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mikaela-granger · 3 months ago

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The Long Wait (Season 2) Chapter 7

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Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

The next morning, Lorelei was on cloud nine. Whatever she was expecting to happen last night, was not what had actually happened. Sean Renard was her soulmate. The man she had been crushing on for months was hers, her soulmate. And he was as happy about it as she was. The pair had decided to keep it between them for the time being, giving them a chance to navigate their changing relationship in privacy.

Nick woke her up, asking Lorelei to meet with him and Hank for breakfast so they could answer any questions he may have.

“So, how many of these, what do you call them, are there?” Hank asked.

“Wesen. They call themselves wesen.” Nick replied. “I don’t know how many there are. And I’ve seen maybe two dozen, and I’ve read about a whole lot more.”

“What do you mean you read about them? You buy a book about this?”

“No.” Lorelei told him. “Books on wesen are not so easily acquired.”

Nick nodded. “Look, when our Aunt Marie came to town, she brought a bunch of stuff with her. And we sort of inherited it. Our ancestors have apparently been handing this stuff down for centuries.”

“And now you see them all the time?”

“Only when they’re upset, pissed off, you know emotional in some way.”

“Do they all know your one of these Grimms?”

“No. I think that they can sense it, when I recognise them, but I don’t know for sure. Our ancestor never wrote that down.”

“They were too busy chopping off heads.” Lorelei added.

Hank leant forward a little more. “Now, am I gonna be seeing them all the time, now too?” he asked, looking a little freaked out.

“I don’t think so.” Nick told him. “But you never know, you just have to be ready.” Nick sighed. “You know, if you didn’t have a Grimm for a partner, I doubt you would have seen anything. But believe me, they’re out there.”

“But Hank, you’ve got remember that like regular people you have your bad wesen and your good wesen.” Lorelei told him. “Most are just trying to live their lives, same as us. Going to work, meeting their soulmates, having families, you know.”

Hank nodded, although he was still looking…wary. At that moment, both Nick and Hank’s phones rang.

“Duty calls.” Hank commented.

“Constantly.” Nick agreed.

They bid Lorelei goodbye and left, while she took the time to finish her coffee. As she was doing so, she received a call from Monroe.

“Hey!”

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Not too bad. Just had coffee with Nick and Hank. I’m not sure if Nick told you, but Hank is now officially in the know.”

“Oh, wow, really. Ok. Cool, cool, cool, cool.”

Lorelei frowned. Monroe seemed a little off. “What’s up?”

There was a pause. “I was wondering if you had time to make up some of your brownies. And drop them off to me later.”

Lorelei nodded. “Uh, yeah. I can do that. Special occasion?”

Monroe laughed nervously. “Uh, well, I hope so. They’re for Rosalee. I know she loves them. I’m actually planning on asking her to join me for a picnic. You know, as a date.”

Lorelei did a little happy dance. Finally. “Then I will make the best goddamn brownies ever. Did you want me to make anything else?”

Later that evening she headed over to Monroe’s, brownies and even some chocolate chip cookies, in some Tupperware containers. “Thanks for this. I really appreciate it.” He said, as Lorelei handed over the baked goods.

“For you and Rosalee, anything.” Lorelei told him. “So, have you worked up the nerve to ask her yet?”

Monroe shook his head. “No, not yet. I don’t know why it’s so hard. But then again, what if she says no. What if I’ve been misreading her signals?”

Lorelei sighed and gently took his hands in her. “I promise, you are not misreading her signals. She is going to say yes. Anyone who has interacted with you two can see the chemistry between you.” Lorelei assured him. “Hell, Katie only met you two for a few hours and she could tell. Told me to keep her updated.”

Monroe blushed. “You really think so?” He asked, looking bashful.

Lorelei smiled at him. “I know so.” She grabbed his phone from the table and held it out to him. “Call her, now.”

“Geez, so bossy.” Monroe joked, taking the phone from her.

“I’ll be waiting in the living room.” Lorelei said, moving in that direction to give him some space.

She had just sat down when she heard a knock on the door. Lorelei contemplated answering, however Monroe came walking out. “Nick?” She heard Monroe say. “Where are you?” Lorelei watched as Monroe moved over to the door and opened it. And standing there was her brother. Monroe laughed. “Ha, guess we’re on the same wavelength.”

“Well, did you wanna?”

“No, you go first. You came all this way.”

Lorelei was really confused. Wasn’t Monroe calling Rosalee? Nick walked in the living room, not looking surprised to see Lorelei there. He glanced back at Monroe and sighed. “It’s Hank.”

“Oh yeah, uh Lorelei told me. Did you tell him about me?”

“Of course she did; no, I didn’t tell him about you. I didn’t want to tell him until I knew how he was going to react.”

“You ever think about how I might react.” Monroe said, looking a little peeved. “Well, maybe we should just have a little coming-out party, tell all your friends.” Nick stared at him in surprise. “Aw man. I’m sorry. Actually, you know this could be good. I think.”

“Anyway, I just wanted to tell you.” Nick admitted. He looked at Monroe. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Juliette called me.” Monroe said. Lorelei looked at him in surprise.

“Well, about what?”

“What do you think man? About you. She’s trying really hard to remember. And she asked me how you two got along. And I said you were happy. And I’m not sure that helped cause she kinda hung up. Right after asking me.” Monroe explained. Nick’s expression was not happy. “And now, I’m not sure that I should have told you that.”

“No, that’s ok.”

“She’s trying man. I just, I don’t know. I thought you should know.”

Lorelei’s heart broke for her brother. “Thanks.” He said quietly.

“Yeah, anytime.”

“Anyway. I gotta go.” Nick said. “See ya.”

Lorelei and Monroe watched as Nick left. Lorelei glanced at Monroe. “Oh my god, Hank knows.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “I told you that.”

Monroe glanced at her. “I know, but Nick confirming it makes it seem more real.”

“If its any consolation, I think Hank is going to be a real asset to our little group.” Lorelei told him.

Monroe raised an eyebrow. “Eh, you could be right.” He said, although he didn’t look to sure.

“And what happened to calling Rosalee?”

Monroe seemed to have lost whatever nerve he had and no amounting of persuading by Lorelei could change his mind about calling Rosalee. Lorelei left feeling a little disappointed. She was happy, having found her person, she wanted her friends to be as well. As Lorelei got out of the car in the parking garage, she got a message from Katie asking if she would still be joining them for their hike this coming Sunday. It had been something that was arranged before their breakup, and considering they were on good terms Lorelei saw no reason not to go. She replied while waiting for elevator and had just slid her phone back into her pocket when she felt a hand drop on her shoulder. Moving quickly, Lorelei grabbed the hand, holding it she slipped under the offender’s arm and slammed the person into the wall, holding their arm against their back.

“It’s me, it’s me.”

Lorelei let the arm go quickly. “Oh my god, Sean. I am so sorry.”

Sean stepped away from the wall, rubbing his shoulder. “It’s ok. I didn’t exactly announce myself.” He commented. He looked down at her, a slight smile on his face. “Good to know you can protect yourself.”

Lorelei shrugged, feeling bad she had hurt her soulmate. “Yeah, Aunt Marie insisted I know. Sorry again.”

Sean chuckled. “No harm, no foul. I know not to sneak up on you again.” He said, as the elevator arrived, gesturing for her to enter first.

“How was your day?” Sean asked, pressing the buttons for their floors.

“Good. I had coffee with Nick and Hank this morning, spent most of the day cooking and baking, and then dropped some of that baking over at my friend Monroe’s house. You hungry? I made lasagna.”

“I could go for some lasagna.” Sean replied.

They both got off at her floor and walked to her apartment together. Lorelei let them both in and turned on the lights. Sean closed the door behind them and as Lorelei went to walk further in, he stopped her, pulling her into him as he leant down and kissed her. Lorelei sighed in contentment, her arms wrapping around his neck. When they pulled apart, Sean smiled down at her. “Hi.”

Lorelei returned the smile. “Hi. How was your day?”

“Uneventful.” He said, giving her another kiss before letting her go. Lorelei walked into the kitchen, dropping her keys and phone on the bench as she headed to the fridge. Sean sat at the kitchen island, as Molly came over to say hi.

“Well, that’s good.” Lorelei told him, as she placed the lasagna in the microwave to heat it up. “Drink?”

Sean looked up from where he was patting Molly. “Water, please.” Daisy entered the kitchen, meowing loudly. “Sounds like someone is hungry.”

Lorelei scoffed. “She is always hungry. And a liar, I already fed her dinner. She’s just begging. I swear she is worse than the dog.”

Sean laughed. “Any plans for tomorrow?”

Lorelei handed him his water. “I’m meal prepping some food before school starts back. The first few weeks are always hectic. Other than that, just making sure I have everything in order.”

Sean nodded, as Molly wondered off, having greeted their guest and thankfully Daisy followed. They continued making light conversation as Lorelei served up dinner. It was nice how domestic it felt. Eventually Sean headed home, but not before giving Lorelei a breathtaking kiss. “I’ll see you later.” He said, before leaving for the night.

The next day Lorelei was just pulling a casserole out of the oven when her phone rang. Placing it on the bench, she smiled when she saw it was Monroe. “Hey, don’t tell me you chickened out again.”

“Lorelei. You need to get to the shop now. Rosalee is sick and I need your help.” Monroe sounded panicked.

“I’m on my way.” Lorelei said. She quickly put the casserole back into the oven, turning it off before grabbing her jacket, boots, phone and purse.

Lorelei got to the spice shop in record time and Monroe let her in. “What exactly is going on?” She asked him in concern. “Where is Rosalee?”

He gestured to the side room where Rosalee was on the loveseat covered in a blanket. “A picnic, why did I have to choose a picnic?” He said, before walking over to the counter. “We were at the park, everything was great, and then this guy came out and he looked terrible. He attacked us and we ran. But he scratched Rosalee and now she’s infected.”

“Monroe, infected with what?”

“Fluvus Pestilentia.”

Lorelei’s eyebrows shot up. “The yellow plague? I remember reading about that.”

“Yeah, and Rosalee is too sick to make up the treatment. I need you to help me. I know she’s been teaching you.”

He handed her a book, and Lorelei started reading it as he moved around, grabbing ingredients. The pair worked together to make the treatment. Monroe kept calling out to Rosalee as they worked, keeping her updated, trying to be positive despite the fact it was obvious that he was panicking. At one point he knocked over a bottle, which broke on the floor. Cursing, Monroe bent down to scrape up the remains of the ingredient. As he did, Rosalee rolled off the loveseat violently, knocking down a lamp, as the front door opened. Nick and Hank entered, dragging in a man.

“Hey, hey, that’s the guy we saw at the park!” Monroe exclaimed. “He came right at me, Nick.” He stood up with some of the salvaged ingredient. “Listen, Rosalee’s got it too. I think he must’ve scratched her, or something.”

Nick looked up from where he was knelt beside the man they brought in. “Rosalee’s sick?” he asked in concern.

“Rosalee’s one?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, she’s a…she’s a fuschbau.”

Hank looked up at Monroe. “And Monroe’s one?”

“Yeah, uh, a blutbad here. Can we get into this later?” Monroe asked, giving Hank a brief wave, as he glanced at Nick. “I mean, welcome aboard, Hank. You know, I’m glad we don’t have to beat around the bush anymore…It’s just Rosalee’s in the other room, ok? And I’m just about to mix this stuff.”

“Ok, how much longer until you’re going to be ready?” Nick asked Monroe, as the unidentified man started waking up.

“Hey, hey, hey. We’re gonna…we have to treat this guy.” Hank said.

There was a loud crash and Rosalee cried out in pain. “Rosalee!” Monroe called, moving into the side room. Lorelei took over for him as he went to check on her. As he and Nick went to check, the unidentified man started to become agitated, and Hank tried holding him down.

“Oh man, she’s gone.” Lorelei heard Monroe say.

A moment later, Monroe was back in the main shop. “Where’s Rosalee?”

“She’s gone. Nick’s gone to find her.” Monroe said, returning to her side and taking over again.

Hank was struggling. “Hurry, hurry, I can’t keep this guy down.” Lorelei rushed over to help Hank, while Monroe finished up the treatment.

“Ok, ok, we just got to get a couple of sips of this stuff into him.” Monroe said, as the man wretched his arm from Lorelei’s grasp and backhanded her.

“Motherfucker.” She cried, grabbing his arm and forcing it back to the ground.

“You alright?” Hank asked and Lorelei nodded.

Monroe came over with the treatment, trying to give it to the man who knocked it away. Hank ended up handcuffing the guy before Monroe poured some into his mouth. Immediately the man started to calm down. “Alright, I think that should do it.” Monroe commented.

“Lorelei, you’re bleeding.” Hank pointed out and Lorelei gently touched her lip, wincing in pain as she felt dampness on her fingers.

“Eh, I have had worse.” Lorelei remarked, as the door burst open, and Nick came in carrying Rosalee.

“Oh my god Nick, did you have to kill her?” Monroe yelled at him.

Nick gave Monroe a strange look. “No, she’s unconscious. Get the stuff!”

Nick carried Rosalee into the side room, laying her back down on the loveseat while Monroe grabbed the treatment. However, clearly Monroe was more affected by everything than he realised, as his hands were shaking. Hank gently touched Monroe’s arm. “Here, let me do it.” He told him gently. Monroe looked at him in surprise.

“It’s a…that’s a good idea, thank you.” Monroe said, as Hank poured the remainder of the treatment into a smaller cup.

“Come on, hurry up.” Nick yelled from the other room. The three of them hurried into the side room, and Hank instructed Nick to hold Rosalee’s mouth open so he could pour the treatment into her mouth.

Monroe, Lorelei, Nick and Hank waited around to make sure that Rosalee and the park ranger, Gilko got better. Monroe made some tea, and as he passed Gilko he commented on how much better he looked. He handed the tea out. Lorelei went to take a sip but winced as soon as the cup touched her lip. She put the cup down and returned the icepack she had, to her lip.

“Well. As long as we’re, uh, letting the blutbad out of the bag, so to speak.” Monroe said, turning to face Hank. “I was the one who hit you in the park, that day.”

“What?” Hank asked, looking confused.

“You know, the Hunt for Bigfoot Day.”

Hank glanced at Nick, who couldn’t quite hide the smirk on his face. “It’s true. It was him.”

Monroe crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean to; it’s just Larry was a really good friend of mine and…” He glanced to the side room before looking back at Hank. “More later.” He said before walking off to check on Rosalee.

Hank watched him, still looking a little confused. Lorelei reached over and gave him a pat on the leg. “Give us a look.” Nick said, referring to her lip. Lorelei removed the icepack. Nick took her chin in his hand and looked her over. “He got ya good, didn’t he?”

“Oh yeah. I will not be able to hide that. Good thing I got back into gymnastics.”

“What’s that got to do with it?” Hank asked, again, looking confused. Although, Nick did as well.

“Apart from keeping me active and being helpful with my fighting skills. It can also be used to explain away most injuries.” Lorelei explained. “For example, I face planted the vault. It was so embarrassing. Once my coach made sure I was alright, he laughed his ass off.”

Hank and Nick looked impressed. “That was really believable. If I didn’t know any better, I��d buy it.” Hank said.

“Should I be concerned by how easy it is for you to lie?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

The next morning, Lorelei got to the put that lie to the test, against someone who may be harder to fool. She ran into Sean in the elevator as they both left for the day. Sean had noticed straight away and gentle grasped her chin. His gaze burning with hidden fury as he asked who did it.

“It’s embarrassing.” Lorelei told him. “I went to the gym yesterday, and I…um…face planted into the vault.”

“Pardon?”

“I was running to it, and I dove a little too early, and…” She mimicked her face driving into it with her hand. “Straight into the side.” Sean winced a little in empathy. Lorelei sighed and shrugged. “The hazards of gymnastics.”

“Hmm, well try to be more careful.” He said, giving her look. Lorelei nodded. Before they reached the parking garage, he gave her a gentle peck, on the uninjured side. They exited the elevator and went their separate ways.

Well, he seemed to buy that. Lorelei thought to herself, as she got into her car.

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problematicfanfics · 3 months ago

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hey i got groped on friday night at the club in a “business casual” fit, sexually assaulted on a date tuesday wearing jorts and a loose t shirt, and then had to evacuate campus for hurricane helene bc we’re in flood zone A. now im staying with my uncle aunt and 12/11 year old cousins. i literally got no complete alone time to process what the fuck happened

the night i got sexually assaulted i basically just called up my friends and was like “hey date went like shit let’s go drink together!” but i genuinely just needed to get violently drunk and high. so i did very successfully. 12 heads in a singles dorm room space after downing copious amounts of wine, liquor, and weed while playing beer pong one floor above us. i took a ten minute nap before we went to mcdonald’s and when i woke up, i asked everyone if we were still going (it was 5 am and we said we were going for the breakfast menu), and they all said “bro none of us can fuckin walk” so i went back to bed.

tell me why i wake up at 7 am sharp, in the same clothes i was SAd in the day before, sleeping in my suitemate’s bed with her? i woke up to her face and i was like “yo why we sleepin together?? wait why am i in her bed???” so i got up to piss then walked into my room to get in my own bed.

i walk in to see my mattress topper halfway off my bed. i tried to push it back on but it wouldn’t budge. i’m like “damn i’m mad hungover if i can’t move a piece of foam.” i reach onto my bed to move my ikea bear (the really big one, i love him) and i fucking find my friend sleeping under it??

i start dying. like actually crying laughing. he gets up and he’s completely coherent he’s like “bro why you laughing?” i’m like “dude i didn’t know you slept in my bed what the fuck happened?” bc he’s literally one floor above us?? why didn’t u walk up one flight of stairs and walk ten steps to ur room? he’s like “well u went to bed in suitemate’s bed so i took yours” WHAT?? so i was like “go back to bed bro” and went back to sleep in my suitemate’s bed.

i wake up again at 9 am and go back into my bedroom to see how my bro’s doing.

tell me how my entire mattress topper was on the floor. the entirety of it. and he was still under seven blankets, my five throw pillows and the stupid bear.

he wakes up and my suitemate’s tells me ANOTHER MF was asleep in my room ON MY RUG. he left at like 6:50 am to walk back to the other side of campus to his room. i felt so bad like he could’ve stayed and i would’ve made him a comfier lil bed :(

at 10 am we all get a notif that we need to be off campus out of our rooms by 1. i’m tweaking, bc my uncle is the one who was picking me up and he didn’t get out of work until 5:30, plus 15-20 min to drive and pick me up, plus the hurricane weather, i wasn’t scooped until 6.

the friend who slept in my bed and i sat in the lobby and waited for his friend w a car to show up so we could at least get out of the school area for now. we went to get sushi, shit was buss. i explained to bro wit da car that i wasn’t getting scooped until at least 5:40 and he was like “nah it’s chill dawg we ain’t in a rush to get to the house we’ll chill w u” so i hung w them until 3pm when his aunt called him and told him he needed to go to the house bc of the storm.

so they dropped me BACK OFF AT THE SCHOOL. WITH MY STUPID SUITCASE. WITH MY SUSHI AND A HAT I STOLE OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. i was tweaking. freaking out, even. i still had 2 hours

they left and bc florida is florida, it was super fucking sunny and warm out. so i sat at one of the many outdoor tables we have.

and of course about 30 min later it starts pouring something fierce. i get soaked. i call up my friend and was like “fuck yall for leaving me in the rain” he’s like “bro i’m sorry i didn’t know it would start raining” YEAH ME NEITHER BUT BRO CMONNNN U COULDVE SAVED ME.

i find a small little indent in my dorm building to hide in w no cameras and i change my shirt. i was still wearing the exact same fit from the entire school day prior. i didn’t even have time to change my clothes by the time i cleaned up all the alcohol left out (which was essential, because they did room checks to make sure everyone was evacuated) and packed my bag properly to go stay w my fam.

same pants, unwashed hair body or face, sunglasses bc of how violently high i got in the morning to forget my week, and sopping wet socks. eating hours old sushi in the outdoor mechanics closet of my dorm.

BUT I STILL LOOKED FLY AS FUCK BC THE SECURITY GUARD COMPLIMENTED MY FIT WHEN HE CAME TO ASK IF I WAS OK 🗣️🗣️🗣️😤😤😤

anyways i’m still tweaking. i’m like actually just not ok rn. and the worst part is i enjoyed my weekend so fucking much. it was amazing and i was so happy how my life was turning around for the better, with a nice normal man (unheard of in my life), a good friend group, and doing decent in my classes. i hung out w a bunch of new people, met some old friends from the beginning of the year, never did too much drugs (even tho it takes a lot for anything to hit me anymore so it’s not hard to avoid, and i don’t enjoy that feeling)

i had so much fun, my friends were pulling cute people, i pulled a decent guy. and im just so mad because i pride myself in how good i am at reading people. and im always so cautious. it just makes me spiral because like i’ve spent my entire life making sure it doesn’t happen again and it DOES. like i do so much to protect myself. i literally don’t even have romantic attractions so every date i go on is like a “ok you’re a good person maybe we can make something work” thing, never like a love at first sight/i actively want to be with you thing, AND I LITERALLY TELL THEM THAT. AND I TELL THEM I DONT FUCK. SO HOW DO I WIN?

i’ll never win 🥲

#problematicfanfics #how ver’s perceived #ver's serious discussions #ver’s chats

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ahimoth-storm · 11 months ago

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some relatable quotes (and why)

so i wanted to make a post about some quotes from anime/movies/cartoons that relate to me in a way. there is a lot, to be honest, so for now i'll only put a few. who knows, i might do a part 2 and songs next. if you have any quotes you relate to, feel free to comment them!

now that i look over this....i realized it looks more like a vent post due to me adding why the quote is relatable in parenthesis... shit-

I don't understand why everybody has to be so judgmental. ...."Hey, Cody's just a bum." "Cody's this," "Cody's that," "Cody's this." Cody's me, bro. Let me be me. When is that going to start? ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (constantly being compared to others, told i should be like this or more like that)

I, am on, *so* much migraine medication you have no idea... The stress is killing me. I dunno how much longer I can last, I have to tell you that right now! ~Mikey Abromowitz, Surf's up (i have chronic migraines; stress makes it worse)

No joy, man. No joy...Fail. ~Big Z, Surf's up (me after telling myself "i'ma have a good day" and it ends up being shit)

Mikey, why don't you head on over to the snack bar and get yourself a big bowl of shut up? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me when i am not in a good mood and people make it worse. me when someone pisses me off then tries to make me laugh)

heh heh, this place sucks, bro. ~Cody Maverick, Surf's up (me at school, me at home, me at the store, me in any sort of inconvenient/annoying place)

i promote happiness! can you see the happiness emanating from me!? what's wrong with you? ~Reggie Belafonte, Surf's up (me looking in the mirror when i am one minor inconvenience away from absolutely losing my shit)

*sigh.* why is it that whenever i'm having fun, it's wrong? ~Squidward, Spongebob (me. just me)

what are those neanderthals doing?.... ~Squidward, Spongebob (me with my nosy neighbors, me at the store and people are acting absolutely RIDICULOUS)

too bad that didn't kill me. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me, with just anything)

i hate all of you. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me after i graduated in 2023)

well, it wouldn't be the first time you ruined everything. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my family just can't get along, younger me with my little brother 'cause my father always favored him)

wake me up when i care. ~Squidward, Spongebob (me when my little brother constantly woke me up for the damn nintendo wii (i wanted to do what Squidward did when he bashed his head into the register, but to a table or wall instead))

why am i always the one handing out apologies? ~Shippo, Inuyasha (was blamed for everything; grew a habit of apologizing for everything)

...nothing i could've gained was worth losing her. nothing at all. ~Sesshomaru, Inuyasha (i lost my grandma in january of 2021)

i want you to be happy. i want you to laugh a lot. i don't know what i'll be able to do for you, but i'll always be by your side. ~Kagome, Inuyasha (me to my best friend who i've known and been friends with since 2018)

people like you… are the reason why people like me need medication. ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (many people in the world, and many types of people, are driving me up a fucking wall)

i just don't like giving up, there's a difference! ~Inuyasha, Inuyasha (i refuse to give up on something/someone that means so much to me, unless i absolutely have a good reason (even then, a part of me still wants to refuse giving up))

i can't be at peace until i find out the truth. Sailor Mercury, Sailor Moon (there are a lot of things happening in my family, as it was split in half when i was very young. one side says this, the other side says that. i'm in constant turmoil trying to figure out who is and who isn't lying. it feels like the equivalent of being ripped apart)

18 quotes, and now my fingers are cramped T^T they'll only cramp more when i add the tags.

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tobiramamonmari29 · 2 years ago

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Gaara's point of view:

Gaara wasn't one to be excited actually this is one of his first times. He's only 15 and this is the first time he's had an erotic dream about Matsuri. She was really pretty, she was also a bit younger than him. she had celebrated her 14th birthday last week. But we don't care a bit about that. Gaara had for the first time in his life an erection in the middle of the night. He had never liked a girl until his member woke up. The problem is that he didn't know how to handle it. he was not prepared for this kind of thing, he had wanted to wake up Temari but to quickly turn back. Temari was a girl... She won't be able to help him get rid of his problem quickly. his father is out of the question and above all much too embarrassing to ask him "dad how are we shaken?" at a reasonable hour in the morning.

So he went to see kankuro which was certainly less awkward, but which was when he faced his barely awake brother. they looked at each other for long and interminable minutes before kankuro spoke.

Kankuro: what do you want Gaara?

Gaara: I have a problem.

Kankuro: yes, if not why would you be here- he paused to see the time when he woke up. why would you be here at 2:08 in the morning on my doorstep.

Gaara: yeah, uh it's embarrassing what I'm going to tell you.

Kankuro: you are my brother you can tell me everything. I won't judge you.

Gaara: I had an erotic dream about Matsuri and- kankuro put his hand in front of my face made me stop talking.

kankuro: we all have erotic dreams last night, for example, I dreamed of Tenten. She was really sexy. Oh I didn't tell you she's in my class.

Gaara: that's not my problem, I don't care who you have a boner on. I want you to help me because I'm hard.

Kankuro: okay uh.

gaara: we said no judgement.

Kankuro: come into my room, damn it... Daddy didn't take anything... shit you're still hard... You should have drowned yourself in cold water in the shower!

Gaara: Shut up! temari will hear you, I want to learn I will not live to stifle my thirst for sex in the shower 24 hours a day I am still young.

Kankuro: Well, it's simple! He turned around and took something. Take some lube-

Gaara: okay.

Kankuro: Why are you doing it now!?

gaara: you told me take it, I said showing him my hands.

Kankuro: piss off, as much as this throw, rub your hands between them. Okay, you go in your pants and jerk off.

Gaara: huh?

Kankuro: take your fucking penis, wait two seconds. He started looking for something. do you see this dildo?

Gaara: where did you get that? You're barely 17 years old.

Kankuro: we'll talk about it later, see that? It's your dick... Shit that's weird.... whatever! You put the lube okay.

Gaara: Yeah, that's OK.

kankuro: you moisten your member like that, he said pointing to it, never do that naked, it's bad.

Gaara: Alright.

Kankuro: then you go up and down like that. You have to kick the handle, if you want to tease your glans, that's how it is.

Gaara: Oh yeah, that's pretty good.

Kankuro:...Wait but you could have waited you're in the middle of my room.

Gaara: it's ok, when we were young dad we washed together.

Kankuro: I have nothing to beat your shame!

Gaara: Hey, I don't see what you're talking about.

Kankuro: YOU!

the door opened wide which startled me and kankuro. Temari against the door frame with her mouth wide open. She seemed to start screaming but that ended up choking.

Temari: Shit, I have to call my girlfriends to tell them that. She said laughing. that's why you talked so much! You mean you, she said, pointing to kankuro, you teach him, showed me such a shock!? Guys are porn sites for dogs? I can not believe ! Go put away your dick Gaara...I swear.

she slammed the door then went to her room. It was rather awkward, we ended up talking about it and I fled to my room to finish my business.

END.

#Kankuro #Kankurou #Gaara #yaoi #oneshot #Kankuro x Gaara #Kankugaa #Gaakanku #Kankurou x gaara #Gaara x kankuro #Gaara x kankurou

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generalcaedus · 1 month ago

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Permanent Fart Slave

Part 1

When I was 19, I was going to school at San Diego State. I had just moved into my own 2 bedroom apartment. I got a 2 bedroom, because California is a rather expensive place to live and I figured I could get a roommate to live in the other room and split the rent with him in order to save money. I posted flyers all over campus looking for roommates and eventually also placed an ad in the local paper.

Finally one day I got a call from a man who was interested. We arranged for him to come over the next day to see the apartment. I was expecting him to be a student also and around my age, but it turned out he was 27 and worked in the area. His name was Raul. I opened the door to greet him. He seemed nice enough and told me that he really liked the place, though the weirdest feeling came over me that he was more interested in me than the apartment. He wasn’t checking me out, but he appeared to be examining my facial features.

I didn’t think too much of it, and I didn’t have any room to be picky since the rent was almost due and I had no other prospects, so he signed on as the other tenant on the lease and moved in 2 days later.

We got along fine; I pretty much kept to myself in my room studying when I was home. One afternoon I came home from school to an empty apartment and lay down on the couch to watch some TV, but I was so tired I fell asleep. When I woke up, Raul was bending over in front of me, with his butt right in front of my face, when he saw my eyes open, I saw a quick smirk flash across his face and that was the last thing I saw as his big ass crushed down on me, sitting right on my face.

“What the hell are you doing man?” I said in a panic.

Raul just laughed and said, “I’ve got a gift for you” Then suddenly he released a high pitched sounding fart, right on my face.

“Ugh, get up man, that smells”

He just laughed and ground his ass into my face. With no warning he farted again, this time the smell was even worse. After that he finally got up.

“Why the hell did you do that?” I asked as I quickly stood up.

“Oh, just testing ya out” he replied with an evil look on his face.

“Testing me out, what the hell? Testing me out for what?” I exclaimed in anger and confusion.

“Oh never mind, don’t worry about it… that sure was fun though” he said.

I went to my room to go back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep though. I was still pissed off about what he had done to me, and I was racking my brain trying to figure out what he meant by testing me out.

When I came home from school the next day Raul was in the kitchen wearing nothing but skintight white briefs. I did a double take… wow maybe he could help me beef up I thought to myself, he was very buff, big built arms, a six pack, and the beefiest muscular bubble butt I had ever been. I had always wanted to beef up a little, cause of how thin I am (about 5'9, 105lbs) I dropped my school shit off in my room, and went into the kitchen, “What’s up man?” I said.

Raul said, “Oh hey, just finishing off the deviled eggs.”

“Is that part of your body building diet?” I asked.

“No, I just like me cuz they give me bad gas” He replied.

I started laughing; thinking he was joking, but he had a very serious look on his face.

“No, seriously they do… you’ll find out in a minute.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

He stood up intimidating, I backed away, but he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor, then he quickly sat on my face once again pushing my nose against the crack of his skin tight briefs. He immediately released a long gassy fart that went right into my nostrils. It smelled sooo bad. All the while I was struggling below him, but it was no use, he was much bigger than me. Every time I would manage to barely escape his ass crack, he would just shove my face right back in. He farted on me for about an hour, and then finally let me go.

“Well, gotta go check my e-mail” he said, as if nothing had happened. He was online for hours, as usual, and I needed to sign on to do some homework, so eventually I was pissed enough that I went into his room, and asked him to please get off the internet so I could log on and do my homework.

“Nah, you can go on in couple hours when I’m done” he said back to me. I didn’t fight with him about it because I didn’t want him pinning me again. As I turned to walk out the door I saw an odd looking bar mounted to his wall. It was made of steel, and very tightly secured. It had two openings that looked like nails or pins could be fascinated to them with a lock at the top of each side.

This guy is so weird, I thought to myself. Then I started to continue towards the door when Raul said, “Ya know, I’ve been thinking, I have more stuff then you, I should have the master bedroom, and you should have this little one.”

“No way, I signed the lease originally, this is my place! And that room is mine!” I shouted back at him in anger and left the room. I went into my room and went to bed.

The next day as soon as I got home from school Raul rushed right up to me, he was sooo excited.

“Yes I finally made it!” he exclaimed.

“Made what?” I asked.

“A harness for strapping someone’s face to my ass.” he said very matter-of-factly. It was something that looked like a jock strap but there was a second piece, a head harness with extra straps that connected it to the jock strap part. “You want to give it a try this is something I always wanted to do.” he said.

I told him absolutely not, but he said, “Oh come on, you’ll only be in it for a minute or two, I promise. Besides… if you don’t want to do it I could always just tackle you down and sit on your face for a couple hours. Up to you... a couple hours in my ass or a couple minutes.”

I thought about it for a minute… I really didn’t want him to pin me again and make me smell it even longer so I said, “If I do it, to you promise not to pin me down ever again?”

He said, “Ok, if you try it and stay in it as long as u can, then just let me know when you want out, then I’ll let you go and never pin you again.”

After looking at him reluctantly I finally said ok. He pulled out a gag and said, “First let me put this on you so you’ll have to breathe through your nose.”

“But then how will I be able to tell you to let me out?” he told me

“Don’t worry, just tap on my ass cheek and I will let you out of it.” he then continued… he put the gag strap in my mouth and secured the strap of the gag around my head. He then handed me the head harness part while he began to undress and put on the jock strap part. As I fit it to my head he handed me some wrist cuff telling me to put them on. I reluctantly put on the cuffs. Here we were, him totally nude and standing with me kneeling behind him. He said get against the wall facing out to make sure he could get it good and snug. I did as I was told and he started to back his ass up to my face. He looked over his shoulder and moved one of his hands behind my head pushing my face into his ass. I started to feel the same situation as before when he had pinned me… his ass cheeks wrapping around my face, my nose right next to his hole. All I could see was his huge muscular ass cheeks. I could feel him starting to strap the two hardness together pulling my face in slightly harder against his ass. He then told me to put my hands on his hips. I did as I was told. I noticed he somehow clipped the straps on my wrists to his part of the harness.

Once he was done he did a slight side to side wiggle saying “In there good?”

I nodded yes with a muffled mmmm mmm sound. But he said I was still able to move my face a little and then he started to back up till I felt the wall on the back of my head. I wondered what he was doing but then I felt his ass push back hard on my face. I pulled on the straps which only forced my face tighter up against his ass, pushing my nose right up to his asshole. I could barely even breathe. The feeling of his ass hard on my face was so tight. I knew right then that I had made a mistake. I couldn’t stand the smell of his ass crack. It was so bad. Crusty, dirty, sweaty… rank!

Then he began to walk around as I was forced to crawl behind him feeling his ass cheeks wiggling side to side. I had no idea where he was walking to and crawling behind him was starting to hurt my knees. He stopped in the kitchen, opened up the fridge and pulled something out. “Ahhh, deviled eggs, my favorite!

You know how bad I had gas from these the other day Johnny boy? Well that was only from eating four of them, I think I should finish off this entire batch of 3 dozen!” He said.

My heart was racing with fear… I shook my head no as much as I could, but he just acted as if nothing was happening. He was eating them rather quickly… “yummy, so that means I’m eating 9 times more than yesterday so I should have at least 9 times as much gas and they should be at least 9 times smellier, boy aren’t you lucky John?”

Oh God, I was panicked, but then I remembered he said just to tap on his ass cheek if I wanted out. I started tapping his ass cheeks with my palms, but he just stood there finishing off the eggs as if he had no idea what it meant. I continued banging my wrists against his cheeks to remind him of his promise.

Finally he said, “Are you trying to say something?” and he came up with a signal. He would ask the question and if I took one big long sniff it meant no, and 2 big long sniffs meant yes. He then asked me if my face was tight in his ass. I took 2 big sniffs.

“Good” was his only reply. He then continued to walk and never asked a question that would give me a chance to get free.

I walked into the living room, dragging me behind him, he stopped… standing in the back of the room, watching TV for a minute, then I faintly heard him say “Yessss, that didn’t take long” in a satisfied voice and he ripped a loud rank fart right on my nose. “Does that smell good Johnny?” he said as he giggled a little, I didn’t want to answer him cuz that would mean I’d have to take an even bigger breathe.

This made him angry, “I asked you a question dammit, and does that fucking smell good?” I took a long sniff as to say no, and I could smell the nasty fart even more fragrantly.

“Oh, poor baby, so sad to hear that you don’t like your new home. Oh well” he said.

What the hell I thought? My new home, what is he talking about? Then he bent over just slightly, letting his rank asshole open up around my nose and released a long low sounding gassy fart that went straight up my trapped nostrils and burned my lung with the hot sulfuric gas.

As his next long smelly fart escaped his smelly butt crack he wiggled his ass around in my face as to emphasize his power over me. He then lowered his ass rather quickly into an almost squatting position, the sudden motion pushing back on me caused me to naturally react by pulling on my wrist straps which in turn pulled my face deeper into his now wide open bending ass crack, and securing my harness even tighter to his insanely stinky ass. As a result my nose was pushed directly into his fragrant butthole. Exactly what he had planned. He stood up again, pleased that I was now secured even tighter, making it even harder for me to breathe and making the air that I could breathe smell even worse. If you could even call it air… I wasn’t breathing oxygen, it was pure ass fumes. I could faintly hear him chuckling to himself. So proud of the predicament he had me stuck in. Suddenly he let loose a loooong smelly fart right on my nose… I could actually feel his asshole open as the gas came rushing out, it was one of those really nasty ones that smell like rotten eggs. I squirmed like hell with all my strength, but Raul was a mastermind when it came to this stuff, he had engineered the harness to make me his ass prisoner for as long as he wanted, keeping me trapped securely in his smelly butt crack.

“Oohhhh Johnny” ppppssssffff “those” hsssssss “eggs” rrrrfffpppp “Ahhh, are really tearing me up inside man”

FFfffffrrrrrttttt “Haha, yeah man, smell that all up for me… you’re doing such a good job man, it doesn’t smell bad up here at all, haha.” Oh God it stunk, all I could think about was how bad it smelled and how badly I wanted out.

“Oh man Johnny” Raul said as he grasped his stomach, “I feel a big one coming on, and man, I mean BIG! Brace yourself for this one Fartboy!” Suddenly I felt his asshole open around my nose and begin to blast hot, rank, smelly gas right up my nostrils, it must have been at least 8 seconds long. “Ahhhhhhhh” Raul sighed with relief. “That felt sooo good! Now tell me Fartboy, and I want an answer, is that honestly the worst thing you have ever smelled in your life?”

Though I didn’t want to have to take even deeper breathes, I knew he would be very upset if I did not answer so I replied “Snnnniiiffff Snnniiiiffff” meaning yes. Raul replied, “Good!” He then started walking again, I could tell by the direction he was dragging me in, that he was going into my bedroom.

We stopped, and he stepped up slightly. I began to hear a noise of him playing with something and then I realized it was the sound of the tread mill startup buttons. Then it started running as he moved on it his cheeks rubbed side to side hard on my face. He continued to fart on me every now and then as he walked on the treadmill. He was building up a sweat now, adding to my torture by making it hotter down in his crack as well as even stinkier if that’s possible. After about 20 min he finally got off the tread mill. Wait a minute, I thought to myself, what the hell was his treadmill doing in my room? Why the hell had he moved into my room when I had told him no? I couldn’t say anything, but so many questions were running through my mind. Then he began to drag me around to another place in the room. After he stopped he began to back up and sit downward forcing me to bend at the knees as I felt a chair on the back of my head. He was sitting at the computer as he bent down to sit my face adjusting slightly and I could see up his back. All I could see was his ass cheeks meeting up with his back to the back of his head. OMG I thought as I heard him get online. I began to struggle knowing he would be on chat for hours. The only response I got for my struggles was Pppppssssttttt, another scorching hot smelly fart. I could hear him type away as I knew this would take hours. Sure enough hour after hour went by and eventually I started to dose off. I was so mentally drained from all the torture he’s put me through and all the questions running through my head. What did he mean when he asked if I liked my new home? Why had he moved all of his stuff into my room?

My peaceful sleep didn’t last long as Raul must have noticed me dozing off and in response began grinding his sweaty crack down harder on my face. It hurt my poor nose as he ground down on it and rubbed the smell even deeper into my nostrils.

“This is so comfy, your face makes such a good cushion for my ass Fartboy.” Finally Raul stood up. He started to walk out of the room, then paused for a second.

SSSSSPPPRRRRRTTTTTTTBBBBBLLLLLLPPPPTTTT he released the longest, wettest, sputtering fart ever imaginable. It smelled so bad and also worked as a lubricant allowing my nose to slide yet even further into his rank butthole. The wetness made my face itch… the stench was killing me, I was in hell! “Ahhhhh, so much better!” then he continued walking toward the kitchen. Raul said “Time for dinner, hmmmm how about some carne asada and refried beans. Sounds good to me!” then he paused “Oh wait, but that would give me really bad gas”

What I thought to myself, is he actually growing concerned of my well being? Then he laughed and said, “Might as well, it’s not like I’ll have to deal with smelling that gas.” he said it in such a sarcastic and mooching tone. I realized that ever letting him move in with me was the biggest mistake of my life. He prepared his dinner, then walked over to the dining table, pulled out a chair and started backing me up to it, forcing the back of my head down on the cushion and allowing him to sit on my face. “Mmmmm, what could be better, eating my favorite meal while sitting on my favorite chair.” What? Did he just call me a chair, I thought to myself. Was that all I was to him. He was clearly enjoying degrading me and making me suffer, but how much longer would I have to endure this. He sat on my face until his dinner was gone, he ate 3 platefuls. “Oh man, I ate so much, I’m feeling soooo bloated now!” then it started again:

Ppphhhhuuuurrrrttttt Bbbbbrrrrrrrppppp Bbbbblllllpppptttt Bbbbrrruummmpplpl

“Ahhhhhhhh feels good to get that out Fartboy, but ya know what, I’m just getting started…” Rrrriiiiipppppp Sssshhhhhhuuuuusssss “God that felt good” I could barely take, trapped inhaling 6 huge farts one right after another, the smell was making me sick, my nostrils were burning, and my eyes began to water. “What’s the matter Fartboy… are you crying? Stop crying man… Try and get used to that smell… that’s just the way it smells in your new home.” There, he said it again… what the hell did he mean by that I wondered. He stood up and went to the sink to do the dishes. I was squirming and writhing, trying with all my might to get out of that damn harness and get my nose out of his ass. “What are you doing Fartboy? You’re not going anywhere. Like I said, this is your home now… don’t you get it? You’re mine now, you belong to me!

From now on you are my Fart Slave. I know it’s not a pleasant job, but somebody has to do it… I get really bad gas, and I don’t want to have to smell my nasty farts, that’s your job. That’s all you’re good for, sniffing my smelly ass. I knew that you would become my Fart Slave the moment I saw you… I could tell your face would fit perfectly in my ass crack, and it does, so nice and comfortable. You walked right into my little trap and now you’re MINE! Hahaha” I was panicked, could he really get away with that… God he’s evil, expecting me to suffer under his smelly ass forever. Please God, don’t let this be my horrible fate. I hoped to God he wasn’t serious.

Then I learned that he meant it, he had every intention of torturing me this way forever as the doorbell rang, and 2 cheery voices said “Open up John, its mom and dad… we came to see your new place.” Raul laughed, “This is perfect… we can start to make people forget about you” he ran water over his hair in the kitchen sink, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist and my head to cover me, making it look like he had just gotten out of the shower, and shouted “Hold on, I’ll be right there!” What was he going to tell my parents I wondered… Then he dragged me to the door, the towel concealing me, and opened it partially poking his head out to talk to them “Hi, what can I do for you guys” Raul asked. “Uh, we’re looking for our son John, I believe this is his apartment” my dad replied. “Yeah, actually John moved out a couple days ago and signed his lease over to me. He said he was failing classes so he dropped out of school and his parents would kill him if they ever found out so he took off, I have no idea where he went.” Raul said to them, trying not to snicker at his own evilness as he said it. I couldn’t believe he was really going to do this to me, and make my family believe I had run away. My parents were very concerned, and after asking a few more questions they deciphered that Raul didn’t know where I was so they left. Raul closed the door.

“Haha, damn good. I know you doubted me, thought I couldn’t pull it off, but now you are just a run away to them and to the law… nobody will look for you here in your nice smelly new home!” He walked into the bedroom and crawled into his bed, laying on his side with my face stuck to his ass, he pulled the covers up and tightly tucked them around my face, making it hot, stuff, and air tight. Then he released a loud nasty fart

Rrrrrriiiipppppp. “Ahhhhh, sweet dreams Fart boy.” I tried to fall asleep, but it was so hot, stuffy, smelly. Just as I was finally about to fall asleep his asshole vibrated on my nose and released the longest, smelliest silent fart. It smelled sooo bad, probably at least 12 seconds long, all the smelly hot gas rushed up my nose and I realized there was no way I would be able to sleep. He woke up in the morning and…

Rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppp said “Ahhhhhh, morning Fart face, how’d you sleep last night? That was the best night’s sleep I think I’ve ever had” he said. Then he got up and dragged me behind him into the bathroom, he let out a small loud fart on my nose while he stood at the toilet peeing, then he turned on the shower. He got in, and I had to crawl in behind him. Water rushed down his crack and my face he would fart every now and then to make sure I could still breathe.

I realized this mean his ass would not get cleaned, nor would my face since he showered with my face still in his ass. He finally turned off the water, got out and dried off. Then we walked into the spare bedroom. He backed me up to the wall, and unhooked my wrists from the harness, but left the head part attached so I was still stuck. Then he took my wrists and locked them to the metal pole mounted on his wall that I seen before. Oh no, that’s what that was for. Then he unlatched my head harness from the part connected to his ass.

“Awww, my ass feels naked without your nose inside it!” Raul said in a mocking tone. “Don’t worry though, they’ll be together again real soon! I gotta go to work for a while, so this is where you will stay and wait for my smelly butt to welcome you back in. I Wish I could take you to work with me, but don’t worry, I start a new job in 2 weeks, and I’ll be working from home, so I can have your nose in my ass 24/7! Isn’t that great? Hahira”

I tried to cry and scream out for help, but my gag kept me silent to the world. Raul went back into his bedroom, got dressed and started to head out the door. He paused as he was about to leave, then came back into the room where I was and said “I almost forgot to give you a kiss good bye… silly me” he said turning his ass to me, shoving it in my face and lining my nose up on the seam of his pants, then he let loose a killer nasty fart. “Ok, see ya in a couple hours

Fart boy!”

Part 2

What did I get myself into? How could I be so stupid? My mind was racing, I started to drift off to sleep after such a rough couple hours. I awoke from the sound of the door opening and hearing his voice “piggy I’m home early” I just started to cry that this is my new life as Raul's fart slave. He walk up to me my head inch’s from his crotch I could tell he was rock hard. “oh fart piggy I missed you all day I grinding my ass in the chair wishing you were there, then it dawned on me, you’re not just going to be my fart slave you’re going to be my total bitch.

I just lay up against the wall pinned no control, what did he mean his bitch? Sniffing his farts wasn’t good enough? He inched closer grinding his crotch in my face,” wait” he says laughs and runs to the bathroom, he comes out wearing an old pair of black Addidas gym shorts I could smell them from here. He got back in position and grinding my face into his nasty crotch, “haha haven’t washed these in weeks to bad for you piggy” His thick cock was rubbing on my face it felt huge “Yeah bet a fag like you would love this down your throat but I don’t think you’re ready” he pulled off his shorts reviling his jock he backed up into position as if he were putting a back pack on he again strapped my face to his ass dragging me to the kitchen.

Each time he took a step down the hall I felt my face going deeper in his crack, I heard the fridge open up “hmmm I’m thinking Ahhh perfect haven’t had tacos in a while” as he finished his sentence he lifted his leg and let out the longest wettest fart ever. “been holding that in all day” He started to walk but it wasn’t towards the table, he went into my room he pulled me up onto my bed leaned against the wall I could only see a little up his back, oh my god this dude was eating his nasty fart fueling tacos in my bed and watching TV.

It started getting sweaty in his crack just adding to my torture. Raul started to grind his massive butt on my face lining his hole with my nose, He let out a grunt and blew fart after fart deep up my nose. After about thirty minutes of farts I heard something on the TV it sounded like moaning “yeah buddy this is fucking hot, getting me all boned up. Shit this dude is watching a porno. I felt him push down the front of his jock and started jacking his cock, Raul started bouncing his ass on my face farting like crazy, “fart slave I'll make a deal with you. I'll remove your gag if you eat my ass out, and take a deep breath if you agree.” I had no choice if I didn’t do this I’m sure the alternative would be worse. “Good I’m glad you’re finally accepting your role as my fart bitch.” He removed my gag and I took in a deep breath then his ass came back down covering my mouth.

“Start licking bitch” I stuck my tong in his hole it was nasty he pull on the restraints locking me in. He was jacking off like crazy and started talking dirty to me “yeah bitch eat my hole” things like that. I for some reason was really trying to please him he grinded on my face really hard let out a loud moan his hole was closing on my tong and then he released a nasty bomb of gas right into my mouth.

He put the gag back in and cleaned himself off with one of my shirts. “Ahhhh piggy that really hit the spot think I’m going to take a nice nap.” Let one more PPPPFFFRRTTT out and passed out.

Part 3

What. The actual. Fuck.

My mind is racing. Terror, anger, and disgust flood my thoughts. I’m still in shock of the fact that my own mouth, my fucking tongue, has been slobbering on this bastard’s ungodly smelly ass crack. I can actually feel some of the hair from around his shitter stuck in my teeth, and the taste of his last fart was stuck on my pallet. I still haven’t eaten anything. I wonder if he even intends to keep me alive for very long. What if this is some kind of sick death game to amuse a disgusting, twisted psychopath?

Raul passed out almost immediately after he busted a nut. Of course he fucking snores loud, like the obnoxious twat he is.

He was asleep for about five hours. It was now late evening. During the course of his nap, I couldn’t keep up with the number of times he farted in his sleep. I hate this, I want to die. Oh shit, he’s stirring…!

“Mmmm….damn, that was a good nap. I needed that little piggy. You must be getting hungry. I’m gonna whip you up something quick in the blender. Then I’m gonna make you take something to keep you awake.” Raul guided me off the bed and backed me up to the place on the wall he had set up to keep me parked and locked me in place.

He returned with a green shake and a straw and removed my ball gag, quickly replacing it with his own hand.

“I can’t trust you enough not to squeal, piggy. So for a while, until you get used to your new place in life, you gotta drink your food through a straw.”

I was so hungry…but the thought of what might be in that shake made me nervous. Fear of dying from starvation got to me though, so I complied. He brought the straw to my lips and he slid it through his fingers. It was awful, but I finished it quickly. It was filling. I could guess he through a couple hotdogs, some kale, and sweet relish all in the blender. Liquid hotdogs don’t taste so great.

“Alright, almost done. I have to give you your vitamins now. Do you know what this is, piggy?” Raul held up two bright orange pills. They were adderalls, and from the looks of them, they were very high in the grams. And he fucking had two. He held his hand over my nose, forcing my mouth open. He popped them in and put my gag into place.

“I’ll be right back.” Raul stepped in the bathroom and closed the door. I sat there dreading his return. He was in there for about five minutes. I’m sweating, trying not to swallow these drugs which I know will keep me awake all night. They’re slowly dissolving.

He returns from the bathroom, “Piggy, I’m on a tough budget this week. So after I took a shit, I only wiped my asshole once. Hope that won’t bother you!”

Tears formed in my eyes as his hairy ass crack which now had toilet paper stuck to his crack encased my ass. It has never before smelled as bad as it does now. Tears are streaming down my face.

“Don’t cry, my pet! I’m not using your mouth as toilet paper, not yet anyway. We’ll cross that bridge eventually. Here, let me give you this to make you feel better -”

A rancid, SBD fart of about fifteen seconds and I want to get sick, but the effects from the adderall overrule the nausea.

He walks over and sits down to the computer. My nose feels wet. He said he wiped it once, but I can still feel and smell his waste on the inside. I look up his muscular back, and at his perfect shoulder blades. The stimulation from the uppers he gave me must be changing my mind frame. I find myself admiring his sculpted physique, wanting to please him. I move my nose up and down his rank crack, trying to give him a message.

“You wanna lick my ass boy?” Before I could answer he ripped a loud one - BRRRRRPPPT - and I seized the opportunity by loudly giving him two long sniffs, our signal for a “Yes.” His fart gagged me a little…but I figure, if I can gain his trust and get him to think I’ve began to enjoy my situation, I might be able to find or work my way out.

“Those adderalls must be getting to you! Hell yeah boy. I’m gonna invite this guy over I’m been talking to. He knows what I’m putting you through and thinks it’s way hot. Oh, but I ain’t sharing you. You’re mine and mine alone. I’m gonna skull fuck his throat real good, though. Hope you don’t get whiplash.” He removes my gag and blasts my face with more gas. I take a big gulp, and then stick out my tongue.

First, I try to move my head as best as I can and suck all around his crack, getting a mouth full of dingle berries and toilet paper. I suck on all the hair around his hole.

“Fuck yeah, suck those hairs clean! Floss your teeth with them! Oh shit, I feel a nasty one brewing -”

PRRRRRPPPPPT BRRT BRRT

Trying not to gag, I move my mouth over his hole and lap up his crack as he furiously jerks his cock off. He abruptly quits jerking and stands up.

“Can’t let myself cum. Gotta save it for the bitch on his way. You just keep your tongue out while we go downstairs. I’m gonna make my favorite snack for us - deviled eggs!”

The adderall has taken over so I can’t cry. Like a mindless robot, I lick up and down his ass crack, and making sure to go around and suck his ass crack hair. In the back of my mind, I fear for my life. I fear for my possessions, and I fear for my health. But I push on, knowing that his trust is the only thing that will free me.

Part 4

“You know what, Pig?”, “I think I might actually change my mind about sharing you because one of my best mates Eddie always has gas that he doesn’t know what to do with so I told him about you and he wants to come over and have you sniff his hairy ass and farts, let’s get a yes or no from you real quick”.

Raul quickly pulled down his pants and boxers and covered Johnny’s face with his ass and ripped a wet and shitty, five second long fart and said “Remember it’s two long sniffs for yes and one long sniff for no, now should I invite Eddie over here so he can fart in your face?”.

Johnny gave him two long sniffs to say yes.

“Excellent”. Raul dialed Eddie and said “Hey Eddie, yeah, he said you should come do it, yeah, alright, see ya in a few”. “Alright Johnny, now I’m just gonna sit right on your face until Eddie gets here to keep his new fart cushion warm, of course I’m gonna fart on you too”.

As promised, Raul hovered his hot, sweaty, hairy ass over Johnny’s head and sat it down directly on his nose. Raul took a few seconds to position himself so that he could get Johnny’s nose deep into his hole. Raul let out a long wet RRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT and relaxed himself on Johnny’s face.

“Ah, oh man that’s bad, I can smell it up here”. Raul continued to relax and relieve himself on Johnny’s face for the next five minutes, but then the sound of a knock marked Eddie’s arrival.

“Oh, it must be Eddie, come on in dude, it’s open”.

The door opened and closed and in came Eddie who said “Alright, let’s do this, I’m about to burst”.

Raul got off Johnny’s face and stepped aside for Eddie who quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down and off along with his underwear. Eddie plopped his big, hairy ass onto Johnny’s face and instantly there was a loud crack and a PRRRRRRTTTTT that came out with a loud, long, wet fart. Instantly Johnny started to squirm, Eddie’s fart had to be at least 3x as bad as Raul’s farts and he could feel himself slipping away which Eddie took notice of.

“Eddie, you go ahead and give him as much as you want, I’m gonna jump in the shower”.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty for him Raul, you just take as long as you want”. Eddie smiled wickedly and moved down onto Johnny’s chest and said “Just you and me now”. He grinned as he ripped another wet, eggy fart and moved back onto Johnny’s face.

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the-midnight-kala · 4 months ago

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Day #2 19/9/2024

Maybe if I continue at this for a couple more days I'll actually create an about me page or something to keep of these entires organized.

Today was actually pretty alright! I woke up late so I was kinda pissing bricks about being tardy. But at the same time, the class isn't too strict with lateness so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I ended being an hour early like always so I guess it all turned out alright. Art history was interesting and I didn't sleep mid way the lecture for once lol. For some reason the discussion of Sumer and Mesopotamia really intrigued me, however the minuets still felt like hours. I wrote many pages in my notebook (maybe you guys will get to see a page soon) my notes aren't pretty but hey I have an A in that class so it still works nonetheless. And FYI for anyone needing tips about college; BRING A SWEATER. It was freezing in that lecture hall://.

Lunch soon rolled around and I got out to hang out with my friends. I know many people say not to hang out with high school friends during college but I forgot how difficult and awkward it is to make new friends. I feel like I come off as nerdy or weird (is that an incel thing to say? idk) But I really enjoy my friend's company. For this blog I'll just call them M and D. M and D are nerdy teenage boys that spazz about Death Grips, comics, just nerdy shit. And talk about the occasional cute girl. M is really into a mutual of mines and I find it cute how head over heels he is lol. I picked up a bagel to enjoy not knowing that these 2 were gonna drag me to a Chick fil-A once again. Ordered a chicken sandwich combo alongside with that bagel (felt fat but ehh I skipped breakfast) . The whole lunch consisted of M and D shit talking a guy who latched onto them awkwardly and how D is infertile. Hearing about a hernia messing up a testicle isn't the most appealing thing to hear while you're eating lol

Foundation class was uneventful. Despite my focus being photography, I still have to draw from time to time. We practiced perspective and drew some still lifes. Doodled a little bit as well but I doubt that I'll show them here unless requested I guess.

The ride back home wasn't bad either, nothing that stood out to me in the subway. To be honest, I was daydreaming about the date I have tomorrow with my boyfriend. It's weird to think about how we've been together for over a year now and I still laugh and giggle like a teenage girl. In this blog I'll call the boyfriend E. I still listen to the playlists E made when before we even got together and I never skip the songs either. With stress from work and life, I feel like I deserve the bagel and I deserve the first time trip to Olive Garden with E.

With E actually going to uni, I feel like I am behind in school compared to him. I often diminish my major because he's studying in STEM. But no matter how low I think of myself, he seems to remind me that I'm just as capable as him. It doesn't matter that I'm majoring in Studio Arts and he's a STEM student. And it doesn't matter that he's attending a well respected University while I'm attending the local community college. We both are gaining education and becoming first generation college students . Hell we both are first gen high school graduates. With E, I feel like I can accomplish so much with him and not against him. (Imma stop before I get too emotional lol)

I got some work done, hopefully by tomorrow my weekend will be cleared. I'mma shower, shave even and count the hours till I get to see my bf again<<33

Good night to whoever read it all, you a real one lol

Here's the bagel with the Chick fil-A in the background lol

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song of the day btw

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a-heart-like-a-sparrow · 1 year ago

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December 18th, 2023 - Just a lot of rain

────────────────────────────── Woke up at 11 AM Finally had breakfast It's been raining a lot ──────────────────────────────

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

Hey, how's it going?

Everything's been fine here despite the rain. It was raining non-stop in the morning, but now it's calm.

I got out again! Just for a few minutes, to make some company for my mom. She was pissed off by the electricity. I get it. This morning was quite stressful...

I took some candy from the shop, too. There's this thing called "Jungle Stick" in Spanish. I don't even know what flavour it is; it has strawberry ans something white. But it has info about animals! It's adorable. It's the closest I have from a cigarette lmao

I actually don't like cigarettes at all. Not only for health reasons, but everything reasons. The smell... ugh, horrible, no, fuck it. If you're smoking, at least don't do it in front of me.

Nothing else really happened. I took a shower -finally- and found a notebook I didn't really use before. It has a leather cover and just one page used to write a really, TREMENDOUSLY cringy text. I'm not even gonna show it, I've already erased it. Ugh, it was so bad. Dude, it wasn't that deep. womp womp, you moron.

Oh, but I slept earlier!

At 3AM. I think. But it was fine. I had a weird dream again. I think it was a part 2 of a dream I had a long time ago. It happens sometimes, sequels of my own dreams.

I don't know what to do with the notebook. I could do one of those journals that people show on TikTok, with all the squares and doodles. Or just write very unhinged notes, even though I already do it in another one. I don't wanna draw on it because of the lines. Idk, I'll think about it later.

I always say that and then I DON'T think about lt.

I'm pretty tired. I'll try sleeping even earlier. The idea is to fix my sleep time and then my wake up time. That's why I write the time I woke up in the day - keep in mind that it's the time I woke up AND got up, I could've woken up before.

I hope y'all rest well tonight. Bye-bye..

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

#fragile cosmos #fragile posts #fucked up #as always tbh #i'll get better #i guess #i like rain #actually #its good

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jade-owaowa · 1 year ago

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2:56/2

By Jade Arnett

10 PM

Thank God for the notes app on my phone, I'm about to make extensive use of it tonight. This will be a chronicle of everything that happens tonight. The reason I want to document everything is that I no longer feel safe in my own home. Last night….. I had a run-in with something awful. I can’t go back to my house. My wrists are bloodied and bruised and my lungs feel like they’ve been filled with blood. I am currently on the bus to get to my best friend, Wynn. I will update this once I get the chance.

11 PM

I have been at Wynn’s for around an hour. She changed the bandages on my arm and got me some cough medicine. I don’t want to tell her what I saw, she’ll think I’m crazy or something.

12 AM

She’s pressuring me to tell her what happened.

12:30 AM

I finally am giving in and telling her over Waffle House. I just hope she believes me

12:40 AM

I’m riding shotgun in Wynn’s car. As I write this, my darkness is on low, and I'm holding my phone at an angle. I looked in the rearview mirror and I felt…..his…. Presence.

12:50 AM

We’re here, we were greeted by a waitress who seemed rather friendly, she kind of looked like my mom a bit.

1:00 AM

“Creeeeeeeekkkkkk” my imitation of that old monster we called a house was spot-on.

“The floorboards were horrifically noisy and woke me up every night at 2:56 a.m. I would hear the heavy thud of boots stomping down on the old wooden floor.”

“Did you ever see anyone?”

“Stop rushing my story, Jesus.”

I took a sip of my black coffee. Me and Wynn were enjoying our meal at Waffle House. was 1 a.m. now, and we were just sitting and talking.

“My body would immediately sit up. Once I was jolted awake I would smell the same putrid smell of gasoline and rotting meat. The footsteps usually went away….”

I paused for a second, trying to collect my thoughts.

“But this time….. this time was different.”

Knock………Knock……..Knock

“I flinched at the three heavy-handed knocks, each one louder than the last. At this point, the smell had gotten so bad I had to cover my nose with my bed sheets.”

“Wait, do you mean those dino ones?”

“Wynn shut the fuck up.”

Wynn laughed a little at the idea that I still had dinosaur bed sheets at the age of 18.

“Yes, and I am proud of it, so stop laughing,” I said in a semi-annoyed tone.

“Anyways, let me go for five fucking minutes without interrupting me, it's already 1:30 am now.”

“Fine fine fine, continue your bullshit ghost story.”

“Thank you. The room was pitch black other than my door. I aimed my neon blue alarm clock straight at that damn door. Nothing was getting in or out without my knowledge. If I said that I wasn’t scared of the dark, I’d be lying right through my goddamn teeth. Even with the clock, it felt that there was less light than normal. It seemed as if the darkness was fighting the light and prevailing. Then I saw it. The doorknob began to shake and shake and shake until it seemed like it was going to fly off of the door.”

I paused and took another gulp of my coffee. It had turned lukewarm over time.

1:45 AM

“Do you think it was your grandfather just going to piss or some shit?”

“Hell no, I could hear that motherfucker snoring like his life depended on it.”

Wynn started snorting like a pig.

2:00 AM

“Hey, it’s already 2 am.”

“I'll try to wrap up soon. The door was locked, so whoever - or whatever - couldn’t get in. Then I heard it speak.

‘Da………..bria’

“I knew who it was immediately, I believe that the thing coming to visit me……”

“Yes?”

“Was my father.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

The problem with my father coming to visit me every night is quite simple. He’s been dead for nine years. He died in the very house that I was staying at.

“I know, but it wasn’t him….. it was something……. malicious. Its hoarse voice didn’t sound human. It felt like a cheap imitation.”

“What, do you think it was a spooooookyyy ghooooost or something?”

I was right, she didn’t believe me.

“I'm not sure, But what I do know is that it wants me dead. Immediately after it called out my name, I became light-headed and felt like I was going to pass out. I began coughing up blood and old scars on my wrists began to open up. Blood was soon flowing from me like water. I fell on the floor and heard the thing scream louder and louder.”

“OPEN OPEN UP UP OPEN NOW OPEN OPEN OPEN.”

This thing was definitely not human

“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled at the thing, expecting an answer for God knows what reason.

“COME YOUR TIME TIME YOUR COME YOUR TIME COME.”

The broken English in the imitated tone of my dad sent shivers down my spine.

“I crawled my way to that door and pressed my body against it so that it didn’t get in.”

I glanced at the clock, now reading 2:45.

2:45 AM

“I stayed holding that door until the morning. When I finally opened the door, there were bloody footprints leading from my dad’s old room in the basement to my room. I haven’t been back at the house since.

“ When was this?”

“Last night.”

“Jesus Christ Dabria, you didn’t get high did you?”

“ No, I was completely sober.”

“So you called me because you didn’t want to sleep there again?”

“Yeah, I don’t feel comfortable at all there anymore. My dad didn’t visit me last night, and I don't care to figure out who did.”

“Well. let me use the bathroom then we can leave here and go to my place.”

“Okay.”

I sat and gulped the last bit of my coffee. There was something strange; it was oddly empty, even for almost 3 a.m. at a Waffle House. The waitress was no longer in the restaurant so I assumed she left for the evening. I ignored it though, and finished writing this in my notes as I wanted to document this conversation. I will keep updating it.

2:56 AM

Tap tap tap

I froze. I saw it. The time on the clock read 2:56 a.m. That Thing was not my father. It gave me a smile and a wave. This is goodbye, I think.

3:00 AM

I am hiding in the bathroom, Wynn is dead and I have a knife in my hand.

3:15 AM

He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming

3:30 AM

I can’t keep doing this, maybe I should just go out and accept my fate.

Day 2

I'm starting to go insane.

Day 3

I'm so thirsty.

Day ??

I don't know what day it is, I'm so hungry I have begun to eat Wynn.

Day ???

I think this is it, my strength is gone, I am out of food and the tap in the sink doesn’t work anymore. I’m going to let him in, I love my father I love him I love him I love him I love him I lo-

Battery depleted

“What the fuck… chief, come here a minute.”

“What’s up lieutenant…. Oh my god…”

“There's…. so much blood.”

“Dispatch…. this is unit 212…. send a coroner and an EMT asap to 1440 Arroyo Lane.”

“Copy.”

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to throw up.”

“Jesus, murder-suicides are always the worst.”

“What do you think the motive was?”

“Who knows.”

“ Three people dead, damn you think people would have found them by now.”

“Unit 212 this is dispatch, what are the descriptions of the bodies.”

“One female with heavy lacerations on her wrists, a fatal stab wound in her stomach, and dried blood on the corners of her mouth. She has black hair, blue eyes, and a slender build. The next one appears to be a middle-aged waitress with lacerations to her neck. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a medium to stocky build. Last is another female. She has Black hair as well, with brown eyes and a medium build.”

“Copy.”

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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1/14/23

Today was pretty relaxed. But just... off. And considering it was a Friday the 13th, I'm not that surprised.

I tried to get this suction cup rack put in in my shower, and it worked really well. Until like an hour later when I heard a huge crash from upstairs when it fell into the bathtub. That really frustrated me, I've had a lot going wrong for me lately and I was pretty excited to actually make a difficult thing work, and then it just... literally fell apart.

On the flip side, I got a master task list put together on my PC, so that's good.

I woke up really early because I was too hot and couldn't get back to sleep. It was snowing, it was really beautiful. I decided to keep going with Rimworld, it was pretty fun.

I sorted the tumbled stones a bit, they're nearly all ready for the next stage, I'm just putting the big ones back in for a day or two to let them shape a bit more.

I pulled up my Instacart order from Michaels last night and finalized it. After the whole shower debacle, I said fuck it and ordered. The woman took like... over an hour to shop for shit and fucked up two things on my list. I don't know what happened, I wish she like messaged me or something, because the primary reason I placed that order - pushpins - guess what. She fucking replaced them with thumbtacks and didn't tell me. The same wordage mistake that I made for over a decade. It was like some sick divine joke.

So... I'm gonna have to just suck it up and go for a drive tomorrow. Which means digging my car out, but it's better to do that before the snow melts and ices to the windshield than after.

But hey, check this out, I got some work done on my hoodie. Haven't worked on that in a while. So, that was good! And since I'm taking a trip, I'm thinking I might go to the pharmacy and see if I can find a bleach pen in addition to these pushpins. Ugh. I swear, look at this damn situation and how it played out.

Start - The best tool I have used to help with executive functioning is my whiteboard. So, in order to help unfuck my life and feel a better sense of orientation and accomplishment in my isolation, I really need to get it up and running.

Plan - Get something to mount the whiteboard on the wall.

Steps - Compare hanging materials. I leaned towards Command strips so I didn't put holes in the walls and... I don't have pushpins, even though I know they work. Turns out the whiteboard frame is too big to use the Command strips I have.

New plan - Order pushpins. Place order, wait 2 hours for delivery. No pushpins.

New-new plan - Say fuck it and drive somewhere tomorrow.

Like... this shit costs $2.50. And I can't fucking get my hands on them. It's driving me crazy.

Okay, I'm gonna level here, as I'm sure it's a bit noticeable in my stripped down writing tonight. I'm fucking exhausted. And now a bit more pissed off about just... stupid simple stuff going wrong.

Silver lining? I started to do research on good luck and good fortune symbols. I have a bunch of sigils and glyphs and shit around to ward off bad spirits and whatnot, but nothing to invite good luck and good fortune. I am... really unlucky. So, honestly, worst case scenario is these good luck charms or whatever are a bunch of crap and don't do anything. Big fucking loss, who cares. Oh no, I spent a bunch of time making cool art that doesn't have magical powers, oh noooo... And if it does somehow inspire good luck? Hell of a bonus. I'll roll the dice on that shit, fuck it.

Sleep time. Zzzzzz.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of thoughts #stream of consciousness

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey. So surprised to see all the love. It will take some time for more postings. But I am working on it. I will try to release as much as I can. I'm writing as soon as stuff comes to me. It's a bit difficult because I'm not the best writer. Just as a warning this story will be super long. Also, I keep the summary short because I don't want to give too much away. So hopefully you guys will love it. Thanks again.

Warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, and body insecurities, cursing, arguing. Not proof read and no word count. Using my phone.

Summary: Eddie gets you sick and man does it really pisses you off.

Part 2: Redemption

You woke up so tired the next morning. You felt for your friend. But he wasn't there. You opened your eyes and he was no where insight. While sitting up you noticed that the door slightly ajar.

You got up and walked to the mirror hanging on the back of the door. Noticing right away your eyes red and puffy. Cheeks stained with tear trails. Then you turned to look at the side that was hurt. Pressing your fingertips ever so slightly to the bruise. It still hurting but your heart hurt more. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Letting out a slow sigh.

That's when you heard voices coming from down stairs. You slowly went down and overheard your dad and Eddie.

"You need to talk to her." Eddie spoke calmly but stern. " You need to apologize. You have to make things right with her."

"I - I just.... What can I say? She won't forgive me...I wish I can take it back." Dad whimpered.

" I don't care what you say sir. All I care about is y/n. And that she's safe." Eddie paused for a second. " I'm sorry sir for being blunt. But if you lay another finger on her. I swear to God it will be the last time you do."

Eddie's words shocked you. You quickly brought your hand up to cover the small gasp you let out. Thankfully they didn't hear you.

Your dad sighed. " I understand. I promise I won't touch her again...I know I haven't been the best father."

Eddie scoffed.

" Okay. Not much of a father at all. But thank you. Thank you for being there for her. I know you would do anything for her and I appreciate you sticking up for her."

Eddie sighed. " She's my best friend. And I will protect her. Even if that means protecting her from you."

The silence after that was scary. The tension was so thick and almost unbearable. But you had to do something so that they wouldn't come to blows. So you decided to stop the conversation before it got worse.

You faked a smile and walked into the kitchen. "Morning."

Both Eddie and your father looked at you. You could tell your dad had been crying too.

Eddie stood up. "I'm gonna head out. Let you two talk."

He walked by you and grabbed your hand. Squeezing it gently. You looked at him and saw the sympathy in his eyes.

"You'll be alright, call me later ok?"

You nodded and he left.

" Honey..." Your father said low. Bringing his elbows to the table and burying his face in his hands. " I'm so sorry honey." He sniffled.

You sat down across from him and felt tears forming in the corner of your eyes. " Dad... You need help."

When Eddie left he hung around for a little bit. Just to make sure that you would really be okay. He stood near the front door. Listen for anything.

For the longest time he had wanted to say something to your dad. Every time you came to him crying. Or when you were afraid to go home. All he wanted to do was make sure that you always had someone there for you. To make sure you were safe. But he held his tongue.

Not this time. And never again. You would never understand how truly important you were to him. You came into his life at a crucial time. When he was so young and full of anger.

In fact the day you showed up to school, he was having a really bad day. From his dad getting sentenced to 10 years in prison. To getting pushed around in the hallway just moments before he walked into the cafeteria.

You were his very first damsel in distress. And though you would say he saved you that day. You actually saved him from himself. For that he would forever be grateful for you and the friendship. He cared for you. And he wanted to be the one person on this earth to not hurt you.

That's why he couldn't tell you his secret.

...

You felt better about what happened last night. After the 3 hour conversation you had with your dad.

Praying that he would follow through on his promises. But only time will tell.

Later in the afternoon you went to your good friend Nancy Wheeler's house. In hopes she would have some extra foundation to cover your bruise.

Your shift at Family Video was starting soon. And you really didn't feel like answering the questions Robin or Steve would have for you when you got there.

You biked the 2 miles to the Wheeler's in a decent amount of time. Hoping to burn enough calories so that you can have more than a salad for lunch.

The thought reminded you of the time Eddie had pointed at your meal one day. " That there is what food eats."

You smiled to yourself at the memory. He always tried to get you to quit whatever diet you were on that week. Saying the sweetest things to you about how beautiful you were. And how any guy would be lucky to have you.

Then you thought about why he couldn't be the guy.

You pulled into the Wheeler's driveway and hopped off. Setting the bike against the garage. After, you rang the bell. The door was immediately answered by Mike. The newest addition to the Hellfire.

"Hey y/n. Surprised to see you."

" Hey Mike. Is um Nancy home?"

" Yeah." He then screamed "NANCY! YOU GOT COMPANY."

Your eyes widen. Jesus H!

He looked back at you. "Come in."

You stepped in through the door and heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey y/n. How- " Nancy started but cut off and froze at the second to last step. " What happened?"

Her brows were pinched together and she tilted her head to see your face better.

"Nance, uh can I talk to you in private for a sec?" You asked, turning your head so that Mike couldn't see the bruise.

" Y-yeah, uh come up." She said with a thin lip smile. Clearly worried about the mark on your cheek.

You looked around Nancy's room and admired the pictures hanging around her mirror. You saw one with a freckled red head girl.

Barb. You thought. Remembering when she died. Nancy was never the same after that. You guys hung out less and less after that.

All three of you guys became friends when you decided to join the schools paper in 11th grade. You knew that it would look good on college applications. Need something other than the Hellfire Club on your extracurriculars.

The small segment you had talked about upcoming events in Hawkins.

Nancy and Barb were the only ones who welcomed you to the paper. But Nancy was the one you were cloest to. She had warned you about Fred Benson. He was this seriously up tight bossy kid who was in charge. Kinda mean you thought but he mostly didn't speak to you.

" y/n?"

You turned to the worried Nancy and filled her in on what happened. Without mentioning too much about how you had fallen in love with one Eddie Munson.

She then apologized and gave you a hug. " You ok?"

You nodded, assuring her that you really were.

" I umm need something to cover this up." You pulled away and pointing at your cheek." I was wondering if you could help me?"

" Yeah! Uhh hold on a sec." She moved to the dresser and looking for foundation. " Here you go. You can keep it."

You took the small powder tin. " Thanks Nance."

You gave her a little smile and she returned it with the worry in her eyes.

You could almost hear her asking if you wanted to stay with her.

" It's ok Nance. I promise."

She nodded. But still looked scared for you. So you decided to distract her.

"Hey you busy tonight?" You asked.

" Uh no. Why? What's up?"

You grinned. " I was wondering if you wanted to hang out and watch a movie? I umm could really use the girl time."

"No plans with Eddie?"

"Yeah but...I kinda just want to stay in you know?"

" Well yeah sure. Just nothing scary please." Her voice sounded a little more upbeat.

" Ok sounds like a plan. Uhh say 8?"

" I'll bring the popcorn." She said through a smile.

...

Your shift at the video store went slow as hell. The 4 hours you spent there was filled with Robin and Steve arguing on who's turn it was to pick the next movie.

Also, the customers were extra stupid today. Asking if you knew what this one movie's called with that thing. Making you absolutely annoyed to the fullest. Especially when they asked " Hey do you have that one movie with that one guy in that other movie?"

Like WHAT? !

"I'm sorry umm can you explain a little more than that. Not sure exactly what you're looking for." you responded in your best customer service voice.

During your 10 minute break you broke the news to Eddie. He sounded upset but understood why.

Normally, you would go to the Hideout on Tuesday nights to watch Corroded Coffin or the Cast Outs. But lately Corroded Coffin had been getting more stage time. Which was very exciting.

So on Saturdays after a set, you would stay with Eddie at his trailer. Getting high and watching movies. Or listening to music while having some deep conversation about an existential crisis either one of you were having until Eddie would pass out. He always fell asleep before you.

But tonight. You really did need the girl time.

...

"Oh geez! Jake is gorgeous." Nancy swooned over the good looking jock in Sixteen Candles. " Right?"

"Uh not my type." You replied, tossing popcorn in your mouth.

"Not your type?! Hot isn't your type?" She sounded almost offended.

" Uh well you know. I like the more ... Edgier type. Not so clean cut."

She raised a brow. "Uh huh. The Munson type then."

You nervously laughed. " God no... More like Bender from The Breakfast Club."

" That's basically Munson y/n."

You shook your head and laughed a little. " No, no. Not Munson."

Between the conversations, painting each others nails, munching on some popcorn and diet pop you knew you were gonna regret tomorrow. The phone rang out of the blue making you looked at the clock.

It's almost midnight.

" Sorry Nance."

" It's okay. I'll pause it."

You got up and answered the phone. "Hello?"

When you heard what was going on you rolled your eyes. "Yeah I'll be right there."

You hung up the receiver and walked back into the living room. " Hey Nance. Could you give me a ride to the Hideout? Seems like Munson drank a little too much."

" Of course." She said standing up.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to cut the movie short."

She laughed. " Don't worry about it, the Munson type needs you."

You chuckled lightly. " Thanks."

You walked into the Hideout after waving Nancy goodbye.

" Hey Nick. Where is he?" You asked the bartender.

" THERE SHE IS!" Eddie shouted. "There's my girl."

You sighed. " Nick. Coffee please."

"Already on it Hun." Said the scary looking man with the longest beard you have ever seen. He might look intimidating but he was just a big ol' teddy bear.

Finally reaching your best friend, you put your hand on his lower back. " Hey bud. Ready to go home?"

" After this next round." Eddie slurred a little. Holding up a coffee mug. " Yooo hoo. Bar keep. Fill 'er up."

Damn Munson. Too much tonight.

You've been around Eddie countless times when he was like this. But, it made it so much hard to get him to listen to you. He was a stubborn drunk.

Nick filled his mug and you waited until he finished it. Hoping it would sober him up enough to get him in his van.

"Give me the keys Munson." You ordered, opening your hand to him.

" Nope, no." He said through a burp. He then stood up from the stool.

" You can't drive like this bud."

" Pfff baby... I... I can do anything."

If he wasn't so hammered, you would have smacked him upside the head for calling you that.

He then downed the rest of his coffee and started for the exit.

"Munson, give me the keys and I'll make you some cookies."

He stopped and turned around slowly. With glee in his beautiful brown eyes and a grin on his lips. You swore that guy could get away with murder. All he had to do was bat his long eyelashes and smile.

"Promise? Like promise promise?"

" I promise. Cross my heart-" and just before you could finish he interrupted you.

" And hope to die!" He chuckled. Tossing you the keys.

While turning around on his heel, he lost his balance for just a second and caught himself. " ONWARD!" He said, raising both arms above his head and pointed to the door.

You hung your head and pinched the bridge of your nose.

God you're cute.

Once outside, you walked to the van. Eddie then decided to rush to open the drivers side door. Pushing you to the side. "Nope. Allow me. M'lady."

You couldn't help but smile." Good sir."

You climbed in and he closed the door.

You adjusted the steering wheel and watched him walk around the front of the van. And boom. He fell.

You leaned forward gripping the steering wheel looking for him. " Oh shit! Munson!"

He immediately jumped right back up and pointed at the ground. "Hey who put that rock there?"

You laughed so hard your stomach cramp.

He looked at you and laughed too while he cleaned himself off. " I'm alright best friend. Thanks for asking."

You laughed even harder and motioned him to get in. With a little hop in his step he got in.

...

Eddie sobered during the drive. So much so that he decided to roll a joint while you made him cookies. You always left the ingredients for them in his trailer. Just in case you guys ever got the munchies and he requested them.

The timer went off and his head shot up at the sound.

"They just need a few minutes to cool. Okay?" You laughed, while cleaning the mess you just made.

Eddie pouted as he lit up the joint.

He then started to hum a little tune.

You smiled. Hold the line by Toto.

You ended up working on all the dishes that were left in the sink. Singing to yourself with him. About half way through he came and leaned up against the kitchen counter. Holding out the joint for you.

"I can't my hands are wet."

He then moved closer to you and held it to your lips. You took a moment to think about how his fingers would touch your lips. The thought made your tummy do a back flip.

You inhaled and held the smoke until your lungs burned. You blew the smoke upwards and turned to gaze over to Eddie. He was having a stare contest with the cookies on the stove.

You lightly chuckled and looked back and down at the dishes." Go ahead bud."

He practically skipped to the oven. "mmm how do you get them to so soft?" He asked, while shoving an entire cookie in his mouth.

"Oh a little of this and a little of that."

He narrowed his eyes at you. " Fine. Keep your secrets."

You glanced at him for a second and saw him take another bite. Both of his cheeks filled. Making him look like a super cute chipmunk.

He then picking up another cookie and put out the joint.

" Here." He offered.

" I'm good bud. Those are for you."

" Nope you gotta have one. They're the best." He said while moving towards you. Holding it up to your mouth.

You move your head away, already feeling the joint kick in. "I'm ok Munson. Let me finish these up."

He moved closer. "Open up for the choo choo train."

You took a step back from the sink, dropping water on the floor.

Eddie wasn't paying attention when he followed after you.

"Oh common y/n- OH SH-"

He slipped and fell forward onto you. Both ended up on the floor. His full weight nearly knocked out your wind. You took a second to realize what just happened. He was now hovering over you practically straddling one of your thighs.

Then a case of the giggles hit you both.

"See you should have just ate the damn cookie." He said while leaning his lower half on yours. "You okay?"

" Y-yeah." You gasped while your face turned red from laughing so much.

Still with the cookie in his hand, he shook his head at you then popped it into his mouth.

Your guy's laughter faded.

He stared down at you and started lightly stroking your hair.

You raised your hand to tuck his behind his ear. Afterwards, you smile. You always wanted to do that.

A moment passed and you noticed him staring at your lips. But before you could actually process what he was about to do, he lowered his face to yours. Leaving a sloppy wet kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widen at the act. And even more so when he cupped your face and kissed harder. He then mumbled something that sounded like he said how soft your lips were.

When he let up, he rested his forehead on your collarbone.

You bit your lip, tasting the cinnamon sugar and weed he left on them. Making your heart race so fast that you thought it was gonna explode. He then sighed and rolled off. Laying next to you.

You laid there quietly for a minute to collect your thoughts.

Why did he do that? Like it isn't hard enough being in love with him. He goes and does something like that.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the small snores he suddenly was making.

" Munson?" You whispered." Common wake up. Go to bed." You nudged him. Feeling his chest rise up and down under your palm.

"Munson?" You repeated.

"shhhh I'm sleeping." He mummers.

"Edward get up and go to bed."

He sat up so quick at sound of his name. "alright alright! Geez I'm goin'."

You watched as he got up and headed to his room. He grunted as he flopped down on mattress.

You got up and finished the dishes with your thoughts screaming at you.

Once you were done you went to check on him.

He was laying flat on his stomach. You grabbed the blanket at his feet and pulled it over him. Wishing you could climb in with him. However, you thought that would be too much for you to handle right now. So you made the choice to sleep in uncle Wayne's spot on the couch. You kicked off your shoes and laid down. Pulling the couch throw blanket over you.

There was a question that seemed to haunt you until you finally fell asleep.

We had a moment. Right?

Your dreams were merciless that night.

...

The Sunday morning sun shinned right in your eyes.

Ugh!

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. After giving yourself a minute to wake up, you folded the blanket and put it back from where you got it. Then you went to make breakfast for Eddie and Wayne. First checking in on the butt head of your relentless dreams.

Still sound asleep. When did you take off your clothes?

You blushed when you saw him in just boxers. Curious eyes running over his body. Admiring his tattoos. Also taking in his pecks and flat tummy. Even his little happy trail. It was like you had never seen him without a shirt before.

"Alright perv." You said to yourself. "Gawking at your half naked friend isn't creepy at all."

You closed the bedroom door and returned to the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, you pulled out a carton of eggs and some bacon.

Making breakfast for the Munson's on Sunday mornings was always the highlight of your weekend.

Standing at the stove you began humming Renegade by Styx and began to work.

You wrapped up the finished plates in tin foil and worked on cleaning up. That's when Wayne walked through the front door.

You smiled at him. "Morning Mr. Munson."

" Morning sweetheart. Smells good." He said, sounding exhausted. But you could hear him try to be a little perky for you.

You looked so tired.

"Working doubles again?" You asked.

He walked over to the dining table, taking a seat and setting down his lunch pail on the floor. You grabbed his plate and a fork and set it in front of him.

"Thanks sweetie." he sighed. " Yup. Looks like it for the foreseeable future."

You grab the syrup for the pancakes you made last minute, and 2 glasses of orange juice. Setting it down at the table. Then you sat across from him. Grabbing a banana from the bundle that was resting on the counter behind you.

" I'm sorry Mr. Munson."

You sat there looking to his face. Seeing all the wrinkles and gray hair. You felt bad for Eddie's uncle. He worked so damn hard for himself and Eddie. He busts his ass to make money for a company that pay him barely enough to keep food on the table.

You thought about Eddie dealing to help out as well. You didn't care for it but you always told him. Do what you gotta do.

You watched as Wayne ate slowly. You were just about to say something but Eddie came walking in.

" You know people are trying to sleep here right?" He groaned while pouring a cup of coffee.

You move your attention from Wayne to him. Still no shirt but he had put on some grey sweatpants that hung loosely from his narrowed hips. As he moved to the other side of the counter next to you, he placed his breakfast down and hopped up onto the counter. You caught a glimpse of his package bouncing as he jumped.

You averted your eyes. Dear God!

"Morning son." Wayne said. " You plan on giving y/n a ride home anytime soon?" He looked at you. " Not saying you can't stay. But you know how rowdy my nephew gets when you're here. And I do plan on sleeping today."

You smiled. Loving the way Eddie got all bothered because of you.

Without saying anything Eddie nodded while shoveling eggs into his mouth, taking a sip of coffee afterwards.

" Alright. Get her home safe. "Wayne sighed and got up from his seat. " I'm gonna shower and hit the hay." He came over to you and kissed the top of your head. " Thank you for breakfast sweetheart. Don't let my nephew get into any trouble."

" I'll do my best sir."

He smiled. " If anyone can. It's you."

You grinned. That's where Eddie gets his kindness from.

Wayne then placed the dirty dishes in the sink and headed to the shower.

You sat patiently while Eddie finished his food too. You began peeling your banana and heard him clear his throat. You look up. While taking another sip of coffee he looked at you and raised one of his eyebrows.

" Seriously Munson? It's too early for your shit."

He chuckled while you shook your head.

He hurried and finished his breakfast. After putting his dishes away, he went to grab a shirt. You threw your peel away and grabbed your purse. Just then Wayne came out while you and Eddie were heading for the door.

You looked over. " Good night Mr. Munson."

" Good night sweetheart." He responded.

" Hey! How come he can call you by a nickname?" Eddie questioned. Turning around to face you and pointing towards his uncle.

" Because Munson. I actually like him." You said, while pushing him out the trailer. You waved to Wayne while he let out an exhausted laugh.

...

The car ride felt so long. You smiled and laughed listening to Eddie singing along to Master of Puppets. Every once in a while doing an air solo on his imaginary guitar.

As the song came to a close. You reach to turn down the volume.

" Hey did you ever finish learning that solo?"

"Nope." He sighed. " I keep messing up the riff."

" That's ok. You will get it eventually." You said beaming a smile at him. Making him grin back.

He pulled up into the driveway and put the van in park. You both sat in silence. It being quite deafening. You reach for the door handle when he began to talk.

" y/n? Uhh..."

You look back at your best friend.

"Y/n. Did I-" He cut off. Looking for the right way to ask you.

A few seconds passed

" Words Munson." You teased.

" Uh right." He let out an awkward chuckle. " Did-did I kiss you last night? Because I ummm. Either I did or I had the most vivid dream."

His question sent heat through your entire body. You anticipated this conversation. But, not so soon. Not right now.

Your hands drop into your lap. You couldn't look at him or say anything. You just played with your fingers. Anxiety creeping up on you like some type of monster. You closed your eyes and bit your lip to hold the beast back. Then you felt him burning a hole on the side of your face.

" SHIT! I did huh?"

All you could do was nod.

" Fuck y/n! I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

You could hear how apologetic he was. He really didn't mean to kiss you. Along with nervousness, sadness decided to join the party.

Eddie felt truly terrible about the kiss. But he felt even worse for making you anxious. So he placed his big callused hand over yours.

The touch of his skin on yours made how you were feeling a little less intense.

" It's ok." You said just above a whisper. Staring at his rings. " It uh it was nice."

You looked up at him.

Those fucking eyes. I seriously hate his eyes. Makes me feel like agreeing to anything.

You half smiled. " It really was a nice first kiss. It was sweet." You lightly laughed. " Literally."

Eddie's expression turned from worried that he fucked up to shock.

" Okay hold on. What?! First kiss?!"

The words brought back the anxiety.

Shit!

" That was your first kiss? Wait wait wait. What about Scotty? That one time you guys did the 7 minutes in heaven thing?"

" Try an eternity in hell." You scoffed " We just sat in the closet staring at the door."

"Really? You looked... Well you looked like you had."

" It was 98 degrees that day Munson. Locked in a small closet for 7 minutes. Ugh I'm sure if I had balls, I would have sweated them off."

You both let out a half hearted laugh then sat for a few moments.

He tilted his head a little. "So... Just nice huh?"

You nodded. " It was a little sloppy but hey at least you tasted good."

You immediately shut your mouth. Shit! That doesn't sound weird at all.

" I uh mean you had a mouth full of cookie. So you tasted like cinnamon."

"Ohhh. Okay. I was gonna say. Did we do more than kiss?"

" No. No. Nope. Just the one kiss."

Good save. You sighed to yourself.

Eddie nodded and lifted his hand to the back of his neck to rub it. Now you knew he was getting nervous.

" Was that really your first kiss?"

" Yes Munson." You said a little irritated.

"Well shit y/n! I can't let that be your first kiss."

You jerked your head back. " Uhh what?"

"Nice! Just nice!"

" Again Munson. What?"

" Y/n c'mon. Your first kiss should be... Something. It should be better than just nice."

You knew what he was gonna say. Even though you really wanted to. You said a silent prayer to the universe that he would just let it go.

" We gotta do it again." He suggested.

Guess not.

"Uh that's gonna be a no bud." You said, trying to play the part. " One's enough. Thanks though."

" Oh c'mon sweetie." He teased.

You finally turned to him and raised your hand to smack his arm. But before you could he grabbed your wrist.

" Seriously y/n." He said in his let's be serious right now tone. "Let me make it up to you. Let me redeem myself. I can't have my best friend thinking I'm a sloppy kisser."

Why do you care what I think about how you kiss?

" Umm. How about no Munson."

He let go of your wrist.

"Y/n if I can't redo this, my reputation will go down the drain...Eddie 'the freak' Munson is a nice kisser. NICE!"

" Hey! What did I say about calling yourself that? You're not a freak Munson. A butthead maybe. Overly dramatic? Definitely. But you are not a freak. Do you honestly think I would be friends with a freak?"

He sunk back in the seat. "Well no. But then again, are we really friends if you won't let me fix this?"

Your eyes met again. He stared at you with pleading puppy dog eyes. Pouting his bottom lip.

"Fuck! Alright Munson." You agreed while climbing out of his rust bucket.

Eddie raised his arms in victory but his hands hit the roof of the van. " Shit! Ouch." He wailed while rubbing his hands together in effort to ease the pain.

"See you tonight?" He called out the window while you made your way into your home.

" Call before you come over."

" Will do." He shouted over his engine roaring. " Love you baby."

You narrowed your eyes at him and gave him the bird. He left cracking up knowing he was getting under your skin.

You rolled your eyes and smiled.

Love you too.

"Hey honey. Where you've been?" Your dad asked looking up from the TV in your direction.

" Hi dad." You said closing the door. "I'm just getting back from the Munson's."

" Oh. You stayed the night again? I thought you and Nancy were having a girl's night." your Dad asked returned his attention to the TV.

"Yeah. But things came up."

"How did Eddie's boyfriend feel about you staying over all the time?"

Your head snapped towards him. " Uh what?"

" I hope he doesn't get to jealous that Eddie has a girl spending the night so often. Especially since you probably share a bed."

"Dad...Eddie doesn't have a boyfriend."

"No? Huh? Well don't worry honey. A good looking boy like that won't stay single for long. Especially now that he's added that bandana to his wardrobe."

Completely dumbfounded, you tried to comprehend what your father just said. Your dad thinks your best friend is gay.

Holy shit.

You ran your index and middle finger across your brows. Touching your cheek with the bruise. Drawn your hand back at the soreness. For just a moment you forgot.

You pushed those feelings away and was bombarded with new ones. Ones that were overwhelming you more and more each second that passed.

Kissing Eddie.... Again. Well this is gonna hurt like a bitch. When did my life become a fuckin' soap opera?

...

While listening to Queens album A Night at the Opera, you tried you best to work on your homework. But the thought of Eddie's full lips all soft and moist kept you from focusing.

Common girl. Get your shit together.

Your foot bouncing up and down. Shaking the desk.

Nope. We can't. I can't. It's just gonna break my heart. He wouldn't want to be seen hand in hand with some beached whale. He would never see me more than a friend.

You let those thoughts hurt you a little more for a minute. You then looked at the time.

7:30. Shit, the day went too fast.

Not sure what time Eddie would call, you figured you had time to shower. You made up your mind. It wasn't gonna happen. You weren't gonna let Eddie go through with it.

You grabbed your PJs that consist of a long sleeved button up green and black flannel that came down just above your knees and white cotton panties with a small green bow in the front.

All the while reassured yourself that it was the right move and went to shower. Wallowing until you heard the scratch of the album ending.

You hurried and dried off. Then got dressed. When you walked in you saw Eddie flipping the record over.

You jumped up in shock with your wrapped up hair becoming slight loose.

" Jesus H. Christ Munson!"

Eddie held up his hands so that he could show you he wasn't a threat. " Your pops let me in."

" You were suppose to call."

" Uh damn....yeah I forgot." He shrugged. " Sorry."

It was in this moment you realized your thick legs were showing. He had never seen you like this. No bra and half naked. The thought made you feel disgusted with yourself.

Eddie quickly turned around at the full sight of you. " Crap! Sorry y/n."

You move to your dresser and pulled out some leggings. Hurrying into them.

"Decent?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.

" Y-yeah." You stuttered.

The record began to play. And of course it would be playing 'Your My Best Friend' Why wouldn't the universe make you the butt of it's cruel joke?

Not cool man.

Eddie began his approach. To be completely honest. He was so damn nervous about this. All day he was running how he was going to kiss you. It had to be perfect. You deserved the perfect kiss. Out of everyone he knew, you were on the short list of most important people. So no matter what, he had to make sure that this was absolutely flawless.

You put up your hand as soon and he got close enough for you to touch his chest.

With your heart nearly pounding out of your chest you sighed and walked past him to your bed. " Munson we can't. It will be...it's gonna be weird."

He watched you walk away from him. " It will only be weird if you make it weird." He said while tilting his head and smirking.

Wise words.

"We're friends bud. Friends don't make out."

He jerked his head back and furrowed his brow. " Who said we're gonna make out?"

You bit your lip not sure what to say.

" Listen, I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to y/n." He said, bending his knees so he could meet your eye level. " I was just trying to make up for giving you a shitty first kiss."

You were silent for a few moments.

Are you really considering this? Crap.

" Alright." You whispered. "But, we won't ever speak of this again."

He agree with a scouts honor.

You let out a long shaky breath. With Eddie closing the distance. Your breath quickened and your chest rose and fell faster and faster. You didn't dare look him in the eyes. Because you knew if you did, all he would have to do was ask and you would give him your virginity too.

He pulled at the towel that wrapped up your hair gently, taking it off. Your damp locks falling down your back. He moved one of his hands to tuck your hair behind your ear. Accidentally hitting your bruised cheek. You flinch slightly.

" Shit sorry." He whispered. Placing a small kiss on your cheek.

You felt flushed. And you really hoped that he couldn't tell how nervous you were. You could have died right there. How much you've longed for him to do this. Dream after dream. Finally a real kiss.

He spoke softly. " Pretty girl still so shy huh?"

He then put up his arm like he always did when you were about to smack him. But to his surprise you didn't.

"Y-you ok?" He stammered.

You nodded. Because you couldn't find the words.

" Use your words Y/n." He taunted.

Then they came. "Fuck Munson! Will you just kiss me already!?"

He gave you the biggest smirk you had ever seen. His rough hand lifting your chin to make you meet his gaze. He slowly bent down to meet your height. Just as his lips were about to touch yours. A giggle came up from your chest and out your mouth, right into his face.

He pulled back just a little and hung his head. Your laughter making him laugh too.

He shook off the laughter. " What's so funny chuckles?"

You forced yourself to calm down. "I'm sorry Munson...I just umm." You cleared your throat. " What do I do with my hands?"

The question made Eddie toss his head back and let out a throaty laugh.

You held back your need to join. Even though it was hard as hell.

He didn't say anything. He just grabbed your right hand placing it on his waist. The cold of his rings felt so good against your warm skin. He had stopped laughing now and grabbed your other arm to do the same thing.

Once he had your hands in place he moved his to your hip. You moved a little because you felt embarrassed from where he grabbed a love handle. But he dug his fingers in and pulled you closer. Bringing his other hand under your chin again.

"You sure?" He whispered again.

You closed your eyes and felt his hot breath against your lips.

" Y-yes."

You made a small whimper as his lips touched yours. His lips sent what felt like liquid fire through your veins. They were way softer than you remembered.

You couldn't help but move your hands up to the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. But even that wasn't enough. So you stood on your tippy toes. When you did that you felt him let go of your chin and cup the back of your head. It was like no matter how close you were he wanted to be closer. And God, was it so good.

You even forgot to breathe. You were holding your breath trying your best to follow the rhythm he had set for you two. He pulled at your hip so that your whole body was flush with his. In the process, you opened your mouth a bit more. In which he then slid his tongue in. Swirling it in your mouth. Teasing yours.

This was million times better than you imagined.

The kiss slowed and as he pulled away he bit your bottom lip lightly. Pulling it slightly and then releasing it. You sucked on it to savor the taste of him one last time before letting go and pressing your lips together. Finally able to breathe again.

Eddie stepped back holding onto your arms. He looked you over for a second and almost freaked out.

What the hell was that? He thought.

He then lowering himself to try and meet your gaze again.

When you finally opened your eyes you caught a glimpse of that the ugly hickey on his neck. Bringing you back to earth. You felt your heart breaking right then and there.

You dryly swallowed the lump that grew in your throat.

Play it cool y/n. Play it cool. You chanted to yourself.

" I think...I liked the first one more." You broke the silence and met his doe like eyes. Not knowing what else to say.

Eddie couldn't get his thoughts together so he did what he always did. He joked around. He took a step back and grabbed his heart like he was shot.

You both laughed and you did your best to blink away the tears that were forming.

"S-so?" He asked. No longer joking around.

" I uh ... can see why you get so many dates."

He smirked. "Aww shucks. Thanks princess."

You stepped towards him and smacked his arm.

"Ouch!" He joked. " There's my girl." He lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck.

You shook your head. Why are you nervous?

He cleared his throat. " See ya tomorrow?"

You faked a smile. " See you tomorrow bud."

He grinned at you before giving you a quick hug. He then turned to leave and just as he stepped out of your room you called after him.

" Hey Munson...My dad thinks you're gay."

He spun around. "WHAT!?"

You walked to him and just grinned. " Thought you should know. . . Kay bye."

You closed the door on your wide eyed friend.

After, you climbed into bed and turned off the light and sniffled a little.

Yup. It hurt.

Eddie stood there flabbergasted. He had no idea what to think.

First, he adjusted his chubby that was suddenly there. Secondly, that had to have been the best kiss he has ever had. And finally, he was most definitely not gay.

When he got to the van he just sat there for a minute going over the kiss again. The way you pulled him closer. The way you whimpered and how he wanted more. How he wanted to keep going. It was almost as if....

" Nah. Nope. The kiss was only good because I tried really hard."

He chuckled a little and took one last look at your window.

" Goodnight pretty girl."

...

The next few weeks went by so fast. All your free time was filled with AA meetings or picking up extra shifts so you could work on saving money for Christmas. November was just around the corner. Late start for you this year. Between school, writing and work. You spent a little less time with Eddie. Not enough for him to notice but even if he did you had a perfectly good explanation.

To be honest, you actually tried to avoid him. It was hard being around him. Especially, after the kiss. When you were with him, you would catch yourself staring at his lips. Or you would constantly daydream about kissing again. So it clearly had to stop. And the only way to get it to, was to create distance. Even if it was skipping lunch period to hide in the library. But then something happened.

You got sick.

You woke up on a Wednesday morning feeling so cold with a sore throat. You sat up in bed feeling super nauseous and when you stood up, your body ached so bad you could barely move.

What's going on?

Your dad took you to the doctor's office when you came down looking like death. When the nurse called you back you let him know he didn't have to come back with you. After all you were an adult.

You had him stop going in with you for a while now. Once he had gone in with you and the nurse asking about your last menstrual cycle. Also, if you were sexually active.

You and your father were so embarrassed, but ever since then you let him know that you would be fine without him. You were sure he was relieved when you said it.

On your way home you were so tired but very angry. You told your dad that you had a really bad case of the flu. And that the doctor said you can go back to school once you feel better.

After the first week you felt good enough to make it downstairs and throw yourself on the couch. Your dad shouted from the kitchen.

"Y/n? Is that you honey?"

"Who else would it be?" You groaned.

Ugh. Period starting soon. You're being a bitch.

You whined and wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket you came down with.

" Here you go." Your dad said while placing a bowl of soup in front of you.

You gave him a thin lip smile and started to eat. The warm broth soothing your incredibly sore throat.

" Eddie called again."

Your rolled your eyes and ignored him.

" Honey don't you think you should talk to him. It's been a week. He sounds real worried about you." He paused for a second. "S-so am I. Who has the flu for this long? Maybe you got strep throat or something?"

"Yeah maybe."

" Well do you need anything before I head to work?"

You shook your head. Dad patted your back and took off to start his day. You turned on the TV and laid down.

It wasn't long after when you heard pounding on the front door. A familiar voice shouting your name.

You open the door still dawning the blanket. Rage filled your eyes when you saw the guy who made you sick holding a bouquet of daisies and his signature grin. Of course.

"Hi."

You didn't even have a second thought before you lunged. Smacking his arm a total of two times. You originally swung four times but missed the first two because he dodge them.

"EDWARD. FUCKING. MUNSON!" You yell while smacking. "MONO?! YOU GAVE ME MONO!"

Eddie put his hands up to stop you from coming closer to hit him again. But by that time, you were keeled over trying to breathe.

" y/n I'm sorry." He kept repeating over and over. " I swear I didn't know I had it....again."

You didn't want to hear him anymore. While standing up you flipped him off and went into the house. Throwing yourself back on the couch.

Eddie stuck his head in the doorway of the living room. "You know you could use some anger management sessions."

You scowled at him but saw empathy in his eyes. He looked like a scared lamb.

"You uhhh you calm now?"

You waved your hand and sighed. Throat hurting too much to speak now. After the initial wave of anger you did relax and took some medicine.

Eddie took off his jacket and tossed it on your dad's recliner. Then he set the flowers down on the side table.

He walked around the couch and lifted your head so that you could rest it in his lap. " I really am sorry y/n."

The way he sounded made you believe him. He was such a sweet guy. He would never purposefully put you in harms way.

Eddie then surprised you by stroking your hair and hummed something. You couldn't put your finger on it but it sounded nice. So nice that you actually dozed off for a second.

" Don't worry pretty girl." He said softly. "I'll take care of you."

" W-why do you keep calling me that?"

"Calling you what? ... Pretty girl?"

You moved your head just enough for him to understand.

" Because. You're a pretty girl."

" Wo-woman." You mumbled, weakly picking up your index finger on the hand that was close to your face. Letting it fall back down.

You opened your eyes just a bit after hearing a small chuckle coming from him. Then closed them back again. You fought for just a few more seconds to be awake before surrendering.

" Don't say it if...if you don't mean it." You said very low now.

He leaned in so he could hear you. His curls tickling your face. His response put a sweet smile across your lips.

"I would never lie to you."

"Promise?" You asked just before you fell asleep.

" Promise promise." He answered while leaning back into the couch. Still stroking your hair. " I think you're a beautiful girl."

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You finally made it back to school two weeks later. Despite your father calling the doctors to find out why you were still sick. Getting the answer that it was doctor/patient confidentiality. He was suspicious but eventually gave up.

You made your way through the cafeteria and sat at your normal spot. Ignoring the farm animal noises that people thought were so funny.

Everyone at the table welcomed you back. You look at Eddie's empty chair.

Dustin noticed you looking. " He uhh he skipped." He answering the question before you could ask it.

Shaking your head. "How is this kid supposed to graduate this year if he keeps skipping? He better have a damn good excuse."

"Oh he does." Gareth blurted out before being nudged by Dustin.

You looked back and forth between Gareth and Dustin. "Oh-kay... What's going on?"

Dustin hesitated but answered. " He uhhhhh he ummmm skipped."

You sighed. "Yeah...I got that part."

Gareth couldn't take the tension and practically announced it to the entire cafeteria. "Eddie skipped with his girlfriend."

WHAT THE FUCK!!

"Oh-oh....ermmm....okay."

That's all you could say.

Girlfriend?

...

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love2write2626 · 2 years ago

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Paint My Horizon 2

Chapter 2

Y/N’s P.O.V

I woke up around 10:30, and since I had nothing else better to do I decided to tidy up, Uncle Mav isn’t usually messy but with the quickness of everything he really hadn’t had a chance to fix anything up. I unpacked his bag that was just laying on the floor of his room and put all his clothes in the drawers. Set up his bathroom for him, and just did my best the clean with the very limited cleaning products I found in the closet.

I didn’t have to be at work until 5:30 so I decided to go and visit Mav, I fixed him some lunch, and walked to the base. It was only a 10 minute walk. Once I got past security… which was simple because he put me on the visitors list, I headed to his office. I knocked on the door, and I heard a quiet

“Come in” I opened it and I saw him at his desk with his head in his hands

“Bad day?” I asked

“Hey, sweetie” he said with a smile

“I decided to bring you some lunch… I hope I’m not interrupting anything”

“No, come in” he said waving his hand “You didn’t have to make me anything” he said

“I know you didn’t bring a lunch, and when you’re stressed you forget to eat”

“You’re the best” he said

“I’m only doing what you did for us, while I was growing up”

“Sweetie, I don’t want you to feel like you have to repay me”

“I know, I just want to take care of you too” he smiled and kissed my cheek

“What did you make me?”

“Well, there wasn’t much at the house for food… I think tomorrow I will go to the store… so I made some spaghetti and marinara sauce” as he was eating I asked again “Bad day?”

“We did dog fighting today… and well I let your brother piss me off, and well we almost crashed into the ground” I felt rage, I saw red, and all I wanted to do was strangle my brother for almost taking Uncle Mav from me.

“That bastard, he better hope I don’t see him anytime soon, because I will ring his neck”

“Sweetie, I’m ok… he’s ok”

“I don’t give two fucks about him”

“Y/N!” Mav said with a stern voice “I know you and your brother don’t get along… hell anyone who knows you two knows you hate each other… but please don’t ever say you don’t care if he dies, he is my god son and well even if he doesn’t like me, it would hurt me if anything happens to him” I sigh

“Ok, sorry Uncle Mav” he gave me a ‘Yeah Right’ Look

“Are you really?”

“No… but I promise to never say anything like that again” he smiled

“That’s all I ask”

“Anyway how was the rest of your day?” I listened as he told me all about the pilots, and how good they were.

“There’s one… who knows he’s good. He’s cocky about it… he reminds me of well me. If he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed”

“His name wouldn’t happen to be Hangman, would it?”

“You know him?” he asked

“Not on a personal level, he was flirting with me at the bar last night. I turned him down cold he’s a total dick… but he doesn’t seem to be the one to give up easily either”

“You’re an adult, and I can’t tell you what to do… but just… for my sake please make good choices to when it comes to the men you sleep with” I know I am blushing red

“Mav… please I know we said we can talk to each other about anything… but this is too much” he chuckled

“Ok, I promise conversation over”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to work. I work till 2:00 and please don’t feel like you need to wait up. You need your rest”

“I will stay up, I can’t sleep till I know you’re back at the house safe and sound” I rolled my eyes “Let me walk you out” I smiled we walked to the front of the building, and Mav held the door open for me. I walked out the door just as Hangman is walking in.

“Well, Well, Well look who it is… I knew you couldn’t resist me”

“Excuse me?” I asked

“You’re here to see me right?” I started laughing

“No, I’m here visiting Maverick” his eyes went wide, that’s when he looked and noticed Mav standing there too.

“Mav I’ll see you tonight”

“See you tonight, sweetie” he kissed my cheek and I walked away without a second glance at the cocky pilot

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The bar was surprisingly not busy tonight, I had only served max 10 customers in the 3 hours I’ve been here. Because we weren’t busy Penny said if I wanted to I could sit at one of the booths and work on my art project. I told her what I was doing and she told me she knows how much Mav will love it.

I looked up when I heard the door chime, and I sighed when I saw Hangman walk in. I got up and walked back behind the bar.

“What can I get you?”

“Beer” he stated

“That’s specific” I said with a little attitude

“I don’t care, whatever” I rolled my eyes and went and poured my personal favorite.

“Here” I said

“That’s no way to talk to a customer” he said with an asshole smirk

“If you haven’t put two and two together… I don’t like you”

“Why… you don’t even know me” I smiled

“Yes… and I don’t want to” I said before walking back to my booth to put the finishing touches on my drawing. I sat there for a few minutes when Hangman sat down across from me. I groaned

“Can I help you?”

“You said you didn’t have a boyfriend” I looked at him confused

“I don’t”

“So, is he a fling or something? You don’t seem like the type of girl to be into men that age” I suddenly realized what he was implying and I started laughing hysterically “What’s so funny?” he asked

“You think, I’m sleeping with Maverick?” I said laughing some more

“Well it seemed that way, I mean he called you sweetie, and kissed you on the cheek” once I finally finished laughing, I said

“I went and visited my Uncle Maverick today”

“Uncle?” he asked and I could see he was a little embarrassed but that look quickly faded and his asshole smile returned “So you’re saying I still have a chance with you?” I groaned

"What part of I don’t like you… don’t you understand?” I said angrily

“That’s harsh for a man you don’t even know” he said

“I know your type, and I don’t like you” I heard the bell ring and looked up to see a man walking in “Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to work” I said

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A few hours later, the man who had thankfully interrupted my conversation was still sitting at the bar.. and he was completely drunk. He had been flirting with me all night, it was pretty harmless, but getting to the point of annoying.

“Sir, the bar is closing in about 10 minutes so…”

“Then pour me another beer… I didn’t have a good day… that was until I walked In here and saw you beautiful” I rolled my eyes, and placed his beer on the bar.

“Here you go sir”

“Danny”

“Sorry?” I asked

“My name is Danny” I simply nodded and walked around the bar emptying all the trash cans. I passed Hangman who never ordered another drink that night, just played pool, and sat at the bar watching me. I have to admit this man was determined. I went through the back door, to the dumpster when I heard

“You’re a sexy thing” I turned around and saw Danny standing there

“Did you follow me out here?” I asked

“Yeah, I was hoping we could get… better acquainted” I was suddenly extremely nervous

“Sorry, sir… I have a boyfriend” I said lying quickly “He’s a pilot in the Navy”

“Well, I won’t say anything” he said walking closer and kissing my neck

“Please, please stop… I’m not”

“C’mon sweet thing”

“No” I yelled and slapped him across the face, he grabbed my wrists and forcefully pushed me against the wall. “GET OFF” I said, I went to knee him, but it’s as if he predicted my next move and blocked me

“You have to be quicker than that sweet pea” I started crying

“Please, please stop” I said again. He didn’t quit though, he roughly ripped my blouse open. I kept doing my best to get him away from me, just when I was about to give up, he was forcefully pulled away from me.

“What the fuck man” Danny said

“She asked you to stop” I recognized Hangman’s voice

“This ain’t none of your business, man”

“You made it my business when you decided to force this woman into having sex with you”

“C’mon this bitch probably has sex back here all the time” I saw anger in Hangman’s eyes, then he punched Danny write in the nose, Danny fell back words and was knocked out cold. In that moment I let all my emotions out, I slid down the wall and started crying

“Hey, hey are you ok?” he asked

“Physically… I’ll probably have a few bruises tomorrow. Emotionally no” I said crying harder

“What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing… I just…let me cry” he nodded, he sat in front of me, and let me cry for about 15 minutes before he said

“You know I am told I give pretty good hugs” I let out a little laugh

“You really don’t give up” he frowned

“I’m not trying to flirt with you right now… you need a friend… and I know I’m not your friend… but I know you could use a hug” I forcefully threw myself into his arms. He rubbed his hands up and down my back… and I hate to admit it, he does give really good hugs. We sat there for a few minutes and when we broke apart he said “do you want to stand up?” I nodded, he stood up and then held his hand out to help me

“Thank You” I said “I… I’ve never experienced something like that… I was so scared”

“I was waiting for you to come back inside so I could tell you goodnight, and then I saw that dick head go out the back door, and when it was taking a while for you to come back in, I decided to come out here and check on you”

“I can never thank you enough”

“Enough to go on a date” he smirked

“Hangman…”

“Jake… my real name is Jake”

“Jake… why don’t we start off as friends and see where things take us” he smiled

“Deal” we started walking back inside

“Do you… do you mind walking me to my car?” I asked him

“Not at all” I smiled

“Thank You, let me get my purse” we went inside, I decided not to mention it to Penny, because I know she would tell Maverick and he’s got enough to worry about. I grabbed my art book, and my purse and we walked out the front door.

“So you like to draw?” he asked

“I just graduated from Art school”

“Really?” He smiled

“Yeah, I always loved to draw, paint, sketch… and well turns out I was pretty good” we got to my car and he said

“Well maybe one day you can show me something” I smiled

“Yeah, maybe”

“Anyway good night”

“Good night Jake” I said, before kissing his cheek he smiled brightly “I’m assuming I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, you will” he said before I got into my car, and drove off.

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nushy · 2 years ago

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It is time.

I still don't have a title for this one, but... part 1 is here. also: part 2 and part 3

A/N: besties, i needed something positive after s4, vol.2 so here we don't have anything supernatural - just a normal Hawkins, normal kids, etc, etc. Our pretty boy is alive and well.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you are the new girl in town and Eddie is seeing something he likes. And you too. (i am sooooo bad at summaries)

warnings: a lot of spelling and grammar errors (sorry, english is not my native language), blood, punching, cursing, drug use, smoking, strong language (?), maybe SA if you squint, in the next parts there will be smut. idk

word count: 1.4K

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You knew the day was going to be bad the moment you woke up. First, the milk had gone bad so you just skipped breakfast, then your car broke so you had to walk to school and on your way there your favorite bracelet tore and you just threw it away. And to top it all off – well, you had to go to school.

The day only got worse when, while strolling through your locker and searching for a pen, someone stood by you and started talking to you.

“Hey, new girl, wanna come with me tonight to show you the town?” You looked at the guy – and, oh my god, the most generic white boy was smiling stupidly at you. What’s more, he was part of the basketball team. Fuck, you thought to yourself. Yes, of course, new girls always get the attention, especially when they were dressed like you – short black skirt and pretty cropped top handmade by you from one of your favorite band t-shirts (very against the school dress code but you really didn’t care). But what was he thinking, trying his luck with you – what were you going to talk about – you doubted that he knew any of the bands you liked, or the scary movies, or the fantasy books. Plus, he was soooo far from your type.

“No, thanks, I’ve got plans” you responded and then resumed your pen search.

“What plans can you have, I doubt that you have any friends here to have plans with” he chuckled at his own joke. You took a deep breath, trying not to scream right there and then. And in this moment, your salvation came by – you knew the boy vaguely, cause you saw him yesterday at lunch and were immediately drawn to him – his long curly hair, leather jacket and denim vest with Dio stitch on the back and of course, you favorite, his big metal rings. When you passed by his table you heard him talking about the gig he was having the next evening with his band and you noted that in your head. Now this was your alibi. You stretched out your hand and grabbed the boy that was passing by, drawing him to you.

“Well, yeah, tonight I’m going to see him playing with his band” you said pretty conveniently, one of the boys was shocked and the other one was a bit… disgusted?

“What? Eddie Munson? This freak? You better be joking” he scoffed. The boy next to you, Eddie, just signed but still didn’t try to escape your grasp, he was intrigued. And you were pissed so you decided that it will be the hard way.

“You talking about yourself? You a freak?” you asked dumbly and laughed. His face became red, and Eddie reacted for the first time with a sincere laugh.

“You bitch, I was just trying to be nice.” the player was angry. But the way he called you made you furious. And Eddie immediately knew because your hand, that was still on his, grasped him harder.

“What did you just call me?” you asked, your jaw clenched.

“What you are – a bitch. I was trying to be nice but apparently you like the weirdos.” He was a total douche and you knew what those needed, so you let go of Eddie’s hand, and you punched the idiot in the face. Right in the nose – and that was the best feeling of the day. He immediately put his hands on his face, a small trail of blood got to his mouth. Eddie gasped, then let out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever dare to call me bitch…. or him a freak.. ever again” you said, standing close to his face, his eyes wide and shocked, but full of anger. With him still standing shocked in front of you, you turned to Eddie and said calmly:

“Wanna skip the next class and go somewhere far from this shithole?” He was a bit taken aback but still nodded and you grabbed his hand and guided him to the exit.

Outside of the school building you managed to take a deep breath and to think clearly about the situation you were in, Eddie’s hand still in yours.

“Wow” was all he could say. You looked at him and started laughing, not knowing how else to react. He looked at you, confused at first, but soon joined you in the laugh. “It was a really good punch tho.”

“Yeah, my father taught me how to punch, said I had to be like the boys or better.” you explained, dryly smiling.

“This one was definitely better.” Eddie looked at you, from head to toes, for the first time. And, boy, was he impressed. Not just by the outfit – but by your face, the fire in your eyes, the messy, yet beautiful, hair, the chipped black nail polish and the several skull rings on your fingers. You blushed. And for some minutes there was silence.

“So, where are we going? And can you drive, my car broke this morning.” you broke the silence. Eddie looked around, thinking, then smiled and grabbed you by the waist.

“I have the perfect idea. And we don’t even need a car.” So you two left the parking in front of the school.

It really was a short walk through the woods, until you got to a clearing with a wooden table in the center and two wooden benches.

“My favorite spot, no one comes here.” he said with a delight in his voice. And, to be fair, you liked the place – it was quiet, it was nature, and there was no one around. You sat on the bench, Eddie sat on the opposite one, there was silence once again. You got your backpack on the table and started to search for something, Eddie looking at you with confusion. He really didn’t know what to expect next from you.

“Want some?” you took out a blunt and handed it to him. And, boy, was he shocked, because he expected everything, but definitely not this. “Or you don’t use those kind of things.” You continued when you didn’t get a response. Eddie finally managed to react letting out a loud laugh.

“Sweety, I sell those things.” It was your time to be shocked, as he put his black lunch box that you noticed just now, and he opened it. You looked inside and nodded with a grin on your face.

“Yep, you definitely sell those things.” then you both laughed. You lit the joint and took turns until you both were feeling light as feathers.

“So, you new here?” he asked. You took a deep breath, your thoughts were a bit scrambled but not that much.

“Yeah, came here 3 days ago with my father. He’s a truck driver, his station is near, so we settled here, in the trailer park.” Eddie’s eyes grew bigger.

“No way, I live there too.” You honestly didn’t know that but it was a really cool coincidense.

“Yeah, basically I live mostly alone, as my father is always on the road, but he makes good money and he sends me to help me. But I still consider finding a job. Shitty part is I have to finish school, and I’ve changed a lot of those. Good thing is, this time I managed to go two days without punching someone, last time I punched the guidance lady on my first day… but it was her fault, she acted like I was stupid.” The weed made you chatty, but it seemed like Eddie didn’t mind as he was carefully listening to you talking about your life.

You had no idea how much time has passed as you talked about everything there is to talk about (you definitely clicked as your interests were basically the same), but it was slowly getting darker and Eddie suddenly jumped.

“The gig!” he looked at his clock. “Damn, it starts in two hours, gotta go or the boys will be pissed.” you looked him with heavy eyes but still stood up.

“Yeah, but Eddie, I will be heading home, not feeling like going to a bar right now.” You looked him in the eyes and for a moment you could have sworn there was a trace of sadness (or were you just high?). He lifted slowly his shoulders and tried to be casual:

“You lose.” he said with a grin. And with that said you both headed to the school parking lot for him to hop on his van. You sobered up quickly while walking through the woods, Eddie also looked quite fine. There was silent once again but it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was nice. Your hands brushed lightly, you smiled not sure if it was because of the weed, or you just started to fall for the boy, not knowing that he was thinking just the same.

“Want a ride? I can give you a lift to the trailer park and then head to the Hideout. " You declined.

“I need a bit more fresh air, I will walk. You go or you will be late.” Eddie smiled so sincerely that you wanted to jump right away in the van next to him, but you just waved goodbye and walked away.

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