess,” he huffed as he scooped his arms beneath her cold body and cradled her tightly against his chest. “Shh,” he cooed as she nuzzled herself sleepily into his neck and warmed his skin with her breath.
He cursed himself as he set her into the bed, already missing her body against his. He pulled the comforter over her and crawled into the bed beside her. Giving her room to get comfortable but not invading her space despite how badly he wanted too.
“Why are you so far away?” She groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes after a few minutes of painful, tortuous solitude.
His breath caught in his throat at her words. Eddie rolled his head to the side to look at her, her brown eyes full of sleep but peering up at him as if he’d committed the worst crime.
“Just wanted to give you some space to star-fish out.” He whispered, a soft smile forming across his lips to hide the nervousness in his voice.
Lilith scooted closer to him, nudging her way underneath his arm and resting her head back into the crook of his neck. At this point his nerves were shot, goosebumps washed over his skin as her leg hooked over his. “If you’re worried about me being cold Ed, at least help keep me warm.” She said sleepily, her fingertips drumming against his chest.
He once again prayed she couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest as he gently drug his fingers along her arm, up to her shoulder and back down again. He had everything he wanted, Lilith in his bed, curled up next to him. Eddie never thought he’d be happy about not having power even though his stomach felt as if it was going to leap out of his throat.
Eddie tilted his head down, pressing his lips to her warm forehead, lingering for as long as his anxiety would allow him to. “I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry about that.” His voice rumbled between them, “try and get some sleep Lil.” He urged, despite every fiber of him wanting to keep her awake all night.
Lilith reached a hand up and twisted a strand of Eddie’s curls around her finger, humming comfortably as her eyes fluttered open and glanced around his dark room. The only sound around was their breathing and heartbeats mixing together with the rain as it pounded outside.
“Hey Eddie.. Can I ask you a question?” She spoke quietly, nuzzling his chest into him a little more.
A small breathy laugh escaped him, as his fingers went back to gliding up and down her spine. “Still can’t sleep huh?” He let out a dramatic sigh, “You can ask me anything..”
His mind was racing at what she could possibly want to ask. It’s probably nothing. Something about the damn movie I bet.. He thought to himself. He was thanking everyone that she couldn’t hear the thoughts going through his head.
“What were you really going to say earlier?” She tilted her head to look at him, “You said I like.. And then I got scared.. But you finished your sentence with our movie nights.. Was that really what you meant to say?”
Eddie cleared his throat and sucked in a deep breath, stilling his movements on her back.
“You should really try and sleep, Lil..”
She sat up and rested her chin on his chest, “You’ve been my best friend for four years.. I know when you're not telling me something.. Please, you know you can tell me anything”
“Not this, trust me, please Lilith..” His fingers fiddled with the end of her braid.
Please," she pleaded softly, her fingers reaching up to trace the chain around his neck. "I won't sleep until you tell me."
Eddie took in a shaky breath, closing his eyes. The seconds that passed felt like hours before he finally spoke.
"I like...this, Lilith. With you. I like how you come over and kick your shoes off like you live here, because you pretty much do. I like how you laugh at my really lame jokes. I like when you try and get the tangles out of my hair and when you listen to music with me in the back of my van."
He swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to look down at her. If he saw even a hint of disappointment or rejection, it might kill him.
"I like how soft your hands are and how when you look at me I don't feel fucking worthless. I like- I think I love you."
Lilith’s tongue ran over her bottom lip and Eddie watched as she thought about what he had said. Terrified of her response he was sweating through his shirt even in the chill of the trailer.
She didn’t say a word as she slid closer, hooking her foot around his far leg. She lifted herself in a fluid motion so she was straddling him with her feet tucked back underneath her.
“Uh,” Eddie, for the first time in his entire life, was speechless.
He was staring up at an Angel.
“Don’t,” she said as he went to rest his hands on her bare thighs. He pulled them back putting them in the air in surrender. His body begged him to touch her, everywhere and all at once but he listened to her word. “I’m going to kiss you Eddie Munson,” she said into the darkness, “I’m going to kiss you because—” she leaned down, her fingers tangling in his against the bed as her lips came inches within his own parted ones. “I love that I can come here when I’m bored, lonely or scared. I love that you are my safe place, my haven. I love that you are the first person at all my concerts and the only person that drives my drum kit around without complaint.”
Eddie went to speak but she shook her head, “just listen for once Munson. I love you for all the things you hate about yourself and have been waiting since the day I met you for you to figure it out. What took you so damn long?”
“I—” he fumbled the words but it didn’t matter. He was lost to her.
“So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to let me,” she inches closer. “Is that okay?”
“Jesus H. Christ woman, please?” He begged.
Lilith parted her lips running her tongue along her bottom lip and Eddie swore he could have died and went to heaven right there. Her fingers tangled into the chain of his necklace as she leaned into him just far enough that the last little bit he had to work for. The anticipation in his chest almost became too much until she gently pulled on the metal, urging him up to her lips and as soon as their lips touched, it felt like fireworks were exploding in his stomach and every worry melted away from him.
He hummed in content as she pressed her body into his. Still unsure of what to do with his hands, he rested them on her shoulders not wanting to push it too far just in case this was a dream and he’d wake up in a cold sweat, alone and in the dark.
She pulled away slightly, her forehead resting against his as they caught their breath. “That wasn’t so bad… now was it.” Lilith teased lowly. He chuckled, cautiously moving his hands down her arms.
“It was horrible.” Eddie whispered, a grin spreading across his face, teasing her back. Lilith smacked his chest playfully and he finally got the courage to fully wrap his arms around her with a chuckle, pulling her into him for another kiss.
A gentle moan escaped Lilith’s lips as they moved against Eddies, his tongue gliding across her bottom lip, begging for permission to deepen the connection. Goosebumps broke out over his skin as his mind and heart raced. This was finally happening.
Thinking back on their years of friendship, certain things began to make sense. Everyone always thought they were together, but the two of them had played it off as a joke. One of them always made an excuse to be close to the other one, whether it was when she was teaching him how to drumroll properly, or when he was showing her how to place her fingers properly on the guitar, they always needed to be near each other.
Eddie broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Lilith’s, moving his hands to rest naturally on her bare thighs, “If we don’t stop now, angel, I don’t think I’ll be able too..” He whispered.
“Don’t stop then..” Lilith whispered back.
A sound escaped Eddie’s throat that was a mix between a growl and a moan as he tucked his arm around her and in one fluid motion he’d flipped them over, causing an involuntary squeal from Lilith, and nestled himself between her legs.
He brushed his nose against hers, “Are you sure? If you want to stop, we stop okay? I don’t want you thinking this is all I want you for..”
Lilith smiled sweetly at him and brushed his hair away from his face, her fingertip lingering on his cheek, “My pretty boy.. I would never think that about you”
Eddie's face flushed red as he turned to press his lips to her palm. Her fingertips trailed down his nose to his lips before he moved forward to capture her mouth with his. She let out a whimper as she tangled her hands in his hair, gripping tightly as he kissed his way across her jaw and down her neck.
"You don't know how often I've thought about this, sweetheart," Eddie groaned against her skin as she wiggled her hips underneath him.
"I don't know Ed, I'm getting an idea," she giggled.
He nipped at the skin of her shoulder through her shirt, causing her laugh to turn into a moan. Eddie ran his hands up her sides as he looked up through his lashes at her.
"Can I take this off? I wanna see you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as his fingers traced her ribs.
"You've seen me without a shirt before, Eddie," Lilith whispered as her eyes fluttered closed under his touch.
"Yeah, but not like this."
She gave in to his request, giggling softly as his fingers traced the skin over her upper thighs before he helped her tug it over her head. They both laughed and fell into a tangled pile of each other as her head got caught in the collar.
“You got a big head, Princess.” Eddie tossed the shirt to the floor and Lilith gasped, “a big, beautiful head.”
She rolled her eyes, ignoring his playful insults and littered his strong neck with tiny kisses. Nibbling at the curve of his jaw until his fingers squeeze against her hips. “I show you mine, you show me yours, handsome.”
“Handsome?” Eddie kissed the side of her face, peppering her with fast sloppy kisses that made her giggled. He adored the sound of her laugh, even more so in his bed, naked in the dark. He had never loved her laugh more than in this moment.
“Don’t let it go to your head, I’d like to be able to get your shirt off.” She flicked his nose and tugged at the hem of his shirt. His hips gravitated toward her light, feathery touches as she pulled the shirt over his chest. His necklaces tangled in the fabric but slipped loose and hung from his neck.
“You’ve seen me without a shirt before, Lil.” He mocked her with a smirk on his lips and fingers exploring the soft curves of her hips.
“Not like this,” she repeated with a grin, running her fingers down his chest. Chills exploded over his body as he licked his lips, a smile appearing on his lips before it slowly disappeared. The gravity of everything hitting him as his eyes roved over the moonlit features of her face. Feelings began swarming in his chest like a whirlpool of emotions and as her eyes met his it felt like everything fell into place for him.
Lilith let out a soft sigh from below him as she grasped the dangling necklaces again, “Kiss me?” Her voice was quiet with a gentle plea to it that only encouraged him to dip his head, planting kisses to her forehead, moving down to the tip of her nose and to each corner of her mouth before ghosting his lips along her jawline.
“I think you missed my lips, Munson.” She giggled, her hands tangling into his dark locks.
Eddie laughed against her skin, “I want to take my time with you Lil,” He said softly, his dark eyes lifting to hers, “I wanna memorize you first.”
Another smile flitted across his features when a soft whimper left her lips, his hands roaming carefully over her soft warm skin.
Eddie left soft kisses across her chest, sometimes gently biting and soothing each mark with his tongue whenever he could. Warmth spread throughout her body as he kissed just between her breasts and gripped her waist tightly to keep her from moving. If she kept it up, he was afraid he'd snap, that all the gentleness would leave him and he'd have her falling apart too soon.
"I've waited a long time for this, baby. I'll give you what you want, I promise," he murmured against her stomach, kissing the birthmark just above her navel. "For as long as you'll let me."
"I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon, gorgeous. You're all mine now, no turning back," Lilith laughed as his hair tickled the soft skin of her hips, where he placed wet, warm kisses on every mark and freckle that he could find.
"God, I am all yours," Eddie whimpered against her stomach, feeling her muscles tense from the feeling of his mouth ghosting over her skin.
“Eddie,” she whispered, her hand tangling into his hair as he continued to connect her freckles like the constellations in the night sky. “Ed,” she pleaded for him to continue, her legs wrapping around him loosely so he could find a place to settle in between them.
His lips grazed the soft skin of her inner thigh as he sat back on his knees, kissing the furthest point closest to her knee and taking his time working back in toward her. Her hands tangled into his dirty bed sheets as her soft moans mixed with the intense sound of the wind howling outside the trailer.
Eddie's hand slid up her thigh trailing closely behind his lips and his other hand pressed her hip against the bed to keep her from lifting them. She groaned in protest as he took his sweet time, his tongue teasing the warm skin between her legs.
“Munson!” At the same time she hollered his name a loud crash came from the hallway.
She tugged at his necklace, forcing him to embrace her as they both listened. “What was that?” Lil asked, shaking against his arms he put one hand on her face and rubbed his nose against hers.
“It was probably a window,” he said, trying to convince her and himself. “Let me go look,” he said, pulling away from her but she tugged him back roughly. “It’ll be okay, Princess. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
Climbing slowly off the bed, he walked to his bedroom door and peered into the hallway. He could see the kitchen window that was once open, now jammed shut and allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. Not that he would ever let Lilith see, but the sound had made him jump too. Being pulled from that moment so abruptly and sent his heart into his throat. Well, that’s enough for tonight I guess.. He looked up at the ceiling, cursing whoever was listening for this storm.
“It was just the window closing” He stated, waltzing back over to Lilith and climbing back into bed with her.
Lilith shook her head, and grabbed onto him, snuggling close, “Cool, come protect me from the window then”
Eddie pulled Lilith close to his chest, feeling her warm skin melt into his, as his finger tips grazed every ridge of her spine. She was finally his. Fully his. There was no more hiding, no more pretending, no more “just friends”. They could just be. Eddie felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, as his grip tightened around her frame. He felt her smile into his skin as she placed a light kiss on the spider tattoo above his heart.
He peered down at her laying on his chest, and smiled that sweet, genuine smile of his. Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear and gently ran his thumb over her cheek.
“Thank you… for always being my safe place” She mumbled sleepily into his skin.
Eddie’s breath once more caught in his throat as placed two fingers under her chin and brought her lips up to meet his.
“Thank you for being mine..” He whispered.
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i fear this place
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pairing - valkyrie x sylvie
rating - teen and up (haunted houses, au- high school, little punching action)
word count - 1,497
summary - “actor at a haunted house/person who punches the actor in the face” AU
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Valkyrie was never an irrational person. Wasn't a scaredy-cat. One to back down from a challenge. She grew up with Thor, Loki, and Hela. She could handle anything.
Right?
"Okay…" Bruce drew out as he looked around the room. "Hmm. Valkyrie! Truth or dare?"
"Really? Okay, um. Dare. Hate truth. Whatchu got?"
Hela leaned over and whispered something in Bruce's ear. Then she pulled away, smirking. The boy lit up like a Christmas tree. "I dare you to go to a haunted house with me and the Odinsons."
"Yeah, okay. Easy enough." Valkyrie put on a smile. But, on the inside, she was freaking. Nothing scared her worse than all the horrors of Halloween stuffed into a labyrinth of rooms. The holiday was bad enough on its own, even if it included getting free candy. Despite being a tough woman, she had her share of fears.
The siblings nodded consecutively, all grinning like madmen. Since it was her turn, she tilted her head towards Carol. "Okay, Captain Marvel, truth or dare?"
Bruce glided over next to her in the lunch line. Of course, the one day she didn't pack a lunch. "I found a haunted house that fits our schedules." She had honestly hoped the junior forgot about her dare. Apparently not.
"Great. When?"
"This Friday, after school. I can text you the rest of the details. I have to go meet Thor."
"For your mid-day hook-up?" Valkyrie asked casually, looking over the menu options. Everything sounded disgusting.
Bruce blushed. "No. He needs help with English. We're not dating. I don't understand why I need to tell you guys all the time."
She side-eyed him as they moved up in line. "You two have eye-sex every time you look at one another. It's honestly annoying that you won't just bone and get it over with."
He blushed deeper, turning a dark cherry red. "I'm gonna go. I'll text you!" The raven-haired man rushed away.
"Yeah, you do that." She said sarcastically, mumbling under her breath. Looking up at the lunch lady, she took a deep breath.
"And what can I get for you today?" The older woman inquired, cheerfully.
"Do we really have to do this?" Valkyrie, Bruce, Thor, Hela, and Loki all stood in front of The House of Hauntings with a little sign underneath that said: "We Haunt."
"Unless you want to be a chicken. First one all school year." The slender one in green stated.
"Shut up, Loki. You say 'school year' because you are the only one to call chicken this year. On asking Mobius out? Do you remember that?" Hela scoffed at her sorry excuse of a brother.
The youngest curled in on himself, looking down at the ground. He mumbled something no one caught.
"Anyway," Bruce spoke into the silence, training his eyes back on the makeshift haunted house. "Let's go, shall we?"
They walked forward, towards a table selling tickets for entry.
"How many in your party?" The teen asked, obviously bored.
"Five," Thor stated like he was talking to a child, which Valkyrie supposed he was.
The young man looked up slowly like he had all the time in the world. "Twenty-five dollars."
The blonde fished out a twenty and a five, holding out the bills, which the teenager was quick to take. "Entry is at the end of that path." He pointed loosely behind his person, at a dirt pathway.
"Thank you." Bruce was pushing them along, eager to get inside.
Coming across a door and a knight, they stopped. "Do you think there's someone in there?" Loki asked.
"Maybe," Hela responded, sporting a sly grin that her sibling didn't seem to see.
"Do you wish to find out?" The person inside asked, sounding extremely annoyed.
Loki jumped, pushed the door quickly, and rushed inside.
Hela laughed hysterically, high-fiving the knight and then following the sophomore inside.
Valkyrie didn't want to admit it, but she jumped a little too.
The rest of the group trailed into the house, stumbling through curtains of fake cobwebs.
As they ventured through the rooms, they came across a vampire, a werewolf, a tarantula - like an actual tarantula - and a variety of other beasts. But the one that stood out the most was a clown, covered in blood.
The brunette was never a great person to be around when she saw a clown. Ever since Loki made her watch all three IT movies with him, she was never the same. She hated sewer drains, couldn't face the wall when sleeping, and just despised going into her mom's basement.
So when a clown lunged at her from the darkness covered almost head to toe in blood, she did what any sane person would.
Valkyrie, real name Brunhilde, drew her fist back and hit the horrid creature with as much force as possible.
Everyone turned at the sound of a crack echoing around the room. What they saw was a clown, blood flowing strongly from its very broken nose, and their friend since early childhood, standing there with a very angry expression on her face, hand still up and pulled back.
They just stood there in pure shock until the clown let out a quiet whimper and whispered, "Ow."
Two people rushed in holding a green box with a red cross on it. Kneeling, one of them opened it and grabbed gauze. "Holy shit, Sylvie. Are you okay?" The other one asked.
Thor pulled Valkyrie back, out of the way as the clown- Sylvie, answered. "I'm, fine. I think. Not the first time I've had my nose broken." The bleeding slowed gradually as other workers came and dragged the group outside.
Valkyrie was still slightly mad, but mostly just felt bad for hitting an innocent employee just doing her job. Bruce and the others stood aways away, talking to the person who ran the haunted house.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman, the top of her hair tied up in a bun. She was also sporting a splint on her nose.
"Oh, no. You're the one I hit. Sylvie, right?"
Sylvie nodded and asked, "Can I sit?" It came out all nasally.
"Yeah, sure." The blonde sat down beside her on the curb, wrapping her arms around herself.
"It's so cold out here."
"It's October. Why don't you have a jacket?"
Sylvie shrugged. Valkyrie shook her head and took off her windbreaker, handing it over. "I'm Valkyrie by the way."
"Thanks." The shorter paused, pulling on the coat. "That's a cool name. Isn't it also the name of a powerful woman warrior from Norse mythology?"
"Yeah, I think that's why my mom named me it. I guess I'd have to ask."
They sat there in a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of wind whistling through the trees and the group mumbling to the side.
"Is your nose okay?"
"Yeah, it just stings."
"I'm sorry. Clowns just freak me out a little."
"It's alright, but, only a little? That's the hardest I've ever been hit, and I get into a lot of fights. Kinda impressed actually."
Valkyrie pinkened. "Thanks. I don't hit a lot of people, just Loki when-"
Said man came up and interrupted them, "Sylvie! Are you alright? I've never seen Valkyrie punch so hard."
Valkyrie turned to him, debating between glaring or being surprised. "You know her?"
"Oh, yeah. We're in the same martial arts class. I would have come over sooner, but you guys were busy flirting. Didn't want to interrupt. Anyway, the guy wants to know if you're pressing charges."
Sylvie's brows drew together. "What? Of course not. It was her way of expressing fear. Plus, it was kinda hot, so. Wouldn't want to ruin that."
Valkyrie turned toward her, eyes wide. "What?"
The blonde smiled. "It was. Can't deny the truth…"
The taller just stared at her.
Hela, Thor, and Bruce came over. "Alright, well. There wasn't any damage to property, so we're free to go." The oldest announced. She glanced down at the scene. "Or to just stare for hours. That works too.
Sylvie smiled wider. Getting up, she offered her hand to the woman still on the ground. Valkyrie took it, pulling herself up.
"I have to go but, can I have your number?"
The brunette swallowed but pulled out her phone. She gestured for Sylvie to hand over hers, which she did.
Valkyrie called her to make sure she had the right number, before handing it back.
Sylvie started to walk away, but she called back, "I'll call you!"
"Please do that!" She shouted back. Then, turning back to her friends and seeing their expressions, she said to them, "If any of you say a word, I will slit your throat."
They all nodded, knowing she would definitely would follow through on that promise.
As the group walked back to the car, Valkyrie smiled down at her phone.
It wasn't the worst Halloween experience she's ever had.
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BWAAA venting, don’t be on this post if you don’t wanna hear it
So like- life is hard, that goes without saying, but shit has really been bothering me recently.
I guess that most of my problems is because of my mother, I don’t even think I can even call her one anymore. I have always been paranoid and distant from her, whenever I was young and I did something slightly wrong she would yell at me loudly or sometimes even beat me with a wooden spoon which, I probably deserved.
It’s one of the reasons why I don’t talk to her much and why I hate expressing myself without permission. I feel like if I express myself too freely people will just start getting annoyed by me and start to hate me and even start to yell at me. I’ve developed an intense fear of being yelled at, I’m fine being yelled at when it’s just joking around but when it comes down to genuine anger I just feel like a disappointment. I feel useless and unwanted and the person who yells at me should just get rid of me so that way they can feel better. I feel like I’m not aloud to make mistakes because if I do then people will start to hate me and I’ll just be a disappointment.
I really started to hate my mother when she divorced my dad. The only explanation she gave for it was “oH i JuSt DoN’t LoVe HiM aNyMoRe”. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SOMEONE ANYMORE AFTER WHAT, ALMOST 25 YEARS??? AND EVEN AFTER YOU STARTED A FAMILY WITH THEM FOR 16 YEARS? I hated that she did that, I hate that I’m seeing her so much more happy now, I hate that she did that to my dad. Do you even realize the shit he’s been through?? You just gave him his second divorce! I don’t know why he divorce his first wife, and I don’t think I have the right to ask but my dad is the best father I could ever ask for. Unlike my mom, he actually understands my brother and I, he does whatever he can to spend time with us.
My dad has worked so hard for everyone for his whole life, he has done so much for us AND THIS IS HOW HE’S TREATED??? Two divorces, a shitty new boss who doesn’t allow him overtime for most of the time, he has to live with my step-sister and her god awful family in their zoo of a house, which may I add, ISN’T EVEN THEIR HOUSE! IT’S MY DADS AND THEY DON’T EVEN PAY HIM RENT! OH AND THEY CHERRY ON TOP, THERES A SCREAMING BABY 24/7 AND MY SISTER AND HER SHITTY HUSBAND DON’T DO SHIT ABOUT IT!!! MY DAD EVEN SAYS HE FEELS LIKE A PRISONER IN HIS OWN HOUSE!
I hate that this is what my dad gets in return for everything he has done for us, I hate that my useless ass can’t do shit about it.
There’s also the fact that I have been getting worn down by the fact I can’t have a day to rest. During the week, I have school. When it gets to Friday and the weekend I go to my dads. When there’s a weekend I don’t got to my dads, my mom forces me to go somewhere with her. It’s been so draining, I just want a weekend to go straight to a house and actually get some rest. I’ve been so burnt out from this that I don’t have the motivation to do school work or personal work and that just adds even more stress to everything.
My mom has been losing her cool a lot more recently, especially with my dogs. I’m genuinely scared she might kill them. I love my dogs to death and I don’t know what I’ll do without them.
So much shit has been happening that I’m sure that it doesn’t matter what I think anymore. I’m just a punching bag, I’m only alive to make people feel better about themselves, my feelings don’t matter. I’m tired but I can’t sleep in the same house with a women like her. I just want this to stop.
I wanted to wait a little longer but I keep getting pushed to the edge to just end it all now and no longer have to deal with this pain.
I have no point in writing this vent, this is probably all fake. I’m just faking all of this, I’m not sad I’m just doing this for attention and I hate myself for it.
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Here's some stuff about me cause why the heck not tell u what I like and stuff
About me:
I'm a youtuber but sadly failing cause I'm not good anymore my popular vid on my youtube channel is aprp custom themes chapter 1 or whatever it was to me thats the only vid that got over 1k views and that's how much subs I wish I had. I support gay/les people to I'm not a critizer or anything I support everyone basically but not mean bullys cause I hate em cause I've been bullied lots of times I remember when one guy said there not laughing with you there laughing at u cause I thought I said something funny
Likes:
Hello puppets
The oddiest rp aka minecraft fnaf rp
Positive stuff
My nice father
Tigers (btw im not a furry just cause I have a tiger as my profile pic)
Chicken (food)
Dislikes:
My one (abusive) father
Memorial high-school (thankfully I'm now outta that school)
Being trapped in small places
Tail gators (like when I'm in a car and someone is tail gating me I hate that)
What do I do on my off time:
Well glad u ask I like to make memes when I'm outta school I also like to sleep sometimes but sometimes I'm actually lazy to post idk why I also do art on my off time but not all time time cause tbh I'm very lazy now and my brain is like ded half the time
Do I have friends:
Sadly no im a loner I made friends back when I was k-8th but I stopped at 8th cause lots of "friends" left me its very sad and I think I have a curse but I would like some friends again but now it's just awkward and hard for me and cause of my craziness I have imaginary friends
Do I have mental break downs:
Well yes sometimes but I try to hold it in alot I try not to cry and sometimes what I do is a take deep breaths and try not to think about anything the reason why I have them though is cause of my abusive father cause hes just rude and mean I don't wanna get to much detail but I'll tell u alittle first he's crazy and mean he manipulates me all the time he always post me on Facebook when I don't wanna be posted and he's a terrible doc I really don't recommend going to him cause he's so terrible and mean
Am I adopted:
Yes I don't like to think about it cause it makes me feel sad that my parents didn't want me cause they needed money so that kinda makes me sad and that's how I'm with this crazy abusive father thankfully I have a nicer father so I live with him but I see that abusive father only wendsdays and fridays- Saturday also he abuses his dog and I feel so bad for him cause he takes it out on the dog aka Fernando that's his name also he likes to blame people alot I really wish he never adopted me im like his punch bag cause he takes out all his anger out on me when I see him
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October 31, 2022
Course registration today was a bit of a mess, actually, but thankfully I think everything might turn out to be okay. There aren’t any restrictions listed for the education class I wanted to take next sem, but when I went to add it, the system told me that I had to be a education major to take it. So I email the instructor to plead my case, not expecting much bc she’s a grad student, and sullenly pick a greek art class as an alternate to fill the space. The instructor gets back to me in an hour with permission, and I think I should be able to get in. It’s a lower-level course, but the seats are already going pretty quick, so hopefully the registrar acts fast to lift to block.
I am having a wee bit of an anxious episode at the moment, but it was partly brought on by the frustration of feeling, once again, like an emotional punching bag. Not in the way that I’m being emotionally abused or anything, but, like, in high school I used to have a friend who had a lot of issues at home and she’d turn to me (and also to my dnd-friend) almost exclusively with her problems and it was really draining, honestly. I had to stop putting effort into that relationship because it felt so one-sided. And, frankly, she’s part of the reason that I don’t go to people with my problems. That people only hear about my problems after I’ve solved them or cannot conceive of a way to solve them myself and have already cried over it (and in those cases I go to my parents).
Anyway saxophone-guy (-friend?) saxophone-friend (the “guy” suffix will be saved for potential, uh, suitors) has been doing that to me since I met him and it’s become even more pronounced this semester now that we’re “just friends” because he never ever comes to me when he’s happy about something. I spent hours on a birthday present for him and the first thing he says to me when we next see each other in-person is how bad his day has been (he did thank me for the gift over text last week (also I’d like to be perfectly clear: this was not a gift given with the intent to win him back, as that ship has certainly sailed, it was a gift given with the intent to stop him from always being so down in the dumps over his voice (because any time he felt self-conscious about it, guess who he’d text and guess who’d have to use the same lines over and over again to comfort the guy (I don’t expect people to be perfect, and I understand we’ve all got our hangups, but he’s got a whole therapist)))). I just... people who start nearly every conversation with the intent of spilling their problems irk me. And he had the gall to say today that he doesn’t like going to people with his problems because he hates bringing down their day. HM. It seems as though the self-awareness doesn’t stretch as far as he thinks it does.
It’s not my intention to disparage people. I’m just terribly high-strung at the moment. Second round of midterms, a month until my applications are due, regular assignments on top of that, trying to prepare for my future...
I don’t want to come off like a fair-weather friend. Truly, I don’t. But the guy needs a journal. Maybe not an internet one, that seems like a pretty dumb idea tbh.
So that’s frustrating, and then I’ve got an exam tomorrow [edit, next day: it was just okay, I think the short answers were fine, but the matching was awful (who cares about Haldane’s rule so much that it shows up on two questions??)] and a draft of a paper due and two discussion boards to do because I’m behind and emails to send and two more exams this week and I’m already feeling awful. This Friday can’t come soon enough. And then I’m going to a concert (orchestra lol) this weekend, and a movie next week, and an opera two weekends from now... ah. Just gotta get through this hell of a week.
Today I’m thankful that... I’m thankful for GMM’s Vote Like a Beast web service. It was so useful and so much easier to build my ballot relatively painlessly compared to consulting a newspaper and endless maps. Midterm elections are so important, but the local-ness of it all can for sure be more overwhelming and confusing than the big national elections. And as a college student it would be so easy to just be Too Busy To Vote, but I’m glad I did.
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Dear Diary.
Today has been an awful day. I am so sure that since I’ve been a “swinging Richard” I totally deserve a visit from Karma.
I’ve been such a turd in a punch bowl that I deserve to diminished, minimized and discounted. I had lashed out on another blog and I ridiculed another person for who I worship and adore. I know I’m a douche canoe and I said that, “Karma is going to visit” and I thought it was going to be him. Wrong. I was sadly mistaken and now I’m fucked.
First it was the Hobosexual. Then the infestation. Then the landlord. Next it was job. Add in the fact I’m looking for a therapist who may possibly suggest to me that I just might need medication. After nearly 30 years of being clean, I’m frightened. My other friend is having her issues and I can’t even help her because I can’t seem to get out of my own way. I’m frustrated with two dentists and now I’m the bad guy because I didn’t reach out to them and I know I did. They’re just trying to get through school and I feel like cellophane.
One of the dentists wrote the following: “The patient reported that it is progressively getting better, so we decided to monitor that, and his doctor doesn’t believe it is Bell’s Palsy. Had a conversation with the patient and we decided to monitor when the patient was here last. I informed the situation to my little to resolve the problem. We are trying to bring the patient this Friday but if not, will try to bring the patient as soon as possible to replace the temporary crown. The patient is referred to PG Endo to address the sensitivity and proceed with root canal treatment. This was discussed with the patient and the consultation is scheduled at PG Endo. The treatment plan was discussed with the patient. I will inform regarding the treatment plan again with the patient. In terms of paralysis, I discussed with the patient to monitor the problem and will communicate with the assigned practice coordinators to address the situation if the problem does not resolve/does not get any better after a few days/weeks.” (I digress)
So right now, I’m just so inside my head. I did talk to one of my dentists today while I was driving and it was really very tense because I was crying doing 70mph. I had said I felt diminished because I had to go to the patient advocate person. I did not know what else to do about this situation because in my mind I don’t feel like those guys are talking to each other anymore or about me. The one I spoke to, he was clearly upset with me for being a jerk and a Wannabe Karen. No. He didn’t say that. I did. When I get inside my head, I go to where the darkest shadows cower. Then the ideations begin. I have a difficult time with myself. I know that I am supposed to reach out to someone who could possibly help me but I apparently deflect and ignore the fact that I am clearly in the wrong about everything. I mean I was like eleven years old when I gave the gun to Arthur Bremer to shoot/assassinate George Wallace. That took place in Maryland and I was somewhere else. It’s shit like that that sends me down to the bottom of the ocean. Like Shelley Winters, I swam as best as I possibly could and like Leonardo, Kate will push me off. Sadly no Saline Dijon sanging.
This is why I hate my life sometimes. I don’t want you to think for yourself, I’ll do it for you and worry myself into anemia. It’s just what I do. I can give you my best impression of Miranda Priestly and you will absolutely believe it. Meanwhile, like any good recovering Catholic, the joy of self flagellation and guilt does encourage more fucked up thoughts. Before I got on my way I had to take a moment with the committee and verbally speak the words. Not just let them marinate but to listen explore acknowledge and respond to the words coming out of my mouth. In an attempt to make sense of what is going on around me. Not shamed by talking to myself when I’m alone. Sometimes hearing my thoughts, invariably it feels good to hear them coming out. But sometimes it doesn’t make me feel any better about myself either. This is why I keep trying to pound it through your thick skull NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM IN THE VACUUM OF SPACE!!!
I don’t have an off switch but it’s always on. When I smoke a blunt, it slows it down just enough for me to go to sleep and stay asleep. I rarely do it but meditation helps with the noise of anxiety and I will eventually fall asleep. I very rarely know if I dream or not because some people have clarity and will remember their dreams. Not those. 🤦♀️
I am not looking forward to hashing this out with either dentist today but I know that I am going to tell them both that, “You know what. You just may need to explain to me that the hypotenuse of an object such as an isosceles triangle is not the same as the actual sum of the square root of the two sides it to me like I’m a five year old. Yet how does one prepare for a fifteen minute lecture on how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. (I did it and it took me a week to get it done but I did it)
I know I am going to cry again and I just hate that about myself. No tears. No crying. Just start chewing around the ankle area and then you’ll be free of the trap. Shoulders back. Stomach in. Eyes forward. Stiff upper lip. MACH SCHNELL!!! Left Right Left. Just as I did that one time in the snow. I walked to the train station, just about a mile plus, from an Ex-Friend’s house. The snow was nearly blinding me, what had fallen previously was now up to my knees and I kept on chanting MARCH MARCH MARCH. Eventually I got on the train and went home. I’m a whiny little bitch. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!
#dear diary#i wrote this for me#lgbtq#bipolar depression#inside my mind#my words#my writing#no your not the only one#pity party#ramblings
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2.3.23 Friday
6:55 am Punch-in! But 7am now :
Good Morning!
I was with kuya Jor... The pepsi guy was on the 2nd line Kuya OJ, I forgot to take our picture. Kuya OJ was wearing his Pepsi Jacket of "eat bulagah" the rapist issue act of the 3 eggs....
7:16 am
Morning routine on going...
8:27 am
Mommy Adnil still eating her breakfast and I texted Ms Enaoj if I can use their car here, that car here is just there most of the time in their garage...
I just texted her to ask a permission... Ms Enaoj told me it's the car of her brother Bojo. I said Bojo Molina the actor? Just a joke to relax the conversation...
I said it is ohkay Ms Enaoj,just asking and just a "harmless act".
Other employer they will give a car or let their extra car be used by their trusted caregiver... Most specially the upper family, I mean much more wealthier family. No malice, just explaining here...
Most specially their location it is kinda weird and far from the main gate...Other much more upper wealthier employer sometimes they will bring their caregiver on the main road...
Life is a case by case... It depends on the set-up and capacity of your employer or it depends on the deal. The freebies or good about being a caregiver.
10:35 am
Looking at Mommy Adnil's younger picture, she is petite but her face looks like a tall woman... She is really a teacher but her younger face looks like a "Flight Attendant'...
Let's wait for awhile angels, before I can post her pictures here... Hoping for her fast recovery...
12:14 noon
Lunch time... Done, doing her half-bath...
Mommy Adnil lunch meal for now...
12:50 noon
Done,eating lunch me and mommy Adnil...
I still have this fucking windblow cult of Manaloz...16 years!
This fucking cult made me feel jealous and I don't know if they will help me or just pulling me down since 2007...
I still have dream to buy starbucks everyday... Longing to have events in life... I wanna see donkey & camel...
I misses having attention....This windblow trap, what are their plan on me, since 2007...
I feel old, fat and ugly...I wanna meet good,upper people, people that can lift me...
1:30 pm
Probably you deserve this...
youtube
1:45 pm
In a lil while will feed the dogs...
It is reverse... :( Some lines are for you...Some lines are for me... Sometimes, love can't stay if you take so much more than I can give...
9:39 pm
I'm a good person and I'm really a concern citizen and I'm a good friend...
It is just really weird that I went to this Pal employer accidentally thru Anid...
Anid and I we went to the same caregiving school... It is just weird... I just hate being damaged on my professionalism and me as a concern citizen...
If I knew from the start that Ms Enaoj is working in PAL, I will never go in or will never go there...
But suddenly the care for Mommy Adnil it just flow naturally... We texted awhile ago me and Ms Enaoj and it sounds she didn't like my text...
Just for the record Mommy Adnil is still having awareness, no dementia! But seeing things lately it was a nature evil spirit and it is happening in this world as sign of warning...
As suma cumlaude of Nightingale Mommy Adnil doesn't have dementia. She is caring but sometimes full of spice... She is good-natured but if she is part of any movement or her way of protecting Ms Enaoj is just a sign of her being a mother...Like a mother hen... She can be evil as well...
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