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“Really, there's no Cookie that's smarter than me!”

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★ 2nd house & diets ★

★ aries in the 2nd house ★

your health thrives with bold, energizing foods that keep you fueled. opt for dishes like spicy tacos, roasted red pepper hummus, chili with beans, and roasted root vegetables for a satisfying kick. include anti-inflammatory foods like berries and leafy greens to help with aries’ natural intensity. high-protein foods (lean meats, legumes) keep your energy steady. supplements like B-complex vitamins, iron, and omega-3s support stamina and mental clarity. stay hydrated, and consider magnesium to support muscle relaxation and ease stress.

★ taurus in the 2nd house ★

you benefit from hearty, grounding meals that feel comforting. try dishes like creamy mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, stews, and whole grain salads to keep you feeling nourished and centered. foods high in fiber, like leafy greens and root vegetables, support digestive health. biotin and vitamin E are ideal supplements for skin, hair, and nails, while calcium and magnesium support bone health and relaxation. a daily multivitamin can ensure balance, as you enjoy the richness of a varied, nutrient-dense diet.

★ gemini in the 2nd house ★

light, versatile meals work well for you, helping you stay mentally sharp and physically agile. think veggie stir-fries with nuts, avocado toast, fruit salads, and smoothie bowls. foods rich in B vitamins (whole grains, nuts, leafy greens) help keep your energy and focus stable. include antioxidant-rich foods like berries to support brain health. B-complex supplements are helpful for mental clarity, and omega-3s can support cognitive function. staying hydrated with electrolytes can enhance focus and energy.

★ cancer in the 2nd house ★

comforting, nurturing foods help you feel grounded. dishes like creamy soups, stews, rice pudding, and cucumber salads are gentle on your digestive system. prioritize hydrating, water-rich foods like melons and cucumbers, which help balance emotional and physical well-being. a daily probiotic and ginger or peppermint tea can support digestive health, while calcium and magnesium help promote calm and relaxation. consider a multivitamin for balanced support, as consistent nourishment provides a sense of security.

★ leo in the 2nd house ★

vibrant, nutrient-rich foods support your radiant energy. try dishes like citrus-glazed salmon, honey-roasted vegetables, spiced oatmeal with fresh fruit, and colorful salads. include foods rich in vitamin D (mushrooms, fortified grains) and antioxidants like berries and bell peppers. supplements like vitamin C and zinc boost immunity, while vitamin D3 supports energy and vitality. a daily multivitamin helps you maintain a balanced diet, ensuring you feel both nourished and confident.

★ virgo in the 2nd house ★

your health benefits from simple, wholesome meals that nourish your body and mind. think lentil stew, roasted root vegetables, fresh salads, and whole-grain bowls with lean proteins. prioritize unprocessed, fiber-rich foods that are easy to digest. probiotics, as well as B-complex vitamins, help support gut health and mental clarity. magnesium can be beneficial for relaxation, and a multivitamin keeps your nutrient levels balanced. choosing foods that feel clean and light aligns with your natural inclination for wellness.

★ libra in the 2nd house ★

balanced, aesthetically pleasing meals are key for your well-being. enjoy dishes like berry-topped yogurt bowls, colorful salads, figs with honey and cheese, and well-plated grain bowls. include antioxidant-rich foods like berries and leafy greens, which support skin health. supplements like biotin and vitamin E enhance beauty from within, while a multivitamin helps maintain balanced nutrition. staying hydrated and incorporating herbal teas can help maintain harmony, keeping your body and mind in sync.

★ scorpio in the 2nd house ★

intense, nutrient-dense foods that feel transformative are ideal for you. meals like dark chocolate chili, pomegranate and berry salad, black bean and truffle tacos, and eggplant parmesan suit your tastes. include detoxifying foods like dark leafy greens and beets to support immune health. zinc and iron supplements help sustain vitality, while adaptogens (like ashwagandha or reishi) aid in managing stress. probiotics promote digestive balance, especially if you enjoy rich, bold flavors in your meals.

★ sagittarius in the 2nd house ★

adventurous, hearty meals that bring a sense of abundance resonate with you. dishes like grain bowls with legumes, holiday-inspired roast dinners, curries, and colorful salads are ideal for sagittarius’ expansive energy. liver-supporting foods like leafy greens and lemon water aid in detox, while probiotic supplements help keep digestion balanced. milk thistle or turmeric supplements support liver health, while a multivitamin provides a solid nutrient foundation. staying mindful of portions can help balance your love for indulgent flavors.

★ capricorn in the 2nd house ★

simple, grounding foods that focus on longevity suit your health approach. meals like roasted root vegetables, lentil stew, pickled veggie platters, and hearty bean soups provide lasting energy. calcium and vitamin D-rich foods (almonds, leafy greens) support bone health, which is essential with capricorn’s influence. supplements like calcium, magnesium, and vitamin D3 offer foundational support, while a multivitamin provides consistent nutrition. a balanced diet of whole foods helps you feel grounded and nourished.

★ aquarius in the 2nd house ★

unique, innovative foods keep you excited about health. try dishes like superfood smoothie bowls, acai bowls, dragon fruit salads, and kimchi stir-fries to satisfy your taste for the unconventional. antioxidant-rich foods (berries, nuts) support circulation and mental clarity. omega-3 supplements enhance focus and nervous system health, while probiotics aid digestion if you enjoy fermented foods. including B-complex vitamins also supports mental sharpness and energy, keeping you in sync with aquarius’ eclectic energy.

★ pisces in the 2nd house ★

soothing, gentle foods that nourish body and spirit are ideal for you. try dishes like miso soup, mushroom risotto, seaweed salad, and herbal teas to maintain balance and calm. hydrating foods with immune-supportive ingredients like ginger, citrus, and garlic align well with pisces’ sensitive energy. vitamin C and zinc help boost immunity, while magnesium aids relaxation and sleep. a fish oil or omega-3 supplement enhances mental clarity and emotional balance, supporting a sense of overall well-being.

★ sun in the 2nd house ★

your health thrives on meals that feel vibrant and energizing, so focus on nutrient-dense, hearty foods that support vitality and confidence. dishes like citrus-glazed salmon, honey-roasted vegetables, spiced oatmeal with fresh fruit, and lemony quinoa salad are ideal. include warming spices like ginger and cinnamon, and foods high in vitamin D (mushrooms, fortified grains) to boost energy. vitamin C (citrus fruits, bell peppers) supports immunity, while a daily multivitamin and vitamin D3 supplement can help keep you feeling strong, especially in low-sunlight months.

★ moon in the 2nd house ★

comforting, nourishing foods that evoke emotional warmth are essential for your health. dishes like creamy mashed potatoes, seafood chowder, rice pudding, and cucumber salads provide the grounding and soothing energy you crave. prioritizing gentle, easy-to-digest foods supports your sensitive stomach. water-rich foods like melons, cucumbers, and soups are also beneficial. to support digestive health, a probiotic supplement and ginger or peppermint tea can be helpful. calcium and magnesium supplements also aid relaxation and emotional balance, providing a sense of stability and calm.

★ mercury in the 2nd house ★

light, versatile meals that support mental clarity work best for you. opt for dishes like veggie stir-fry with nuts, avocado toast, fruit and nut salads, or blueberry smoothie bowls to keep your mind sharp. a diet high in B vitamins (found in leafy greens, whole grains, nuts) supports nervous system health. staying hydrated is essential, so drink plenty of water and consider electrolytes if needed. supplements like B-complex vitamins, magnesium, and omega-3s (for cognitive support) can help you maintain focus and energy.

★ venus in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy indulgent, beautiful meals that feel like a treat, bringing pleasure and harmony to your health routine. dishes like strawberry and goat cheese salads, berry-topped french toast, truffle pasta, figs with honey and cheese, and chocolate fondue are perfect for you. antioxidants (from berries, leafy greens) and foods rich in healthy fats support glowing skin and overall vitality. biotin and vitamin E supplements are excellent for skin, hair, and nails, while a daily multivitamin can help maintain a balanced sense of well-being.

★ mars in the 2nd house ★

you need bold, energizing foods that satisfy your active and determined nature. spicy dishes like beef tacos, roasted garlic and red pepper hummus, chili with beans, and roasted root vegetables align with your high-energy vibe. protein-rich foods (like lean meats, legumes) help maintain strength. supplements like iron and B-complex vitamins can support energy levels, and adding a turmeric supplement helps reduce inflammation if spicy foods are a staple. staying well-hydrated with electrolyte support is also beneficial.

★ jupiter in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy hearty, abundant meals that feel celebratory. classic dishes like grain bowls with legumes, mac and cheese, holiday-inspired roast dinners, potato and leek soup, and bread pudding bring a sense of satisfaction. while you enjoy variety, aim for moderation to balance richness. antioxidant-rich foods (like berries) support immune health, while a daily multivitamin ensures a balanced nutrient intake. probiotics are helpful for digestive balance, and milk thistle or turmeric supplements support liver health if you enjoy occasional indulgences.

★ saturn in the 2nd house ★

simple, grounding meals that emphasize longevity and consistency resonate with you. meals like lentil stew, roasted root vegetables, pickled veggie platters, and hearty bean soups are ideal, providing sustained energy. foods high in calcium and vitamin D (almonds, leafy greens, dairy) support bone health, an area of focus with saturn’s influence. calcium and magnesium supplements aid bone strength and muscle relaxation, while vitamin D3 supports immunity. a quality multivitamin offers foundational support for your well-being.

★ uranus in the 2nd house ★

you enjoy unique, innovative foods that break from the traditional. superfood smoothie bowls, acai bowls, dragon fruit salads, kimchi stir-fry, and kombucha-marinated tofu suit your eclectic tastes. foods high in antioxidants and omega-3s (like berries, fish, nuts) support circulation and mental clarity. adding supplements like omega-3s and B-complex vitamins can help maintain focus and nervous system health. probiotics are also beneficial for digestive support, especially if you enjoy fermented foods.

★ neptune in the 2nd house ★

your health benefits from gentle, soothing meals that feel spiritually nourishing. dishes like miso soup, mushroom risotto, seaweed salad, lavender-infused desserts, and herbal teas help keep you balanced. focus on hydrating foods and immune-supportive ingredients like ginger, citrus, and garlic. vitamin C and zinc are helpful for immunity, while magnesium can support relaxation and sleep. a fish oil or omega-3 supplement is beneficial, especially if seafood is part of your diet, as it enhances mental clarity and calm.

★ pluto in the 2nd house ★

you’re drawn to intense, nutrient-dense foods that feel transformative and empowering. meals like dark chocolate chili, pomegranate and berry salad, black bean and truffle tacos, eggplant parmesan, and rich red wine risotto resonate with you. dark leafy greens, berries, and high-protein foods provide lasting energy. a multivitamin ensures foundational nutrition, while zinc and iron support resilience and vitality. adaptogenic herbs (like ashwagandha or reishi) can be beneficial for stress management, while probiotics promote digestive balance.

[oneforthemunny]

car troubles |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: "don't make me pull this van over" with dom!eddie. based off this ask from horny hours yesterday. this ended up being much longer that I expected it to be so enjoy lol.

contains: minors dni 18+. dom!mean!brat tamer!eddie, sub!brat!reader, spanking, exhibitonism, all consensual and pre-consented to.

"I saw you, Eddie!" You shrilled, hand slamming on the console in between the two of you.

Eddie's teeth grit, white knuckled grip on the wheel, heavy soled boots pressing further and further onto the gas, the van flying over the backroads of Hawkins.

The two of you had been going at it since you left the diner. He'd picked you up earlier that morning, sweet kisses and gentle touches that left you giggly and dizzy when he doted on you, opening your doors and taking you to the small restaurant outside of Hawkins- the one you'd been begging to go to for weeks, a Woodstock renovated type filled with nostalgic junk on every corner, shambled together into an aesthetic, vintage, flower child vibe, and with the best waffles in Indiana, according to your friend.

Eddie was smitten, proud of how happy it made you when he pulled into the parking lot, surprising you with the breakfast spot. You'd squealed, wrapping him up in your arms, peppering kisses and nuzzling into his cheek with muttered "thank you, thank you, thank you" until he was blushing and laughing under your affection. "Anything for you, baby doll." He'd winked, playfully tapping your ass when you passed him into the open door, holding onto his arm sweetly, overwhelmed with devotion as you sat at the booth.

The free and easy vibe of the place was pleasing to you, casual and a little funky, while the two of you gazed around the restaurant, scanning the walls at the millions of vintage posters and memorabilia from the sixties and seventies. The entire place exuded causal friendliness, laid back and relaxed, which was wonderful; until you saw your waitress.

Sandy- as her name tag read, propped right on the neckline of her plunging shirt, breasts pushed up and the yellow, gaudy name tag rested half on the exposed skin. She made sure to greet Eddie with an extra wide smile, which he returned. She took your drink orders, but not before telling him his hair was "sick, like Slash" and sashaying away, little jean shorts riding up with every step. Eddie was elated at the compliment, making a joke about his bass playing skills to you, only to be met with your pursed lips, unimpressed stare.

The entire meal got worse, you shot daggers at Sandy every time she came to check on you, rolling your eyes and snapping your order. You knew you were being mean, territorial, but how could you not be?

Eddie tried to talk to you, sweet coaxing and gentle chatter that you returned with an upturned nose and a huff. Eddie ground his teeth, eyes rolling at the change in demeanor.

It wasn't until Sandy returned with the bill, dipping down low to place it in front of Eddie, hand on his shoulder and breasts practically in his face, purring at him to, "Take it easy, and drive safe." that you'd had enough. Eddie's eyes lingered to her chest, gawking slightly before blushing red. Your mouth fell open, jaw dropping in shock and anger, furiously kicking him under the table, sandaled feet knocking into his shin.

"Ow," Eddie hissed, eyes cutting to yours. "What was that for?"

"You fucking pig, you know what that was for." You snapped, slamming your hands on the table as you climbed out of the booth, storming out of the restaurant, bell shrilling over the glass door when you stomped towards the van.

Eddie blushed a deep crimson, embarrassed heat spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He could feel the stares of the other patrons, wide eyed and snickering. Eddie's hands shook when he reached into his wallet, placing the bills on the table before walking out quickly, head held low.

"Man, I'd never let my girl act like that." Some guy muttered under his breath when Eddie passed, his friends sneering in agreement. Eddie let his curls fall in front of his face, curtaining his humiliated blush.

You stood by the car, arms crossed and stomping your foot when he started towards you. "Hurry up and unlock the van." You snapped.

"The fuck was what?" Eddie asked, throwing his hands out. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Oh, don't start this shit with me, Eddie." You huffed, hand grabbing the van's handle roughly, tugging it while it remained closed. You knew it drove Eddie wild when you did that, the reprimanding threat to "knock it off" before the handle fell off. You smirked, yanking even harder, while he shoved his key in the door.

"Hey," Eddie snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you from over the window of the van, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

You huffed, feeling the doors click open before you ripped the door open, plopping into the passenger side. You and Eddie slammed the door equally hard, glaring at each other while he started the car.

"What's the matter?" Eddie sighed, tipping his head back to lean against the seat, tired and bored. You snarled.

"Oh, like you don't know." You snapped, shoving your seatbelt on with a furious click. "I don't mean to ruin your time with your little girlfriend in there."

Eddie gawked, wide eyed in disbelief. "Are-Are you being fuckin' serious right now-"

"-Yeah, Eddie I am!" You roared, throwing your hands out towards the restaurant. "You two were eye fucking in there the entire time, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Eddie's eyes cut to the building, seeing the eyes of the patrons watching him in amusement, lined against the booths by the window enjoying the show the two of you were providing for them. Eddie growled, throwing the van into reverse, pulling out of the gravel parking lot furiously, speeding down the backroads back to Hawkins.

You continued to berate him, snippy comments, mean and full of venom shooting back at him, shrill and accusing while he tried to remain calm.

Eddie took a deep breath in. "Baby, I wasn't looking at her, I swear!"

That led you to go nuclear, off the handle, shrilling your accusations with wide eyes towards him, popping his bubble of calmness.

"Her tits were right in my face, what did you expect?" Eddie threw his hands up. "I didn't mean to look at them, they-they were just right fucking there!"

"Yeah, because you'd been giving her signals the whole time, you piece of shit!" You screamed, shoving him angrily on the shoulder. "You'd been checking her out the entire fucking time, no wonder she thought she could put her tits in your face! I'm surprised you didn't shove your face in them right there! Sure seemed like you wanted to, you asshole!"

"Alright, hey," Eddie barked, eyes hard and angry when they flashed at you. "Stop it. I wasn't looking at her. I was just trying to be nice because she was nice to me-"

"-Of course she was nice to you, Eddie, she wanted to fuck you!" You screamed, throwing your hands out wildly around you.

"Well, I didn't want to fuck her, Jesus Christ!" Eddie screamed back, hitting the steering wheel angrily. "I was being polite!"

"Polite? Polite?" You challenged, turning in your seat to glared at him. "Fine, I'll start being polite too, how 'bout that?" You sneered. You saw his jaw tick, knuckles whitening. "I'll start being so nice and polite to every guy who talks to me at your shows, ok? I'll let them buy me drinks and touch all over me, how's that sound? Hm?-"

"-Stop-"

"-And you can't get mad at me because I'm just being so polite, right? So no big deal?" You sneered sarcastically. You could see him bubbling over with anger, fuming with every condescending threat that left your sharp tongue.

"I'm warning you right now to stop." Eddie turned to you, finger raised nearly touching your nose. "You better quit right fucking now. Knock it off." You smacked his finger away.

"Or what?" You challenged, eyes narrowed and fists clenched in anger. "What the fuck are you gonna do, huh?"

"I'll pull this van over right now and spank you right there on the side of the road." Eddie threatened, eyes flashing to yours seriously. You felt your stomach drop, tingling with familiar warmth at the threat. "That what you want, huh? Keep acting like a little brat, and I'll treat you like one."

You squirmed in your seat, the threat making you subdued a little, clenching your thighs at the threat. You watched him, jaw set and hoping the lingering threat would mellow you out, get you to talk rationally and calm down. Your mind flashed, the image of Sandy's hand on Eddie's shoulder, red manicured nails that you knew he loved clenched on his shoulder. Fist balled and anger flaring up, reigniting furiously in your chest, waves of jealousy and anger filling your bloodstream over again.

Your jaw ticked, lips twisting and rolling, eyes narrowing at him challengingly, venomous. "Oh, I'm sure, Mr. Big Talk." You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes flippantly. "You're not gonna do anything because you're such a little bitch." You spat, his head snapping to yours. Eddie's mouth gaped, eyes wide and a little hurt, shocked at your verbiage, mean and calculated to make him riled up.

You bit back a smirk, satisfied with his hurt reaction. "You're all talk. I'm sure that's why you couldn't seal the deal with Penny Baker in there, right? She knew you're such a little-"

The van's brakes squealed to a stop, leaving you lurching forward, stopped by the harsh material of your seatbelt digging into your chest and waist. Eddie's eyes were narrowed on you, jaw ticked when he looked around, reversing back down the winding street into an abandoned parking lot, nestled behind the trees and forestry that lined the backroads.

Your stomach dropped suddenly, shrinking into your seat when you saw him pull around the decomposed shack that read Mel's in peeling paint. The ivy covering and climbing the boarded windows and crumbling structure of the building told you that it had been abandoned for a while. Unfortunate for you, seeing as that meant no one would come by.

Eddie threw the van into park, jostling you with the halt, angrily grabbing the keys out and stomping out of the van. Slamming the door behind him so hard it shook you, vibrations rattling all the way to your seat. You watched Eddie through wide eyes, tracking every angry stomp of his boots on the crumbled gravel as he rounded the hood, tearing your door open with a harsh yank.

"Wait!" You yelped, batting his hands away when he went for your seatbelt.

Eddie's eyes flashed at you hard, domineering and mean. You gulped, tummy erupting in nerves at his look. You knew you'd pushed him too far.

"I warned you," Eddie snapped. "I told you if I had to pull this van over, I was gonna have your ass, and you just couldn't stop, could you?" He spat angrily, ringed hands reaching past you to undo your seat belt.

It whirred past your head, clicking into place above you, Eddie's hands on your wrists. "Ed, wait," You whined, pulling back into the seat out of his grasp. He gaped at you in disbelief, eyes flashing in a warning that had you whimpering. "Wait, 'm sorry, ok? 'm sorry. I-I'll be good." Your eyes rounded, voice pouty and whiny, pathetic and submissive, how he liked it.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah, right. After how mean you were?" He challenged, shaking his head. "You're damn lucky I didn't belt you in that parking lot after you acted like such a little brat. Show everyone there how I handle my bad girl and keep you in line. You embarrassed me."

"You embarrassed me." You snapped, biting and angry. Even in the face of punishment, you could be such a brat. "It's your fault. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh? You didn't?" Eddie raised his brows, glare making you feel small and stupid. "You didn't act out in the restaurant? You weren't mean to me and the waitress? You didn't throw a little fit and left instead of using your big girl words to tell me what was wrong?" You shrunk under his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the way he talked to you, a naughty little girl getting chastised and corrected so plainly.

"It's not-"

"-If I hear you say it's not your fault again, I'm going to gag you." Eddie warned. "I'll take those little panties off and shove them in your mouth so you can't say another stupid thing. I should be doing that anyways, since you don't know how to say anything nice." You whimpered at the threat, eyes already starting to burn with tears.

"Now, you get out here right now, and bend over. The longer you take, the longer I'm gonna spank you, understand?" Eddie warned, stepping back so you could step out.

You hesitated, looking at him with your saddest, roundest, pleading look, hoping to melt his hard demeanor and have him change his mind; or at least spank you in the back of the van, hidden from the potential of bypasses seeing you.

He didn't budge, jaw ticking when his head jerked to the side, motioning you out. "Now. I'm done waiting."

You stepped out on wobbly legs, carefully placing one foot on the ground then the other. You'd barely steadied yourself on the crumbled asphalt before Eddie grabbed you, spinning you around by your waist. You gasped when he yanked your dress up, tucking the end of the dress into the back of your neckline, securing it so it was out of the way, leaving you exposed in nothing but your panties.

Eddie's rough hands found the seam of your cotton panties, a high cut little thong that barely covered anything. He felt his cock throb, tightening even more in his pants at the sight, how delicious your ass looked in them, leaving his mouth salivating at the sight. He knew he should leave them on, they wouldn't do anything to stop the stinging hits of his belt that were to come, yet he slowly pulled them down, under the curve of your ass and down your thighs until they were a puddle by your ankles. He could see the small wet spot on the front, sticky and wet with fresh arousal.

Eddie smirked, tapping your calves to have you step out of them, reveling in the little whine you let out before bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before shoving them in his pocket. It made you clench, exposed skin covered in goosebumps. "Bend over. Grab the seat and arch that ass back, you know how I want you. Don't make me tell you again." Eddie barked, gruff and mean.

You whined, leaning forward at the hips until you reached the seat of the van, nails digging into the cracked and worn leather. Your arms stretched out in front of you when you wiggled back, a deep bow that left your ass up and presented to Eddie.

Eddie's hands cracked down on your ass twice, leaving you yelping in surprise, lifting up out of position. Eddie's calloused hand pressed down on the bare, small of your back, urging you back into position roughly.

"You know better." He warned, tutting in disappointment. "You know better than to keep those legs closed too."

You pouted, eyes already shining with tears when you bent back down, shuffling your feet apart until your legs were separated like Eddie wanted, back in a deep arch, hands out and grabbing the seat in front you. You could feel the cold breeze of the air gusting between your legs, shivering when it cooled and wrapped through your slick folds.

Eddie smirked, unfastening his thick, black leather belt out of his jeans, palming himself to adjust his hard length, uncomfortable behind his zipper. "You better stay bent over like that, you hear me?" Eddie warned, folding the belt over in his hands.

You nodded meekly. Eddie growled. Three thundering swats made you gasp, jumping and squirming under his heavy palm. Eddie's hand threaded through your hair, yanking your head back, scalp burning and screaming at the pain. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sir." You babbled, lip wobbling, eyes pinched in a wince of pain. You throbbed furiously between your legs, feeling your slick on the inside of your thighs.

Eddie let your hair go, your head bobbing before bowing back down to look at the ground. You could see his heavy, black boots behind you, menacing and oozing authority. You clenched around nothing, trying to fight the urge to squirm, rub your thighs together for some friction.

Eddie sighed heavily, disappointed, your heart dropped. "I'm giving you twenty." He said, tapping the looped leather of the belt against your ass, rubbing the smooth material over your ass until you shivered. "And you're going to count every single one out loud. You mess up, I start over. You get out of position, I start over. Understand?"

You sniffled, clenching your eyes shut as you nodded. "Yes, sir." You mumbled, pouty and petulant, face blazing at the position.

You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, leaves shaking and branches rustling making you jump, back arching up before Eddie's hand walloped on your ass.

He huffed, a slow exhale out his nose. "Looks like we're gonna be here a while." He tsked, shaking his head at you. "You just don't want to behave today, hm?"

You whined. "I do, sir."

Eddie scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it." He bit, readjusting the belt in his hand. He moved behind you, you could see his feet planted, apart and spread to the side so he could really lash you. Your tummy twisted in nerves, anticipation.

"You remember your safe word?" Eddie asked gently.

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How he could still be caring and sweet, even when you had been anything but. "Yes, Ed," You whispered, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his for the confirmation.

Eddie bit back a grin, rolling his tongue over his cheek instead, belt tapping in warning against your ass. "I'm gonna start." He warned. "Every single one, baby, or we start over."

You nodded, bending forward again. Your hands were clammy against the cool leather of the seat, feeling Eddie playfully tap the belt against your ass, mapping where his first strike would land.

Then you heard it, the swish of the air followed by a resounding clap! that sent you forward, stinging pain erupting in a thing strip across both globes of you ass.

You gasped, rocking forward, clenching your jaw and nails digging into the seat. "One." You grit, desperate to keep yourself in position, bent over and obedient.

Eddie grunted, arm pulling back before another stipe was added to your reddened skin, just below the first one. You cried out with that hit, knees locking and wobbling at the hit. "Two!" You whined out, head tipped down to the concrete.

Eddie brought the belt down in two short successions, where the curve of your ass met your thighs. It nearly sent you tumbling, buckling on the ground. You shouted out both number counts with a cry, shuddering as the burning sensation set in. Eddie could see the wet tears on the concrete beneath you, where your head tipped down towards it.

You'd made it to double digits, twelve, and Eddie was impressed, truly. He figured you would've sobbed, fell to your knees and cried for him after the seventh hit, but you were nothing if not stubborn. Stubborn to please him or to prove yourself right, he wasn't sure.

The whirling of tires, fast and approaching sent you flying up, wide eyed and with a little gasp, seeing the black truck fly by on the main road through tear blurred vision.

Eddie tutted behind you, a heavy sigh full of disappointment. "And you were so close, baby." He pouted, mockingly. Your cheeks flared, turning around to face him, his eyes hard and arms crossed, belt hanging loosely in his hand. "You just had to go and break the rules didn't you?"

You shook your head furiously, head bouncing from the main road back to Eddie. "No, no, Ed, I-I thought someone was coming-"

Eddie lifted his hand, cutting off your blubbering. "And I thought I told you to stay bent over or we'd start over?" Eddie challenged.

You gaped, wide eyed and shocked. Eddie shrugged, shaking his head at you. "Guess we're back to one, hm?" He jeered, nodding towards the passenger seat. "Bend back over."

You were baffled, stammering and pleading on his deaf ears. "Ed, that-that's not fair-"

"Excuse me?" Eddie snapped, taking a step towards you. "Did you seriously just say that to me?"

You clamped you mouth shut, eyes shining with tears up at him. His cock throbbed at how pitiful you looked, desperate and begging. "My rules were clear and you broke them. I told you what would happen if you did, and you still broke them, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

You opened your mouth, a whiny excuse on the tip of your tongue, silenced by Eddie's ringed hand gripping your jaw. "Didn't you?" He asked darkly.

You pouted, huffing at his harshness, tears blinking your eyes when you nodded. Eddie's fingers dug into your jaw making you whine, a warning look that had you fighting back an eye roll. "Yes, sir." You muttered.

Eddie released your jaw with a small shake of your head, stepping back behind you. "Bend over. Grab that chair, and I better hear you count loud and clear." He instructed.

You bowed back over, sniffling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment. Eddie was being so mean, so unfair. You were furious that it made you throb and drench the way it did.

Eddie's hits were lighter this time, but still unforgiving. Still left you crying and squirming, blubbering through tears and blurred vision while he wrecked your ass.

"What was that?" Eddie asked, tipping his head towards you mockingly. "Do we need to start over?" He threatened.

"No!" You wailed, sobbing at the threat, tears and snot running down your face, pooling at the tip of your nose and falling onto the asphalt. "Fif-Fifteen." You whimpered, knees bouncing as if it might ease the burn and sting.

Eddie hummed, taking mercy on you, only for a moment before he tapped the leather belt back against your reddened ass, arm rearing back before walloping against your skin.

Your knees buckled, crying out in pain. Cries and emotions bubbled deep in your chest, spilling over and out of you through racked sobs, shuddering your shoulders and down your spine. "Sixteen!" You whined, high pitched and desperate.

Eddie looked around, head craning towards the road. He knew no one would come back here, couldn't see them from the main road, but he couldn't stop checking.

Eddie's ringed hand ran down your back, smirking when you arched into his touch. He sucked in a breath, palm smoothing over the warm, buzzing skin of your reddened ass, nails digging into the flesh to make you sob. "You ready to be a good girl now?" Eddie asked, smoothing a hand down the curve of your ass, moving dangerously close to your center.

"Gonna be my sweet girl again? Hm?" Eddie asked, moving his hand to your soaked center, two fingers swiping through your sopping folds.

You whined, breathy and needy, head tilting back in pleasure. Eddie leaned forward, resting his belt on your ass, free hand gripping your cheeks. "Hm? You gonna be good for me again? Be sweet like I know you can be?"

"Yes." You breathed out dreamily, tear stained cheeks nuzzling into his palm, eyes pinched close in pleasure, shifting your hips when he rubbed your clit, circling it lightly, teasing. Pleasure was building in your tummy, you were already so close from the belting alone.

Eddie pulled his hand away without warning, leaving you gasping and whining at the loss of touch. You started to move, but quickly readjusted your position under his warning gaze, lower lip jutting back at him. "Eddie, please..."

Eddie shook his head, picking up his belt. "You've still got four more, baby." He shrugged. You whined loudly, childishly, but you didn't care.

"Hey, you did this to yourself." Eddie warned. "But since you've taken your spankings so good, I'll do you a favor." Eddie grinned wolfishly, making your tummy flip and twist, thighs clenching.

"I'll do the last four quick, and we'll be done. Sound good?"

Your shoulders deflated at his offer. You were hoping he'd tell you he'd pardon you, exempt you from the last four and make you get on your knees instead, suck him off until he was spilling down your throat and your knees were bruised from the asphalt.

"No..." You fussed, lip wobbling and the familiar burn of a cry filling your throat and nose. You stomped your foot on the asphalt. "Eddie, please, just be done, please." You snapped.

Eddie's brows lifted, feigned, exaggerated shock. "Are you seriously still whining?" He asked. "And here I was thinking you'd learned your lesson. Hm, maybe I was being too easy on ya."

"No, you aren't. I just want to be done, please!" You whined, stomping your feet into the asphalt, huffy and furious. Your knees bounced, squirming and crying. "I just wanna be done-"

"You still have four more," Eddie said sternly. "And it seems like you need them, baby, look at you. So bratty still?"

"I'm not, Eddie!" You cried out, huffing furiously. "I just want to be done. You teased me, and now you're making me still take more, and-and it's not my fault-"

You cringed, mouth clamping quickly, hoping he didn't hear you. You couldn't see his expression from your bent over position, but Eddie's grasp on your hair, yanking you up again gave you the answer.

"What did I tell you?" Eddie hissed, his nose touching yours, eyes furious and blazing into yours. You whimpered, giving him the most pitifully submissive look you could muster, a last resort to try and soothe him, get you out of trouble.

It didn't.

Eddie yanked your panties out of his pocket, balling them up and holding them between his fingers with his free hand. "Open." He demanded. You shook your head.

Eddie growled, dropping his hand out of your hair, scalp comforted from he release for just a moment before he hand you pulled tight against his hip, hand thundering down on your already reddened, sensitive skin.

You yelped, cried, squirmed, and pushed against him as he spanked you, hand hard and cracking down on your irritated flesh, reigniting the sting and burn. Somehow, his hand was worse than the belt, hard and unrelenting, leaving you blubbering and sobbing.

"I'm done with your attitude, do you hear me?" Eddie snapped, grabbing your face in his hands, fingertips wet with your tears. You nodded, sniffling and muttering apologies. Eddie pulled the panties back out, the fabric brushing your lips. "Open."

You hesitated before opening, barely unhinging your jaw before your panties were lodged into your mouth, gagging around the intruding material that Eddie shoved in.

You looked ruined; tear stained face, swollen and snotty with your cries, mouth full and barely closing around your panties, hair messed from his harsh pulls on your scalp. Eddie swallowed thickly, his cock lurching and he could feel himself leaking into his boxers.

"I'm going to give you your last four, and I still expect you to count." Eddie warned, gruffly, his face so close to you, his breath ghosted over your wet cheeks.

You nodded, stumbling when Eddie let go of your waist, quickly bending back down into position. Chest heaving and sniffling when you bowed, wiggling your legs apart. Your jaw burned with the stretch of the foreign object in them, your panties getting damper and damper with every ounce of saliva that filled your mouth with the intrusion.

"Get ready." Eddie warned. "I'll still be nice to you and give them to you all at once."

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, thankful. You didn't know how much longer you could last with his teasing, keeping you further and further on edge.

Eddie huffed, hand cracking up on your right cheek, eyes training on the jiggle of your cheek and hip at the impact. "What do you say, huh?" Eddie grit, roaming your reddened cheeks, puffy pussy shining in between. "You forget your manners entirely?"

You shook your head. "Thwank ywou." You muttered around the panties, response muffled and slurred.

Eddie bit back a groan, tapping the belt on your ass instead. He looked around, scanning the road and the scenery around him, pulling his arm back, four blistering hits of the belt striping against your ass, darkening and marking the already reddened skin.

You wailed, dulled and whiny with sniffles, drool pooling out of the side of your mouth. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" spilled out of you, slurred and muted.

Your chest heaved, sobs overwhelming you entirely, the snot running down your nose and throat, tears stinging and blurring your vision. Your ass ached, horrible and throbbing pain that you wanted nothing more to soothe, but you knew Eddie would correct you.

"Good girl, such a good girl, aren't you?" Eddie hushed in a gruff tone, rubbing your back gently, signaling you to stand up.

You stood, crying freely in front of him when he turned you to face him. His own face softened, cooing pitifully at you, thumbs swiping the tears under your eyes. "Aw, my poor baby, look at you, huh?" He cooed, shaking his head. "You're gonna be so good for me now, huh? So good now?"

You nodded, trying to respond around the wet cotton of your panties, damp and heavy in your mouth. Eddie held his hand in front of your mouth, fishing the wet cotton out of your mouth, strings of drool tumbling out with it.

You sniffled, rolling your jaw to soothe the stretch and burn. Eddie cupped your jaw, massaging it lightly while he pulled you close by the waist, free hand rubbing over your flamed ass. "You gonna be my sweet girl again?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, hands soothing the burn in your skin.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes. "Yes." You croaked out, lip wobbling, a hard, wet sniffle making Eddie smirk.

"Oh, I hope so." Eddie's eyes glinted, dark and daring in the sunshine, rays catching the amber flecks in his irises making your heart soar. "I think we should talk more about it at home, don't you?"

"Yes, Eddie." You replied obediently, brain foggy. Your pussy throbbed, desperate and aching for his touch.

"Hm, good girl." Eddie pinched your tear stained cheek, lips brushing delicately, tasting the saltiness of your cheeks on his lips.

You curled into his touch, needy, like you always were after he punished you. Eddie pulled you close, hand rubbing down your bare back sweetly, pulling you back towards the van. You reached to untuck the dress from your neckline, when Eddie's hand closed around your wrist.

"Nuh-uh-uh, baby." Eddie shook his head. "You leave that up until we get home."

Your brows furrowed. "But-"

Eddie lifted his brows. "I need to make sure you're gonna be a good girl. Make sure you remember to behave." Eddie's hand rubbed down the hot skin of your ass for emphasis, making your squirm.

"You sit down and think about how mean you were. Want you to remember what happens to bad little brats when they don't act right, ok?" Eddie hummed sweetly, his words making you pouty and your head spin.

You nodded with a little sigh, climbing into the van and lowering gently onto the worn leather of the van seats. The cracks, splits, crumbs, and tears of the seat made you hiss, lifting up gently with a whine. It rubbed uncomfortably against your cheeks, reigniting the furious burn with every scratch and knead against the skin.

Eddie started the van, eyes cutting over to you with a small coo. He squished your cheeks between his hands, laughing at the pout of your lips, how small and pathetic you looked. "Look at you," He laughed, a little teasing, just enough to get you blushing through wet sniffles.

You adjusted, moving to tuck your leg under your burning thighs, hoping to create a barrier between the burn of your skin and the rough leather, but Eddie stopped you. "Ah-ah," He lifted a finger, voice in a mocking coo that had your chest bubbling with embarrassment. "You won't learn you lesson that way, will ya?" He grinned, malicious, salacious. Your lips pressed together. "You sit all the way down, and you think about what you've done, ok?"

You huffed lightly, giving him a pleading look that he ignored. "Please? It hurts, Eddie."

"Oh, I know," Eddie mocked, mimicking your whine with an exaggerated pout that had you biting back a snarl, tears raising higher and higher into your chest, burning even as you took a deep breath to push them down. "That's the point, sweetheart." He quipped.

You did huff this time, but let yourself slide back onto the seat gently, holding back a wince to keep from giving him the satisfaction. "You said you were gonna be good, right?" Eddie asked, putting the car into drive as he started, the gravel mixed with the already choppy shake of the van beginning to irritate your skin further, making your squirm in your seat.

"Yes," You sighed, pathetic and desperate, looking at him mopey eyes that usually turned him to mush. You could see his bulge in his jeans, hoping if you could get him to believe you were sorry and complacent, he'd quit the mean guy games and finally let you cum.

"I'll be good. I promise." You said meekly, placing your hand on his arm, rubbing the veiny, inked forearm gently, sweetly.

Eddie smiled, pretty and loving with deep dimples that made your heart race. For a second, you almost thought it worked; almost.

"I believe you." Eddie smiled, moving his arm back to hold your hand, fingers laced in his, thumb stroking the soft skin. "But every time you lift up off that seat, I'm gonna add a stroke of the cane when we get home."

Your heart dropped, hand tensing under his grasp. He'd said it so nicely, sugar coated words that had you confused, reeling at the meaning behind them. Your wide eyed gaze met his, swallowing the lump in your throat when he winked back at you, devilishly.

"But you're a good girl right? So nothing to worry about, baby." Eddie smirked, one hand on the wheel, a slow cruise down the backroads towards Hawkins. His other hand holding yours, so he could feel every time you squirmed, pressing into his hand to move when the cracked leather grazed your sore skin.

He doled out three strokes of the cane when you got to his trailer, before he finally fucked you, hard and deep into the mattress, grunting in your ear about how you were his one and only girl.

[evanpetersgfhihi]

୨⎯ 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷⎯୧

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౨ৎ you can call me elodie (she/her) ^^

౨ৎ 15 yrs old

౨ৎ deer disguised as an insane teenage girl

౨ৎ infp and aquarius

౨ৎ hopeless romantic

౨ৎ married to evan peters, cillian murphy, kurt cobain, tim burton, emma watson, taissa farmiga, mia goth, winona ryder, helena bonham carter, elizabeth grant and brittany murphy

౨ৎ hobbies: reading, writing, girlblogging, listening to music and true crime pods, watching movies and shows, baking and yapping with my very few but lovely friends

౨ৎ books: the bell jar, the virgin suicides, my year of rest and relaxation, christiane f, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian gray, the silent patient, the secret history, tributes of panem, harry potter, enola holmes, truly devious, the little prince and literally anything by kafka, rick riordan and holly jackson

౨ৎ movies: girl interrupted, black swan, thirteen, american psycho, perks of being a wallflower, jennifers body, pearl, buffalo 66, coraline, dead poets society, léon: the professional, the menu, the craft, my girl, i believe in unicorns, ten things i hate about you and literally anything by sofia coppola, tim burton, david fincher, greta gerwig, wes anderson and studio ghibli

౨ৎ shows: ahs (favs are murder house, coven and asylum), skins, gilmore girls, bojack horseman, stranger things, asoue, obx, heartstopper and ianowt

౨ৎ music: lana, mitski, nirvana, hole, mazzy star, fiona apple, ethel cain, deftones, radiohead, the smiths, fleetwood mac, tv girl, marina, tyler the creator, queen, david bowie, arctic monkeys, the nbhd, ayesha erotica, solya, bambi baker and a lot more

౨ৎ other things i love: art, poetry, cats, deers, swans, iced coffee, dr pepper, trees, old parks, cemeteries, coquette, grunge, y2k, lego flowers, spotify, tumblr and pinterest

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i'll post relatable girl stuff, my interests, fashion inspo, moodboards, random thoughts and whatever i feel like ^^ everythings mine unless i say otherwise

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

JJ not having money for valentine's day but planning a cute date with him

A little late to the party, but here's a cute valentine's day blurb

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You knew JJ couldn't afford to get you anything big for Valentine's day, so you decided that you wouldn't buy each other anything. Valentine's Day was about spending time with the person you love, not getting each other the most expensive gifts. So you invited him over to make heart shaped pizzas for dinner and watch movies. It was simple, but you knew JJ would love it. 

‘’There's never enough cheese,’’ he said, adding more to the mountain on his pizza.

‘’You can't call this a pizza. It's just cheese and sauce.’’ You looked around the table for a veggie that he would not scrunch his nose at. ‘’Here, add some red bell peppers—’’ You grabbed some red bell peppers and tried to add them to his mountain of cheese, but JJ caught your hands.

He shook his head. ‘’Uh uh. No veggies allowed on this pizza! This is Chef JJ’s pizza. Do not interfere in my zone,’’ he said in an exaggerated — and terrible — Italian accent. 

You laughed at his antics. His humor was one of your favorite things about JJ. He loves to crack jokes and make stupid voices just to make his friends laugh. Unfortunately, he often used humor to cover up his emotions and pain. 

As you watched the pizzas cook in the oven, it was obvious which was which. Yours had a very clear shape of a heart and JJ’s was all kinds of crooked. It wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as the cute date pictures that flooded social media, but you still took a picture of them before eating and posted it. 

‘’Yours is too perfect. It's not fair,’’ JJ complained when you got them out of the oven. ‘’Mine looks like a messy blob.’’ He poked at the uneven edges of his own creation, burning his finger in the process and hissing.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. ‘’Careful, babe. It’s hot.’’ 

You plated the pizzas and both settled down on the couch to watch a movie before your parents would return from their dinner date.

The crust was a little overcooked and the rom-com wasn't really good, but you preferred imperfect moments. It corresponds better to your relationship.

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Why the Artw boys would suck as a roommate

Arcturus:

Arcturus loves cooking and everything hes makes tastes great! But that also means he would make your apartment an ingredients household... want a bag of chips? None! Make it from scratch! Just wat a simple meal that doesnt require cooking? Too bad! All you have is a frozen slab of steak and bell peppers. Also dishes would pile up so quickly and ants would be a huge problem.

Arcturus would definitely bring in lots of stray animals (not that helping strays is a bad thing!) But every weekend, you would be on the couch doing whatever and suddenly arcturus comes barreling through the door with 100 squirrels that have rabies. And Arcturus would be like "No it's okay! I've only gotten bitten 40000 times!" And you'd be like "Arcturus we need to go to the ER now".

Also Arcturus is the type of guy to sleep next to you without you knowing (as proven in his card Spring curve) at first it would be adorable. Until it's the middle of the summer, it's hot and this fluffy ginger boy is sleeping on top of you like a weighted and heated blanket. Which basically means you will get cooked alive from being snuggled up to Arcky. (But tbh I would love to go out like that)

Spica

Spica is probably the boy equivalent of a beige mom. Everything is white, carpet, walls, tiles maybe a little tan or grey but mostly a sleek white. Which is aesthetic until you start feeling the effects of white room torture kick in.

Spica has suuuupppeeeerrrr long hair as we know and he would probably leave hair everywhere! Not that it would be intentional but also since his hair is so long it would get on everything he also probably has like 100 hair products taking up most of the shower. Also your house would smell like strong black coffee grounds 24/7 not matter what you did. Febreeze? Nope, didnt work. Opening the windows? Still smells like coffee.

Speaking of coffee, he doesnt sleep much. Which means when your getting you beauty rest Spica is up in the kitchen making his 725th coffee of today. Hes also very busy, hes always on a computer writing and there are files cabinets everywhere, Like absolutely everywhere. You find paperclips in the fridge and pens and pencils between the couch cushions. He would also probably be very bossy, forgot your homework? Spica lives in your household just waiting to scold you for it 😅.

Alpheratz

Hes sleeping all of the time. Like all of the time. He probably doesn't do many chores himself but that probably wouldn't matter because he would hire a maid to do it all. He would also 100% fall asleep on top of you keeping you trapped for god only knows how long. He would also never cook, he would. A: Get fast food B: Beg you to do it or C: hire a chef.

But honestly I feel like Alpheratz would be a good roommate otherwise.

Pollux

You see Pollux could be a good roommate. He seriously could be... if it wasnt for his luck. He could be cleaning dishes and the house would catch on fire. Speaking of houses catching on fire, Pollux doesn't know how to cook and he would probably light the house on fire. Multiple times. Pollux could be looking out the window and suddenly all the power goes out. Hes also a lil broke boy, so he definitely would not be paying a lot of bills. He would also probably blast anime music in his room for multiple hours at a time.

And Castor would probably break into your apartment every now in then to bother you or Pollux. I also feel like Pollux would start accidentally calling you mom and embarrassing you when people come over. He also would ask you for lots of money.

Vega

Honestly, I feel like Vega would be a very clean, quiet and calm roommate. He would cook, pay bills, do whatever you expect a good roomate to do. But I feel like Vega, if he moved in with you, would start being very affectionate. Not like a "hi... your pretty" I feel like he would become much more possessive and get mad whenever your brought Sirius over or another guy. He also literally states in his lines that he wants to monopolize you. So for him, you being his roomate essentially means he gets to hang out with you whenever, even when your busy doing something like dishes. He would walk up to you and start talking to you a lot.

Sirius

We can all agree by default that Sirius is a very creepy and flirty roomate. He would break into your bedroom in the middle of the night to scare you or just bother you. He would steal your soaps in the bathroom, he would basically do all these little things to get you a little upset with him. Despite that, he would pay the bills after you begged him to enough. He would cook (not as good as Arcky but still, he would)

He would definitely turn into random animals or into the household pet if you had one just to get your attention. Also say goodbye to privacy because now that you live with him he wants to know everything about you, what your doing and where your going. All of that. Also he probably runs a mafia so theres probably going to be lots of random scary looking people appearing without warning. Hes also going to be very flirty, I'll let you decide if that's a pro or a con.

He would also try to get you to do some sort of rituals with him or something like that.

Note: I made this at 11 at night so if theres spelling mistakes tell me in the comments

[book-girl4evaaa]

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{ is it just me or is this looking aesthetic as heck? }

Call me Bea or Eva (I like Bea better tho) ⸙ minor ⸙ libra ⸙ geeky ⸙ Athena Cabin ⸙ overuses the ✨ emoji ⸙ book lover ⸙ bilingual, biracial, biromantic bish ⸙ ace most likely ⸙ free Palestine 🍉 ⸙ British, unfortunately (🥄) ⸙ major Gracie Abrams fan ⸙ Infp-t personality ⸙ ambivert ⸙ African pride ⸙ theatre kid ⸙pepper soup enthusiast ⸙ writer ⸙ artist ⸙ religion is.... complicated but leaning towards agnostic⸙ singer (sort of) ⸙nerd ⸙dancer ⸙ fangirl ⸙sport-lover ⸙ daydreamer ⸙ hopeless romantic ⸙ future designer ⸙ glasses gang ⸙ arsonists ⸙ tag me in poetry! ⸙ green, blue and purple>>> ⸙ chaotic good ⸙ in a world of heathers be a Veronica ⸙

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If you need someone to blurt random facts, rant about life, or just yap then I'm your girl! Feel free to give me nicknames and chat about random stuff :)

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I can speak English, yr 9 level Spanish, tiny bits of Hindi (don't ask) and a few insults in yuroba

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"Guess I picked the wrong time to be a human being,"

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[foursaints]

there is an idea of foursaints.

a concept; shrouded in rosekiller headcanons, a charmingly styllistic artstyle, and evan rosier's perfume.

Sometimes i lay awake at night, my eyes boring into the alabaster luna among the endless stygian sky, and I think of reblogs of blood smothered lace and needles pierced into thighs. My cranium rests on my pillow, I stare up to my ceiling and think of blonde hair and twins reminiscent of insects, Evan's lowkey autistic stare and Barty's depraved ramblings. Also about how James likes grapes, and he won't shut up about them to Regulus. I count each star scattered along the horizon and I think of foursaints... and their rosekiller headcanons.

And if you knew how long I have scoured the Archive for any fanwork even remotely resembling what goes on in that funny little head of yours - just ONE rosekiller work that conveys the destructive coquette aesthetic you have managed to embody.

I have no romantic feelings for you - i simply wish for your companionship, for more of the concepts, more of the glamour you decorate my mind with. I am entranced by your original characters, bewitched by your headcanons and enraptured by your reblogs.

I wish you the light you have given to my small, meaningless existence.

...Also please give me more of your OC art i love it sm haaahhaa ok bye

Sometimes having a tumblr blog is a really surreal experience because people will say things like this about me. but right now i'm sitting on my kitchen floor in Snoopy pajamas. eating a bell pepper

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Blood-Stained Relationship

Prologue i

Slight Yandere! Blade x Fem! Reader

Disclaimer 1: No incest will be in this story. It may seem that there is, but no, there isn’t. Everything will be explained as the story goes on, but again, there will be no incestual acts in this piece of fiction. The brother is NOT attracted to the reader in a romantic or sexual way.

As a matter of fact, the brother is bitchless lmao –

Warnings: talk of a sister complex, toxic and borderline abusive familial relationship(s), implied toxic marriage, implied borderline abusive parenting, obsessive and overprotective behavior/thoughts, hints of depression scattered about, repressed emotions, one suicidal thought, murder, blood. Please tell me if I missed any warnings so I can add them accordingly.

Disclaimer 2: I do NOT condone any of the harmful behavior or thoughts that take place in this piece of fiction. None of these actions should be romanticized or considered normal, as it is extremely toxic and dangerous.

Minors and Blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT

Note: I just kinda gave up in the end, I don’t even know what that last conversation was.

Wordcount: 3144k

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Your brother loved to spoil you.

Cosmetics, designer brand clothing, the newest high tech, pretty nails that feel a little too heavy at times, and personal stylists that made sure you looked like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine cover. Not to mention the lavish furnishing in the spacious house you share with him. Almost anything and everything you could ever want right at your fingertips.

And you’re extremely grateful for everything he has done and more – after all, where would you be if it were not for his generosity?

A dingy little apartment on Burn Street, working as a barista, a two-room lease that you could barely afford rent for. The shady part of town where shop windows get boarded up every second month because someone decided to rob the place at midnight. Needing to use a sperate and out of the way laundry mat because you couldn’t trust the apartment’s commute one. Going by yourself without a watchful eye making sure that you’re safe.

Which is why when your brother asks for a favor, you return it. Smiling, laughing, wearing a dress he picked out for an event, or making friends from a specific group. He feeds you well, and you cook with the ingredients he provides. Unemployed, sure, but you think you became a good enough homemaker.

It was the least you could do, especially since he doesn’t make you pay rent or bills. He would insist that you just enjoy your time at home, or just going around town, with a watchful eye of course, you need to keep your safety in mind.

Even the pretty apron with lace ruffles adds to the aesthetic, the experience. If someone would give everything to you, then shouldn’t you do the same for them?

And that is the exact reason the kitchen smelt of exotic spices, with your hands kneading the yeast while keeping an eye on the meat simmering in the pan. The stove was one of the newest modes in the past decade but purchased two years ago – when your brother gave you, his hand. There were too many settings for the thing, but you knew enough to use it properly.

Am I using too much, or this fine?

You finish beating the yeast into submission – gently kneading until it is good enough. Egg yolk gets drabbled on, and you open the oven to put it in, the heat a little too close. Even with the oven mitten on, it reaches your skin.

The oven door closes with a ‘beep,’ as you set the timer. The clock on the wall reads 6:00PM. Your brother won’t be home until Ten. Whatever his job was must keep him busy. So busy, that he tells you to wait until around 7 seven o’clock if you plan on cooking, and eight pm for takeout. And like a good little sister, you listen to your dear elder brother. But you decided to start a bit earlier, today.

The meat is still shimmering by the time you check on it. Carrots were in the pan too, but you still cut bell peppers to cook them separately. And then, maybe you’ll scoop them open and fill them with melted cheese – or were you supposed to bake those? No, you don’t.

And then, after that, you’ll mop again, the smell of bleach filling your nostrils until you felt dizzy, and if the bread is still baking, then you’ll watch one of your shows until the oven makes a ‘ding!’ and then you’ll take it out and get the table ready.

You smile at the thought, washing your hands with cherry-scented hand soap, the water cold. It brings comfort. And smells sweet, the smell gently urging you to bring your hands to your face and take a sniff. You resist the urge.

“Mm, I should get started on mopping,” you take a right into one of the corners in the kitchen, the mini ‘storage’ door opening with the twist of a knob and a pull. Grabbing the mop and bucket set – that costed more than it should – you fill the bucket with bleach –

Ring! Ring! Ring!

You fill up the bucket, the liquid swishing within. You add some water, dip the mop in, and then place the head of it in. Then, with one hand, you grab the bucket handle, and the mop handle in the other, making way to the living room. The floor was made of tile, cold to the touch as you step out of your house slippers, bare feet touching the white material.

It’s colder than expected.

With a small sigh, you start to mop –

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“House, turn on the TV to channel sixty-five.”

The Tv turns on, the channel immediately showing after a few seconds. The news is on. You don’t pay much attention to the current events, but here and there you’ll listen in about one thing or another.

“Mm, I should do laundry tomorrow. And then I’ll ask Mei to accompany me to the store tomorrow; I need to get groceries. Oh, maybe I’ll look online later today for a new dress –

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“…”

A defeated sigh and you drag yourself to the kitchen to retrieve your phone, rather upset, which was uncharacteristic of you. You’d like to put your phone on ‘Do not disturb.’ But the model you use doesn’t have that setting, surprisingly. You should ask your brother for a new one. You told him that you didn’t trust that phone company or that seller.

But he had trusted them more than you. Close friends, perhaps?

“Who is it, who is it…,” it vibrates against the marble counter, the shrill noise making your ears bleed. You should ask Mei if it’s possible to put it on silent. It won’t let you do that either, but your brother knows how to bypass it. He’s smart, like that.

And you think you like that about him. Just how he likes the way you are. Because he loves you, his dear little sister, and because you’re a good little sister, you behave. Like you should, and how you were told – suggested – by Mei when you were first welcomed into your elder brother’s home with open arms.

Because he loves you.

Dearest Brother flashes across the screen, and you wait a few seconds before answering his third call. He doesn’t like how he deals with his employees and co-workers. He’s always gentle when it comes to you.

“Hello?” You put him on the speaker, placing your phone back on the counter. It was time to check the shimmering meat anyway. “Sorry for not answering sooner, I didn’t check the caller ID. I’ll make sure to give you a customized ringtone later.” You chirp while opening the lid of the pan. It was almost done; your hand takes the wooden spoon and stir the meat to make sure it wouldn’t burn.

“It’s fine,” comes his relaxed voice from the other side of the line. “I know you don’t check your phone often to begin with; you would rather watch TV or do chores around the house. We have a maid for a reason, you know,” he jests, a chuckle low in his throat. How classic.

“Hehe, I just like being busy. It’s hard to get out of that mindset.”

“Even after two years.”

“Mm.”

When he laughs, it sets off bells in your head. Loud and shrill. “I just wanted to check up on you. You didn’t answer my text an hour ago, so I got worried.”

He could have checked the cameras. The house is littered with them, but to his credit, he is removing most of them. Little by little. However, he’s considerate enough to leave them out of the more… private rooms.

That was a line that should never be crossed.

But, of course, you still gave Mei permission to report to – to tell him what you do with your day. To look around in your room, and it was okay. Because it was Mei. And Mei cares about your safety, even if she reminded you of your roommate in terms of emotional distance.

It was fine, it needed to be. Because you were still an intruder who was as lost as a lamb. Even with guidance, you still had a hard time adjusting. And thankfully, both were so patient it made your heart swell.

You just wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did. Hearts weren’t supposed to do that with good news. With good and sweet actions.

“I’m just happy that you’re safe. You know how much I care about you.” There’s shuffling in the background and whimpers. You can imagine that he’s with a woman, a lover perhaps. Because why else would you hear those types of sounds? It is odd, however, how… masculine they sound. And how far they are, with a crunching sound.

You can hear something break in the background. Sharp yet dulled – it wasn’t glass or porcelain. Your smile is shaky as you imagine what type of stuff he might be into. It’s only natural to be curious, but you push the thoughts away anyway.

“I know.”

And truly, you do. Why else would he take great care to keep track of your location. The people you meet, the men he chooses – it’s all for your sake. And you make yourself believe as much.

The air smells weird. Burnt and heavy. Also, is it just you or is there light smoke coming from somewhere?

“…When are you going to be home for dinner? There’s bread in the oven. And the meat is almost done.”

You look at the clock on the wall. The time reads 6:54PM. Quickly, you take off the lid of the meat. It’s burnt. Well, at least that explains the smell.

“Did I forget to tell you?” Your brother’s voice is light and airy, already knowing that you did remember what he told you. But he plays along anyway. Because that’s what good brothers do.

And he is a good brother. Who loves you so much… that sometimes, it feels a little suffocating.

How ironic. He’s the one who provides the air you breathe, and yet, he takes it away all the same. But it’s okay. Because he’s your brother, and you love him too. Just not as much. And he’s okay with that.

“I probably forgot. You know how I am, brother.” Now that you think about it, when was the last time you called his name, instead of ‘brother’?

“Haha, you’re right. I said around ten, but…” More noise in the background. This time there’s a gushing sound. Coughing. Wheezing. He’s into some weird stuff, isn’t he?

You hear a woman’s giggle in the background. But it doesn’t sound playful or innocent.

Your manicured nails rapidly tap against the counter. A little too loud it could probably be heard on the phone. He doesn’t comment on it regardless.

“Later than ten? Oh my, you sure do sound busy today. Be careful, alright?” Your concern is genuine, but these days, it’s starting to come from a different place. You wonder if this is what your parents went through when they were younger.

If that’s why your mother would call you so often the moment you hit fifteen. Worried about your safety, paranoia creeping up her neck like a snake. If you recall correctly, father did this with mother too. So, it’s natural for people to be worried.

It must be.

“I do, however, have a request of you.” His tone turns serious, and you already know what it is. It’s always the same thing every time. Sure, he loves buying you pretty dresses and nice nails, a personal stylist who listens to your every whim. Usually.

Because there’s another reason, he loves buying you expensive, yet simple jewelry, and clothes that complement your skin-tone and curves. It was usually Mei who chose the clothing, though. Because your brother still does care about your privacy, because he’s –

“Good brother, I was hoping you would set up another playdate. Same person, or is it a different one?”

You can practically hear the smile in his voice. You’re a good sister, so you play along with your brother’s schemes. Although, these days, it’s getting a bit… annoying. Every man is the same, and if they aren’t, then they’re shy and can barely meet your eyes. It’s cute.

You tap against the counter faster. Be a good sister because he’s a good brother. He loves you. And you should love him.

But love wasn’t always healthy.

Sometimes love hurts.

“It’s a different guy, but don’t worry – he doesn’t bite. I’ll never allow someone to even do as much as nip at you.” He sounds so confident you almost feel relieved. It’s common. Be a good sister, like how mother would always tell you.

Behave, dear daughter. They love you. We love you.

And you love us, don’t you?

“Of course; I know you’ll always protect me.” Your knees are starting to get weaker. Maybe you ate something bad because now you’re starting to feel sick. Bile is building up. “But if I may make a request…, can it be an hour or less?”

Even though you love your brother, you hate how long these dates can get. And you hate how boring they become after the first five minutes. But recently, they’re dull right off the bat.

“Thank you for everything, (name). I’ll make sure to make it up to you.”

Before you could reply, or he could say “I love you,” the line ends suddenly. You had heard more wheezing in the background before he hung up. Along with multiple apologies that came from a man.

 The meat got burnt so badly it turned black.

The bread has another hour or two to go. All is well.

Because if it wasn’t, then one of the knives in the knife holder would find home in your wrist. In your chest. In your neck.

Like a crumbled piece of paper, you fold into yourself as you fall to the floor. That was enough playing for today. Oh. He never even told you what time he would be home.

Distantly, you hear something break before you close your eyes. You’re tired.

You hope your sleep won’t be interrupted.

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“I love my sister.”

“Mm, I can see that. Although… perhaps, you love her a little too much, to the point it’s off-putting. People may get the wrong idea, you know.”

Your brother turns around to look at the woman speaking – beautiful, with dreamy pale purple eyes that are jaded. Almost lifeless, yet full of mischief. Like a snake waiting to pounce, she watches him, her purple hair swaying with each step she takes towards him.

One hunter against another. In the end, who will go down?

She must step over the corpse laying on the floor, blood clinging to her heel. It’s nothing more than an inconvenience to her. As though she simply stepped in a water puddle.

“I don’t have a sister complex.”

“Your actions say otherwise. But” she stops right in front of him, gloved hand pulling down her sunglasses from the top of her head to the bridge of her nose. They gleam underneath the light, your brother’s reflection in them. He sees how thin of a line his lips are.

He’s not amused.

“It is because of your behavior that others stay away from her. That’s what you want, right?”

“No comment. But just know that I don’t have a sister complex. It’s closely associated with incest, and I don’t – “

“Alright, alright. We’ll just ignore that for now – “

“What do you mean ‘for now’?”

“– and get to business. So, you want to hire us, correct? For a baby-sitting job?” Her head tilts to the side, a lazy and smug grin pulling at her red lips. Despite her words, everything about her screams gentle. But the neon purple strings in her hand that are connected to the corpse say otherwise.

It’s – She – is as beautiful as she is dangerous.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a ‘baby-sitting’ job, but yes. Besides, I don’t need to hire you to begin with.” Your brother shrugs his shoulders before crossing his arms. “I mean, I am one of your most valued resources.”

“Oh? Are you now?”

“Who do you think provides the funds? But, of course, if money is a thing that would make things easier, than… I wouldn’t mind paying a bit more.”

She smiles at that, releasing the string as it fades into thin air. “Mm, does the gender matter?”

“Yes. Unless, of course, you have a trusted gentleman.” He glances at the clock on the wall; 9:00PM. He wonders if dinner is ready by now, or if you burnt the food again. Maybe he should stop calling after five, else you get distracted. He needs to be a good brother and remember that you tend to get distracted easily.

“Is it 24/7? Or just during certain events?”

“For now, I’m not sure. But for sure, during her blind dates. There’s a lengthy list of them that I’ve been putting off. She’s just been so tired that I decided to give her a break, oh, but – “

“Please don’t go on a rampant. I know enough to judge the situation. But yes, I do know a trusted ‘gentleman’… I just need to clear his head occasionally. But for your sake, I think it’d be best if you introduce them soon.” She adjusts her glasses, fixing them on top of her head again.

“I can promise you he won’t show any interest.”

“But there’s a possibility he might harm her?”

Gently, her hands clap together. “There will always be a possibility that someone you hired might hurt her. That’s just something you can’t avoid. But if we avoid certain triggers, he’ll be as harmless as a fly… towards her.”

Humming in thought, your brother mulls over it. He did ask, so…

“But do not worry, for I will also be there, at times. But Elio has been sending me more scripts these past few months compared to him.”

“Him?”

“Bladie.”

He chokes on his spit. “You want me to entrust my dear sister to – “

“Trust me, he won’t lay a hand on her. Not if I tell him not to.”

“You mean force him to, you little she-devil…” he chuckles lowly, no true amusement in his voice or eyes. Again, he did ask, but still…

“What about Silver Wolf?”

“She’s more interested in her games than a baby-sitting job. And Sam… at least Bladie looks human. And rather handsome, too. But from what you’ve told me about your sister, he’s not her type. And she’s not his either; too young.”

“… I’ll entrust her to you, Kafka.”