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Aemond,after he came back from the Stormlands: “I accidentally killed our nephew and started a war.What do we do now?”
Aegon:
#mother fucker threw a party#hes so unserious#like pleeeeease#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd spoilers#house of the dragon spoilers#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#vaghar#arrax#dance of the dragons#meme#got meme#hotd meme
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Her Party Girl
Rhea Ripley X Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Rhea has her way with you after you misbehaved at the club.
WARNINGS: 18+, SMUT, Aggressive Language, Slapping, Spanking, Orgasm Denial. Edging, Brief mention of implied Choking, Strap-On, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy Kink, and a teensy bit of fluff as a treat.
WORD COUNT: 3,230
A/N: Just a little something I threw together last night. This is literally my first fic please don't kill me if it's dogshit!!!
Everyone knew you had a reputation. Headlines seemingly popped up nearly every week about what sort of trouble you got caught up in the night before. You didn’t care about whatever the news said, they didn’t matter to you. You had convinced yourself Rhea didn’t care either, she hadn’t brought it up so you figured you were in the clear.
Rhea began getting fed up with your behavior about a month prior. She was sick of the near-daily drunk calls in the middle of the night while she was away. It killed her not knowing exactly where you were and who you were with. One thing about Rhea is that she is a possessive mother fucker.
Rhea came to the conclusion she needed to keep her eye on you as much as possible to calm her worries. She was currently on a WWE Live tour and had you flown into the city she was in.
For weeks Rhea kept you under a lock and key but recently she had been more lenient. She didn’t care for the bars and party scene but the constant begging got to her, she had to give in at some point.
The two of you made a deal, you were allowed to party only if Rhea was with you and only if she could have her way with you right after.
Tonight Rhea had just lost a match with Becky, and she was fuming. As soon as she left the ring she bolted backstage shoving past fellow wrestlers and crew to get to her tiny locker room. You were there waiting for her but as soon as you saw Rhea slam the door open you knew something was wrong.
“Jesus Christ, Rhea baby, what's wrong?” You questioned as you stood up from the couch, examining the woman's demeanor.
“She fucking pinned me!” Rhea shouted at you. You knew not to touch her when she was pissed but you couldn’t help yourself. You draped your arms over Rhea’s neck as you told her “Hey hey it's okay…it’s not a serious deal, it’s just one little show. I need you to calm down baby.”
“Rhea Ripley doesn’t fucking lose, especially not to goddamn Becky Lynch!” Rhea yelled at you while grabbing both of your arms with a painful grip. You knew she couldn’t help it… she was naturally aggressive. Ignoring the pain she was causing you, you sat her down on the couch and removed your arms from her neck. Rhea slowly let go of the hold she had on your arm.
You let Rhea compose herself before handing her the pile of her streetwear. Rhea slipped into her jeans and threw on an unbuttoned tee over her sports bra before slouching back into the couch.
“How about we go out and take all that stress off your shoulders,” You offered whilst packing up Rhea’s bags.
Of course, you wanted Rhea to let loose by getting a few drinks in her but you selfishly needed an excuse to go get plastered.
“Absolutely not. I’m not dealing with that nonsense tonight.” She scorned as you found your way onto her lap. “I got all dolled up for you, are you really gonna make me sit in a hotel room all night?.” You pouted in return.
“I said no.” Rhea sternly raised her voice at you. She gave you a toughened stare trying to pick apart your thoughts.
You figured out Rhea’s kryptonite, one simple word. Over the past several months of your relationship, you took note of Rhea’s behavior shift after using one particular word. Tonight you wanted to abuse the hell out of that word.
“Oh, but Mami I know you’ll have so much fun…” You whined in her ear, her hands gripping at your sides the moment you let that word out of your mouth.
Rhea shot a look at you, letting out a heavy breath. She had caved and you knew it. “I guess I can make some time for you baby…tonight only.” Rhea hummed out. She was pissed about going out…but that damn word…it did things to her. You pecked her lips innocently knowing you got exactly what you wanted.
After the two of you dropped Rhea’s bag off at the hotel you dragged her to a nearby club down the street. You had wasted no time ordering a shot of tequila as well as Rhea’s go-to, a neat whiskey. You ushered Rhea to a small booth right near the dance floor. Rhea kept quiet and stayed in her seat trying to enjoy her whiskey while you made multiple trips to the bar ordering an array of drinks over the span of forty minutes.
You pulled out your phone, snapping a picture of Rhea as she examined the club around her. “Oh c’mon,” She grouched. “You look like you want to kill everyone in here, it's a little sexy,” You joked before adding “I’ll be right back.”
“Alright that’s enough you don’t need anymore.” She snapped at you as you came back to the table with two shots of vodka. You pouted as you handed her one of the shots “Are you gonna come dance with me Mr. Grumpy Pants?” Rhea shot you a glare and shook her head as she shooed you away. “Your loss, Mami.” You teased before downing your shot and walking out to the dance floor.
You knew Rhea was eye fucking you while you were out dancing so you made sure to put on a show for her. You “accidentally” lifted your skirt to show the bottom half of your ass knowing no matter how pissed the woman acted she was going insane for you.
Just several minutes later a man approached you asking if you’d like to take a shot with him and his buddies. You knew Rhea would put you through hell if she saw you drinking anymore but she was occupied closing your tab. It was a free shot of course you had to take it. You went up to the end of the bar and had one last shot. But the second your shot glass hit the table you knew you had fucked up.
Rhea was storming towards you looking more furious than ever. She stole your hand and started dragging you out of the club, making sure to shove her shoulder into the guy who had offered you a drink. “Oh c’mon! You expect me to say no to a free drink?! I was saving you money!! ” You blurted out once you got to the street. You were practically running as you tried to keep up with the woman as she led you back to your hotel without saying one word.
The second the door to your room had latched, Rhea drove you against the nearest wall leaving virtually no space between the two of you. “You think you're so cute whoring yourself out for drinks from strangers don't you?” She snarled inches from your lips. You kept your mouth shut as you dozed off staring into Rhea’s deep blue eyes.
“Answer me you fucking slut.” She demanded as she delivered a slap across your left cheek. In return, you just smirked making sure to not make a sound. That smile of yours drove Rhea insane, she lost all control as she shoved her lips onto yours whilst backing you up to the edge of the bed.
Rhea had shoved you down onto the bed before immediately connecting your lips again. You matched every sloppy movement the buff woman made. “I’m gonna ruin you whether you like it or not you little brat.” She whispered, trailing her lips down to your neck. Her lips attacked your neck as she left multiple bites causing you to let out a series of whines.
While Rhea spent her sweet time focusing on your neck her hands found themselves tugging off your shirt and discarding it on the floor. Once she had discovered you weren't wearing a bra she pulled away. “What a slut…couldn’t even cover yourself up this morning.” She commented as she admired your top half.
Rhea lowered herself to your chest, licking right across your nipple as a moan escaped your mouth. She knew she was driving you insane as she lapped her tongue in circles around your nipples. As you squirmed underneath her touch she managed to yank your skirt off.
A whiny moan left your mouth once Rhea’s thumb began making circles over your clit, the fabric of your flooded panties adding even more pleasure. “So soaked for me already hm, you’ve been wanting Mami all night haven’t you,” Rhea snarled, leaving you speechless. You knew you were in deep shit and you were paying for the actions that happened just twenty-five minutes ago.
As soon as Rhea knew she had you folding under her touch she pulled away. She stood up between your legs as she tore off her unbuttoned shirt. “Too bad naughty girls don’t get to be touched,” Rhea fake pouted. She wasn’t going to touch you until you were begging. She needed to hear your pleading.
Rhea’s full frame stood at the edge of the bed stalking your every move. Your right hand snaked down your stomach before being swatted away by Rhea. A whimpered “Please” broke your silent streak. Rhea bent over your face, her warm breaths melting your skin “Oh baby I’m nowhere even near started and I already have you so worked up. Poor thing…it’s gonna take a lot more than a pathetic please before I touch you.” She whispered before standing upright again.
“Please! I need you to touch me!” You crashed out. Rhea gave you a look of pity mixed with anger, you knew she wanted more. “I’ll be such a good girl for you!! I just need your touch!” You earned a simple smirk from Rhea.
“Mami!” You cried out in frustration. There it was, exactly what she was looking for. “I’ll do anything Mami! Please!!! Touch me Mami!” You whined.
The grin on Rhea’s face grew larger. “Mmm what a naughty girl you are.” Rhea huffed out
“Now tell me what you want from Mami,” She said, kneeling down right in front of your core that was near the edge of the bed. “Your mouth Mami!” You begged.
Rhea looked up at you as she planted a kiss on your clothed clit. “You want Mami’s mouth right here don’t you?” She teased, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. “Right there!” You cried before Rhea pulled your panties off in a swift motion causing you to let out a gasp at the sensation of the cold air against your wetness.
Rhea needed to taste you as much as you needed her tongue in between your folds. But Rhea wasn’t done teasing you, not yet. She enjoyed hearing your whimpers as she kissed and licked stripes over your inner thighs. “Please Mami, I need your mouth. I’ll be such a good girl for you!” You pleaded as she drove you insane.
“Pathetic little girl.” Rhea taunted under her breath before finally diving her tongue between your folds. She kept her eyes looking up at you, she loved seeing how much she satisfied you.
Rhea’s tongue slipped right into your entrance as her nose rested on your clit. All you could spit out were yelps and moans. Rhea had gone back to tracking her tongue up and down your center.
She slipped her middle finger into you causing you to let out a string of moans. Once you had gotten a feel for her finger, Rhea knew you would want more and that's exactly why she pulled her finger out. You cried out her name begging to be touched again.
She hadn't forgotten the little stunt you pulled earlier and she wasn't gonna let you forget either. She pulled herself up off the floor and hovered her face over yours, placing her clothed leg right against your core. “I need you,” You cried out. “You were being such a naughty girl earlier. Mami thinks you need to be punished for that.” She menacingly said before flipping you onto your stomach.
You pushed your ass up in the air knowing exactly what you were in for. Rhea delivered a slap to your ass just before you sharply gasped. You heard the sound of Rhea’s belt being slipped out of her jeans. “No no no!!! Mami please no! It won’t happen again I swear!!” You wailed.
The woman just ignored you as she slashed her belt down on your soft skin causing you to scream out. “Count.” She demanded. Rhea made you count all ten lashings she gave you. She had you braindead between each lashing she gave you.
“Such a good girl for Mami, now let me see your pretty little pussy.” Rhea declared while flipping you over and spreading your legs. The large woman kneeled back down before attacking your clit with her tongue, sending shock waves through your spine.
You covered your mouth to quiet the moans coming from you as she devoured you. Rhea slipped two of her fingers into you while using her other hand to pull your hand away from your mouth. “I want this whole floor to hear how good I’m treating you baby.” She hummed against your clit whilst curling her fingers inside you.
Rhea knew all of your weak spots and she made sure they didn't go unnoticed. As her tongue piercing rocked over your clit back and forth you were about to come undone. “Mami I’m gonna cum!” You howled before Rhea growled out, “No you’re not angel, you’re gonna be a good girl and wait until you get permission.” Rhea slipped her fingers out of your hole as she stood up.
“Please Mami I need you, you make me feel so go-” You were interrupted by Rhea's lips crashing onto yours as her fingers found their way back into you. You took a hold of her midnight hair tugging at her roots, in return Rhea let out muffled groans into your mouth. It drove her crazy whenever you pulled on her hair, she would never admit it but it was obvious by her responses.
Rhea felt your walls tighten around her curling her two fingers, she pulled her thumb up to your clit beginning to drag circles around your bud. You were a drunk mess under her, your breath getting heavier.
As you were nearly unable to control your orgasm you were hit with that same feeling of defeat you felt moments ago as Rhea had yet again pulled away from your touch. All you could was cry out praying for her to touch you again. You knew you pissed her off but this was borderline tortuous.
“You poor thing,” Rhea fake pouted, chuckling as she walked towards your suitcase. Rhea knew you would bring her strap, she shoved her way around your suitcase for a moment before pulling it out. Rhea made her way towards you before removing her jeans and boyshorts.
You bucked your hips up into the air watching her put her strap on. “So needy,” She smirked, “You want to cum all over my cock don’t you baby…”
“I need to cum on your cock!! Mami please let me cum on your cock!” You pleaded.
Rhea just had to tease you one last time as she repeatedly put her tip in, pulling it out right after.
Once the buff woman was satisfied with your series of cries and whimpers she slowly filled you up. You let out a string of moans and cusses as Rhea took a firm grip of your thighs and began thrusting slowly. “Mhm-taking Mami’s cock so good baby.” She hummed, taking in your view.
As you started rocking your hips against her thrusts she began to pick up her speed. Rhea knew you liked it when she fucked you hard but she would always make sure you were fully ready for her cock. Your moans and Rhea’s coos echoed in the bare hotel room.
She took hold of your hips as she was thrusting to a speed the both of you clearly went crazy for. Rhea’s main focus was always pleasuring you but tonight the pressure Rhea felt on her core with every thrust was sending her over the edge. She wanted to cum with you.
“Mami,” You whimpered, rocking your hips up and down as her hands trailed around your neck and chest.
“Shhhh…soon baby.” She reassured, lowering her chest to yours, you tugged at her sports bra signaling you wanted her to remove it.
Rhea threw her bra across the room as her thrusts were becoming faster and more sloppy. The two of you were a moaning and groaning mess.
Rhea wrapped her hand around the base of your throat. Hovering over you she muffled out “Now are you gonna be a good girl for me from now on.” Her words were more of a demand rather than a question and you knew if you didn’t answer you wouldn’t be able to cum for the next month.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna be such a good girl for you!” You squealed out moaning. “Please Please Please Mami!” You begged once again.. You both couldn’t hang on much longer as each thrust grew sloppier.
“Go ahead baby, I want you to cum all over Mami’s cock.” Rhea urged you to finally let go.
The two of you slurred out profanities as the both of you let go of all your built up tension. Sloppy kisses were exchanged as the both of you rode out your orgasms. ”Such a pretty girl,” Rhea whispered right in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
A final wail left our mouth as Rhea pulled out of you. Rhea swiped her finger across the strap stealing a sample of your cum before licking her finger clean. She helped you sit up at the edge of the bed before getting another pile of your sweetness on the pad of her thumb.
“Open up sweet girl” She requested, you obeyed opening your mouth before sucking Rhea's finger clean. Rhea stood over you as she licked her teeth. “God baby you’re making me want to fuck you all over again.” She teased leaving you giggling. Rhea got a warm rag and began carefully cleaning you up then began cleaning herself up.
Rhea plopped herself onto the bed pulling you to lay on her chest. Your aftercare was one of the most important things to Rhea, she knew she was rough on you so she always made time to hold you close to her never wanting you to feel like just a toy for her. The two of you silently admiring each other's faces from inches away, admiring the intricacies of eyes, combing fingers through hair, tracing invisible shapes on arms. Little kisses were littered across each other's faces. It was just the two of you, no clothes, no music, no distractions, maybe some smeared makeup but hey you can’t deny how attractive her in-ring makeup was all smeared.
“You’re gonna be so hungover in the morning,” Rhea broke the silence with her sly comment. “And you’re gonna be the one taking care of me so I guess I’m the winner here!” You nudged her arm leaving her sarcastically rolling her eyes.
The both of you fell back into your comfortable silence. You could stay in her arms forever. No matter what wringer she put you through she was your home.
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JUST FOUND OUT THIS PLAGUE DOCTER MOTHER FUCKER CAME FROM THE RED DEATH STORY BY EDGER ALLEN POE!!
I WAS GONNA GIVE HIM A BF BASED ON THE RED DEATH! HAD A SICK ASS IDEA FOR A SPECTER AND EVERTHING BUT NOPE!!
Your telling mister “you make me sick” threw parties!? No no I refuse!
I’m still making him a bf based on the red death depiction in the movie the raven tho no one is stoping me!
#artists on tumblr#nevermore webcomic#nevermore webtoon#nevermore prospero#edger allen poe#the masque of the red death
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JumpScare ( Rhea Ripley X Reader One-shot)
Okay, i know i said i was not going to any one-shot's yes and i was going to start small, but its the spooky season and this came to mind with it being Halloween and with the Five Night's At Freddy's movie coming out, (anyone excited for that btw!?) so bare with me. As always criticism and tips are appreciated and happy reading everyone!! ❤️❤️
Warning's: Short and rhea being a dick....and not in that way...ya weirdo's
-No one's pov-
"Oh god, why did i have to do this to myself!?" you said to yourself as you had the Five Night's At Freddy's (1) game opened and ready to go. Deciding to give it a shot since the first couple of game's were on sale for Halloween you thought "why not?" now you regret this decision.
"Okay, deep breath. First night should be fine right?! It's after that i gotta worry, you got this!" You hyped yourself up as you clicked 'New Game' and Night One 12:00 AM flashed across your screen. "Okay here we go."
-Meanwhile downstairs-
Rhea deiced to take a brake after cleaning up the house a bit, Considering you did it alot while she was on the road. She told you "Go find something to do love, let me clean for you, you've done enough." To which you kissed her on the cheek and thanked her multiple times while practically sprinting up the stairs.
Now here she was sitting on the couch with Barry's head in her lap, and Luna lounging around on the other side of the couch. Scrolling through her phone trying to find something to entertain herself during this mini break she was having.
"AHH!" You mother fucker!!" She heard coming from upstairs. She raised her eyebrow as she shot a look at the dogs, who obviously heard you considering both there head's and ear's were perked up and listening closely now.
"You fucken rabbit! Fuck off please I need the power!!!" She heard again. She chuckled to herself as she deiced to see what you were up to.
She slowly and as quietly as possible crept up the stair's and peered into your work room. She saw you playing....Five Night's At Freddy's!? She never knew you were into the games, let alone willing to PLAY them, but then she saw how tense you were and decided to have a bit of fun.
So as slowly and as quietly as she could she crept over, As Chica appeared at the door causing you to close it. "Great the gang's all here!! Now it's a party!! Go away!!!" You shouted basically at the monitor.
Rhea had to cover her mouth to stifle her laugh, as it would've blow her cover. She almost didn't scare you cause she felt bad. Almost.
"Oh come on 6 AM, Im almost out of power!" Rhea looked over to the top left side of the screen and saw 'Power 1%'. She waited for the right moment. 'Power 0%' all of the lights in the game went out and the door's opened.
"RAHHHHGGG!!!" "AHHHHH!!!!" You quickly spun around in your chair and threw your headphones off as you felt someone grab your shoulder's, only to find your lovable eradicator standing there dying of laughter.
"OH MY GOD!!! HA! HA! HA! THAT WAS GREAT!!!! SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!! HA! HA!" She wiped a tear from her eye as you pouted and crossed your arms as your turned red from embarrassment.
"Your such a dick for that Rhea!" You smacked her arm, to which just giggled from it, trying not to laugh anymore. You then saw her eye's look behind you towards you monitor. "Im sorry babe, but i dont think your making it out of that one."
You looked behind you to see Freddy's face flashing in the doorway. You threw your hands up in aggravation and plopped back down into your chair. "Aw great you fucken bear, just killed me and get it over with!"
When the lights flickered off, you braced yourself for the jumpscare. Which never came cause you could hear the music start to play and your screen showed 5:59 AM switch to 6:00 AM.
You quickly squealed in excitement and hugged rhea as well, and who was she to reject one of your hug's? As you pulled away and looked at her. "I did it! i did it!!" You then proceeded to start doing a mini happy dance.
"What night was that anyways?" You paused your dancing as rhea asked that. "Uhhhhh....well you see.." Your screen flashed, '12:00 AM 2nd Night'.
Rhea just stared at you with a look of amusement and was about to say something when you pointed at her. "Not. A. Word." And sat back down in your chair and put your headset back on to try and beat the 2nd night.
You quickly looked to your left to see rhea pull up a spare chair and sit next to you to watch you play. You gave her a look of confusion and gratitude as you didn't have to suffer this alone.
When she looked at you and saw the look you were giving her, all she said was. "Ah i owe you, since i was a dick and scared you." She gave you a big smile. Which gave right back before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and then quickly turn back to the game to try and beat the 2nd night.
Now you just had to figure out how to get rhea back for that jumpscare.
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A Little At A Time, Part 6
Summary: How is yours and Andy’s relationship?
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, size kink, domestic kink, a bit of a breeding kink, slight dumbification, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.8K
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He didn’t know what you would be like. Would you run away and be scared? Would you be overly clingy? He knew nothing. But what he did know with every soft touch to your perfectly rounded ass you would snuggle in closer to his chest. You released the sweetest whimpers when he would kiss on your forehead.
Your body was craving him, and Andy liked it a bit too much. He never considered himself to be touch starved until this moment. It was a need for him to touch you, and care for you. A need to keep you safe and satiated. But he couldn’t predict how you would react when you weren’t slightly buzzed. When you came to and realized what had transpired between the two of you. He could hope that things would continue down the current path, but he just didn’t know.
You looked amazing naked in his bed. No space separated the two of you. One date and Andy was completely wrapped. He supposed he had been since you were looking for ice cream, and needed his help. And the absolute animalistic feeling he had knowing that you had only felt him almost gave him a high. This detail was spared by you until it was too late, but you didn’t seem to mind. Had he known he would have kissed over your entire body. Tasted your virgin cunt, and savored every bit of your honey. Staring up at your blissed out face as me makes you come on his tongue and fingers before you ever felt the stretch of his cock.
It was almost cruel to you that you didn’t get treated special. And then you hum in your sleep, a smile spreading across your face. You were comfortable. He didn’t know your full story, had never seen where you grew up, but he wanted to know everything. Wanted to protect you from anyone that would hurt you, and was willing to change his location if you didn’t want to stay in Boston. He knows it’s extreme, but if you would have him, he would go where you needed to be.
“Andrew Barber!” He frowns as you scoot further down the bed and away from him. Rolling over to your belly, and your ass pokes up the blanket, but you were no longer using him as a pillow.
“Andy!” Andy was in a trance, and ignoring the beating coming from the door as he tries to figure out a way to get you back on his body without waking you up. The slow breathing of your sleeping form was making him more relaxed than he has ever felt in awhile.
“Andrew Stephan Barber if you don’t open this fucking door and tell me where my cousin is no one will ever be able to find your body! Open the fucking door!”
“Oh, shit,” Andy groans, crawling out of the bed to slip on some sweatpants and a hoodie. Dragging his feet to the door when Poppy bursts into the house. “Good morning, Pops.”
“Where the hell is she? She didn’t come home, and you’re just standing there looking like you just got out of bed. Where is…” Poppy sniffs a few times, looking into the house and finding a few of your discarded clothes before smacking Andy on the arm.
The man complains a moment as he rubs on the tender area, “It smells like fucking sex in here. What did you do?”
“You know, your cousin is an adult, and what she does in her consensual free time is her business.”
“You mother fucker! You slept with her, didn’t you? Andy, I told you she was special. You don’t get to cram your dick in her to fill your need to be the conqueror. She…where is she?”
“If you could lower your voice, that would be great. She is asleep in my bed,” Poppy starts stomping through the house that she had only been at once. The one time Andy tried to be the cool guy and threw a party only for him to kick everyone out. “Poppy! She’s,” Poppy slings open the bedroom door, and there you are curled up tighter than you were before. You were cold, and needed his warmth, but that soft smile was still printed on your face.
“She looks happy,” Poppy whispers, and Andy reaches to close the door, guiding Poppy back down the hallway. “She was naked, wasn’t she?”
“She fell asleep not long afterwards. She was exhausted, and tired. She’s still in one piece. Now, if you could, I would like to make me and my girlfriend some breakfast.”
“How could you sleep with her after one date knowing she was a virgin?”
“I didn’t know. She didn’t tell me, but I did let her lead this. Even without knowing I could tell she was inexperienced, I just didn’t know she had no experience. But I’m glad you think so little of me that you would think I would do anything to hurt any woman, especially her. I wish I had known. Things could have been different. Is that what you meant by calling her special?” Poppy nods her head, deciding she wanted you to have every special moment that Andy was going to provide when you woke. Backing up to the door, but looking towards his bedroom one last time.
“Protect her. She believes in love.”
“So do I.”
“Her fiancé was an ass. Thought that her virginity belonged to him, and…it’s not my story, Andy. But she clearly trusts you a lot more than she did him. They were together for three years, and she never had sex with him. I want to trust you. I need to trust you. But I need you to protect her, and her heart. Sex is different for her. She doesn’t…she waited a long time.”
“Sex is different for me, too. I don’t do well with one night stands. I get attached. I wouldn’t have wanted…I don’t want this to be casual with her. Okay? But it’s really weird to be talking about our sex life with you.”
“Girls talk about those things. I’ll probably know your dick size by tomorrow,” Andy’s face falls flat as he stares at Poppy, but she giggles, scratching at her neck. “I’m joking. She’s private about things like that. I don’t know anything about Cole. I didn’t find out until…”
“Pops, I would like for you to leave before she wakes up. I want to spoil her in ways I didn’t get to last night. Let me make her some breakfast.”
“Right. You make her breakfast. You’ve never dated a Georgia peach before.”
“What does that mean?” Poppy walks out the door without another word, leaving Andy to figure out what exactly she meant by that comment. Unsure of how to take that, but he turns on the stove, and places a few pieces of bacon in the fryer.
Trying not to smile when he gathers up a carton of eggs. He couldn’t help the grin that was permanently on his face. He was making breakfast for a beautiful woman that was asleep in his bed. Things already felt different than they did with Laurie. Laurie was so distant and cold with him. You were warm and inviting. You hungered for his touch as much as he did yours.
“You’ve got the stove on too high to fry the bacon,” you giggle, reaching over to turn the burner down, and Andy’s crystal blue eyes look over your body. You didn’t bother with putting on your own clothes, instead you were wearing his white button up. The buttons still as undone as when he took it off, and was opened up quite low down your chest.
Opening up the cabinets, and finding a container of flour has you reaching up, and the shirt rides up even more on your thigh, and he gulps, “What…what are you doing?”
“What are you planning on having with the bacon?”
“Toast.”
“Oh…yeah, toast. Um…what about biscuits?”
“I don’t have a can,” your face lights up, giggling as he steps closer to you. Wrapping a hand around your waist as he pulls you in closer. “What’s so funny about not having a can of biscuits? I’m not far from the market,” your hand runs up his chest, teasing at the zipper, before you pull it down a bit. “I need to be dressed to go to the store.”
“Canned biscuits are not for breakfast. You’re dating a southern woman now.”
“I am, aren’t I?”
“Uh huh, so now, this southern woman is going to have to teach you how to make buttermilk biscuits.”
“I don’t have buttermilk.”
“Do you have milk?” He nods his head. Dipping lower to nip at your neck. “What about vinegar?”
“Yep,” you whimper as his kisses get lower, traveling to your chest.
“Andy, can I make you breakfast first?”
“I was supposed to be making you breakfast,” he doesn’t stop his kisses even as you walk to his fridge. Tsking when you open it up, “What?”
“What…what is this?”
“A fridge for one person. Why? What’s wrong?” His arms still wrapped around you, he looks into the fridge. “What?”
“Oh…you guys do eat weird up here.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Boiled dinner,” snorting, Andy finally backs up from you as you look through his fridge. “Okay, can I make a list of things that we need to get for here? Like…I know we haven’t had the dating talk or anything, but I don’t do the dating around thing. I’m very exclusive and…”
“I don’t want to date around. There’s just you. But you’re wanting to grocery shop for here?” This was moving too fast. You were going to scare quite possibly one of the best things that’s ever happened to you. You were speeding this up, and wanting to pick up where you left things off with Cole, and Andy wasn’t Cole. “I’d like that.”
“Really? You don’t have to say you do, if you don’t. I just really enjoy cooking. I got it from Mamaw. Food is what brings people together, and it helps my hands stay busy, and my mind from racing, and it’s racing this morning, and…” Andy leans forward, slotting his lips against yours for a chaste kiss. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I think whatever it is you’re doing, is working.”
“About last night, I don’t do things like this. Ever.”
“I got that front the fact that you were a virgin,” he leans to give you another soft peck to your lips when you start to nervously talk again. “We had sex. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“It is a big deal though. I never wanted multiple partners. I wanted one. But…it felt right last night.”
“So no regrets?” You shake your head no, your feet shuffle around a bit, and you become even more adorable to him. You wanted to be perfect. You were trying so hard to be what Andy wanted, and you already were. “I don’t need you to be the woman you think I want. I want you. So just be you, and teach me how to make biscuits.”
“You wouldn’t have Crisco would you?”
“No.”
“We need to add that to the list. I guess it'll be butter for these biscuits. Will you put a tablespoon of vinegar in a measuring cup, and then add milk until it reaches one cup?” With a nod of his head, Andy grabs a measuring cup, milk, and vinegar. Creating your concoction of buttermilk while you cut some butter into the flour. Able to spin around, and not forget the bacon as you flip it over. It was like watching a seasoned performer with how at ease you were with everything.
You might not know where everything was in this kitchen, but you flounced around, able to figure it out. Andy sits back smiling as you prepare what was supposed to be a simple breakfast in bed for you. But the way you kept talking and carrying on a conversation, and smiled the entire time let him know this wasn’t a chore for you. You wanted to do this, and took pride in it.
“Usually I use a combination of butter and crisco for the biscuits. These are only made on the weekend though. Mamaw always makes this delicious chocolate gravy for special occasions, and…”
“Wait,” Andy laughs as you bring out the biscuits, smacking at his hand when he tries to grab one, and warning them how they are too hot. “What exactly is chocolate gravy?”
“Well, it’s more of a chocolate sauce, but you would make it similar to a gravy. You gotta have the roux and milk. You pour it over the biscuits like you would a gravy. Chocolate gravy. I think it’s a way to get something sweet on very little money. I think that’s also why it’s made for special occasions. Just to keep things like that.”
As much as Andy wanted to take care of you, you were not allowing him to when it came to the food. You are already grabbing out plates, and plating up the breakfast for the two of you. Conversation still going when you slide his plate of buttered biscuit, bacon, and egg. Nervous that the biscuit wasn’t exactly up to your usual ingredients.
Andy takes a bite of the biscuit, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. An exaggerated exclaim of delight filling the room, “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. No wonder this is a weekend thing.”
“They’re not as sturdy as I would like, but they rose good. See, your little biscuit you made? I told you not to twist the glass. You sealed it, so it couldn’t rise to its potential.”
“I’ll do better next time,” out of all the things that were said between you and Andy, this was your favorite. You had spent so much of the morning worried that this would be the last time. That you wouldn’t get to sleep in his arms again, or even feel his weight over you again.
Finishing up breakfast, Andy reaches over the bar for your plate, “I’ll clean up. You made breakfast, so let me clean it up. I was going to do everything for you this morning. You sabotaged me, and I thank you. That was delicious. Much better than boiled meat or in this case burnt bacon.”
You couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering over his body. Couldn't stop the thirst you had for him. The food had taken precedence. The need to cook for him was too strong, but now that it was done the need to feel him was stronger.
“What?” You ask, when Andy smiles at you. Shyly looking away as your cheeks heat up in flames. You just knew Andy had to feel the warmth that was radiating off your body. Not only had you seen his dick, it was buried so deep in your core, you could still feel him this morning. You never wanted to get used to him. You always wanted this feeling.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” his hand reaches over to you, lifting your chin up, and making you look at him.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yeah, you do. You had sex for the first time last night. How is your body feeling?”
“I’m a little bit sore, but fine,” you sputter out. Licking your lips because you didn’t care how your body felt, you knew exactly what you wanted, and it was more of Andy.
“How are you emotionally feeling? Can you tell me what you want from me?”
“I want things to continue how they’ve been going. I want to go on more dates, and I want to keep talking to you, and kissing you, and I want to keep having sex with you.”
“Is that an invitation for right now?”
“Yes,” your eyes drift upwards with him as he stands up. Stalking over towards you before he lifts you up on the counter. Using his wide body to spread your legs, and his nose runs over your neck. Lips ghosting on your sensitive skin as your breathing shakes. Fingers going to his zipper as you pull it all the way down. Letting Andy shake it off his body, and his fingers start undoing every single button on his shirt.
Pulling your legs out further, and your ass nearly off the counter. His hips grind into your core, and he chuckles on your skin, “You didn’t bother putting anything else on before walking out of the bedroom?”
“You were going to burn the bacon, and I…I wanted to see you, and repeat last night.”
“Well, this time,” he begins as he kisses down your body. Flicking his shirt off you, and sucks on your nipple as he looks up at you. Moaning as your fingers weave through his hair, and he moves his mouth to the other tit, giving this nipple a nip, and sucking on it as he pulls off and makes a loud pop, “This time I’m taking my time. Don’t keep important things like that from me, okay?”
“Okay,” you breathlessly answer as he continues down your body. Missing your weeping cunt as he kisses up your thighs. Ghosting his lips over your puffy folds, and those pale blue eyes were looking right up at you. “Andy, oh!”
Sinking fully to his knees, he throws your legs over his shoulders, staring at your delectable pussy. “She’s only seen me, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well,” flattening his tongue, he swipes up the length of your slit, moaning at your taste. Sliding a finger into your warmth. No wonder you had tears in your eyes. You were the sweetest little thing, and so tight. You wince a bit when he adds a second finger, and he slows his movements. “Are you on anything?”
“No. No, I haven’t really…oh god. Andy!”
“You are a sensitive little thing. Do you trust me to pull out? Or would you prefer me to use a condom?”
“Pull out,” you whine watching as he takes another taste of your sweet juices. “Andy…there’s something I’ve got to tell you. Oh!” Your head leans back as you stare up at the ceiling. Eyes clenching closed when his lips circle around your clit. His fingers scissoring inside of you as your walls clench around him almost as tight as your thighs were surrounding his head.
Nibbling at your clit has you gushing over his fingers, and you try fruitlessly to grab onto the counter. “Andy!” Starting to pump his thick digits into your wet heat, you scream out nonsense. Only his name was audible, and you sobbed it out like a needy prayer. Your vision goes blurry as you come over his fingers again. Sounds of your ridiculously wet pussy echoing into the kitchen.
Andy stands up, keeping your legs spread as he spits down into your hole, “What?” You sit up, looking at his chest that was glistening with your juices, “What was that?”
“Never made such a mess have you,” he smirks, pulling down his sweats. His cock springs up, and you wonder how you ever fit that veiny girth inside of you. If it wasn’t for the tenderness in your cunt, you would think it was all a dream. “Have you ever came like that before? Squirting out in your release?”
“No,” holding himself at the base of his thick length, he slaps it over your clit. Running it through your folds to lube himself up. “Andy, I want to feel. I want you all the way in there.”
Laying his cock over your mound, he lets you visually see how deep he’s going to be when fully sheathed, and you gulp, “How about we work our way to that?”
“Yeah,” your voice goes up an octave as he slides down to your hole. Going only two inches inside of you as he pumps into your tight channel. “Yeah!”
“You like that? You want me deeper?” You give him a head nod, and he goes in a few more inches, and still more of his shaft remains to fit in there. You were drenched, and soaking his dick in the process. His silky skin was shining with your slick, and you became addicted to the way he looked pumping into you, “You like the way it looks?” He asks, grinning when you watch him stretch out your tender hole.
“Yeah. Yeah,” the room was spinning, and it was overwhelming. You were just now reacting, and was a bit of a babbling mess. Letting your body take over when you can't form sentences. “Oh god, all the way. Please? All…all of you!”
Grabbing onto your waist, he slowly slides balls deep, and your back arches up off the counter. He stops his movement as you get adjusted to the intrusion. Your pussy was throbbing around him, and you were making the most beautiful sounds. Barely touching your clit, you whine out his name, and your legs start to tremble beside him.
Your juices leak around him, and he can’t help, but smile. You were sensitive. Completely dumb and drunk off his cock, and able to come only from his full length seated deep into your womb. His hand rubs over the bulge in your belly as you start to come back down from your high. Sitting yourself up on your elbows when you look at where the two of you connect. You would never tire of this.
“You see this?” He asks, rubbing over that bulge, and you nod your head. Andy pulls himself out of you fully, and crashes back in. Reveling in your squelching pussy and spent voice. “That’s how deep I am, see?”
“Oh, god. Oh! Oh!”
“That's all you can say? You getting all dumb on my cock,” he starts to take it back, but you give him a pout, nodding your head. “You like being a dumb baby for my cock?”
“It feels so good,” Andy sets a steady pace of thrusting into you. Letting you watch that bulge appear and disappear on your belly. No one had ever been closer to you. No one had ever felt what Andy was feeling, and you didn’t want anyone else to feel that. Didn’t want anyone else to stretch you out, or pant above you.
Andy was perfection. Even though he was taking your breath away, and causing a bit of discomfort, the pleasure outweighed everything. You didn’t care that he was so deep that his balls were slapping up against you. You wanted him like this forever. Could have him situated inside of you for the rest of the day.
Clinging to his arms, Andy hisses, and leans over your body. His hands go behind your back as he lifts you up off the counter. Didn’t even want to waste a second not inside of you as he carries you into the bedroom. Turning around so he can fall onto his back and those thick hands run up and down your thighs.
“Andy, I don’t know what to do.”
“Just…just make yourself feel good. I’m perfectly fine just like this,” staring down into his eyes you start grinding over him. Letting your clit run over his skin and you whimper, starting to move faster, “There ya go. There’s a good girl. Keep…yeah, just like that. Just. Like. That.”
Moving your hands to his chest, you start bouncing over him, and the way his jaw goes slack, and a guttural moan moves up his chest makes you want to lose control again. Moving up and down his shaft faster, and faster. “Ah, shit,” Andy grunts, knocking you to your back. Starting to rut into you before he pulls his cock out of you, and spurts his hot cum up your stomach.
“Fuck!” He groans as more ribbons of spunk paint your skin. “Fuck…fuck that was amazing.”
“Uh huh,” your dainty little fingers play in his mess before bringing it up to your mouth, and you taste the musky heaven of Andy Barber.
“I know this is early, but…fuck, I’m obsessed with the way you feel around me.”
“Good. The feeling is mutual. Well, I’m obsessed with feeling you deep inside of me.”
“I kinda stopped you earlier,” Andy deeply breathes, walking into the bathroom. His cute little ass looked better in the daylight. Bringing a warm washcloth back in there, he gently starts cleaning you up before moving on to your stomach. “Why don’t we just take a bath? I’ve got a big tub, and I’m sure your muscles will feel better after that.”
“Okay,” Andy extends a hand down to you, and pulls you up. Leading you into the bathroom where he turns on the water. Helping you into the tub before crawling in opposite of you. He always wanted to look at you. There was definitely an added glow to you. And he couldn’t help but to pet over your heated skin. He was never close enough to you.
“What were you going to tell me?”
“I date to marry. I’m not saying we’ve got to get married, I’m saying I don’t want to waste either of our time.”
“I want to get married again.”
“Good. Um…I want kids.”
“As do I.”
“That’s good, but…I never even told my fiancé this, because I think deep down I knew I was never going to actually marry him. But…I don’t have regular periods. Only one of my ovaries works properly. The other has a lot of scar tissue, and…it’s not impossible, but it’s…it’ll be harder for me to get pregnant naturally. I’m only ovulating about every other month, and this is something that I’ve dealt with for a long time, and it’s been so personal to me, and…”
“Shh,” he pulls you into his lap, letting your legs wrap around him as he softly caresses your back. “I’m glad you trust me with those fears. I can’t imagine what it was like to deal with all that noise in your head alone.”
“I just…I’m not saying we have to get married or that we will or won’t, but…I’m investing in this relationship fully. You deserve to know since you want kids.”
“There’s adoption. There’s surrogacy, and fertility treatments of all kinds, but sweetheart, we’ve gone on one date. Let’s enjoy this part of our relationship, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper, kissing over his freckled shoulder. This was almost more intimate than the sex. Three years, and you and Cole would have never done this without him trying to have sex. “It also means you don’t have to be so careful.”
Andy’s chuckles rumble in his chest, and he pulls you away from him, “I really like seeing you painted with my cum. And one day, I’ll see it dripping from your swollen pussy. Right now, I just want to listen to you talk some more though. Let’s just be together at the moment.”
And that is what you did. You were just together. Random kisses in between talking, laughs, and even the random story from Andy. Touches to each other’s skin that you couldn’t get enough of, and the sweetest smiles. While both you and Andy thought this relationship was moving pretty fast, it was also like you couldn’t get enough of each other. You both wanted to settle in with the other’s lives. Thinking of ways on how you didn’t have to spend too much time apart.
Andy was making a mental note on taking a vacation to Georgia to see where you had grown up. One thing was for certain, he wanted to keep you around. He wanted to make this relationship last. And he hoped you were falling as fast as he was. He hated falling so quickly, but he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to keep this going and going, until you had a ring on your finger, and a belly swollen with him.
You were already shaping up to be better suited for him than Laurie who had a ten year plan before kids were even discussed. Not to mention her desire for other men. And then there was you that couldn’t stop smiling at him. You looked at him like he was the only person in the world. Like no one else mattered but him. This was what he wanted. Someone who appreciated him the way he appreciated them.
And the sex was amazing. Only had been inside of you twice, and you were already molding to him. You had a determination to please him, and you did with very little effort, but you wanted to give him the world. And because of that, you were the one that was going to be getting the world. He would give you your heart’s desire if you asked. But you were the type that wouldn’t ask. He was just going to have to spoil you without being asked. It’s what you deserved.
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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead
Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.
Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Nancy burst through the door and ran straight into the living room where Eddie was sitting on the floor. He was happily playing with Holly, Tews, and Mayhem. It looked like they were having a tea party. Mayhem didn't look too amused that there wasn't anything in her cup. She looked at Holly. Come on, woman, food! Nancy smiled for a moment until the image of Eddie killing Steve popped into her head, and her smile fell. Eddie looked up and grinned, but it fell as quickly as it appeared when he saw the expression on her face. He stood up.
"What happened?" Eddie asked, and everyone's eyes were on her.
Nancy let out sob and threw herself into his arms. Eddie held her into his arms and caressed the back of her head. Steve came up behind her and placed a hand on her lower back. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her mother throw herself into Ted's arms.
"What the hell happened?" Ted asked.
"He's here. Vecna. He was in that house, but he was on the other side, the Upside Down. The bastard went after Nancy. He cursed her," Karen said.
"What?!" Ted exclaimed.
"No," Nancy said, pulling away from Eddie's arms. "He didn't curse me."
"It sure as hell looked like he had," Steve said, his face pale.
"He was trying to send me a message to send El a message," Nancy said. "I'm not sure what it was. He didn't get to finish. He's going to try and reach out to me again. We're going to have to let him."
"Nope! Nope! Absolutely not!" Eddie exclaimed, looking sick.
"He's not going to kill me," Nancy said. "At least not yet."
"What makes you think that?" Max asked.
"Because I think in some weird twisted way, he's in love with me," Nancy said.
"What?!" Eddie and Steve shrieked.
"Well, I mean, I don't think this man or whatever he is is capable of it," Nancy said. "Enamored is probably the most accurate word. Anyway, we have to know what his plan is, so yes, we have to let him make contact when the time comes again."
"Isn't there another way?" Karen asked.
"I'm sorry, but it has to happen. We have to know what his plans are," Nancy said. "He already showed me a glimpse."
"And what if he's lying to you?" Lucas asked.
"He could be, but I don't think so. He thrives of other's pain. He enjoys it. And what he showed me. . . " Nancy sobbed and pressed a hand to her lips. "Four gates opening up across Hawkins until they meet in the middle to form one giant super gate. Four gates. Four chimes. Four victims."
Everyone in the room went silent as they let the information sink in.
"Holy shit," Dustin cursed. "He's creating a psychic connection with his victims to open a gate into our world. Chrissy, Fred, Patrick. . .and now. . ."
"Me, one more to go, and he opens the supergate," Max said, trembling.
"Is it possible. . . ," Nora started to say and bit her lip. "Is it possible that whoever or whatever is doing this is originally from here and is trying to get back home?"
"Shit, that's very likely," Dustin said.
"He did say he had a message for El. Maybe it's someone from the lab," Max said.
"Like another experiment?" Lucas asked, and Max nodded. "Shit."
"Okay, if we're are going to kill this fucker, how are we going to open a gate to get there?" Eddie asked. "I only see visions."
"If he's using his victims to get into our world, then it's possible that the gates are opened right where they died," Dustin said. "Which means there's a gate opened at the Bensons, at the Byers, and now at my house. We have to check it out."
"Look, I know you want to go right now, but it's late, and I'm sure you're all tired," Karen said.
"Look, Holly's fallen asleep in her tea set," Ted said.
Sure enough, Holly had curled up amongst the cups with the cats on either side while she snoozed away.
"Shit. I forgot Holly was in here," Karen said and went to pick her up, which caused her to stir. "Come on, sweetheart."
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Are we all going to die?" Holly asked.
A cold feeling washed over Nancy like someone had just poured water all over her. Everyone in the room looked at Holly. It was quite a startling thing for a little girl to say.
"Not today, sweetheart, go back to sleep," Karen said, her face pale.
"Okay," Holly said and buried her face in her mother's neck as she carried her upstairs.
"Fuck!" Eddie exclaimed and rubbed his face with his hands.
"I highly doubt anyone is going to get any sleep tonight," Steve said. "I mean, except for Holly."
"And highly doubt anyone is going to want to be separated from each other," Ted sighed. "Everyone is welcome to stay here."
"Well, that means a lot coming from you, Ted," Dustin said sarcastically.
"Watch your tone, son," Ted said, without any real heat.
Sue and Charles took the guest room. Lucas, Max, Erica, and Dustin took Mike's room. Robin was happy to share the living room with her parents. Nancy, Steve, and Eddie would be sleeping in her old room. Lily and Agent Stinson would be taking shifts to watch over them. Before Nancy moved to follow her boyfriends, Max stopped her.
"Nancy, would it still be okay if I joined your little sessions?" Max asked.
"Of course, you were always welcome," Nancy said.
"What do you guys do there anyway?" Max asked.
"Well, sometimes we talk, sometimes we just sit there and enjoy each other's company. It's whatever we decide on. Sometimes, we scream, and sometimes, we break things. We go to the junkyard for that. A lot of times, it's just us venting, and we talk about what we write in our journals," Nancy said. "We even talk about our most darkest thoughts, and there's no judgment. We just make sure that we're not alone. Oh! And we also do drawing and coloring nights!"
Max stared at her thoughtfully, her arms crossed.
"You break things, huh?" Max asked, and Nancy laughed. "Can my mom come?"
"Sure, Max."
"Thanks, Nancy, goodnight," Max said and hugged her quickly before running off.
Steve was right, though. Everyone had a restful time getting to sleep. It was Dustin who had woken up first. Nancy woke up at three in the morning to find him standing in the room with his hands over his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Nancy hissed.
"Well, I wasn't sure if you guys were, you know, canoodling or not," Dustin said.
"We aren't, and we're all dressed," Nancy sighed, and he took his hands off his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I - " he started to say when Eddie's head popped up.
"Dustin, buddy? Did you have a nightmare? I think we might be able to make room," Eddie yawned sleepily.
"Okay, one, I actually did have a nightmare. Two, I am not five years old, and you guys are not my parents!" Dustin exclaimed.
"Rude. I would never tell you that you're not my parent," Eddie said and laid his head on Steve’s back, continuing to sleep completely on top of him.
Mayhem meowed and slithered out from under the blankets before jumping into Dustin's unsuspecting arms.
"We have to check out my house," Dustin said.
Of course, that was when Steve woke up. He flipped around, shuffling Eddie until he was lying on his chest.
"What's going on?" Steve mumbled sleepily.
"Dusty had a nightmare," Eddie said. "He wants to sleep with us."
"I do not - !"
"Aww, Dusty," Steve said. "Well, I think if Nance squeezes in here, then we can get you in."
"He could probably squeeze in at the foot of the bed," Eddie said.
"I do not want to sleep with my parents!" Dustin hissed.
"Hmm. I thought you said we weren't your parents," Eddie said, and Dustin slapped a hand to his face.
"It was a slip of the tongue!" Dustin whisper yelled.
"Okay, this could go on forever," Nancy said in amusement. "What were you saying about checking out your house?"
"We need to make absolutely sure that there's a gate at my house before my mom comes home from the hospital and gets accidentally sucked into the Upside Down," Dustin said.
Eddie rubbed his eyes and rolled off Steve, sitting up.
"Is that what the dream was about?" Eddie asked. "Your mom got pulled in?"
"By a demogorgon," Dustin said softly.
Nancy watched with a fond smile as Eddie rolled out of bed and pulled Dustin into a hug.
"Hey, man, Claudia's going to be okay," Eddie said. "Wayne's with her, and he'll make sure that nothing will happen to her."
"But if you really need to know, then we'll go," Steve said as he climbed out of bed.
"Eddie?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah?"
"Are you wearing one of Nancy's nightgown?" Dustin asked.
"It's soooo soft."
"And so pink."
Once Dustin left the room, they quickly got dressed and walked downstairs. Dustin and Robin were waiting for them along with Mayhem.
"No, Mayhem, you can't go with us," Nancy said, and she meowed loudly. "You stay here and protect Tews."
Mayhem meowed loudly, flicked her tail, and left the room.
"Okay, you ready?" Steve asked.
"Shit, I forgot my backpack. It's got my radio in it," Dustin said and walked up the stairs before quickly coming back downstairs. "It feels a little heavier than usual. No matter, let's go."
They walked to the door and were about to leave when they heard Karen calling out for her daughter.
"Mom, go back to bed," Nancy said. "We're going to check on Dustin's house. We'll be back."
"I'm going with you," Karen said. "Let me get dressed."
"No, mom, stay here. Holly needs you too," Nancy said, and Karen bit her lip before nodding. "Alright, let's go."
"Hold up, I'm going with you if you're going to insist on leaving the house," Lily said as she came out of the kitchen. "I'll keep an eye out for them, Karen."
"Thanks, Lily," Karen said and squeezed her arm.
Nancy opened her mouth, but she didn't see a point in arguing, and she shut it quickly. The five of them quickly climbed into Steve’s car and started driving towards Dustin's house with Lily following in her own car. It was still quite dark out, which made Nancy all the more nervous. Dustin was right, though. They did need to make sure that Claudia didn't go home if there was a reason not to. When they pulled up to the house, it was already obvious. There was a red glowing light coming from the lawn. Nancy knew it was stupid that they even got out of the car. They already got their confirmation. And yet, they just had to get a closer look. There was a wide gaping hole in the middle of the Hendersons' yard, and it was covered in vines with a glowing red light in the middle. It was now where near as big as the gate that the others had described.
"Okay, it's not as big as the one we saw in Starcourt. Less mama gate and more snack size," Steve said.
"This is where Patrick died," Nancy said, and she licked her lip, suddenly aware of the wound she had received here.
"Okay. We saw it. We checked it out, and now we're going to go back to leave a message for the other two not to come here. Get back in the car," Lily said quickly. "Now!"
Steve suddenly turned toward them, his hands on his hips. One hand was curled around his bat.
"Okay, so now - "
Suddenly, a vine wrapped around his ankle and started pulling him into the gate. Nancy grabbed onto him, letting go of her shotgun and screaming as it started pulling them both in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mayhem burst out of Dustin's bag. Eddie picked up Steve’s bat, jumping in after them with Dustin and Mayhem hot on his tail. She vaguely heard Lily cursing before following them as well.
"Goddamnit!"
Chapter Twenty-Six
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Seeing Stars Part 1
Part 1 of 27 - now completed!
Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star
Summary: A new girl with a mysterious air to her and a questionable past comes to Hawkins. She's armed with a gauntlet of jewelry and the sharpest wit Eddie's ever come across. After a chance encounter at a party, Eddie becomes a bit smitten with her. The problem is, she's an unreadable brick wall when she's sober. Will Eddie's attentive persistence help him break down the walls she's put up to protect herself from not getting hurt? Or will Eddie be the one who ends up with wounds to hide? A story about learning lessons the hard way when it comes to letting people in. Vulnerability and honesty will always be rewarded. Even if it doesn't feel that way at first.
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Warnings/Triggers: Introductory Chapter. FLIRTING. Undeniable chemistry. Mystery. Eddie turns on his charm and flirts. Self-deprecating humor.
It was a hot summer night, the heat coming off the asphalt as he made his way up the driveway to the front door. This would probably be the last party of the summer before school started back. Since it wasn’t being thrown by a high schooler, Eddie was inclined to go. He hoped there’d be good drinks and weed since things had been slim since Rick had gone to jail. He wasn’t excited for school to start back, only eager to get it the fuck over with this time. The third time’s a charm after all.
The house was full of moving bodies, a good stereo system pumping out music and writhing bodies in the living room gathered and rubbing against one another. Large men ran around screaming, some naked some with lampshades on their heads. One was running and holding a bra like a flag with a girl holding her naked chest and chasing after him.
Not immediately knowing anyone Eddie moves slowly through the house and gets a feel for things. He knew who owned the house but didn’t see them anywhere. They were probably behind a locked door with at least one girl and he was feeling a little lonely truth be told.
He made his way to the kitchen, waved, and nodded hello as he grabbed a beer and downed it quicker than he meant to, but hey, he wasn’t paying for it.
He was never much for dancing. He likes to play music or experience it with giant headphones while laying in bed. But the people on the floor seemed to not be able to relate. Most were vaguely familiar, the town not being huge made it easy to keep track of people. There were some usual suspects and a smattering of new faces. A few girls stood out, most connected at the hip with a guy except for one who was dancing up on another girl.
After a song or two of not terrible but not his taste in songs he figures he’ll call it a bust. He tried and now he could go back home and retreat and nurse his wounded ego.
He stiff-shouldered his way through the dance floor, a direct line to the kitchen with his head down and eyes forward. A body suddenly is shoved into him, a girl. The one that had been working her seductive charms on the dance floor from before. The beers they held got knocked and poured over both of them. Whatever was left in the can the girl threw in a larger man’s face.
“I SAID FUCK OFF!” She shouted, throwing the now empty beer can at his head. Eddie wasn’t a fighter but he also wasn’t going to stand and let someone hit a woman. He put his arm out in front of her and stood between them. The drunken man looked past him and shook his head.
“Not worth it, you fuckin skank.”
“I said no you fuckin missing link looking mother fucker!” She shouted over Eddie's shoulder moving from behind him.
“Hey! Hey!” He grabbed her shoulders to keep her from going forward further. As soon as he switched her attention he could tell she was drunk.
“Oh shit.” She said her face falling from anger to curiosity. She saw the soaked shirt sticking to his skin and looks down at her chest realizing she was in the same situation. “Aw fuck the beer. Some ASSHOLE doesn’t know what no means.” She screamed the insult again at the guy that was now out of sight.
“C’mon let’s go try to soak some of this up, huh?” He suggested, eyes darting from her chest to the direction the guy had went. A soaked white muscle shirt and no bra left little to the imagination. She grumbled and knocked his hands off her shoulders.
“Fine.” She groaned as he held out his hand for her. She sighed then reluctantly takes it as he led her to the kitchen to grab a roll of paper towels and then head outside. He figured she needed a break from the stuffy smokey air of the house. He wrapped a few circles of paper towel and handed it off to her, she grumbled as she squeezed her shirt, wringing out the beer.
“At least your shirts black.” She finally talks to him instead of ignoring him.
“Huh?”
“Your shirt. It’s black. The beer won’t stain it.” She states obviously, looking up to meet his gaze for the first time. She had a set of green, intimidating but pretty eyes. She showed no hesitation of shyness as she looked him over head to toe while wringing her ancient men's muscle tank out with a graphic of a car in it that was so worn you could barely make out what it was. “I like your shirt.” She admits. “Dio. Fuckin metal. I dig it.” She gives an approving nod before returning her eyes to her project of drying herself off.
“Oh?” His voice cracked with surprise, both half bent forward and squeezing at their shirts. “You like Dio?”
“Hell yeah dude.” She nods approvingly. “So you’re like what? A metal head?” She saw the wallet chain and the black jeans with rips and tears. He wore hard silver jewelry and a hardy belt buckle. It all screamed metal head. “Not seen many of your type around here.”
“What gave me away?” He smirked. He saw her eyes focus for a moment on his face. She liked that.
“Only ya know. Everything.” She huffed out a sound that was almost a laugh. “Shirt. Pretty fuckin obvious.” She held out her hand to motion toward it, she tossed the now wad of paper towards an overflowed garbage can. She fanned herself with a tug of her shirt in an attempt to air it out. “The hair. Definitely.” Without any mind to any personal space, she reached out to touch his messy waves and gave them a slight tug. “Matches my hair almost.” She tilted her head in consideration, moving to bend over and shake her hands in her hair and flip it back over. Her dirty blonde hair with its shaggy layers and bangs was cut very similarly to his. “That face doesn’t look metal though.” She shook her head and gave his chin a light grab for a split second. “Don’t see many pretty boys listening to metal.” He openly laughed at her statement which made her brows raise on her face.
“Oh, you’re… serious?” He blinked rapidly at her confused expression.
“Usually am.” She nodded.
“Sorry.” He held up his hands in his defense. “Never thought I’d hear someone call me a pretty boy.” He laughed.
She tilted her head, weight shifting to one leg on a propped-out hip. She studied him again.
“Bad eyesight common around here?” She smirked this time and saw him get flustered. She liked that too. “HEY BLONDIE!?” She shouted to a girl by the kitchen door. “Throw us a few beers?” This blondie must’ve been afraid of her because she scurried and tossed the beers from a distance like this girl might bite. Eddie blushed a little deeper with that thought in his head. “You mean a good lookin' and nice guy like you isn’t swimming in pussy? In a place like this? Where everyone’s an uptight asshole who could be in a fuckin' Sears catalog?”
“Can’t say I am.” He chuckled and cracked open the beer. “You aren’t from around here are you?”
“Nope.” She shook her head and took a big swig. “Just moved here two months ago.” She finished the beer and opened another after crushing the can against her hip. Eddie looked her over, a bit in shock from the experience.
“Where’d you move from?” He asked, genuinely curious. She started patting her hips and ass, looking around at herself, and then let out a defeated sigh.
“You got a cigarette? I don’t know if I smoked all mine or if someone took them.” She grumbled and pulled a lighter with little moons and stars out of the front pocket of her worn bell-bottom jeans. They were decorated with patches over the holes she’d worn in them. There was a giant star on the ass of them, some smiley faces, and flower patches with one that was simply a middle finger. Some she’d sewn over or put scraps of fabric under the holes if it was anywhere that would’ve shown her ass since she wasn’t someone who wore underwear often.
“Yeah.” He declares without hesitation, handing her one and taking one for herself.
“Thanks.” She muttered with her between her lips before taking a drag. “Where you think I moved from?” She challenged. He took the opportunity to look her over without fear of pissing her off. Her jeans came down low on her body, the muscle tank showing off a soft stomach that bowed out to rounded hips. A collection of keychains and keys hooked to one of her belt loops. A daisy, moon, star, and a rabbit's foot clinked against her wide hips. He thought since she came off so bold she wouldn’t mind if he respectfully intruded on her space. He reached for a rectangular keychain and lightly turned it to see what it said on it.
“My guess is Chicago.” He gave her a charming smile that almost earned him one in return. Despite being very drunk, she still wasn’t about to give that away.
“And smart too.” She nods approvingly.
“Art institute huh? Did you go there?”
“It’s a museum.” She corrected. “And no, I’m doomed to repeat my last year due to a series of unfortunate events.” She wiggled her forearm stacked in bangles and beads almost up to her elbow. He hadn’t even noticed, the bracelets doing a good job at camouflaging burn scars that covered her forearm and came down onto her hand.
“I’m repeating my senior year too.” He opts not to pry.
“No shit?” She sounded genuinely surprised. “You don’t seem like you’d be in high school still. Seem too… grown up.” She motioned outwardly with her hand.
“Could say the same for you.”
“If you’re repeating I guess those skills of deduction don’t translate to school. Are you a bad boy? Get suspended and have to repeat?” She spoke with such confidence it astounded him. She wasn’t full of shit like most people he spoke to that tried to get a read on him. It was like they spoke the same language. No small talk. Honest. He was intrigued, to say the least.
“No just stupid.” He states deadpan and he finally got a smile out of her.
“I don’t agree. I think you’re full of shit on that one, man. You’ve got enough sense to not piss me off. Yet. So you can’t be stupid. Dumb maybe.” She shrugged and looked him up and down with a flirtatious bat of her lashes. “But if you’re cute enough dumb works.”
“Is it working?” He asked with an extension of his hands.
“Mmm.” She responds like she has to consider it a moment. She took him by the chin and looked his face over. “I think so.” She took another drag and kept studying his face. “You ever heard of Waterhouse?”
“Is that… a bar or something?”
“Oh yeah, dumb for sure.” She cooed at him with pooched lips. A tiny smack to his cheek before leaning back away from him. He felt a flutter in his chest and one much lower in his balls at the soft assault. “But cute.” She offered in condolence.
“I’ll take it.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Waterhouse is... was -he's dead as fuck- an English painter. John William Waterhouse. Part of the pre-raphaelite brotherhood style of painting. He painted a lot of women, Greek mythology.” She talked with her hands, a jingling of stone rings and bracelets with the cloud of undulating smoke off the bright red cherry in her quickly shrinking cigarette.
“Never heard of him. Sorry.”
“No art club in Hawkins?”
“Yeah but that’s not really my crowd.”
“Shame.” She purses her lips. “You look like someone he’d paint.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. The strong nose, soft eyes, defined lips. Especially that hair.” She outlines him while she speaks with her finger like she was drawing him. “Turn sideways.” She asks and he happily obliged. “Oh yeah, a romanticism face if there ever was one. Beautiful profile, man.” She spoke of him like he was a statue being studied and it gave him mixed feelings that were jumbling in his stomach.
“Thanks?”
“Not much for compliments, huh? Me either.” She adds, looking down to lick her foot at nothing. “If it helps I draw. Or paint or whatever you wanna call it. I do artsy shit.” She shrugged. “So when I see something interesting I wanna draw it.”
“Dumb but interesting.” He nods, moving his weight back on his heels.
“You’ve really never had anyone tell you anything like this?” She sounded genuinely surprised.
“Fuck no.” He laughed. “Must be a bigger difference in people here and in cities than I thought. I thought everyone was stupid assholes no matter where you went.”
“That’s not not true.” She agreed. “People are more open-minded and mind their own fucking business because you have real problems in a city. So you get weirdos like me that wanna draw strangers.” She amused herself with her response. She was being entirely too nice. “Like people here are all over that devil worshiping shit because they're more concerned with things like where their next meal is coming from.”
“You’re telling me.” He rolled his eyes.
“I wore a crystal necklace the other day and some old blue hair in the grocery store asked if I worshipped the devil.”
“No one says much to my face but plenty behind my back.” He adds.
“I gave her the horns.” She raised her hands into the symbol. “And told her yes I did and she was on my list to give to my master to curse now for not minding her own fucking business.” She smiles proudly and he laughed.
“Probably shit her depends.” Eddie chuckled.
“I hope so.” she shook her head animatedly.
“That’s the same approach I take at school. You scare 'em. They call you a freak. They’re usually too worried to mess with you much.”
“Better to rule with fear than love.” She says dramatically. “Wolves don’t fear the sheep after all.”
To say he was taken aback, was an understatement. He was downright smitten. He was probably about to say something stupid, something about how smart she was. But he was interrupted by a man’s voice calling out to her and her giving a wave of acknowledgment.
“Looks like my rides here.” She kicked a beer can into the same pile as before.
“Oh, your boyfriend?” Eddie turned to see a large older guy looking annoyed and motioning for her to hurry up.
She gave him a subtle smile. “What if he was?” She narrowed her eyes at him as she came closer.
“I-“ he didn’t know how to respond. Honestly? “I’d hope he was good to you?” She stopped mid-step, at his side to look him directly in the eye.
“I bet you’d be good to me wouldn’t you pretty boy?” He stuttered at the sudden intimate attention. “I’ll see you around.” She added reassuringly a slight wink before walking away.
“COME ON!” The guy shouted again.
“Keep your panties on I’m comin!” She yelled back as she flipped him off. She turned back around to look over her shoulder. “He’s my brother by the way!” She shouted across the yard, turning to walk backward as she knew this cute new guy would be watching her walk away. Her ass looked far too good in these jeans and he was no saint even if he did seem like a decent guy. She didn’t want to crush the sweetie's heart too much after all. If she did end up wanting to fuck one of these townies she didn’t want to have to get through him hating her to do it.
He’s relieved immediately.
“Shit.” He mutters with sudden realization. “WHAT'S YOUR NAME?” He shouted as she walked back into the house, but she didn’t hear him over the chatter and music. He jogged after her but he didn’t see her in the crowded house.
He’d met a girl, an oddity in and of itself. And one he was so interested in. Even odder, she found him interesting. And he didn’t even get her name. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was dumb.
—
Eddie’s brain was usually in a tizzy of many different interests all fighting for his attention at once. It’d made him good at a lot of things but daydreaming about the nameless girl wasn’t making him good at anything except maybe jerking off more.
The first day of school comes and he’s wide-eyed and observant. Looking for the shaggy dirty blonde with the great rack and even better banter. The day goes and he doesn’t see her. A week goes by. The same. A month broke him and he lost hope. Maybe she’d been lying. Maybe she was a hallucination and his drink was spiked. He returned his focus to his attempts to graduate and build his D and D club.
-
“Heard there’s a new girl comin'.” Jeff announced as he set down at the lunch table.
“And why do we care?” He adds not looking up from his work. He scribbled in his notebook preoccupied with the campaign he’d been working on.
“I mean, nothing ever happens here, we’ve been looking at the same girls for years.”
“Yeah because I’m sure you have a chance.” Gareth rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be a dick, you don’t know. She could be into this.”
“I heard she’s a senior.” Dustin, one of the newest members of the club adds in.
“Older woman, nice.” Jeff grinned.
“I heard she’s weird.” Mike, the other initiate added.
“You’d know.” Eddie jabs without looking his way and the older guys chuckle.
“I heard that she’s a criminal. Got kicked out of her old school.” This bit of information made Eddie listen to the conversation.
“Yeah, she’s been in town over the summer and been quite the topic of conversation in the church group.“
“Like we need more heat right now.” Jeff sighed.
“I heard she burned her old school down.” Dustin whispered.
“Oh come on.” Eddie looked up and rolled his eyes.
“That’s what I heard!” He holds his hands up defensively.
“She sounds crazy.” Jeff shook his head.
“Yeah, but crazy can be really hot.” Gareth grinned
“Psh! Like you could handle crazy.” Jeff shoved his shoulder.
“That seems more like Eddie’s area of expertise,” Dustin commented, half-joking and half-testing the waters.
“Oh yeah.” Gareth laughed.
“You don’t even know. One time this total smoke show tied him up and-“
Eddie cleared his throat loudly and shot a glare at Jeff.
Jeff shut his mouth and his posture sank.
“Oh come on, you can’t start a story like that and not finish it!” Dustin complained.
“Maybe when you’re older.” Eddie says patronizingly.
“I’m the one who has a girlfriend, none of you losers do!” He defends himself.
“Hey! I do!” Mike interjected.
“How am I supposed to grow as a man if I don’t learn about this shit from you guys?”
“When we aren’t in public…” Eddie whips his finger around to emphasize how they were surrounded by people. “You can learn about the intricacies of BDSM. Kay?” He tilted his head, and the face of a stern father shot at Dustin.
“Maybe start with just… like… how to grab some boobs.” The acronym gave Dustin a little bit of a scare. Sure the themes ran through the media they consumed but not even having had sex before he wasn’t ready to learn about scary black leather kinks.
This made Eddie crack a smile and reach to pat the boy's shoulder.
“Good to know your limits, Henderson. You’re learning already.”
-
In front of the school in a little courtyard, plenty of students were gathered around picnic tables before school started that day. The Hellfire Club was no exception. Eddie sat on the tabletop, feet on the bench, elbows to his knees as he glared and watched people.
His attention was drawn by a growing spot of yellow. The thump of bass slowly drew everyone’s attention as the car swung into the parking lot, a hard brake before sitting for a few seconds, enough time for everyone to stop and stare at the loud music and unfamiliar car. There was guitar but Eddie couldn’t place it being far away and muffled from the steel.
“That an old Road Runner?” Gareth asked, sharing an interest in cars with Eddie.
“Yeah 60 something.” Eddie's attention was piqued at the decades-old car. Most kids had a recent hand-me-down from their parents except for a few muscle car enthusiasts that had built their cars from the ground up at the school.
“I don’t know of any of the guys from shop working on one of those.” He adds, them looking to the car for answers just like everyone else.
The door opened and to everyone’s surprise, a girl stepped out. She stood out in her hippie aesthetic with some dark sunglasses on. She was half bent, not even out of the car when she noticed everyone staring at her. Eddie could see her sigh, a big rise and fall of her shoulders as she exposed the rest of her body, grabbing a knitted cross-body bag and putting it on before standing against the side of her car.
“Holy shit.” Eddie exhales, posture now straight and capturing the attention of his friends. He recognized the same shaggy bangs, a fluff of choppy hair around her face now pulled into a braid. She dug around her purse and lit a cigarette. He saw the gauntlet of bracelets, sun glinting off her layered necklaces and stacked rings. She was more covered up this time, a long paisley skirt, a white top covered with a knitted cardigan hanging loose around her. He knew it was the girl from the party.
“Check out the rack on that one.” One of the older guys says quietly. She had her hand on her hip and the other holding a cigarette showing a bra-less full figure under her tight ribbed shirt. Whether from nerves or cold her nipples pushed through prominently and every girl looked to their gawking boyfriends. A smack to their arms before a noise of disgust. The crowd slowly came back to life, started moving and taking again and Eddie was on his feet.
“Bless the bra-burning feminists” another guy chuckles.
Without a word, Eddie started toward her.
“Eddie? Dude?” They called out, he ignored them.
“What the fuck is he doing?” They whispered. Eddie wasn’t short on charisma when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t the approach a stranger with no plan type.
She was looking at a folded-up piece of paper, he could see her brow low behind the hard rim of the sunglasses.
“Hey!” He says with a friendly tone. One he didn’t use often.
She startles and jumps a little before her lips purse and she looks up to see him now only a few feet away. She says nothing. She’s blinking in confusion as to why he’s approached her, his look so hard but his smile so soft.
“Is everyone here as enthusiastic as you?” Her nose twitched in annoyance at his brightness.
“I uh, No?” he stuttered out, clearly confused.”You don’t remember me?” He offers hesitantly, hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other jammed into his pocket.
She lowers her glasses with her fingers, an up and down look that resembled the one she’d given him before.
“Should I?” She asked. His heart sank into his stomach.
“Uh. We met at a party over the summer?” He talks with his hands and she keeps her eyes on his face.
She let out a long sigh and let the silence hang heavy.
“We talked about Waterhouse?” His nose scrunched showing his disappointment.
“Hmm.” She chewed her lip. “That sounds like me.”
“You said I had uh… face like a painting?”
She puts her paper down and gives her full attention to him.
“You do.” She nodded. “I’m afraid that I spent the majority of my summer here being as not sober as possible.” She took a drag. “To answer your question, no I don’t remember you.” She shrugged. “So, either I’m sorry or you're welcome.” She offered with the hand that held the cigarette.
“Oh we didn’t… you didn’t...” he shook his hands and his head.
“Oh, honey I didn’t think we fucked.” Her shoulders moved with a hint of laughter. “But I am… friendly when I drink.”
“Not so much when you’re sober huh?” He nodded his head her way and she tilted hers in response. Now she was intrigued.
“You got it.” She pointed a finger gun his way.
He nodded, he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible but his disappointment in her was clear. It gave her an odd guilty feeling she wasn’t accustomed to.
“Listen. Do you know where room 305 is?” She held out the paperwork she’d been given for where to report to and when.
“Yeah, that’s the west wing.” He lazily gestures his arm to that side of the building.
“It’s nothing personal you know. If I talked to you about art that tells me you’re not an asshole at the very least.” She offered him the consolation which was more than she usually did. He only nodded in response, clearing his throat. “If you don’t hate me, and if you do - totally fine. Not the first or last time it’ll happen- would you show me where these are?” She handed off the paper to him and it was a bigger gesture than he realized.
He took it from her and stepped closer, annoyed that she smelled so good.
“We have some classes together actually.” His voice sounded deeper as she studied his familiar face as he concentrated, his brow lowering over some impressive big brown eyes.
“Senior too?”
“Yeah. We’re both repeating it.” He handed it back to her.
“I told you that?”
“Yeah. You told me a lot.” His face didn’t look as mad now.
“How about you show me around and catch me up on what I already know about you...?” She held her hand out to him for his name.
“Eddie.” He took her hand to shake. She was impressed he didn’t look at her scars. “I never got your name though.”
“That sounds like me.” She made fun of her closed-off nature. “It’s Star.”
“Star?”
“Like in the sky?“ she acted confused as to how he didn’t understand her.
“Yeah, I got that.” He let out a soft laugh. “Never met anyone with that name.”
“This is where I’d say we’ll you haven’t met me before. But I can’t really say that can I?”
“No, you cannot.” He gave her the same charming smile he has that night that seemed to work on her. It wasn’t as obvious this time around, but he liked to think it worked on her now too.
“Well, Eddie.” She adjusted her bag and crushed her cigarette. “You wanna give me the tour of this shit hole?” This elicited a bigger more genuine grin from him.
“Yeah. I’ll show you where we go to smoke.” His tone was more hopeful now.
“I wanted to see the library actually.” He stopped their short stroll and gave her an odd look.
“I’m joking.” she answered flatly. She lightly shoved his arm. “C‘mon and show me where I can be a delinquent in peace.”
-
She learned a few things fast. That most everyone was as dull as she expected. That the guy that had spoken with her was curiously called a freak and rumored to be the leader of a satanic cult: where was the ring to propose she thought, chuckling to herself. Everyone was nosy as hell and asked the most intrusive questions all fueled by rumors about her that had already made their way around despite her not even being there. The vibe was different from the schools in the city. People didn’t give a shit there. She had to deal with dentist white teethed girls with high ponytails trying to induct her into their causes and clubs and taste the fakery in the air as they did so. By lunch, she was exhausted.
-
“What’s she like?”
“What’s her name?”
“Do you know her?”
He’s bombarded with questions at lunch and he doesn’t care to answer many of them.
“The balls on you, man. Just walked right up to her. My man.” He gets a slap on the arm he answers with a tight-lipped glare.
“Her name is Star.” He answers simply. “We have some classes together and I showed her where they were. The best places to hide and smoke. The essentials.”
“Show her anything under the bleachers?” He’s grinned at wickedly.
“No.” He rolls his eyes. “Why aren’t you asking anyone else that’s spoken to her today that huh? Why are you riding my dick about it?”
“Jesus dude.”
“Touchy.” are grumbled in response.
“If you’re going to keep looking at her maybe just invite her over?” Dustin asked with a superior look on his face, not looking at Eddie when he turned to him.
“You wouldn’t want her to sit with us.”
“Why not? You took us in when we were new and didn’t have anyone.”
“She’s not some freshman.” Eddie dismisses with his hand. “Plus she’s… “ he chuckled lightly. “She’s a little mean.”
“If we can deal with you we can handle some girl.”
“She’s not like me.” Eddie shakes his head knowingly. He’d gotten to talk to her plenty now and saw how she interacted with others. She wasn’t who she had been at the party. She was closed off like a brick wall. “She’ll see right through your bullshit.” She’d made so many people clutch their pearls in class that he was a little jealous of how sharp she was. He liked scaring people but it was cheap thrills. She didn’t scare them she shocked them. And by reading right into their insecurity. He was envious.
“He’s probably right. She gives off a real… don’t mess with me vibe.”
“See? Wheeler gets it.”
“But you did mess with her. This morning.” Gareth shakes his head at Eddie.
“No, I didn’t. I said hello and showed her around. I wasn’t giving her the fake ‘welcome to the best school in the world, you’ll love it here. Let’s be friends’ spiel.” He spoke in a very mocking way.
“So be honest or avoid her?” Dustin clarifies.
“Basically.” Eddie pops another pretzel into his mouth.
“Noted.”
“You’re more full of shit than any of us.” Jeff directs at Eddie.
“The fuck I am.” Eddie scrunches his face.
“You’re always scaring people and shit and you’re not actually like that.”
“They wanna be scared, man. I look different. They like thinking different things are bad and scary. They don’t want to expand their minds to find out people that don’t look like them aren’t actually evil.” He wiggles his fingers like he was telling a ghost story.
“That makes you full of shit.”
“No. I’m doing a service to myself to weed out the conformists. If they agree I’m scary and worship the devil then I know they’re stupid and I get to avoid them. Makes things easier.”
“Like wearing your band t-shirt. If someone likes it you know they’re cool.”
“That’s a bit reversed but yeah same idea.”
“So is she cool?” Dustin asks, he’s motioning to the corner of the lunchroom where Star sat alone.
“Yeah.” Eddie nods, moving his head as little as possible her way but looking with his eyes. “She’s cool.”
Meanwhile, Star is across the cafeteria trying to be left alone and get some ideas out of her head into her journal. She’d had about the day she’d expected but these damn small-town people were a lot more persistent than she thought. Every other white girl had to try to save her and be her friend. She preferred the ones that were a bitch to her. She at least could insult them and move along.
“You know if you sat with someone they’d leave you alone?” She hears the familiar voice of Eddie who moves to sit at the head of the table next to her.
“Then how would I get you to sit with me?” She asked with her signature subtle facial expressions he was learning. She was once again, yanking his chain.
“Your wish is my command” he said with open arms.
“Oh fuck off” she almost laughed, he saw it. He laughed for her, a
comfortable reaction to her now. He’d been the only one to pick up on her sense of humor. She looked back down into her journal to finish a thought before another shadow came over her.
“Hi! I’m Cassie!” A very bubbly girl stayed as she approached.
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Skipper.” Star held out a bejeweled hand. “Go on back to Barbie and save us both some time. We aren’t going to be friends. I don’t want to join your club. That about cover it?” She sighed and gave the girl a tight-lipped smile.
There was that face Eddie envied. Total shock. With a disgruntled noise, the girl turned and walked away.
“Damn you’re good.” Eddie said softly.
“I’m just honest.” She sighed. “I keep telling people that and they don’t believe me. It’s a dry sarcasm or the truth. If you can’t figure it out that’s on you.” She wasn’t speaking directly to Eddie but he knew what she meant.
“People been giving you any grief?”
“To be so far north it feels like southern hospitality Without the perk of Moonshine or comfort food.” She explained. “Mostly a lot of that.” She motioned to where the girl had stood. “Which is whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “Better than questions.”
“Pretty soon they’ll figure out you aren’t here to assimilate and they’ll leave you be.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” She opened the journal again, angling it away from him. “What was the name of that album you were talking about this morning?” She asked again with a more expressive face. She saw his light up at the fact she remembered it at all. She had set the bar pretty low.
“Oh. This one?” He turned to show the back of his vest.
“Right. The patch.” She hit her forehead. “Last In Line. Got it.”
“You’re gonna try it out?”
“Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t. I loved the first album I might as well.”
“You listen to a lot of metal?”
“I listen to a lot of music. In general.” She points to the headphones around her neck. “Makes you look less approachable which is a big perk.”
“What other stuff are you into?”
“A lot of 60s and 70s.”
“Ah.” He says with a nod.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Ah?” She mocked his drawn-out tone.
“The clothes. The car. You’re into retro stuff.”
“Yeah. I like it better than what’s going on now. But the car is technically my brothers.”
“He’s got good taste.”
“He does.” She agrees.
“He work on cars? You don’t see many of those on the road.”
“He works at the car plant. He’s a mechanic so he’s always doing something.”
“That why you move? He get a job offer or something?”
“No.” Is her flat answer. She didn’t care to elaborate and he saw the wall
being built back up brick by brick.
“If you can’t find that album let me know. I’ve got it on cassette and vinyl.” She met his eyes and he knew she was thankful he didn’t pry. He knew what it was like to have things you didn’t want to discuss.
“I’ll let you know.” Her voice was a little less harsh.
“Offer still stands to have lunch with the club ya know.” She looked across the lunchroom to a group of girl-challenged individuals trying to act like they weren’t watching her and Eddie’s conversation.
“I’d say I can’t be a member of your virginity club since I don’t meet the qualifications.” He swears he saw a smile for a moment. “But you being their leader doesn’t make any sense seeing as you wouldn’t qualify either.” He gives her a real laugh in response. He wanted to flirt with her so badly at that moment. It’d been the most flattering thing she’d said while sober yet.
“Funny. You’re funny.” He nodded in approval. “They’re less challenged than they appear.” He says in their defense. “It’s Dungeons and Dragons. And I’m the dungeon master.”
“Kinky.” She smirked.
“It’s not-“
“Shut up Eddie, I’m fucking with you. I know what D and D is.” she shook her head at him. “They had clubs in Chicago.”
“Did you ever-?”
“Play? No. I preferred to go out.” She shook her head dismissively. “But there is fuck all to do here. Especially with summer being over.”
“Yeah, escapism is the best distraction from that. So we play a fantasy game.”
“No, that makes total sense. I’ve just always stuck with art in my free time.”
“You might like the art for the game. There are books of monsters illustrated. Some well know comic illustrators.”
“Oh really?” He’d piqued her interest. “Like the sci-fi guys?”
“Exactly. Think Heavy Metal magazine cover.”
“But without the babes.”
“Not if you’re there.” He said it without thinking, being around her made him wanna flirt. He wanted to get a read on her so badly.
“My fur bikini and spear are being dry cleaned.” She gave an apologetic shrug.
“Damn.” He gave her one of his best Smiles. “That’s a shame.”
“My Minotaur is in the shop too.” He laughed at that one.
“Well, I’ve got a griffin you can ride if you want.”
“Is that what you call it?” He saw the lifted eyebrow and the twinkle in her eyes on that one.
“No, it’s not.” He looked away and kept that dimple-inducing smile on his face that she wasn’t sure if she liked or disliked. She liked it but, she might dislike it for the fact that she liked it. She was stubborn like that. “Guess you’ll have to come to a meeting to find out.”
“You bring me a book and if I like it I’ll consider sitting with you guys.” She answered with a more Genuine tone. “Deal?”
“Deal.” He could work with that.
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Star made her way into the house her brother had bought. She’s greeted with a loud screech of meowing.
“Hello Moon.” She bent down and cooed at the large cat rubbing against her legs. “Did you miss mama?” She smooches the cat's face as she held it, the part Maine Coone taking up most of her arms. “Where’s your man at?” Star asked looking around. Wherever Moon was, Ozzy was never far behind. “Let’s go check outside”. She spoke to the cat as she stroked her, making her way with one free hand to the kitchen door where upon opening a scraggly black cat half the size of Moon appeared. “There he is!” She let Moon drop down to the ground and scratched the black cat's head. “You want some food babies? I know mamas been gone all day. I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna be.” She spoke to them like they were people and that’s how she liked it.
She unlocked the door to the airstream trailer that she called home. She and her brother had shared it before but now it sat to the side of the carport hooked up to the house's utilities. She’d made it into a den for herself. She had her plants on shelves along the top and tons of knitted blankets and throws and pillows all over any soft surface. She gave the cats a spoonful of wet food each to hold them over and tossed her bag to the small kitchenette. “Where did I put those?” She spoke to herself. As she pulled an old milk crate stacked with journals out from under her bed. “This is what mama was looking for.”
She’d had such an odd deja vu the whole day. She’d thought Eddie had looked familiar but didn’t recall him at the party. She flipped through the most recently filled notebook and found the pages she was looking for. “There you are.” She narrowed her eyes, seeing the drawings of the man she’d dreamed about. And sure enough. There was Eddie's face. “You little fucker.” She whispered, her fingers running over the pencil drawings. She’d had his face stick in her head for weeks over the summer and she had no idea why. This would explain it. But it didn’t fully. If she didn’t remember their conversation, why remember his face? She wasn’t one that left anything up to chance and leave it at that. She reached for a tarot deck and shuffled. “You mind explaining to me what’s going on?” She looked around the trailer.
Three cards. Two of Cups. King of Pentacles. Ace of Cups. Appeared in her spread on her beaten-up kitchen table.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” She muttered. “Two lovers, a king, and abundance of it all?” She spoke to the ceiling and groaned. “No. No, we’re not doing this. I came here to get away from that shit.” She, annoyed, swiped at the cards on the table. The King landed on the drawings of Eddie in her notebook. “You’re fucking with me right?” She picked it up and stared at it. It would explain a lot but also she had made it so clear in her rituals that she was done with men. She was done with the casual sex, she was done with falling in love and she was not moving to some middle of fucking nowhere town to escape to have some man planted into her path. She had run away from her problems. And it looked like the universe was bringing them right back to her.
Part 2
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Dork Squad + Music Meister having a crush on their best friend since they were kids?
Riddler
Loved playing with them and making riddles together
After some time he realized his feelings but didn't want Y/N to go so he kept them inside
Though they would just go away
20+ years later these mother fuckers are still here
He gets too fed up with it, he is different man and he will not just let it go
Just makes bug riddle with all their memories together where by the end the answer is "Love"
Just stands there waiting for answer
Scarecrow
Absolutely didn't tell them, he is bullied by everyone but them, and Y/N was even protecting him; he will not destroy it
So he keeps pining for so many years, it's not healthy at all
He accepted fact that it was unrequited
Still does everything to protect them, takes even beating
Y/N doesn't want to see him going this far but he says he will do anything for them
They say all they want is for him to be safe and hugs him
Ha..ha.. that's the cruelest thing he can think about and just laughs while sobbing
But then they kissed his tears away
Nothing was the same after that
Mad Hatter
Absolutely loved reading Alice books with them
They shared all his interests and always came to his tea party
When he catch feelings he was too size to ask them out
Then they moved out and could only talk to each other threw letters
Crush never went away so when they supposed to meet again he decides to show his feelings, he has nothing to loose
Goes to the meeting with big bouquet of blue flowers
Music Meister
Was probably part of choir and they always hang around
I don't think he would hold back his feelings but Y/N wouldn't take him seriously
They would be in band together and he would still try to ask them out
After years of it when he still was by their side no matter what they said yes
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aftg as quote book pt 4 !!
“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky
“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack
“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil
“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games
“Led by you hoe” - Alison
“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?
“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack
“Porn is a genre” - nicky
“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky
“We are all bussin” - nicky
“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew
“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative
“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil
“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil
“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack
“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan
“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron
“I am wrong in the head” - kevin
“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky
“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt
‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison
‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt
“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil
“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew
“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew
“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”
“Hey hoe 💅” alison
“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt
“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan
“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack
“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew
“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil
“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil
“Dragons have pronouns too” renee
“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee
“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this
“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil
‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan
“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison
“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically
“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed
‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky
“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil
“I’m very private with my fists” dan
“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards
“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack
“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan
“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised
‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin
‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan
‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack
“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin
“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew
“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee
“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin
“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil
“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation
“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack
“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew
“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew
‘Comparing sizes’ nicky
‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin
“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky
“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil
“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil
“Get help please” dan
“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby
“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew
“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe
‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee
‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?
“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil
“lesbians are people too” neil
“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky
“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew
“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew
“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison
“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison
“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan
“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky
‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework
#sorry this took 6 months#i lost my first draft#hope yalls enjoyed lmaooo#these had a lot of nicky potential#aftg#all for the game#tfc#the foxhole court#andreil#aftg incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#neil josten#andrew minyard#nicky hemmick#kevin day#alison reynolds#renee walker#dan wilds#matt boyd#david wymack#abby winfield#quotes#aaron minyard#aftg shitpost
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my first reaction with zero context: only friends ep 6
i’m sorry. do y’all actually eat apples that aren’t green? the others are so gross
TWO MOTHERS LETS GO
bc you are a cheater
quit sleeping with boston maybe? idk that’s just me
oh that group project about to be awkward af
they’re way ahead of you my guy
i mean boston is a dick but he does have a point
i would be so scared to wear those hoops doing that
tell him nick
if he knows it was fucked why doesn’t he apologize first of all
choke him
babes back!!!!
do they not have NDAs in thailand? real question
i want him to
oh my mans is open open with his mom okay damn
we are at that point
the two tall fuckers are back together baby
why are you saying hi like you didn’t do the shit you did to him
y’all can def avoid each other
hit him again
now kiss
what was that for??
dude just answer him
you didn’t even get out of it he’s gonna know
ha those bitches look dumb af
ngl they’re lowkey boring to watch without him sleeping with someone else
sand what are you up to exactly? no way ray stops liking mew after this
i beg of you to stop hiding your feelings *i say as if i don’t do the same thing*
kinda funny that if someone else said that to ray he probably would’ve started a fight
not there????
but i called it was gonna be sand that told ray about ton and top
okay i love that they’re about to get what they deserve but also you just threw nick under the bus but also nick shouldn’t have done that so yes
sand is full on fuck relationships i just want to destroy this one man
he met his dad??
stop making that face you’re so obvious
oh going to ton first interesting
don’t let him manipulate you
how would that make him like you😭
at least say something that makes sense
*laughs* tell him ray please
not for long
wrong
tell. him.
i thought he was about to pull out a ring lmaoo
oh he’s trying
wait wash your hands first
let’s not y’all are toxic
where did sand come from😭
mans said why is this fool touching my mic
he looks so uncomfortable sir you got yourself into that
he’s about to be so toxic please
oh going for the lesbians too?? what did they do to you?
tell me why sand is the only one that went to stop him oh my god they all want the tea so bad
babe he’s been sleeping with you tho
honestly he should’ve decked him
sir i don’t think you understand what “caring and loving” means
why’d he yell at him tho lmao
okay well now you gotta tell him
just say it dammit
you just made a full out of yourself without saying what you were supposed to say
you really don’t deserve sand my god
fellow human😭😭😭😭😭
sand the only one that has morals. mans said idc if you get yourself killed but you ain’t getting others
call the cops??
he just called him a whore i’m so sorry who??? 👁️👄👁️
i’m so serious call the cops
don’t chase him you’re gonna get run over
nick leave
no he’s not💀
HUH?????
you lying piece of shit
well they were in a car
that’s what you took out of that??
hold on why did ray do that whole boston tea party if he already told mew?
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That Time I Wrote an Update - A Lesson on Living Your Life
So I'm not sure why Tumblr doesn't post dates I publish, but it's July 2023 and it's been six months since my husband had a reoccurrence of cancer and two months since the end of Nuclear Chemo (TM). We've made it to the Otherside, not 100% scarred but also not 100% the same. That's cheesy as hell, but it's the only way I know how to describe it.
It's been a weird journey man, but first the good news. Thanks to the Nuclear Chemo (TM), it looks like the cancer was blasted straight to hell, and while another reoccurrence is always possible, the probability is really small so praise be mother fuckers. Husband has some side effects that may/may not go away, but they fall under the bucket of "it beats the alternative."
Due to some other family nonsense, we're still going through it. You know what's fun -- when your husband's company lets him go two days before he finds out about his cancer reoccurrence. Life lesson: don't work for startups. Also, I'd like to take this moment to thank unions and my great teacher healthcare. If you ever cross a union picket line for any reason you're dead to me.
BUT I DIGRESS.
The most important thing I've learned is that Life Doesn't Stop Happening. So do the stuff now, and always now. We threw a giant party when summer started to thank those that we love and helped, and we legit had more people than were at our wedding. We shut down our block, hired a taco truck, and invited God and Everyone to party. Husband's oncologist came, special guest star friends Husband hadn't seen in 10 years flew in, it was a time. Kids played street hockey and ran around with sparklers. There was a taco truck (thank you, Guapo Taco!). Shit happens, and it will keep happening. Don't let your bucket list sit there. In the words of Matt Damon, Just Do It.
My summer bucket list includes dragging my kids to my favorite Chicago neighborhoods that we don't always get to. I'm working on my short story homage to Shirley Jackson which I keep threatening to finish. Doing stand-up for the first time in three years if I can get my ass downtown past 9 pm (but it's so laaaaatttteeeee).
Finally, seeing my boyfriend Dave at Riot Fest. True story: I knew Husband was going to be ok when they announced that Foo Fighters were headlining. It's been my joke for years "is this when Foo Fighters will headline RF?" knowing they would never play there. And this was the year I was thinking about skipping. The universe likes to laugh a lot.
I never have answers for anything, but all I've got is everything will turn on a dime all the time. You can't predict anything. All you can do is put one foot in front of the other, try to be a kind person, and go to the shows.
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She’s so mean
Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x f!reader
Genre: Crack, SMAU
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, substance abuse, mentions of vomiting, suggestive, jokes about suicide, the reader is tired and a bitch
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“I’d like another one of these, and that chocolate thing you were offering earlier.” The blond man sat at the bar, handing you back his glass.
Before you could as much as offer a nod, you were interrupted by Sanzu’s panicked screeching.
“Mikey? Where did you go?!” He was on the table now, shirt unbuttoned for some reason, fighting Kakucho’s attempts to get him down.
“I’m at the bar! I’m fine!” Mikey yelled back, annoyed, and Sanzu finally allowed himself to be taken off the table with a thumbs up.
The man’s name rang familiar in your head, and as you turned your back to him to find the chocolate liquor, you racked your brain, desperate to figure it out.
His dead eyes were staring at you when you turned around, and it clicked.
The last time you saw him, you were sitting in front of an operating room, scared to death a doctor will come out any moment and declare your brother died right there, just room over from you, on that cold metal table.
And Mikey was there with Draken and Chifuyu, all three of them in a deep bow, apologising to you and your crying mother, their words barely registering.
The last you saw of Keisuke was his deathly pale face with blood running down his face and stomach, and it was all so confusing for your 9 year old brain, and you just wanted to go home.
Keisuke was fine, but the sight of his blood covered face haunted your dreams for years after.
You hadn’t seen Mikey in 13 years.
“Well. I barely recognised you, Manjiro. You look rough.”
Mikey raised an eyebrow.
“Do I know you?”
“Not really. You knew my brother,” You started straining the cosmo, “Baji Keisuke?”
Mikey’s frown softened.
“Oh. Y/n, is it?”
“Yep.”
“Pleased to see you again. How is Baji?”
“He’s good. Finally opened that pet shop he’s always wanted. It’s going well for him.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. Did he and Chifuyu ever end up together? Watching them pine after each other in Toman and not do anything was torture.”
You chuckled, handing him his cosmo before moving on to making him a chocolate martini.
“They did, they’ve been together for years. Tora joined the relationship after he got out of prison. The three of them are very happy together.”
Mikey frowned.
“Tora? As in, Kazutora Hanemiya?”
Your jaw clenched at his tone.
You locked eyes with him, gripping the martini glass to calm the anger rising inside your chest.
“They have forgiven him a long time ago, Mikey. He got help, he’s no longer that terrified and abused teenager. And he’s a good man, okay?”
Mikey stayed silent, observing you.
“You forgave him too?” He questioned, leaning his face into the palm of his hand.
“If Kei forgave him, I forgave him. Tora’s like a brother to me.”
Mikey nodded, taking a sip of the chocolate drink you gave him.
“Fuck,” He cursed, covering his mouth, “That’s good shit.”
“I know, right?! Want another one?”
Mikey’s response was cut off by Rindou and Sanzu getting into a fistfight, Kakucho desperately trying and failing to pull them apart, while Kokonoi and Ran cheered them on.
You made Mikey another 3, just for good measure, not holding back on the vodka.
The party was done by 4 a.m., and you were done saying goodbye to all the guests leaving by 4:15, multiple men and women leaving you their business cards, winking and asking you to call them.
Politely smiling and giggling along, you threw every single one into the trash as soon as they left.
You had a new problem to deal with.
The fuckers you promised to drive home.
Maybe you should have not kept those drinks coming.
Takeomi was seemingly comatose, a still burning cigarette hanging out of his mouth, Mikey curled up and napping underneath the table, Kakucho fully passed out on Ran who was doodling dicks on his face with a sharpie he pulled out from God knows where, Rindou and Sanzu apparently now good again, if the way they were basically on each other’s lap was anything to go by.
“You know bro, you’re such a good guy, and your abs? You’re so hot! That tattoo on your throat! It’s amazing!”
“No no no, bro, your hair? And your eyes? You look stunning, pink hair suits you so well! You should wear makeup more often, the sparkles really bring out the blue in your eyes.”
“Bro, you’re so nice, I love you.”
“Bro, I love you too.”
“Bro <3”
You probably shouldn’t have been surprised by the fact that Sanzu actually pronounced the <3, but it still left you just a tad disturbed.
Kokonoi was the only one missing from their table, and you found him laying on one of the couches, his hand covering his eyes.
Gently shaking him awake, he groaned, asking for ‘Five more minutes, mum’ as he turned away from you.
“Dude, our tattoos match!” Sanzu loudly exclaimed, now fully on Rindou’s lap, comparing the tattoo on his throat to one he had on his forearm.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, making your way to the karaoke set up.
“You fuckers have 10 minutes to get to the car, or I’m leaving you all here!” You exclaimed through the microphone, managing to at least wake up Mikey, who jolted up, hitting his head on the table.
By some miracle, they all managed to stumble to the elevator after you slapped everyone who was asleep awake.
Locking up the penthouse, you made your way to the car Ran said you’ll be driving them home in, finding most of them sardined in the back, with Kakucho in the passenger seat and Mikey sleeping in the trunk.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, you put Kakucho’s seatbelt on, turning towards the back to warn them to hold Sanzu, who was sprawled out across all their laps, tight so he doesn’t go flying at the first red light.
“Where to?”
“Sleepover at Koko’s! Sleepover at Koko’s! Sleepover at Koko’s!” Rindou started chanting, Ran and Sanzu soon following along.
Kokonoi didn’t even stir from his spot of being sandwiched to the door, Takeomi’s shoulders pushing his face to the glass fully.
Your annoyance meter was reaching maximum levels.
“The address?”
Ran handed you his phone with the address typed in.
Sighing, you set the phone on your lap, turning the voice instructions on.
You hoped the ride would be somewhat peaceful, considering they were all either asleep or getting to that point.
It was not.
“You know, mommy, you’re so nice actually! And you make such good drinks! No wonder Koko has a thing for you!” Sanzu was almost screaming by how loudly he was talking, waving his hands around, smacking your seat multiple times.
Impatiently tapping the steering wheel at the red light, you looked at them through the rearview mirror.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, like, you could bleed me dry and I’d die a happy man.” Rindou was also a fucking problem, liquid confidence apparently working a little too well for your liking.
Ran ignored all your annoyed looks, seemingly very amused by the situation.
“You are very beautiful, that is true.” Kakucho mumbled from the passenger seat, barely coherent.
“Facts!” Takeomi yelled from the back, making Kakucho jump and hit his head on the roof the car.
Sighing, you dug through your pockets, fishing out a cigarette, God knew you needed it, rolling your window down just as the light turned green.
The plan was to drop them off at the address, call a cab because fuck walking to your apartment after being on your feet for 8 hours straight, but of course, nothing ever goes according to plan.
Takeomi made it 3 steps past the apartment doors before falling down, asleep, causing Ran to trip over him and fall on his face.
You ended up in the bathroom, holding Kokonoi’s hair back with one hand, the other rubbing Kakucho’s back as he threw up in the sink.
You weren’t even sure what Mikey was doing sleeping in the bathtub, but you figured since he seemed peaceful enough, and wasn’t dying, it wasn’t worth trying to move him.
Sanzu was recording it all.
Pulling Kokonoi’s hair into a ponytail, you shot a quick text to Keisuke to let him know you’ll be home somewhere between 9 a.m. and 4 p.m.
His response made you huff in annoyance.
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Fight For Me
(C!Technoblade x gn!possessive!Reader)
Request 11: could I maybe request some c!techno x gn!possessive!reader fluff that follows someone trying to threaten techno while completely brushing off the reader only for the reader to step in and feral threaten them back (perhaps some fighting ensues with reader coming out on top) and then techno is awestruck by his partner which is then where the fluff comes in
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“Sweetheart can you do me a favor and pass me the blaze powder,” Technoblade asked from his hunched-over position at his brewing station. He was wearing more casual clothes, his glasses loose on his nose, hair pulled back into a messy bun. You sat next to him on one of the chests, legs swinging up and down, you were wearing one of Techno’s oversized shirts.
“Sure thing,” You hummed tossing open the chest and handing him a bottle of said powder, he reached forward to take the bottle from your hands and you kissed his lips before he could take the bottle. Technoblade purred happily, his eyes going half-lidded at the surprise kiss, you chuckled against his lips as he flushed pink.
“Cringe.”
“Nerd,” You shot back with a smile he rolled his eyes focusing back on his potions, “Why’re you making these again?” Your gaze shifted towards the window. It was snowing again, it was always snowing. You hated that you were getting sick of the constant cold you wondered what the weather was like back at L’manburg or L’manhole was a better term for the once-prosperous nation. Technoblade looked back up at you, his hand reached out to interlock with your own, which caught your attention snapping you out of your daydreaming and you smiled back at him.
“Someone wants to buy them off me, figure sees what they’d offer me for it, not like I’m worried about getting jumped or anything,” Technoblade smirked coyly at you, almost like he was awaiting your praise. You didn’t fall for it though, simply letting out a little hum in approval, he frowned and cleared his throat.
“Oh sorry. Oh baby you’re so brave and strong, no one can take you down.” You pressed your hands together swooning sarcastically, Technoblade frowned and put you into a headlock. You laughed loudly instead of fighting against him you snuggled in his hold, “You’d never hurt me.”
“Try me.”
“Is that a challenge?” You mused with a flutter of your eyelashes, Technoblade flushed a little and grumbled under his breath. He could feel the smugness radiating off your entire being, if you were anyone else he would’ve sent you through a wall.
“Just shut up and grab a bag for the potions. They’re almost done.”
“Yes sir.” You saluted hopping off the chest to grab your bag from the coat rack, it was a soft brown bag covered in patches. Holding the bag open you allowed Technoblade to place the potions inside of them, “we ready to go?”
“You grabbed your coat and had breakfast right?” He raised an eyebrow, it seemed to be your turn to flush and Technoblade frowned, “Right?” Technoblade’s eyes narrowed in your direction and he watched you tap your fingers together sheepishly. “You’re a disaster, you’d be dead without me. Eat,” Technoblade dragged you into the kitchen and pulled out a roll for you to munch on, “Jam?”
“Yes please.” You gave a firm nod as he grabbed the knife and spread it on the bread before handing it to you.
“Remember to eat, can’t have my Starlight starving themselves,” The way you turned red made the hybrid smirk coyly at you. “You mean too much to me to go out in such a lame way, there has to be at least a little bit of bloodshed. Maybe some dismemberment if you’re lucky.”
“Damn and to think I was flattered for half a minute.” Techno chuckled at your comment, a deep rumble in his chest, you couldn’t help but smile yourself. You bit off a piece of bread, teeth tearing through the food easily “Ready to go now?”
“Finish eating then we can go. There’s no rush.”
“Isn’t someone waiting for us?”
“Let them wait,” Technoblade shrugged, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close. You melted into his warm body closing your eyes, just taking a moment to bask in your love for the Blood God, how did you get so lucky?
Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the same thing about you.
Eventually, you pulled away from him, much to his displeasure, and reluctantly said you both should head out. He huffed in protest and you pecked his lips, assuring him that the long journey would be worth it in the end. You both slide on your winter gear and headed towards Carl in the stables, you scratched the horse’s nose and he whinnied at the attention from his second favorite person. Technoblade tossed him an apple to which he munched on happily before applying his saddlebags to the sides of the horse, he hopped onto him and held a hand out to you. You took the hand with a wild smile swinging your leg over the side of Carl and wrapping your arms around Technoblade’s waist securely. He looked at you over his shoulder and pecked your forehead lightly, you cooed at him in response, and just like that the both of you were off. As you traversed the Tundra, your adoring boyfriend decided it would be a great time to quiz you on your fighting skills. He always did this, especially when he was nervous about something, you concluded a part of him was nervous the deal would go south and you’d end up hurt. You squeezed him a little and answered all his questions in hopes you’d ease his worries, it seemed to work as he relaxed against your chest. You would’ve played with his hair if it wasn’t tied up in a bun, so instead, you settled for giving him gentle kisses on the back of his neck.
He was a wreck by the time you got to the meeting spot, all red-faced and embarrassed. You did feel a little guilty but it was also very entertaining to watch him slide off the horse all frustrated with your antics. “You’re lucky we have somewhere to be,” he vaguely threatened and you hummed,
“What happened to ‘they can wait?’” His red eyes narrowed into slits and Carl stomped his foot, “oh you’re such a party pooper.” You complained as the horse nudged you forward towards the meeting spot. Technoblade huffed now turning his glare on Carl for interrupting your moment. He adjusted the sword at his hip and marched forward expecting you to follow, you did, but it’s the principle that irked you. Walking a little way down the wooded path you came across a man in a beanie leaning against a tree, he had small yellow wings and a scar going from his right eye down to the top of his lip. Your head snapped to Techno and you hissed, “You didn’t tell me it was Quackity! The mother fucker planned your execution!”
“Hush.” He waved you off, “money is money. If he can offer us something good we shouldn’t complain.”
“But-”
“Finally!” The man groaned stretching his arms above his head, his small wings fluttered as he pushed off the tree, “Took you long enough. Who’s your little friend?” He raised an eyebrow at your stature and you glared hotly at him, already wanting to tear his throat out.
“My partner.” Technoblade answered monotonously, “Is that important?”
“Romantically or like your bodyguard.” He snickered at the mental image of the Blood God hiring a bodyguard for himself.
“That’s none of your business.” You snapped, Technoblade’s hand squeezed your shoulder trying to calm you down.
“I suppose not.” Quackity clapped his hands together, his two golden rings bouncing off one another making a soft clicking sound, “let’s get down to business than Mr. Blade. I want the potions you have, what exactly do you want in return?”
“What can you give me?” Technoblade raised an eyebrow, his hand never leaving the bag of potions at his side, Quackity tapped his chin in thought.
“Anything you desire. I came into a… a lot of money recently, a lot of people owe me a few favors. So I can truly give you anything,” Quackity smirked as you noticed Technoblade’s eye twitch, he didn’t like the sound of someone having so much power, and to be honest you didn’t either.
“Huh. well alright then.” He grunted drumming his fingers against the bag, “these favors people owe you, what exactly did you do for them?”
“Are you asking me to spill all my secrets? Techno you dog.” He purred out teasingly, “they made some bets with me and they lost simply as that.”
“What did they lose?” You asked and Quackity rolled his eyes,
“You’re a talker aren’t you?”
“Back off.” Technoblade snarled earning another eyebrow raise from the man, but you did briefly see fear flicker across his eyes. “You talk to them like that again deals off and I take another one of your teeth, understand me.”
“Understood, big guy. No hard feelings.” He held up his hands in defense his tiny wings ruffling a little bit showing off his nervousness, “Although your attitude just proves my point. You’re a brute and you’ll always be a brute.” Technoblade didn’t respond to the harassing but had a feeling you might as the pressure on your shoulder increased. Your jaw was set hard, as Quackity continued, “you truly are more monster than human.”
Oh, he did not just say that to Techno.
In one swift movement, you pulled Technoblade’s sword from its sheath at his side and drew it in front of you, pure anger flooding through your veins. Techno tried to grab the sword before you did something stupid but you were already charging at Quackity. He looked a little frightened as an ax appeared at his side, “Take it back.” You spit as metal clashed against metal, your eyes blazing with unadulterated rage, “Take it back right now. He’s so much more than that.” You swung the sword back which caused Quackity to stumble backward throwing off his rhythm,
“Bite me bitch.” Quackity snapped back attempting to regain his footing as he blocked another blow from you,
“Don’t tempt me birdie.” You sassed right back, which threw him off his game again not expecting you to come back with a retort and a nickname. You kicked him solidly in the chest and he fell flat on his ass the sword swung and the tip dug into his throat. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped nervously,
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” He sputtered out as you narrowed his eyes, “look I’m sorry okay, okay! My mouth gets the best of me sometimes, I’ll admit that! I’m a humble guy!” You rolled your sharp (e/c) eyes at that statement, “Look, deal still on this time I’ll throw in two gold rings yeah?” He swallowed thickly “Also all the diamond I have on me and in my enderchest.”
Turning to glance at Techno for the first time he cleared his throat looking absolutely flushed. He shifted uncomfortably and marched over to the both of you a hand resting on your lower back. Technoblade glared down at the duck hybrid,
“We don’t want your rings. I want all the money you’ve won from your deals and a god apple.”
“I don’t have-”
“Then think of it as an I.O.U. birdy.” You pursed your lips feeling Technoblade squeeze your back, “Deal?” The tip of the sword dug a little deeper into his throat,
“FUCK! Yes, yes deal!” He squawked and you removed the sword, Technoblade immediately took it from your hands shooting you a look that screamed,
‘We are talking about this later.’
Technoblade tossed the contents of the bag at Quackity and he snatched up all the potions he could shoving them into his chest. Immediately handing you the diamonds he had on him, as Quackity scurried away Technoblade didn’t remove his hand from your back. Once his yellow wings disappeared into the treeline Technoblade spun you around and pressed a kiss to your lips. It immediately stole your breath away, as you stumbled back a few steps.
“That.” He kissed your jaw, “was the hottest,” he kissed your neck next, “thing we’ve seen in a while.” Technoblade purred pressing another passionate kiss to your lips, your hands desperately tried to pull out his hair from his bun to give it a hard yank. A louder purr rumbled from his chest as he pulled away to rest his forehead on yours,
“So the voices liked my badassery too?”
“Oh yeah,” his eyes fluttered a little his breathing hitching, “god they want me to just bite the shit out of you. Mark you all over. You can’t tease them like, they’re sensitive.” You cooed softly tracing his jawline with nimble fingers,
“I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to them once we get home.” His eyes shot up to meet your own lidded ones, with a loud whistle he called Carl over, he scooped you up in his arms causing you to laugh loudly.
You could safely say that was the fastest you and Techno had ever gotten home.
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Red and Green
Jaemin x Reader
Genre: Angst
Warning: Smut, Swearing. (Jealous Jaemin)
WC: 1.3k
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A/N: Okay to be honest I started writing and it kind of just went in this direction. Please excuse the grammar I read over it but some things may have slipped through.
Na Jaemin was not in the mood for this party, he wasn’t in the mood because he hated the man that was hosting the party. He hated that his girlfriend was clueless to the idiots advances and had accepted the invitation without consulting him.
He glared at the back of the idiots head as you laughed at something he said. Jaemin’s anger only intensified when you threw your head back laughing harder, the other man's eyes darkening. He stood up, leaving his place against the wall and walked over to you, he was done with being the fly on the wall at this party, in fact, he was done with this party.
His hand curled around your elbow as he came to stop next to you, sending the man taking up your attention, a curt smile.
“Oh hey,” You said looking up at Jaemin. He pulled you into him letting go of your elbow and allowing his arms to loop around your waist.
“I’m just gonna borrow my girlfriend.” The boy frowned at Jaemin as you turned towards him fully, shooting Jaemin a glare which Jaemin full-heartedly returned.
“What’s wrong are you okay?” You asked letting him lead you towards the exit. “We’re leaving?”
He didn’t reply to you just kept his hand on your back gently as he guided you out the building.
“I hate that mother fucking idiot.” Jaemin finally said as you both got into his car. You let out a loud sigh as you pulled the seat belt over your chest. Jaemin looked at you his mouth falling slightly open.
“So you know?” He asked, you looked away from him.
“What that you hate him? You make it really obvious.” Jaemin could tell you were irritated at him, but he didn’t really care because he was still pissed.
“So then you also know that he takes every chance he can get to flirt with you,” Jaemin exclaimed, his brain was fogging over with a heavy layer of red and green. Anger and jealously were mixing to create an emotion he had never felt before.
“No he is not, and even if he was I’m not flirting back.” You said. Jaemin rolled his eyes at your reply. You really weren’t seeing it from his view, you weren’t even actually trying. Jaemin looked away from you directing his angry eyes on the car parked in front of him.
He started the car and didn’t reply. Choosing to let you both sit in an angry silence that filled the car. He couldn’t understand how you didn’t see what he was saying, it didn’t matter that you wouldn’t flirt back it was about the audacity of the guy to flirt in the first place. He just wanted you to see that. The fucker was blatantly disrespecting him.
Jaemin’s hands clenched around the steering wheel his knuckles turning white as he parked the car into a random spot outside your apartment building.
“Okay so you really don’t give a fuck if a girl flirts with me, it’s okay as long as I don’t flirt back?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes Jaemin, I trust you.” Jaemin sighed, closing his eyes. His anger getting the better of him.
“I trust you too, okay of course I trust you. But come on, that idiot looks at you like he wants to fucking eat you.”
“Stop swearing first of all,” You said, “and second he does not, we’ve known each other since we were kids our moms are good friends he had a whole life time to ask me out before you came along but he didn’t.”
Your statement rubbed him the wrong way, it was probably because of how mad he already was. But his brain was all of a sudden screaming at him that if he wasn’t there you’d go to him.
“So basically if he asked you out you’d be dating him instead of me. It just sucks that I happen to have asked first and now I’m in the way?” He glared at you as you stared at him. He could tell that you didn’t know how to reply to what he just said, and somewhere in the back of his head he also knew he sounded insane.
“Jaemin,” You said softly finally grabbing his attention. “That is not what I am saying.” Jaemin let you grab onto his arm pulling his hand into your lap.
“Babe I love you, I don’t want to be with anyone else.” Jaemin heard what you said, and on some level, he believed you. But he was still mad.
“I hate the way he looks at you,” Jaemin said his voice heavy. He was trying hard to sort his head out, it wasn’t your fault that other guys flirted with you. He knew that you didn’t flirt back and it wasn’t your fault that your family friend was a literal douche bag that deserved to be heated to a bloody pulp.
You didn’t reply to him just played with his fingers as he calmed himself down letting the feeling of you playing with his fingers lull him. Your fingers abruptly stopped causing him to turn his head towards you. You were staring at him, your eyes hooded as you licked your lips.
“How about I make it up to you?” You asked as your hand flew over to his crotch. Jaemin narrowed his eyes at you, taking in your flushed face, wet lips, and darkening eyes.
You moved your hand against him, helping him get hard. Jaemin groaned softly letting his hands fly to your face as he pulled you towards him. His lips pressing against yours roughly as his tongue met yours, he kissed his frustration out as you undid his pants letting your hand slide inside, working your hand over this hardening length.
“Fuck,” Jaemin groaned against your mouth before lightly biting down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you. He watched as you pulled out of his grasp, licking your swollen lips. You leaned over the console taking his erection out of his pants. Your breath fanned over his cock as you brought your mouth closer to him.
He let out a low moan as you licked the tip collecting the precum onto your tongue before pressing a soft kiss to his head.
“You don’t have to be jealous baby.” You said, pressing another kiss to the underside. “I’m all yours.”
You trailed wet kisses down his now painfully hard dick, his hips snapping up at you as he grew impatient from your teasing.
“Y/N come on.” He moaned as you pressed another kiss to his head. He curled his fingers into the back of your head guiding you to him. He groaned as you took him into your mouth, the heat of your mouth causing him to moan loudly. His hand pulling at your hair as you bobbed your head. Incoherent swears flying out of his mouth as his head fell back, his eyes closing shut as he focused on the suction you created around him with your mouth.
His body heated, his muscles drawing taut as he came closer to his climax more moans slipped through his lips, his hand on its own pushed you down further onto him, he was so close, his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag around him and he came. More nonsense swears flowing out of him as he filled your mouth with his cum. You took it all.
He hissed when you wrapped your hand around him again, letting him go with a wet pop as you breathed heavily. He finally looked down at you watching you as you swallowed.
Using his hand to pull you back up to his face Jaemin pulled your mouth back up to his kissing you again as he tasted himself on your tongue.
“All mine.” He muttered against your lips.
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Ald Sotha/ Sotha Sad midnight headcanons that I'm incoherently writing after waking up:
Since I will ignore all canon, there were some chimeri dialects besides the standard and Ald Sotha has a very specific one with a very specific accent, and then you got Sil during his first days with the Psijics sounding like the equivalent of a southenern among brits and randomly slipping into the dialect from home (he still does that at Clockwork City).
They were fancy artsy fishermen, yes. But also these folks were feral. You have everyone in hoisted-up skirts and rolled up sleeves walking barefoot in the mud, carrying baskets of fish (baskets which they made), mothers strapping children to their back while trying to strangle a slaughter fish, that one uncle who just drank 10 sujamas and throwing the bottles at cliffracers...you know the stuff.
Idk why but I always got the feeling the ladies were in charge so you have the Sotha mom just bossing everyone around while wielding a big wooden spoon and bonking people in the head, all the aunties being her eyes and ears and of course, grandma who only essentially has the same energy as Mrs. Pacard.
I'm gonna assume the Psijic had vacations so there was that time Seht took Divayth as a guest and to this day that mer is the only mortal who has seen Sotha. motherfuckingdepression Sil jumping half naked next tlo like three or four mer into a fucking lake to stop that fish from eating his uncle's leg while yelling in whatever dialect the folks of Ald Sotha speak, something like "YOU FUCKING SHITE I SWEAR BY ME NAN'S UNDERWEAR—" and then got hit by the tail.
Fyr approves.
They don't get visitors very often so rumors go wild (wilder than usual) when it happens.
That and Sil somehow is the only one who got out of there for a time so you can imagine the party they threw everytime he came back for some time. Much at the expense of a very tired and socially awkward Sil who is about to pass out.
As much as our favorite depressed clockwork god spent his childhood locked in his room thinkering and shit, if he didn't help he was getting the wooden spoon so you got young chimer Sil all covered in mud and clay with a fish twice his size on one hand and a basket full of eggs on the other. And a couple of bruises.
There is no way him and Nall didn't get chased by cliffracers everytime they went outside, that's when young Sil learned barrier spells.
Ald Sotha had very specific cuisine based on seafood, which for most outsiders is barely eatable cause wtf were these fuckers puting on it???? Anyways, Seht can cook and prepare some dishes from time to time to see who in Clockwork City has the guts to try them.
For angst purposes, let's pretend there were throwing a party for something or someone the day the destruction of Ald Sotha happened.
On a less angsty note, very close community. One time your mom took care of you, your sister and babysat at least three other kids, the other you were babysitting half the village, third day and you were at your aunt's place next to other children who weren't even your cousins but you know exactly who everyone is and lives.
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So I'm in Disney World right now and thought it would be fun to write what each WarioWare character would be doing in each theme park. First, Magic Kingdom.
Wario: in the Adventureland fountain fishing for coins people threw in there.
Mona: "No Wario don't do it you'll get kicked out"
Jimmy: Takes pictures in front of all the rides and doesn't actually get on them.
Crygor: fawns over all the hokey "futuristic" technology on the Peoplemover
Kat and Ana: try to cut in as many lines as they can without getting caught
Dribble: on Tomorrowland Speedway trying to make the car go more than 10 miles per hour
Spitz: in the stands at Tomorrowland Speedway angry that he doesn't meet the height requirement.
9-Volt and 5-Volt: on Buzz Lightyear. 9-Volt watches as his mother soundly beats him
18-Volt: in the car behind them yelling every time he scores. He, too, is beating 9-Volt.
Orbulon: goes on Astro Orbiter and spends the whole time trying to figure out the controls.
Ashley: Asks a cast member if she can be the 1,000th happy haunt in the Haunted Mansion
Red: Tries to tell her it doesn't work like that
Penny and Mike: sing along to all the songs in PhilharMagic and get dirty looks because they aren't being quiet about it
Cricket: parkours to a teacup on the Mad Tea Party and spins that fucker as fast as he can
Lulu: endures this Extreme Velocity so she can be with him
Mantis: in a separate cup, doesn't spin it at all
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