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Dear Diary, Part Three

Link to part two: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/eddieshellkitten/688085369143656448?source=share

March 10, 1986

You didn’t quite know what you were feeling, butterflies in your stomach? You knew how that felt. This was beyond that. You were having lunch with Eddie Munson today. You didn’t care how people may label you or think about you. But you still couldn’t describe just how nervous you were. 

The bell had already rung signifying that class was over, how long ago that was? You had no idea, but it was lunchtime so you had to go eventually. Briefly glancing at your diary and books, you took a deep breath and gathered your items heading towards the door. Before you could get in your mind anymore about the situation you head straight for the cafeteria. 

Once you get to the cafeteria you are met with Eddie giving Jason a weird face. To better describe it he had his fingers as devil horns and his tongue sticking out, but once he turned towards you it’s like your entire body just melted right there and then. He gave you a soft smile

‘Hi sweetheart’ he said softly. 

Yeah, you were definitely a goner. You wanted to grab your diary right then and there and just write away, you couldn’t describe it at all. Giving him a small wave, you start heading in his direction, until you hear Jason.

‘Hey new girl, come have a seat with us!’ he stands up smiling at you. Giving a quick shake of your head you head over to Eddie and his friends. ‘Hi Eddie, thanks for inviting me to sit with you today.’ He pulled out the chair directly next to him smiling at you, ‘have a seat, let me introduce you to everyone.’ Sitting down, he starts going over everyone’s names but it went one ear and out the other, you got one look at his hands and you were done for, those rings? How could anyone focus after that? Well not you considering one of Eddie’s hands was waving in front of your face. ‘Earth to y/n, everything okay?’ 

‘Yes, oh I’m so sorry I just forgot the teacher wanted to discuss something during lunch, I’ll see you around?’ Quickly gathering your things you practically run out of the cafeteria outside to the bleachers located on the football field. Sitting down and grabbing your diary and beginning to write.

Dear Diary, 

What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I act normal around this guy? One slight thing and I'm in shambles. Plus, I’m starting to give it away now, I got caught off guard by Eddie himself. What is going on, this is more than a crush that is for sure. Love? I’m not that obsessed, yet. If I can’t even act normal around him at lunch, how am I going to act on a one on one date with Eddie Munson? I’m starting to feel sorry for myself with how pathetic I’m acting. Maybe Nancy will know what to do.

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Dear diary, part two

Link to part one: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/eddieshellkitten/687449666521006080?source=share

March 7, 1986

Dear Diary,

He said hi to me today, I almost, and I mean almost said hi back. I couldn’t even let out anything but a squeak. How embarrassing is that? It’s like my mind went completely blank and I couldn’t even think of the word hi! How could I even tell him I think he’s cute if I can’t seriously say hi?

March 8, 1986

Dear Diary, 

I found a way to get close to him, Steve and Dustin are close so maybe I can ask Steve to ask Dustin to introduce me. I feel like some creep right now trying to scheme out ways to even say hi to this guy. Connor never made me feel this way, but yet some guy I've never even muttered a word to has me weak in the knees. He’s got the look, he’s got the eyes that make me crush, he can definitely make a scene and deserves that spotlight. I can’t even begin to fathom what that would be like up close and in the bedroom. Nancy says it's just a little crush, but why is it dwelling inside of me wanting to just crawl out, I can’t handle this ‘little crush’. I know he sells drugs, hell, everyone knows probably even the school counselor. Maybe I can set up a mock sale to try and just talk to him. 

March 9, 1986

Dear Diary,

Who goes to a party on a Sunday night? That’s right, Robin and Steve of all people. Guess who's being dragged along? It’s me, so you guessed right! Want to know how they bribed me? Eddie. Eddie of all people is supposed to be going. So I don’t even have to set up a mock sale, he will be there tonight! I’m not a huge drinker but if it helps me talk to him bring it on! I’ll update later on, they are here to get me! 

March 10, 1986

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know where to begin, we played a game of beer pong and I don’t remember most of the night after that. But I received this note in my locker today from Eddie of all people! 

“Hi sweetheart,

I hope you don’t mind if I call you that, I try to create a little nickname for everyone, hell you should hear Dustin’s, he doesn’t let me admit it outloud, but anyways, I had a great time last night, I’m sure you had an even better time though. I’m looking forward to going out this weekend, and as promised we will meet at the park because as you said your dad would freak. Although I would totally love to see his reaction, I shall grant your wish. I’ll see you at lunch sweetheart. 

Eds (that’s all you would call me last night)”

I don’t even know how to react, so the only reaction that came to mind is to write! I have to go before class starts but I’ll totally write about everything later!

[eddieshellkitten]

On me

Note: One of my old fics, but still one of my top favorites

Summary: Classes were something new, what happens when Negan is teaching it? 

It's a quick class, at least that's what Negan liked to call it. One of his men were sent to watch the wall while we gathered our supplies since unfortunately, Alexandria got overtaken by walkers. Here you were in a class with your group, learning how to survive among the saviors. We understood not to cross the man, needless to say after what went down with Glenn. You knew Negan had some rough edges, but you didn't expect the soft spot once it came to you. 

It was as if he had a crush on you or sorts. He made sure you were comfortable, he said you got the second best bedroom there, next to his. He's had the most patience with you probably since you've been here. There's been countless flirting and teasing between the two of you. But what could you say? He was an attractive guy. 

He was pretty cocky as well to say the least, you’ve heard some of his comments. Although he seems to have respect for them, he doesn’t have a filter for what comes out of his mouth. This room made you feel like you were back in highschool.

“Hey,” you heard a voice cut off your wandering thoughts followed by a knock against the wooden table in front of you. “Get off that cloud nine shit and come back to us, this is important for your own survival darling.” His tone was stern but not too stern. When you looked up finally, your eyes met with Negan’s which caused your cheeks to blush immediately. 

“Sorry, sir.” You say with a small smirk before returning your eyes back to the board ahead of you.

“You better be. Otherwise, I just might have to give you an old fashioned punishment.” He says, giving back the same smirk as you and went back to the lesson. That was the only thing on your mind, the rest of the class. You didn’t care to look at anyone else, to see there reactions.

The class was over before you knew it, you must’ve been out of it completely. By the time you looked up there was no one but you and Negan in the room. Standing up, you were used to gathering your stuff from high school, so when your hand came in contact with the make-shift desk. You were a bit taken off guard, as well, when you turned around and came in contact with Negan’s chest. 

“I need you to stay behind for a ‘sec, darlin’.” The smirk he had previously still plastered on his lips as he looked down at you, locking the door behind him. You knew exactly what he wanted, but who were you to deny him? 

“Of course, sir.” Drawing out the sir a bit, a flirty tone to your voice. It’s been a while, hell you knew you were rusty. Hopefully he doesn’t catch on. When you glance towards him again, his eyes are on you. It caught you off guard a bit, his looks can definitely kill. Except for you, it looked more as if he was looking at prey. As if he was finally getting the big catch.

“Usually in this position I’d mind my p’s and q’s but you baby girl, you've made it very hard to keep quiet.” 

You smirk up at him, observing his facial expressions.

“What do you mean… Sir?” You give the best innocent look you can manage. 

“That. That right there is what I mean,” he’s quick to pick your body up and sit it down on his desk. Your legs being pushed apart by his legs. A quick look up to him, you notice his eyes are glazed over with lust. He caught his prey, he was going to enjoy it. 

His lips capture yours, heated and rushed. He pulls away, trailing a line of kisses down your neck. Just as they’re on you, he pulls off his shirt, making a quick work of yours as well.

“Never thought this day would come, it's already far better than I imagined.” He says as his eyes trace over your half bare body, a smirk still spread across his lips. 

Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, you slide it off his arms, feeling the muscles move. Knowing you probably don't have long, you begin to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down. Sliding the boxers down along with them, his cock curves up towards his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. 

Not wasting any time, Negan unbuttons your pants, easily sliding the zipper down and slipping his fingers in. 

“Already so wet for me.” He whispers, as he takes in how well your body is responding to him. A light touch against your clit has you shivering. His fingers rubbing through your folds has you bucking your hips up for more. Yet two fingers slipping into your entrance has you a withering mess. 

Wanting more you grab ahold of his hand, removing it from your jeans and sliding them off along with the panties. He seems to understand as his hands move to turn you around, one quick movement of bending you over. His cock already lining up with your entrance. His hand moves up your back, just a light touch as it follows up to your neck. 

He nudges your legs apart, the tip of his cock slipping inside of you. As he slowly slides inside of you giving you time to adjust with each movement. His hand wraps around your hair, forming it into a ponytail. It doesn’t take him long to begin moving. His thrusts are quick and hard, not seeming to stop anytime soon. 

You know you're going to last long, it feels like forever since you’ve had sex, well good sex. Not being able to form a sentence, only his name and moans manage to leave your lips. 

“Fuck sweetheart, so damn tight.” Still not relenting on his thrusts, his balls loosely hitting the lower part of your butt, with each movement. 

Not too long after you feel your stomach tighten. With one more thrust your orgasm washes over you. It only takes him a few more before he’s pulling out and you feel his cum across your back. 

“Damn, gonna have to do that more often.” He says between heavy breathing, getting himself dressed again before walking out of the room. Couldn’t say you were surprised.

[eddieshellkitten]

Burn

Note: One of my old fics from when I wrote under the name CrowleysHellKitten, hope you enjoy it! 18+ only please! 

Summary: Salt and Burn goes south, what happens when you decide to rest up for the night?

The last thing you expected was to be in a cabin, with Sam hovering over you. It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, but it turned out to be more. Bobby told you about this place to stay in, until both of you figured out exactly what exactly was going on. Plus the last sign you saw said ‘Welcome To Indiana’. The bunker was obviously out of the question.

That brings you back to where you are now, Sam crawling up from your feet. Smoothing his hands along your soft legs, tenderly laying them open for him to fit between. A soft smile plays on your face, the fireplace illuminating his face, leaving a soft glow to his skin. His fingers meet your sex first, toying and fingering at the soft lips, circling the pad of his thumb at your hidden clit.

A soft whimper escapes your mouth, at the new sensation. Sam licks his lips and lowers to your slick skin. He laps at your lips, rocking his chin against you, his top teeth grazing the tender nub with every stroke. Bucking your hips up, you tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly. He rides your flexing hips with his chin, pressing down at your stomach with a wide and heavy hand.

Biting your lip, you keep your hand tangled in his hair. “Fuck, feels so good Sam. You're so fucking good at this.”

“Mmm..” He tips his head up just enough to quickly murmur, “cause I love it.”

He goes back to lapping and sucking at you, harder and a little faster as your knees start to tremble over his shoulders. You try to stop the shaking, but he can feel the corner of his mouth slightly turn upwards. As if he can sense your oncoming orgasm.

“Let go, baby, just let it go” Sam whispers, but it’s enough to get you coming undone. Your head falls back against the makeshift bed. He rocks his face into you, the approximation of thrusting into you. His lips tight around your clit, flicking his tongue against the tender button relentlessly. You grab ahold of the sheets tightly as the orgasm continues to wash over you, causing your eyes to shut tightly.

Sam lightens off and slows as you lose your control, your pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably under his lips. He finally lays light and fluttering kisses against your flushed and swollen skin, murmuring encouragement into your sex. Finally opening your eyes as you stop shaking, you smile at him grabbing his hand to pull him up towards you.

He settles over her, breathing hard and sniffing, “like a taste? You might not like it..”

Before thinking twice you bring your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down and kissing him heavily and hard. Sam moans in some surprise, letting you suckle your own tangy and sweaty flavor from his lips and tongue.

You pull away leaving light kisses along his jawline and neck. “Want you Sam.. Want to feel your cock in me.”

He reaches a hand down and pushes your knee down straight beneath him.  “Put your legs down, together.”

You raise an eyebrow but do as you're told, relaxing your body. He pushes gently at your legs, twisting your hips away from him, so your shoulders are flat but your knees are pointed away from him. Sam snuggles up beside and slightly behind your ass, stroking himself smoothly, then lining up with your closed pussy. He presses up into the tighter space, holding his breath at the intimate grip of your thighs and ass cheeks on his hard length.

Moaning at the new feeling of being stretched open, letting him go at his pace. Slowly he begins to roll up into you, bouncing his hips against your backside with each deliberate thrust. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out, only heavy breathing.

He slaps up into you faster and more urgently, groaning with every other panted breath. “Feels so... good... so tight, can you fuck back onto me?”

His loose balls slap against your bottom, his cock not quite fully seated in you, but the angle is such to make his eyes cross and his mouth go dry.Placing your hand on his back, keeping them close together.

“Fuck Sam... You nod moving slightly to angle your hips with his, beginning to meet his thrusts, moving your hips down to meet his “Shit.. Sam.. So fucking good.”

He threads an arm around you to grip at your breast, squeezing tight. He doesn't slow or relax or shift position, but drives his need up into you, chasing that breaking point deep inside.You begin to move your body in time with him, moving at an angle to where he's fully inside of you with each thrust.

His mouth drops open, panting hard, thrusting forcefully. He's not gonna last long at this rate,a strangled grunt and his balls draw up tight, his hips drive deeper, sharper, then jerk uncoordinated and sloppy as he fills you with his thick release. Your release chasing his.

“Fuck.. Oh god, baby girl.”

Sam’s hips slow and relax, his cock still twitching every time his overly sensitive cockhead drags into your slick passage. He easily slips out, feeling the mixed release on your inner thighs, you let out a soft laugh.

“I think a shower is in order.” His laughter fills the room at your comment.

[eddieshellkitten]

Dear Diary,

Hi everyone! It has been a few years since I’ve wrote something, but I sincerely hope that you like reading this! This will be part of a series, I was formally known as CrowleysHellKitten and will post my old post if requested. Enjoy reading! 

March 3, 1986

Dear Diary,

I know it’s been a while, twenty-three days to be exact. But it’s been so busy with everything going on with the move and dad’s new job, things aren’t quite the same and there is something oddly strange about where we moved to. Of all places, why Hawkins, Indiana? What’s so special about Indiana? I feel like I left my consciousness back in North Carolina. But I'm here right now, starting over. I thought about going and exploring the town for the first night here, but I think I’ll wait and see if I make any friends at my new school. I start tomorrow at a place called Hawkins high school, ironic right? Of course it’s named after the town. Words for the future: be brave, be kind, and enjoy the fresh start. After all, it’s just a small town in Indiana right? 

March 4, 1986

Dear Diary,

We went and signed up for school today. Since it’s a Tuesday, they want us to start tomorrow, us being Britten and I. She will start in 8th grade while I’ll be in my sophomore year. They said as long as everything transfers over smoothly I should be good to continue on to the fall semester as a junior. Connor reached out today, he still isn’t taking the break up very well, but it was inevitable with me moving. No one else has really reached out but it’s only been a week, maybe I’ll hear from someone. It’s late so I should really go to bed, but I didn’t want to miss another day of writing, til tomorrow. 

March 6, 1986

Dear Diary,

Not much happened yesterday on the first day of school, I met some new friends though, Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley, great gals! But I also met, well I didn’t really meet but I saw the most incredible thing, or well person today. They called him ‘the freak’ but Robin said his actual name, or nickname is Eddie. He was straight out of one of my sisters posters, I don’t get how she can stand that music. But he was like pure sex on legs almost, I feel weird even saying that. I just want to run my hands through his hair and let them get tangled up. I feel like it would be thick but like he takes care of it at the same time. I’ve never felt this way about someone before when I’ve never even spoken to them. It’s straight out of one of my romance novels. It makes me look forward to tomorrow, I’ll have to ask Robin more about Eddie. 

[eddieshellkitten]

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EVERYBODY SHOULD READ THIS!!!!!!!!! REBLOG…IT CAN SAVE A LIFE OR TWO!!! WARNING: Some knew about the red light on cars, but not Dialing 112. An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren’s parents have always told her to never pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc. Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called, 112 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was and there weren’t, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way.  Ten minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes. I never knew about the 112 Cell Phone feature. I tried it on my AT&T phone & it said, “Dialing Emergency Number.” Especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going on to a safe place. *Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112 was a direct link to State trooper info. So, now it’s your turn to let your friends know about “Dialing, 112” You may want to send this to every Man, Woman & Youngster you know; it may well save a life.  This applies to ALL 50 states PLEASE PASS ALONG TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY, IT CAN SAVE A LIFE….

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I swiped my credit card on this vending machine and it said “no sale” and just spat out a dollar bill at me??

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if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

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Reblog for Good luck🙏🏼

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What’s your fantasy?

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this is the most sophisticated phishing e-mail I have ever received and if they had sized the logo correctly and actually proofread the fucking thing I probably would’ve clicked that button

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Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

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Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

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