#i miss the rock club girlies

[rising-above-stars]

guys I just had the dumbest idea for a library display at work

Ides of March

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Pt. 1 (Story)

"Aww, look at my wittle Brandi,” I cooed, grabbing her by the chin as she kneeled on the ground next to me, “all teary-eyed and whimpering. Don't be sad, my precious cupcake! Mommy has found the perfect place for you, thanks to all the amazing girlies in my online forum. They told me about this super special nursery, just for sissies like you! All their little girls go too! Daddy Conner's new promotion means I don't have to work anymore, but that doesn't mean I want you under my feet all day. So, Daddy and I decided it's time for you to go to Sissy School!"

I smiled, running my fingers across her cheek, and continued; "Today, we're going to tour your new school and you better show me your best behavior princess! You don’t want me to have to tell Daddy you were a bad girl, right?"

My poor little girl, she was trying so hard to nod and wipe away her tears while gagged with that cute pacifier. She's such a crybaby, always whimpering and sniveling. We pulled up to this seedy-looking abandoned strip mall, and almost missed it, with its tinted windows and black paint. It was right next to this wild knock off of Chip and Dales strip called 'Hunks’. I've had some wild nights there, let me tell ya! But this sissy kindergarten didn’t sound like it would be as fun for Brandi as the strip club was for me!

"Welcome to Hunks and Huggies!" I heard a bubbly voice exclaim as the door swung open. The college-aged girl smiling at us was hot. Her dark hair had the perfect beach waves, her skin was flawless, even her eyes sparkled! I just had to stare! God, some girls get it all, even her body was perfect! Her short black “Huggies and Hunks” crop top was so tight you could the outline of her nipples, and they're hard as rocks! The matching black short shorts were barely there. She was showing off her perfect ass and long, toned thighs. I might need to get this girl’s number later! If Brandi wasn’t gagged with her penis-paci I’m sure that little sissy’s tongue would be on the floor right now.

"I'm Ms. Becky!" She introduced herself with a smile, her perfect teeth flashing. "You must be Heather," she continued, giving me a quick hug, shit she even smelled amazing! "And this adorable munchkin," she leaned over and pinched Brandi's cheek, making my sissy squirm, "must be Little Miss Brandi! Why don’t you two come in, I’ll show you around!” She giggled, grabbing me by the arm and whisking us inside.

Stepping inside Hunks and Huggies was like walking into Brandi’s worst nightmare. The whole place was decked out in pastel pink and white, like a little girl’s nursery had exploded. Even the carpet was a somehow perfectly maintained pink! The walls were covered in pink and white stripes, and there was even a banner that spelled out “Welcome to Sissy School!” In building block letters! I had only seen the entrance so far and I just knew it was perfect! I could already see Brandi trembling in her diapers and sobbing behind her gag.

"This," Becky giggled, seeing my shocked expression, "is the main entrance. Our 'students' get to meet all four of us teachers here every morning!" There were more of her? Lucky Brandi! "That door over there," she pointed at a pink door with foam letters that read "Bad Girls Only," "is the detention room. Don't worry, I won't spoil the fun. Brandi will tell you all about it after her first visit!"

A terrified squeak came from my gagged little girl, who was definitely not into the whole 'detention room' situation. I giggled, loving how scared she was already. "Did you say Hunks and Huggies?" I asked, still taking in the over-the-top pink decor.

Before Becky could answer, we heard muffled cries from behind the 'Bad Girls Only' door. Brandi's trembling intensified, and I knew she was freaking out.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Becky said, her hand on Brandi's shoulder doing nothing to comfort her. "That sissy is being punished for very being naughty. But you're a good girl, right?" She looked at Brandi, who nodded frantically, too terrified to make a sound now.

Becky turned back to me with a mischievous grin. "Yes, Hunks and Huggies. The owner of Huggies Sissy School is an amazing businesswoman, she also owns the Hunks strip club next door! It provides some ahem unique benefits for us teachers." She leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "And some not-so-fun benefits for the students, but we'll get to that later!"

"Let's continue the tour!” Becky giggled, taking my hand and leading me with excitement. Brandi was struggling to keep up, crawling pitifully on the fluffy carpet, her pigtails bouncing. "This is the playroom!" She announced with a bright smile. "I know you'll just adore it!"

As we stepped into the "playroom," I was in for a major surprise! No jungle gyms or swing sets here, but there were definitely some fun toys to play with. The room was so perfect! Of course it was painted in the same soft pink and white as the entrance hall, and had the same fuzzy pink carpet. But there were so many fun toys, it was going to make my little diapered cuck miserable! If my little Brandi didn't enjoy her nursery at home, she would absolutely hate playtime in this place.

"Our lucky little girls spend at least two hours a day in the playroom for recess," Becky giggled from the doorway, reading my mind. "As you can see...", she said nodding across the room.

In the corner of the playroom, there was this giant pink bouncer, the sort of thing every sissy nursery needs! And inside, struggling like a sad little bitch, was this naked sissy, covered in sweat and crying her eyes out. Her hair was a total matted mess, and her makeup was running down her face. The little bitch was such a hot mess! "Oh my god!" I laughed, "look at that cutie pie!" I pointed at the poor thing, all tied up and helpless. "She's just so adorable!" The bouncer bounced up and down, making her tiny chastity cage wobble back and forth. And she had the cutest clamps on her budding little sissy boobs that were little bells! They jingling with every bounce. So. Freaking. Cute! 

"Aww, why the long face, sweetie?" I cooed to the sobbing, gagged sissy, not really expecting an answer. “I’ve seen that look before, does she have a little botty-friend in?" I winked at Becky, who just shrugged and giggled. 

"Yup, this lil' sissy is gonna pop her cherry soon! Her mommy's new man is packing, so we're giving her the full prep treatment!" I glanced at Brandi, who was trying to disappear into the floor, probably thinking about the massive plug she had at home. Of course, this meant I would be buying her an even bigger one for school, but that could be a surprise for later!

Becky strutted across the room; “and this,” she said, flashing a cute smile, “is our toy box!” I watched excitedly as she lifted the lid of the most adorable toy box ever. It's pink and white, and even had a heart painted on the front! "Every princess needs her toys, don't ya think?" She asked, watching as Brandi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What do you think Brandi?”

Inside the box was a collection that would make any dom proud and sissy blush: so many different size paddles, some were leather, some were painted with girly designs, one even had “sissy” carved into it. I’m sure that would leave a mark! There were floggers and whips that promised a sting, and even the largest assortment of dildos I had even seen! “Don’t be jealous Princess Pampers,” I giggled at Brandi; “but I think they might have even more toys than you do!” I couldn’t help but hold some of the larger ones up just to show my sissy. There were a lot! There were so many colors, some were ribbed or had a point, others were realistic; they had veins! “I think you’ll have so much fun with these, Brandi!” I laughed, as she whimpered.

Becky flashed me a knowing smile before leaning over to speak to her future ‘student’. "Don't worry, Brandi,” she purred, “you'll be playing with these toys real soon." She points out a white rocking horse next to us, painted white with pink trim. It would have been perfectly innocent if not for the massive ribbed didlo in the saddle! "That one's gonna be a wild ride, girl!." She giggled, I could see Brandi's bottom lip quivering, the poor thing. "And check out that X-frame, it's just dyin' to have you." We all looked at the intimidating restraint, also pink of course!. "But first, let's go see my favorite part."

In the center of the room was an adorable yet cruel looking “crib”, if you could call it that. It was certainly a fucked up twist on a one anyway. It was painted pale pink and white to match the rest of the room, down to its pink sheets and blankets. But unlike any other crib I had ever seen, except the one Conner built for Brandi of course, it had a top on it like a cage! Inside, the crib were two, I had to assume, absolutely miserable sissies. Their faces were wrapped in diapers, and they were handcuffed on top of each other, struggling in a cute little 69..

"So, these brats were bugging Ms. Staci for diaper changes,” she explained with a smile. “We don't do changes here often, ya know? So, I guess Staci decided if they wanted out of their diapees so badly, they could wear them somewhere else instead! Of course, I'm not sure if it's their own messy diapees or someone else's, but it's fun, for us, either way!" She looked down sweetly as the trapped pair. "This crib is my favorite! Did ya know it can fit three sissies stacked on top of each other at once? It's way more fun when there's more crying and begging. You know, sharing is caring, right?"

“They’re wearing each other’s,” Another absolute bombshell, college aged girl said, standing in the doorway. She had the most striking features, long legs, and blonde hair. She was also dressed to kill in the same revealing outfit as Becky—short shorts that showcase her perfect ass, and a low-cut crop top with the "Huggies and Hunks" logo, leaving little to the imagination. I could see everything through the fabric of her shirt, which I’m certain Brandi would notice too! She added, absolutely full of disdain; "they're wearing each other's diapers. They'll keep 'em on until they clean 'em or fill their new ones. I’m Ms. Staci,” she smiled at me and then sneered at the sissy next to me; “who’s the new loser?

I introduce my pathetic ex, "This loser here is Brandi." Staci gave Brandi a once-over, clearly not impressed. I mean, who would be? Noticing their matching outfits, I ask, "do you girls always dress like this?" 

Becky shrugs, "Most days, but on 'Fun Friday,' we break out the sexy lingerie. Gotta give the sissies something to drool over, especially when they've been denied for weeks." I can't help but smirk, imagining Brandi's misery knowing she’ll be tormented by these hotties. It’s been months since her last sissygasm and won’t be getting to make cummies anytime soon either!

Becky claps her hands together excitedly; "Staci and I can give you the rest of the tour together and fill you in on our very strict rules." As we leave the room, she snickers; "you’ll see our girls in their uniforms soon enough. Every student is required to wear one!" On our way across the entrance hall toward a room labeled “Moviez 4 Sissiez”, Becky begins to run through a list of school rules. “All girls must be in uniform at all times, obviously. Dententions for being out of uniform are very harsh, also obviously. The girls must come to school each day with their supplies, which may change depending on the lesson, uhh…oh!” 

Becky turned to speak to Brandi directly, "Oh, and little one, you'll be on an exclusive 'cum-only' diet here!" The look on Brandi's face was priceless. I almost felt bad for her! She already eats a lot of cum at home, but at least I still gave her table scraps...for now. She winks at me, assuring; "we just ask mommies to save condoms from their real men. We've got plenty extra though, don't worry." Then, leaning in close to Brandi, she smiled; "you’ll never go hungry, princess. We'll keep you nice and full."

The theater room was honestly kind of gross. Staci confessed as we walked into the small room; "this used to be a viewing booth in an adult bookstore when this whole place was a strip mall. We kept it nasty as a fun little tribute." I spot shelves filled with gay porn and femdom DVDs with titles that I’m sure made Brandi squirm. "Sissy's BBC Training" and "Mommy's Strap-On Slave." Magazines like “Rockhard” were stacked on shelves, and in the center of the room was another surprise for both Brandi and I.

A sissy, tied up tight, laid diapered wearing a pink frilly dress with a matching diaper cover. Of course, she had the most adorable paci strapped in her mouth. Another young beauty, a dominant sounding babe with red hair, was standing behind her. This new teacher was holding the sissy’s head in front of the screen with one hand and holding a vibrating wand to her diapered crotch with the other. “Don’t you dare look away you fucking loser!” She was laughing each time her diapered prisoner tried to turn her head away or close her eyes. “Ooh!” The ginger bombshell giggled, quite literally prying the poor, helpless loser’s eyes open, forcing her attention back to the recording; “this is my favorite part!”

On the screen, is the most perfectly round ass I had ever seen. I was jealous and turned on! Oh gawd, It's tight and firm, totally spankable. It making my mouth water, I couldn’t imagine what it was doing to the poor thing having to watch, or even Brandi! "Hey there, sissy," a sexy voice cooed from the recording. "You always loved my ass, huh? When you were my big stwong husband, you used to love watching this ass bounce on your cock didn’t you? Now that you’re a wittle sissy, I guess you’ll just have to watch it bounce on someone else’s…” The owner of that incredible ass turned and winked at the camera; a 30-something with the deepest blue eyes and her blonde hair in a high ponytail. I think she was about to put on a show.

“Sometimes,” Staci whispered, clearly enjoying herself, “a mommy will send us their ‘home movies’ to share with the class or just to torment their cucks. This one's getting a private show." With a giggle, the woman on screen bent over, revealing a sexy, heart-shaped tattoo on her lower back, just above her perfectly toned butt. She crawls onto the bed, her long, toned legs on full display and beckons off camera with a playful finger and a moan. In the corner, I could just make out a very well-built black guy. Wow, the only thing bigger than his muscles was his dick! This girl was very lucky! He had his massive black cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. The blonde teased him, wiggling her ass. I could hear the gagged sissy in the center of the room whimpering and crying. 

"You ready big boy?" she teased, looking back at the camera with a wicked smile while talking to the bull. "Come and get it, baby. You own this pretty white ass now..." This really got the waterworks going from the helpless cuck watching, the redhead doubled her efforts and held firm, forcing her charge to watch as the scene heated up. The hunk didn’t need any further instructions, stepping behind her and the whole room watched as the blonde’s eyes went wide and she moaned. “Ooooh, fuck! Ooh! Jesus baby, y…you’re big!”

“Let’s leave her to enjoy the show,” Becky smiled, closing the theater door, “and let’s go see the classroom. Hmm?” She asked, smiling down at Brandi. The poor thing turned pale and tried to protest, but I grabbed her pigtails, giving them a rough tug, pulling her behind me. She cried softly as we followed Ms. Becky's click-clack heels down the hall. "Almost there, loser," Staci giggled, stopping in front of the door to speak to Brandi. "This is, like, my favorite part! We show you all the awful shit we’re going to do to you and you can’t even stop it! You're gonna hate it, I promise!" I could see Brandi's knees shaking. Poor, dumb little thing.

Ms. Becky dramatically flung open the door with a smile and pushed Brandi inside. "Welcome to class, Brandi," she giggled. "You’re gonna have so much fun!" The room was the most fucked up thing I had seen so far, and I mean that in the best possible way. Everything, and I mean everything, was pink! The walls, the carpets, even the damn windows. 

"Oh, Brandi, look at that! They really went all out with the color scheme," I mocked as she sobbed at my knees. "But just wait till you see the lessons they have planned for you, my little sissy baby." I giggled, noticing the pink chalkboards and the lessons written on them. "Cock Sucking 101, hmm?” I teased, reading the board off to her; “oh, I just know you’ll get an A+ in that! You’re a great little cocksucker! We all laughed watching Brandi crumble to the floor, sobbing like the pathetic little girl she is.

"Aww, does my wittle sissy need a time-out already?" I teased, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up. "But we just got here! Oh my, look at these!” I could hear Brandi groan and whimper as I dragged her towards the center of the room; “aren’t these just the cutest little desks and chairs! How adorable!" I giggled, pointing at the ribbed dildos attached to each chair. “You’ll definitely be sitting pretty, won’tcha Princess Pampers?” Brandi’s eyes went wide, she turned pale, and of course she instantly crumbled back to the floor. I just let her be. After all, she had plenty of time to enjoy her new school! The cutest touch was the name tags on the desks. Pink of course, written out in girly handwriting, the “I’s” all dotted with little hearts, so precious! Of course, the names were my favorite; I could see “Sissy Slut,” “Jizz Breath,” and “Cumbucket”! I hope Brandi got such a cute nickname!

The walls were just as extra as the rest of the classroom. There were huge posters of hunky half naked men covered with lipstick marks, pictures of gorgeous women naked but pixelated of course, and a cute full length mirror with the phrase, "who's the queerest of them all?" written in hot pink lipstick in the corner, Becky stood to the side, clearly proud of her workplace! "This," she giggled, "is where the magic happens. Where we transform whiny boys into obedient baby bitches! As you can see…”

"Check out these two cuties!" I exclaimed in giggles, noticing what Becky was pointing to. I pulled Brandi up and pointed at the two sissies kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by the pink desks. They were dressed to impress in the cutest little schoolgirl outfits. Their plaid skirts were way too short, showing off their pink Huggies pull-ups, their eyes were were covered with pink blindfolds, their hands trapped behind them with pink cuffs, and their pigtails were held by matching pink bows! And I absolutely loved their crop tops with "sissy slut" in glitter across their chests, of course.

"Oh, Brandi, honeybun, aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to see you all dressed up just like them!" I mocked, knowing how much he hated this. "Don't you just love their fashion sense? I bet you're dying to join their little sissy club, aren't you?" I teased, as Brandi's sobs turned into desperate whimpers.

Staci knelt next to Brandi and wiped away the sobbing little sissy’s tears. I think she was having almost as humiliating Brandi as I do! I knew I was going to like her! "These are your Sucky Exams, princess,” I could barely hear her whispering over Brandi’s sniffling; “you’ll take them every week! The goal is to be the first little girl to make your man cum. If you're a good girl and pass, you get a fresh diapee! But if you fail, well...let's just say you'll find out in the detention room!"

“Sucky exams…?” I asked, before the classroom door opened again. I was in awe as two tall, chiseled hunks, with arms the size of Brandi's thighs and cocky smiles walked in. Oh, they were hot! I think Brandi was so scared she may have pissed herself just seeing these two! “Oh,” I giggled, almost to myself, “sucky exams!” These two wasted no time, each one grabbing a sissy by her pigtails and pulling her towards their bulging package. Brandi's eyes widened watching as these two little sissy sluts were about to be used for their intended purpose.

The sissies, now reduced to a trembling mess, opened their mouths defeatedly and allowed their throats to be invaded. “Look at them go,” Staci giggled over Brandi’s shoulder, watching the helpless sissy being throatfucked deep and hard. I could barely hear her over sounds in the room. “Look at the eye contact,” Staci giggled wickedly, “and listen to all that moaning, they’re such good little sluts!” 

“You lucky little girl, getting to watch,”  Becky had leaned over Brandi’s other shoulder now; “look at them, even through all the tears, being the best little sissy pornstars they can be! Ya know, with Hunks right next door, there’s, like, an endless amount of dicks you’re going to suck, every day!” Even over sissies’ muffled moans and the wet, slurping noises, I’m sure Brandi could hear each word; “we hope you’re excited for your first day of school!”

[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[blond3ang3l]

🌷♡₊˚geek lover! eren🦢・₊✧

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This is a remake of the already geek lover eren, but specifically a sfw version but I actually really love this story

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Eren is a geek lover. He absolutely is enamored with you. Watching your lips with every word you spoke. The way you got excited telling him about every single new detail of the things you got interested in. Eren worked hard as a famous rnb singer, long days in the studio trying to perfect his songs. Then having to perform when he literally had the WORST anxiety known to man. It always felt like someone needed him and was on his ass about something.

But he did it all for you. So you can have everything your heart desired. He left nothing behind when it came to you. You wanted to see a new sci fi movie? He already bought out the theater. There’s a new podcast you like? He’s downloaded all the episodes for you on both yours and his phone. Don’t even get started on books. On your first date you mentioned you like to read and study psychology in your free time. Once you moved in he had your very own book room built for you. Carefully picking out each book for you on his own. Your own desk and room for you todo your writings in. He even surprised you with a laptop and camera so you can start your own podcast! He just wanted to show you how much he loved and supported you.

For moment like this were he could come home and listen to you tell him. About the things you've watched in your huge list of video essays that you had in a playlist on YouTube. How you lit up telling him different facts from how the dating game killer had a coworker that also happened to be a serial killer and he didn't know to the conspiracy theory of the 27 club, no matter what you said it always made you so happy and seeing you all giddy and stimming while you talked to him made him so content with his life.

"I know cotards syndrome, Koro, Diogenes, fregoli, hypochondria, pica, capgras, boanthropy, apotenmophilia, kulver bulcy, ekbom, erotomania, Stendhal. Pics is like one of the more well known. You know that show my strange addiction that we watch together? Yeah so like those people who eat the random shit like the lady who ate rocks- omg that reminds me!"

Erens ass was not listening one bit. He was watching you, watching your body. You guys had been apart for a little over a month so could do a very short tour in another country and he was sick as fuck that he couldn't bring you.

Everyone knew it too. His attitude fucking sucked that trip. He was antsy, his anxiety was through the roof, he snapped at everyone, overall he fucking hated it. But now, sitting here with you he finally felt at peace.

You were sitting on his lap, yapping his ear off.His eyes couldn't help but wander to your legs which lead him to notice you were wearing his boxers. Your hands thick thighs were filling them out so well. His hands moved to grip them as he watched you talk. You’d kill him later for not listening but he just felt so much dread when he was away from you that he couldn’t help but just stare at you forever.

“Rennie, papa are you okay? You’re getting all red. Are you feeling sick baby?”

You were worried, he had a bad history of getting sick easily. With him coming back from another country he could have likely caught something. It would hurt your heart to know he wasn’t feeling well.

“I’m fine baby. Keep going. I wanna hear you talk.”

“Are you sure baby? We can go lay down if you’d like.”

It warmed his heart how much you cared for him. You made him the man he was. He used to be so closed off to anyone that wasn’t your friends mikasa and armin. You taught him how to deal with the grief of life and got him therapy to get through the rough days of his depression. He just loved you so much and truly couldn’t imagine being anywhere without you.

“I’m fine baby, just missed you so much..”

For my girlie @merakidoll

[cyberskulzzz]

Introducing…midwest goth x rockstar rodrick au

"We missed you", hissed the lovecats…

Her

midwest goth, loded diper‘s makeup and clothing manager, #1 I hate my boyfriend girly,resident evil, farmer’s daugther,vanilla coffee,cleptomanic,streamer,disliked by Susan,vanilla perfume,dominant,folklore, catholic guilt,has a goat at her dad‘s farm called lambchop,alex g

Him

burned cds,boob gal,naps,fugglers,dad rock,flirty,clubbing,yapper as soon as he gets comfortable,drummer,loves his groupies a bit too much,slasher movies,metallica,chocolate cake,strip poker,always on the go,iced coke. 

Them

[no-thoughts-just-the-clouds]

My ranking of Nightmare Time episodes (and illegible ramblings about each bc im not normal about this)

1. Honey Queen- Nibbly and Wiggly fighting over Linda; IM THE LATTE HOTTIE WITH ALL THE CLOUT 🗣️🗣️🗣️; Paul randomly showing up is so funny though; roman sleep with one eye open i am coming for you, you leave our queen Linda alone; all of Linda's kids are named after bodies of water Brooke is her daughter head cannon is growing; villain couples wish they are Gerald and Linda; ah yes these four prepubescent boys *proceeds to show four grown men, two of which has facial hair*

2. Yellow Jacket- made me cry, comedy my butt; Sophia and Daniel they can never make me hate you; i will die for you Hannah; Lex is so me coded (i am an older sister and i have issues); Charles talking about Otho: "even the babies are the most dangerous animals so i built this self destruct device to keep him secure so there's no possible— *otho proceeds to escape* —oh my go-"; Joey as Ethan is kinda 👀, i am looking respectfully sir

3. Time Bastard- KEEP KEEP RUNNING AWAY YOOOOUUUU BASTARD TIME BASTARDDDDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥; Kim's voice>>>>>>; Tinky really said i will find you in every universe but in the worse way possible; imagine that the reason why pete considers steph the most important person in his life is because the other person he loves the most, his brother ted, is missing and even considered dead, leaving steph as the only person he cares for that is still alive; tinky symbolizes the cycling hell that Ted is stuck in, the labyrinth like halls of his office job alongside his inability to connect with any woman he meets, or just any person in general, aaaandd post

4. Abstinence Camp- VIRGINITY ROCKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥DON'T TOSS IT AWAY NEVER TOUCH ANYONE ANYONE NOT EVEN YOUR BABE, that was the best song in the entire series i am not accepting criticism; HE'S GOT THE STEPS THAT CRUMBLE HE'S GOT THE MIND OF A PSYCHO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️, second best song in the show; i am fully convinced grace is the most powerful character besides the LiB in the hatchetverse, with becky being the second because she did defeat her in pitstop; Steph calm down girly 💀; Boy Jerry is one of those news reporters in hatchet town?????; im on lumber axe's side, i too would be very irritated if some horny teenagers decides to do the do in my own home

5. Killer Track- "oh right, he was watching the fireworks" SCREAMING WAILING SOBBING AND THROWING UP; Miss holloway deserves happiness; the upcoming holloduke break up episode is going to destroy me i just know it; Bryce's character designs>>>>>>>; if the LiB always asks for what the summoner treasures the most, then that means all miss holloway ever wanted was to be remembered; is the killer track connected to pokotho!????

6. Perky's Buds- i love you ziggy; ah yes nightmare time, the series of all time; farmer gives bird magical weed and ends up becoming a slave to the nest of nighthawks; the birds throwing up food down their throats vs the entirety of hey melissa, which is more disgusting?; Ezekiel is my favorite Joey character; emma finally gets her dream of a pot farm and it all immediately went up in flames (literally)

7. Watcher World- TRIP TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK GONE WRONG (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT); don't worry alice go on and join us at the "i have parental issues" club; poor snigglet; "Jeff are you drunk again" there goes the fourth wall; kudos to mariah that panic attack scene is well acted and accurate; im kinda shocked that sylvia isn't someone bill made up to spite his ex but alright; the final part of the fight scene between bill and alice will never leave my mind thank you; That one guy shouting out all of bill's insecurities while playing the high striker, like my man james and corey you outdid yourselves

8. Daddy- i did not expect the sherman young lore but alright; sheila young kinda 👀, am looking respectfully ma'am; sheila young please just one chance 🙏; MAN IN A HURRY NAME DROP LETSSSS GOOOO BARRY SWIFT; out of all of the deaths in NT frank's dog is the saddest, change my mind; behind every dirtbag (frank) in hatchetfield is an even bigger dirtbag (sheila & sherman)

9. Forever and Always- Paul 23 & Emmdroid my beloved; THE CONNECTION OF THIS EPISODE WITH TIME BASTARD THOUGH!???? LIKE STARKID YOU ATE; behind every girlboss (Emmdroid) is a malewife (Paul 23); RIP to the real paul and emma but these two clones deserve their weird, happy relationship

10. Hatchetfield Ape Man- "welcome to america, you tea taxing son of a b****"; correct me if I'm wrong but from what i remember none of the events that happened in this episode are connected to the lords in black, all of this was just produced from professor hidgens being unhinged; anything for working boys; "iT's ObViOuSlY a NaKeD mAn" 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; WHAT IS UP WITH TED AND HENRY COMMITING WAR CRIMES TOGETHER AND ENDS WITH HENRY KILLING TED!???

11. Jane's a Car- G O T M Y F O O T O N T H E G A S; the way my jaw dropped when i found out tom and jafar have the same actor; that ending though; oh wow lore on emma's sister how cool, and then THAT scene happens; Becky barnes you beautiful gorgeous intelligent kind-hearted lady, i need to know the story behind the whole "climbing a tree" thing; the audio playing in the radio when the car crashed being connected to the LiB? These eldritch beings literally looked at these small town jerks and went- "ah yes, these are my favorite humans"

12. The Witch in the Web- MISS HOLLOWAY INTRODUCTION LET'S GOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; i wish a very horrible evening to pamela foster; WILEY!?????? THE DAGGER ALSO SHOWING UP IN THE PITSTOP LIVESTREAM!??? I NEED MORE LORE ABOUT THAT DAGGER; Hannah's actress put her entire soul into the acting, goodness gracious.

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS AND MUSIC

scout: scout, as we know, loves tom jones. he’d probably also be an elvis guy. but that’s not what i’m here to talk about, frankly. i’m here to talk about how scout is the team’s sole music influence. anything the team discovers past like… the 80s scout put them on. and scout gives anything at least one listen. he’s actually got an s tier music taste. knows exactly what to recommend to each of his team members, except snipes. he never knows what to do with that guy. making active attempts to listen to more classical, though will naturally opt for 70s pop. he loves elton john. also loves tom cardy. blasts mixed messages. on his really shitty days, both the enemy team and his own team taunt him with this stupid fucking song, he has no idea where they came up with it; but when he’s getting his shit rocked everyone follows him around yelling “my name is the scout. doc. i need some healing. scout. that is my name. scout. i want another. scout. where is my baaaaaaall? i’m running out of the spawn; there is a booooooomb, and it is gonna hit me—” AND THEN THEY KILL HIM AGAIN. that shit pisses him off so much.

soldier: this man was wrecked when he heard the news of karen carpenter. the day scout showed him the carpenters he was gobbling it up. when he’s not listening to straight up “women still don’t have credit cards” doo-wop, he opts for what he calls the hippie dippie shit, it’s a guilty pleasure. love hates the beatles. loves a lady with a nice voice. demo put him on the proclaimers. he’ll listen to them when he misses his bud. really enjoys christmas music!

pyro: pyro is a white knight swiftie and nothing will ever change that, bar her like… purposefully running over puppies. in the pit five times during rep tour. CRUSHED when loverfest got canceled. LOVES their pop girlies. loves all the girlies, really! has NEVER been a barb and will never BE a barb. is an active member of stan twitter. is the kind to harass you aggressively online if they don’t agree with you. has a very long dni list. is blocked by many people. spy won’t help them dox people.

demo: demo loves the proclaimers and jazz in all its forms. god, he loves jazz so much. regular attendee of jazz clubs. brings his own drinks, just goes for the music. goes to jazz open mics. also loves sade. he adores that woman. does the old man two step when he’s really getting into a song, and if someone’s in in the room with them he will urge them to dance with him. if you don’t know what the old man two step is, it is a very effective dance move. you do a wide two step with your elbows out. it is not an old man two step if your elbows are any less than a 45 degree angle from your body. scout put him on thundercat and his life has never been the same. will drunkenly scream sing dragonball durag. he’s an appreciator of hemlocke springs.

engineer: obviously engie loves country. he’s from texas. but here’s the thing about him; he is a strange elitist and HATES covers. he will not listen to a cover, he wants to hear the person who wrote it sing the song. has a stupid amount of random country facts floating through his head at all times. tries to bond with pyro through what he knows about country taylor swift but pyro knows everything there is to know about her. pyro is actually the one to educate him about taylor swift. pyro appreciates the attempt though. they ate up red tv together. engie tried really hard to deny the fact that he was tearing up to all too well but pyro placed a hand on his shoulder, paused the track, and said “it’s okay to cry.” like a cult initiation. and frankly that was it. “it’s just so well done.” he mumbled. and pyro supported him through it. also LOVES tracy chapman. he has cried to fast car a couple times. loves all his country girls. carrie underwood being an anti-vaxxer threw him off though.

heavy: heavy is an opera nut. his favorite is the nose by shostakovich. has taken medic and anyone else who’s interested to any opera he can find within five hours of them. will go on AT LENGTH if allowed about it. picked up on the old man two step from demo. has found a great appreciation for hozier. oh he eats that irishman up actually. finds him to be a prolific, unsung poet of the modern day. he told scout this; said his favorite song was eat your young. scout said “oh the take me to church guy, didn’t peg you for the yearning lover type. noted”. medic heard that, gave the song a listen, came back, and stared heavy down the rest of the day. his face was unreadable. he never asked who he could possibly relate that to. and heavy did that on purpose. it was so hard for him to keep a straight face, the second he got to his room that night, he tried so hard to remain quiet, but his laughter echoed through the base. has a signed unreal unearth on accident. he thought he was just buying the regular cd. also a supporter of npr. he’s got the mug and the tote.

sniper: snipes is a genuine “i’ll listen to anything” person. he prefers podcasts anyway. he’s got a favorite song in any genre you can think of, and no interest in listening to music outside of the one “favorite song” slot per genre. there’s only like, three songs he actually ever wants to listen to when he has the itch though. and you bet your ass down under is one of them. he’s got an old walkman with cassettes that he recorded his favorite songs on over the years. he’s got maybe seven, eight of those cassettes total. he’s got some crazy live performances on there that nobody would believe for a day sniper was at. but he’ll tell you go look up pictures in the crowd, and you’ll find him everytime by his hat. this doesn’t mean he doesn’t listen to music; he just never goes out of his way to pick anything. he’s open to everything. me, personally, i think snipes would enjoy distractible. he’d find them humorous. probably listens to like…. critical and strategic dnd podcasts abt how to build encounters and craft dungeons.

medic: DEFINITELY a rave kid. made a POINT to go to the brat concert. team was just down a doctor while he went on holiday. told everyone to not die while he was gone. i mean, come on. go look at him. right now. you don’t even have to look at the fanart, you can go watch meet the medic, or literally look at his face in any panel of the comics. i’ll wait right here. welcome back. you saw that face, right? at all angles? that is the face of a young man from a time past who went by “DJDEADDOVE” and stole from the hospital he worked at in his mid twenties to sell drugs at raves and frame the intern on duty. his buyers LOVED him. you want to tell me that man DOESN’T listen to techno? you mean to tell me his synapses don’t function to erratic cracks of static and his heart is not fueled by a steady drum? you’re insane. a hard beat always takes him back to the good old days. back when he was a young man and the world was his to conquer! loves seeing the rave scene nowadays, but he doesn’t think he’s got energy like that anymore. ach! the days! how they pass!

spy: spy prefers silence most of the time. but there was one song he had a spiritual experience with. scout played fireflies by owl city offhandedly and it altered spy’s mindset, genuinely. he has never listened to it since. otherwise, he will take one (1) quiet instrument solo at a very low volume. hates brass instruments. the woodwinds can also fuck off. he will take a string instrument. percussions can stay but they’re on thin ice. he just likes to be able to hear his surroundings. when people ask him what his favorite song is he says 4’33” by john cage.

[superficial-ly]

C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[ladykailitha]

All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 17

Welp. We are in the home stretch. I’m almost done writing the last chapter and then there will be a small epilogue. Thank you so much for sharing this ride with me on this one.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

*

Edie isn’t exactly sure when it started happening, but she began to notice little changes in her dad’s eating habits. Some times he would go for seconds if he liked it or he would keep some kind of fruit on hand to snack on.

But knowing her dad’s past also helped her notice when he would get that thousand yard stare or when he would jump at certain sounds. Knowing that he had walked through hell, not just once, but multiple times was like slotting in a piece of the puzzle you didn’t know was missing. And just watching all the other pieces that didn’t make sense before form a complete picture.

She knew that they had told her was only scratching the surface. Things they weren’t directly involved in but didn’t want to know. After she was told about their past Mr Munson gave her permission to dig into the incident surrounding the actual fucking lynch mob that was led by a psychotic basketball star.

What made her the angriest was that the asshole died in the earthquake and never had to deal with the consequences of his actions. That the town took that as liberty to just sweep it under the rug. The police chief quietly resigned two years later. No one that was involved in the witch hunt was actually punished for what they did to Mr Munson.

So she decided she was going to make a long distance phone call. A very long distance phone call.

“Miss Thing!” Lily Byers greeted cheerfully. “To what do I owe this totally awesome pleasure?”

“Cousin Itt!” Edie greeted back. “How’s it rocking, girlie?”

“You know,” Lily said, “as much as I love traveling the world, I got soo super jelly of your prom pictures. I’m trying to convince Mom to let spend the last year of high school with you.”

“Just say the word, Cousin Itt,” Edie said seriously, “I will deploy the puppy dog eyes.”

Lily laughed. “I’m not quite that desperate. Yet.”

“Duly noted,” Edie said. “Hey, I need a favor. But first how much do you know about your parents’ high school days?”

“You talking normal angst filled love triangles?” Lily ask slowly. “Or are we talking about nightmare fuel?”

“Nightmare fuel.”

Lily let out a slow breath. “I got ‘read in’ last year.” Edie could feel the air quotes from here. “I’m guessing you’re new to the ‘my parents are fucked up’ club?”

“About a month I guess,” Edie said with a sigh. “Me and Harri Munson. They tell you about what happened to his dad? Eddie Munson? Not the monster shit, but the normies fucking shit up stuff?”

Lily let out another long sigh. “Yeah. The witch hunt of the century.”

“Can you please explain why your mother and father didn’t expose the fucking town the way they did the Lab?” Edie asked pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“That is a really good question, Miss Thing,” Lily said. “And I think you just gave me new leverage against my parents over the whole high school senior year dealio. I’ll get back to you.”

“Love you lots!” Edie said.

“Love you more!” Lily replied and then hung up.

“You know,” a voice said from behind her, “that’s a pretty low blow, weaponizing your cousin that way.”

Edie whirled around to see her dad leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he had an easy smile on his face.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” she said glaring at him.

“I just came to ask if you wanted pizza or kebabs tonight,” he said, his smile turning into a grin. “I did knock. A couple times in fact. But you were the one plotting world takeover with your bedroom door open.”

Edie flopped on her bed. “Is that one of the reasons we rarely get together, because we’d take over the world?”

Steve laughed. “One of many. One of many.”

Edie grinned. “I’m just correcting a miscarriage of justice is all.”

“Oh, is that all?” he asked grinning back at her. “Knowing Lily Byers like I do, I fully expect an expose by the end of the week and formal apology from the city of Hawkins and the state of Indiana to Eddie by the end of the month.”

Edie pretended to toss non-existent long hair over her shoulder. “Good.”

Steve pulled her in for a hug. “I think the reason she didn’t is because of me.”

Edie pulled away slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I think she didn’t want to stir up feelings for Eddie after he left.”

“But he left three months after,” Edie insisted. “Why didn’t she say something then?”

“Our town was nearly destroyed,” Steve reminded her. “And the government had found a scapegoat in Henry Creel, got Eddie off and all this while Eddie was still in a coma from being nearly ripped to bits. She had a lot on her mind those first three months. We all did. And then he got a record deal, he was going to be famous. She probably didn’t want to make waves for him and ruin his chances.”

“Damn it,” she sighed. “Those are all really good reason not blow up the biggest scandal since the ‘gas leak’.”

“So maybe tell Lily to ease up a bit on her mom?” Steve asked.

“Not a snowball’s chance in hell, Dad.”

Steve sighed. He figured that was the answer, but felt he had to try. At least a little.

*

School was ending and Edie and Harri both had summer school. Mandy and Kenny were free, but then they were good in school and mostly liked by the teachers.

Their rich school was a bit backwards. Probably because it had only been built in the last decade, but Mr Pearson wasn’t the only teacher that turned their noses up at old money students like Edie. She had the misfortune to be old money, too. Her family’s wealth went back as far a century at least.

She wasn’t third or even fourth generation wealthy. Her great-great grandparents were stinking rich. They were among the few families to come out of the stock market crash and Great Depression relatively unscathed. It’s why Dad’s trust fund was so sought after.

A trust fund that only grew because he may not have had a head for numbers, he had a head for business. He knew when to pull out if something was failing and when to pour more money in if they looked on the verge of discovery.

But it meant that all the teachers thought that her dad didn’t earn having his daughter at their school. So they always went a lot harder on Edie then they did her friends. All three of which had parents that came from nothing or very little to make their wealth. Mandy and Harri were both children of rock stars. Kenny’s mom invented some kitchen gadget that had taken the world by storm and now was in nearly every house in the country.

Harri was only joining her in summer school hell because two of the credits he needed to graduation next year didn’t transfer over and he had zero desire to sit with sophomores and juniors his last year of school.

“They should standardize the curriculum across the country,” Harri grumbled, kicking at a rock on their way into school.

Edie sighed. She agreed with him, but if they had she wouldn’t have a summer school buddy to be miserable with.

“I hear that,” was what she said instead. “And you should be allowed to skip a class if you don’t want to take it. As long as you get two years of math, who cares if it’s just basic math. It’s like judging a fish by its ability to climb or however that quote goes.”

“Right?” Harri agreed. “Like if what you want to go into takes heavy math that sure, you do the advanced math, but if you’re going into art and the only math you’re going to need is fractions they shouldn’t have to force you into bullshit like that.”

They both had to take a math class and a science class, so they took the same ones so that they could at least have a study buddy.

“I hate that I have to do this,” Edie groused as she flopped down in a desk somewhere near the back of the class. “It means I can’t go to the gala this year.”

“Gala?” Harri asked, sliding into the desk next to hers. “What gala?”

“The biggest event my dad does all year,” she explained, resting her head on her hands and staring off into the distance dreamily. “He’s involved in a shit ton of charities, but this is his biggest. It’s like the it party of the year and everyone foams at the mouth for an invite.”

“So why can’t you go?” Harri asked.

“Because for everyone else it’s a one night event,” Edie said, “but for my dad it’s a week long thing just prepping for it. And because I have summer school, I can’t help him. His rule has always been that I’ve been too young and that was supposed to change this year. I was going to help out and get to go. But because I have this stupid shit, I have to spend the week at Mandy’s.”

“You’re nearly eighteen,” Harri protested. “Can’t you be left home alone?”

Edie sighed. “If it was about Dad being gone all the time, sure. But it’s not. It’s held at the house. Or rather the backyard. There are people coming and going all hours of the day and night. Setting up lights, preparing food, setting up tables. It’s a whole thing. And if I want to actually pass these classes...”

Harri winced. “You can’t be around all that shit...Point well and truly taken. So what are you going to do instead?”

Edie shrugged. “Normally Mr Lawrence lets Mandy have a party that night and we stay up late watching movies, but I think the Lawrences are going this year, so I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Harri opened his mouth to ask another question, but the teacher chose that moment to walk in and they were forced to pay attention to the class.

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Part 18 Epilogue

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[colorisbyshe]

June's Monthly Music (PART DEUX!!)(I KNOW ITS TOO LONG IM SORRY)

Click here for part one (highlights being Kaytranada and Charli's albums)(listen to Cactus Water by Channel Tres who was on Kaytranada's album)

RECENT MUSIC:

Goat Girl's motorway is for the girlies into... the indie girlies. Music to reflect on your life to.

JESSIE WARE!!!!!!! & ROMY's LIFT YOU UP! Feel good dance track. Just vibrant and joyful. What a lovely way to end Pride month.

Normani FINALLY released her album. Not mindblowing (and some of the teaser versions of songs are better) but it's enjoyable to listen to all the way through. Highlights are "All Yours" which feels luxurious, "Take my Time" which is sweet and pleasant, "Insomnia" which has a sprinkling of Daft Punk in some of the vocoding, and a more energetic "Little Secrets" which closes the album out. This is a solid debut which promises greater things down the line. Good sensibilities, just needs a bit more oomph.

Spinning off of that, check out "Endless Night" by Maeta.

Tove Lo & SG Lewis are back at it again with a mini EP! Let Me Go OH OH sounds the way Kylie's Love at First Sight MV looks, if that makes sense. Busy Girl is for Cunts on the Runway. Heat is for dancing at the club. Desire is a club mix track that is generic and yet perfectly calculated--like a chocolate chip cookie made up premium ingredients.

Megan Thee Stallion has an album out and narrowing this down to a handful of tracks is hard, even with singles excluded! Rattle is scathing and yet too cool for the haters. Down Stairs DJ combined with Where Them Girls At has convinced me she needs to collab with Cupcakke*. Worthy is summery and poppy. Spin with Victoria Monet will have you doing body rolls without even realizing, Otaku Hot Girl is a fun sample... I forgive her for insulting Sasuke avis I know where she's coming from lol.

Nayeon's album is kinda hit or miss to me but I love ABCD's bigger than life energy and the dance break in the MV. HalliGalli is just like refreshing fruit punch on a hot day

Despite not feeling the title track, Red Velvet did pull through with some music you can just float around to, Last Drop and Night Drive would be nice to wade into the ocean and stare up at the stars to. Bubble has an almost 80s Jpop veneer to it. And Love Arcade gives the album some energy it very much needed, lol. Not my fave RV project but not the bummer I expected!

She, this blog's namesake, has a new mini album! Spectral Touch and With You are expansions of She's Chiptune sound but maybe with some appeal you might find in Kavinsky's music--not the same sound at all but that sort of "driving at night through neon lights" type vibe.

The Used has a new album out, it's more of the same, but I loved the video game trailer bombasticness of Depression Personified and the return to an older whininess (said with fondness) in Before I Leave. Emos, check it out.

Catharsis by 9mm Parabellum Bullet is more rock music. Japanese and surprisingly melodic, this track is haunting. Maybe Buck-Tick enjoyers should check it out.

If you liked the Tove Lo ep, check out Baddy on the Floor by Jamie xx. Honey Dijon absolutely elevates this track into transcendence.

Amaarae said "Fountain Baby Part 2!!!" this! is a swooning afrobeats track, wanted is a song that crawls to you and up your body and grabs your hips, and sweeeet is such a natural evolution of Fountain Baby. This whole project is worth a listen!

TuNGSTeN is by Hiroyuki Sawano (TECHNICALLY a different project than my other shout out) and it's just evocative and makes me clutch at my chest but also wanna run.

Power of Two by Victoria Monet. Idk why she's doing a Star Wars song but... fuck, she hit it out of the fucking park. It's like of Kendrick/Sza's All the Stars had a dark, more cosmic child.

Lynch. has some more Japanese metalcore for anyone interested. Standouts are the frantic Un Deux Trois and A Fierce Blaze while the track Remains might appeal more to the crowd who wants more of the melodic bits that Catharis had. Buck-Tick fans I'm saying try out Remains. Not as good but you'll see the vibe

Getting no Sleep by Tinashe is a surprising follow up to Nasty but suuch a good follow up to her album BB/Angel and its more cerebral elements.

"Know You Did" by bongjeingan is a korean indie rock song not afraid to get WEIRD with it. This is a song that is everything all at once. Goes surprisingly hard at the end.

Somethin Bout You by The Knocks and Holiday87 ft Betsy feels like a dream of the 80s had by someone who passed out at the club after too much fruity drinks.

"Security" by Raleigh Ritchie (AKA LOUIS FROM IWT!V!) is a a more lowkey track than some on this but the lyrics are relatable and I remain charmed by his blunt writing style--he gets to the heart of the matter and carves at it.

OLDER MUSIC I'VE BEEN INTO:

"Shout" SawanoHiroyuki[nZk]. Type of song that worked great for a Trigger adventure anime (but not dunmeshi lol).

Selecta by Chase & Status ft Stefflon Don. Dancehall drum & bass great for playing a first person shooter. Click heads and bop.

9m88 was recced to me and while I haven't explored much, "Love Rain" is crooning and jazzy and a song that exists outside of time.

A throwback older than some of my followers Sonique's Sky is just good eurodance.

*this month was too stacked and i haven't listened her new album but i WILL!!

[drdt-headcanons]

I wanna do one HC per character :)

Teruko Tawaki ~ She’s gotten into the craziest trouble before. Like she’s probably been framed for a crime and then let out at like the last second, or joined a gang by accident and then ran away.

Xander Matthews ~ He is a huge history buff and although he doesn’t agree with most things in history, he uses successful tactics other historical advocates used for his own protests and rebellions.

Charles Cuevas ~ his parents were highly against him doing chemistry, and had no idea he was even pursuing it until he won an award in highschool for it. They knew he took chemistry class and aced it, but they didn’t know the hours he spend after school were not actually gardening, but it was him studying and doing high level chemistry experiments.

Ace Markey ~ he tried to be a basic white boy back in middle school to become more popular, but he missed the memo and accidentally ended up dressing like a basic white girl instead 😭

Arei Nageishi ~ she’s definitely a hello kitty girl, but the stereotypical bitchy one

Rose Lacroix ~ she’s drank the paint water so many times by mistake she can’t even differentiate the taste between real water and paint water anymore

Hu Jing ~ Hu can also play a lot of other instruments! Although she prefers and likes the Zither out of all of them, she plays piano, acoustic guitar and cello if her high school needed that instrument for smth or someone around town did.

Eden Tobisa ~ Eden was that one super goody two-shoes back in highschool. She always did volunteer work, had pretty good grades, was the founder or in many activist clubs.

Levi Fontana ~ definitely dresses in women’s clothes. He believes clothes aren’t gendered, but he doesn’t go out wearing “women’s clothes” bc he’s worried that his reputation would be slandered.

Arturo Giles ~ he used to own all the ‘girly toys’ like LEGO Friends, and instead of building the kit, he made all the characters have the most insane, toe-curling, suspenseful drama with each other and he would narrate it and do all the voices.

Min Jeung ~ Min gives the meanest death stare. She would get teased in school for having no social life, but once she stared you down, you’d never make fun of her again.

David Chiem ~ He sets his alarm for an hour earlier than he actually has to get up, because it takes him an hour to get up and motivated and out of bed.

Veronika Grebenishchikova ~ She does insane things to impress people she has a crush on. Once, she made a heart that looked and felt exactly like a human heart and gifted it to the person she liked. After that, her reputation was basically ruined.

J Rosales ~ J definitely had a middle school emo phase. Once she disappeared from the media, she cut her hair, dyed it black and started listening to MCR and acted like her life sucked. The rebellion is still in her, but she’s matured and just prefers boyish clothes and dad-rock more than anything.

Whit Young ~ the biggest pop fan to exist. He knows every popular song, artist, but the catch is he only knows them if it’s a female singing. He couldn’t give a crap about male singers.

Nico Hakobyan ~ only likes cartoon shows that star animals, like Bluey. They also like books that star animals, but they prefer to see the animals animated on screen.

//I didn’t mean for this to get so long but ty and I hope you enjoyed the HCs!!!

:)

[saphrxn]



-> what is your favourite doll you own

-> what is your favourite doll you DONT own

-> what's the most you've ever customized one of your dolls

-> you don't know much about the movies but do you know any of the songs they made back in the day (because those were bangers)

tell us everything tell tell tell tell tell >:)

in order..

my favorite doll is pretty n punk meygan !! shes my absolute favorite doll i had her as a child and im def getting her repro as well !! im just missing her bulldog Gavin 😭

my holy grail is that dum little Marie Antoinette cloe doll for the costume party line cos I like historical dolls and for Bratz this is the closest I'll get lol!! and this isn't Bratz but the my scene masquerade madness Chelsea :( I miss her...

as for customizing, i haven't done it yet but I wanna make an lol surprise doll I have get brown eyes instead of green, idk shell look so cute cos she's got black hair like me :) and this is ooak level shit but im doing the og winx club girlies using monster high dolls. if anyone knows if g3 bodies and g1 heads fit lmk 🗣️

and i was never into doll media involving Bratz even tho theyre my favorite doll line but!!! my favorite doll movie is actually barbie in the nutcracker!! i use to see it every time Xmas came around, and i found a DVD online and am thinking abt buying it...👀 as for music i am Very Strict abt music and was just simply not interested, but lmk what u recommend!! Someone on doll Twitter mentioned that bratz rock angelz was on Spotify??

[measuringbliss]

Glee Rewatch 1x20. What's the Glee Club all about, in the end?

At the time I'm writing this, I'm half-comatose because today sucks and I never sleep enough so I guess it's time to continue my rewatch!

Thankfully Principal Figgins is just as delirious as I am as he's very scared of colored hair and sick-ass outfits.

I'm Team Alice by the way. Jasper can join in if he wants.

(Are you confused? This post might enlighten you!)

Figgins's argument against gothic fashion makes just as much sense as my university department's decision to forbid laptops and phones, that is to say, you can easily debunk it and it is mind-numbing that such a person is in charge of, well, anything.

Thankfully this is Glee we're talking, and surely people IRL are much more thoughtful and logical and aren't complete asses, right?

Needless to say, the viewer is supposed to be on Tina's side here and she's absolutely right to scare Figgins away later in the episode by pretending to be a vampire.

Look at them! Burt and Kurt are on the same wavelength (look at the patterns!). That's good to see. The party is deceitful, just like Kurt's behavior towards Finn. There's lights, mirrors, ~ethnic food~ that is actually just tuna, it's artificial, it's trying to make Finn feel welcome, but it doesn't work because it's *too much*, just as Kurt's actions towards Finn. It's too much and it's not going to end well.

I love how the shortage of red lace and tinsel is a clear sign for the Glee Club that Vocal Adrenaline is doing Lady Gaga.

This trio is a very peculiar one. Color-wise, Quinn has been wearing red a lot recently. She's giving me Little Red Riding Hood vibes. Who's the wolf? Society, obviously. Society's gonna try to dry up Quinn's hope and faith to make a mindless zombie of her. Thankfully we all know she ends up marrying Rachel so everything's fine. They both wear blue! Mercedes meanwhile is set apart by wearing black and grey.

As much as I'm not into Shelby as a character, the scene where she sings Funny Girl and Rachel understands she's her mother is very beautiful. It's one of those rare, great Glee moments.

I think Shelby knew Rachel was in the room. She had to know, right? Do you think she decided on the Gaga number specifically so that Rachel would notice and investigate it?

As usual Will and Finn's clothes are very similar in spirit.

I guess this is the part where I mention I was at one of Gaga's Chromatica concerts? I'm no Gaga afficionado but the music was really good! She was very touching too, although I didn't particularly care about her "I play piano and sing" parts but to each their own, right? I enjoyed the experience. It was essentially a Pride Parade.

Anyway Kurt and Tina are rocking those outfits, and Quinn is jealous. Do we need to analyze those outfits? Kurt's is extravagant, you can't miss the pointy shoulders (a play on typical masculine shoulders that are more rounded), open collar (decolletage), the wig (higher status). Tina's is a bit more puzzling because we generally see less of Tina. The diadem is foreshadowing for season 4 (no it's not) and Tina's general development past S2 (no it's not); she's bubbly in this scene in a stark contrast to her goth persona from before. She's a side character who has multiple sides!

Quinn is all in pink! Suits her well, obviously, she looks like a real princess (the dress, the long gloves, the tights and shoes), if a bit rock'n roll-ish, say Louis XIV's court mixed with Interstella 5555. She tries to seem all girly and typical, but there's a strong personality underneath. Also, her spiky thing next to Tina's bubble is certainly a recipe for disaster. Gosh I love her outfit.

Mercedes's outfit is diva-esque but like Kurt there's an emphasis on the shoulders, mixing masculinity and feminity and exagerating it to the point of burlesque. I'm... not very fond of her look but she does rock it.

(Side note please Mike gimme your entire wardrobe.)

Santana's outfit is very precocious in terms of the show, as she hasn't yet developed much of a character but it's *exactly* the aesthetic she goes for later in the series. Dark, showy, sultry, and exceedingly distingued. Very classy.

Brittany's outfit is weird in that "old sci-fi series" department, the kind that is ridiculous. It somehow works on her. I have no idea what the lobster is supposed to mean. Is it astrology-related?

The scene between Finn, Kurt and later Burt is hard to watch. It's sad for everyone involved, but I think it was absolutely necessary. Kurt needed to be told that his behavior was inappropriate and made Finn genuinely uncomfortable. And Finn needed to hear Burt's talk to have a good look at himself.

And you know what? I admire Finn's courage to try and make ammends the next day. The next day! It's one of his characteristics, he's always trying to do his best, even when he's lost. And here, he knows that he was bad and shows himself as more mature than Kurt, who refuses to talk about it.

"I'm proud to be different. It's the best thing about me." is totally something I would say. You can really feel that the writers knew what they were doing with Kurt, he feels real and resonates in a way a lot of other characters simply don't.

Anyway, the episode ends on a cute note! And I personally feel a bit better. Isn't that what the Glee Club is all about?

[butterflywonz]

I miss you

And john is hot😔

I screamed so loud when they asked him to help me out of the rock pool... He was already keeping my fking crutch istg I wanted to cry in the water...

Nathan look like 🥢, I'm fr so mad at Rebecca for doing that bro... LIKE HIS EAR PHONES WEEE OUT AND EVERYTHING, but I could here him humming behind me which was cute, I mean I kinda have to be friends with Rebecca, cuz I'm nice 🙂 ( and she has a fucking Voodoo doll and I'm not risking shit) sooo yeah... Tortoise looks like he spells special in a specific way..(spechal) I have to stay at school till 5:30 Tommorow 😱 cuz MOS kpop society and also wp, so I might kms soon 😙...

So yeahhhh, also ,lamo is our thing, so is cumpy, so is 1bedroomapartmentguy, so is 🫡👀(Justin), so is " this one Mwah Mwah" so is Bessie chasing us, so is deep throating popsicles (Wtf was wrong with us…??) So is speaking made up languages at night *click click*, so is making fun of me stander 🏍️⚰️, so is thinking we're going to get raped by Justin Truscott, so is Mr kolesky saying penis infront of us, so is the fact that we've never kissed before ( we haven't?) So is the shirtless pics we got from Zachary (she's beautiful but she not my type), so is Abraham as a hole (wait no not like 🕳️, so whole?) So is his nipple tbh, so is going home late afterschool, so is that crazy looking girly telling you not to take pics of her man even though we were taking pics of Kakas, so is me accidentally walking into the unisex bathroom and getting the biggest shock of my life seeing Joshua (gr 11) and thinking I was in the wrong bathroom... And then having a conversation with bradlen... So is when we went on that ride at play land, so is when we thought they were playing FEVER at a children's birthday, so is when we got into the car ready to go home from said children's birthday party actual attractive people arrive, so is us randomly saying cum, so is that guy face timing us to jerk off, so is Chris's cock (I'm sorry) so is monkey as a app, so is Eric from Portugal ( more like Thabo from Nigeria) so is us being racist towards each other(and Fatima) so is the fact that zaarah gives off lesbian vibes, so is the fact that Willow makes me wanna actually rip out my intestines and shove them down her throat to make her stfu, so brownwon..., so is randomly doing antifragile in the middle of BayWest, so is shit talking nirvana cuz we just don't like her, so is randomly "AHHHHHHHH" when we see someone moderately attractive, so is pretending my knee is choking, so is the dislocation of my knee, so are these 2 year old bad boys, so are those yellow and blue woosan birds, so is pause games, so is convincing jaylin soobin died, so is me crying because.. "what If heeseung kills himself" , so is Daniel making me cry 3 times..., so is making jokes about making Jason more handicap, so is reading ff's together, so is the fact that this is so fucking long..., so is us shit talking your mother... With your father, so is lukho flashing us, so is us learning a dance and forgetting it, so is us disliking some idols... Just because, so is you making me come home crying in grade 5, so is us being not even being friends..., so is the fact that I would do anything for you... And also so is the fact that we PLANNED YOU RUN AWAY!?!?!?!?! love you babes, I miss you too.... Theres loads more but like....

ALSO ASBLF I UNDERSTAND IF YOU DIDN'T READ ALL OF THIS...

Im anonymous so like... I could be Anyone ...

So like leaked intak 😻 pics?!?!

PLEASE TELL ME NOWW RAAAAHHHHH okay bye ml

OH MY WORD WIFEY I MISS YOU SO SO SO MUCHHHH!!!

im so sick RN so I can't come to but pls tell the kpop club ppl that I wna join but I'm DYING WOOHOO

dude Nathan is hot

ALSO I'M NOT ALLOWED TO USE THIS PHONE ANYMORE THIS IS ME BEING SHNEECCEE AT MIDNIGHT

I love you sosoosososososososososo much and I appreciate the long ask (I read it all btw) I ALSO DON'T LIKE WILLOW<3

Wtf is ety coz Ik what what wp is and stuff but ETY? WHAT'S YOUR ETY WHATS YOUR ETY.

apparently the kpop club does BEAT stuff during the year too🐢

Ha yeah tortoise us hot:)

Love you babes I miss you<3

Btw "MY KNEE IS CHOKING, SOMEONE WITH BRACES, CURLY HAIR AND LOTS OF BADGES PLEASE HELP!!!!"

[forays-into-fiction]

In the DM’s Chair

You drop in on Eddie during Hellfire Club and unintentionally distract him a little, he decides to show you who’s boss.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist  

Minors DNI

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Corruption Kink, Bondage, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Oral Fixation/Oral (Female Receiving, Mentions of Male Recieving), Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Master, Bambi, Sweetheart), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Exhibitionism, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You’re at the diner with Eddie grabbing a bite to eat after another Hellfire Club session. A group of jocks and their girlfriends came in not long after you, celebrating the Tigers latest win. One of the group, you’re not even sure who, manages to bump the waitress as she’s passing your table. 

A glass of water on her tray topples splashing everywhere, leaving a growing wet patch over your chest. There’s apologies all around and the waitress rushes off to grab you some napkins. Eddie’s eyes lock onto your tits as the material becomes translucent.

“Awww, ‘m all wet now.” You pout up at him pinching the rapidly dampening blouse away from your chest.

His eyes snap up to yours and he lets out a low groan, “Fuck… Bambi, I know, I know you didn’t mean it like that… but fuck when you look at me all cute and innocent saying things that sound dirty… goddamn. I just wanna bend you over this table right now anyone that sees be damned.”

You let out a little gasp, “Eddie, you don’t… actually want people to see us, do you?”

“No… no, I know we’d get in trouble, like serious trouble… but it is kinda hot to think about, isn’t it?”

You giggle shyly, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yeah, kinda… does it make you hard? Staring at my tits through my wet shirt. Imagining me bent over the table, skirt flipped up while you just pound into me…You know, I’m actually getting a little wet now… like that.”

“Fuck-ing hell… I… as soon as we’re done here-”

“Your van? The bathroom? No one will see us, but they might hear us.” You offer.

“Van. Definitely the van.” He rips out his wallet and slaps down a handful of cash to cover the bill. He spins in his seat and grabs the edge of the table and the side of the seat, hauling himself out of the booth. He grabs your arm and drags you up from your seat, you pout and protest weakly, “Hey, I didn’t get to finish my milkshake.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you something better to suck on than that flimsy little straw.”

You follow after him eagerly, “Yeah?”

He holds the door open for you to pass through nodding his head, “Yeah… I’ll even let you pick what you get to suck on too, as long as you give me a good look at your tits in that wet shirt.”

He walks beside you to his van, you giggle and tease along the way, “Perv.”

“You love it. And you’re just as pervy as me.” He retorts.

“Oh, am I now? No more Miss ‘cute and innocent’, huh?”

“You secretly love that too… I know you. I know your deal. You just fucking love my whole corruption kink thing, don’t ya?” He taunts back with determination.

You clutch a hand to your damp chest dramatically, drawing his eyes back there, “Me? Nooooo, whatever do you mean?”

He lets out a growl and draws you in closer to him pulling you along the rest of the way.

He unlocks the van and takes a breath, “Ok, let me just pull ‘round back. People may get a little suspicious of the van rocking away in the middle of the diner parking lot.”

You give a mock scandalised gasp as he leads you to the back of the van, “Oh, no what would people think? The horrible, evil, devil-worshiping drug dealer corrupting poor, little innocent ‘ol me.”

He opens the door, leaning against it, eyes darting between yours and your chest, “Oh, you’re really trying to get me worked up now, huh? Really playing into that corruption kink? Don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you too.”

You pout looking at him through your lashes, “Oh, but it does sir, you know me too well.”

“You’re fuckin’ right I do. Now get in the back and strip.” He demands. You grin back at him and practically skip into the back of his van.

He slams the door behind you, palm still on the cool metal, he closes his eyes briefly and sighs before adjusting himself in his jeans.

He wastes no time in lingering there, quickly re-parking his van out of sight. You’ve settled in in the back, amongst the pillows and blankets that he now kept there, plenty of them your own additions and wildly out of place for his style. You’d taken off about as much as your shoes and socks before the doors to the back are opening and he crawls in to join you, capturing your lips in a heated, hurried kiss before breaking away. You look into his lust clouded eyes and he growls, “Thought I told you to strip?”

You give a little smirk before responding, putting on a delicate voice and wide puppy dog eyes, “But Sir… I can’t. What will people think?”

Your scandalised whisper has him groaning, he falters for a moment and you double down crossing your arms over your chest averting your gaze dramatically, “Please don’t look, my shirt’s all wet and I’ve got nothing to preserve my modesty.”

“Fuuuuuck… you wanna play it like this? Fine. We’ll do this.”

You look back to him with a giggle and place a hand on his chest, “You going to ruin me? Strip me off and convince me to let the ‘devil-worshipping drug dealer’ have his way with me? That’s not what good girls do.”

He grabs your wrist giving you a glare, “No good girls don’t, but I’m going to turn you into my good little slut instead.”

You whimper a little as he pulls your arm away from his chest, releasing it to run that hand over your own. His eyes don’t leave your tits, enveloped in the damp fabric of your blouse, until he speaks again, “You got all wet huh, sweetheart? Maybe we should take that off to dry?”

You pout up at him giving him a wordless nod, he in turn begins popping open the buttons of your shirt ever so slowly. Once he has it hanging open loosely, he trails his fingers over the swell of your breast above your lacy little bra, sending shivers over your body. 

You pull yourself free of the blouse, letting it fall away completely. His fingers meet the chain dangling above your cleavage and he pulls you into another heated kiss, grinding himself against you briefly, you gasp into his lips at the feel of his hard length pressing up against you through the fabric of both of your clothing.

He pulls back to tease, “You gonna help me with that, sweetheart? You gonna let a pervert like me have his way with you?”

You make a sound deep in the back of your throat, nodding in agreement “Hnnnn… yes, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, reaching around you to unclasp your bra, “Not such a good girl now, are you? Giving in so easy…”

You try to buck up into him and he gives you a look, “So, very easy to turn you into a slut, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, sir.” You counter breathily.

“Ffuuuck…” Eddie groans, before scrambling to tear off his own clothing. As he fumbles with his belt and yanks down the zipper of his jeans, he instructs you to take off your skirt too.

You wriggle out of it, letting it pool beneath you where you sit. He pulls his cock out of his boxers stroking himself, taking a few passes and spreading his precum. He releases his length, plunging his hand into your panties, “Shit… Bambi, you weren’t lying. You really are fucking wet.”

You manage a small hum as his fingers tease you, “Mmmhhm… for you… gonna be a good slut, for you.”

He hisses, “Jesus H Christ… please. Let… lemme fuck you…”

“Fucking ruin me.” You gasp against him, pulling him in for another kiss.

He removes your panties hastily barely wasting a second before gripping his cock, lining it up with your needy, dripping cunt and sliding in all at once in a single thrust. The pair of you groan together at the sensation as your hips meet.

He pulls back eyes half-lidded and pants out, “’m not… not gonna last long.”

You grasp at his shoulders desperately and whine as he begins pumping into you, “Me toooo…”

The van is filled with each of your desperate, pathetic sounds and the wet slap of skin on skin.

He brings a hand down to press into your clit, leaving you gasping, “Ooooohhh fuck… like that.”

He groans, “Yeah? You gonna cum with me? Be a good little slut for me?”

You give an answering moan, “Yesss… cum inside me… let everyone see what a whore you turned me into.”

He gives a strangled cry, thrusts losing any rhythm they once had, his hand pressing against you more insistently, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock… cum for me.”  

Your nails dig into his shoulders as all that tension that had been mounting finally snaps and the slick walls of your channel constrict around him, gripping him tightly over and over. His cock throbs within you, your release triggering his own, the two of you panting heavily.

You fall back into the pile of pillows and blankets and he follows along, collapsing against you. You lay there for a moment both of you still catching your breath, pressed against on another, Eddie’s cock still sheathed inside you. Eddie props himself up a little and catches your gaze, he laughs, you giggle back at him.

“Geez, all that ‘cause someone spilled a bit of water on you, huh?”

You prod at him, “Don’t tease.”

He eases his softening length out of you and flops down beside you before pulling you to lay on top of him.

“Should go around splashing water on you more often.” He taunts.

 The following week, you have some time to kill before you have to leave for Hellfire Club. You have the house to yourself for now, you’ve been planing a surprise for Eddie, experimenting a bit with self-tying. You decided to test out a couple of ideas, something around your legs, another design around your torso. 

You just couldn’t help but think of him when you spotted his favourite lengths of rope amongst your collection. Picking out the soft, silky ropes you practically skip back to your bed ridding yourself of your clothing along the way. 

Working away meticulously, you ensure everything is symmetrical and more importantly testing the tightness.You move to check your progress on your legs in your mirror and continue there with your chest.

Once you’re happy with everything you do a little twirl and giggle at your reflection, Eddie will love it. You sigh happily at the thought and glance at the clock on your bedside table.

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be late.” You gasp and tug at the knots around your calves, unraveling the rope hurriedly. You struggle with the chest harness you’d constructed around yourself, but there’s no time. You give up grumbling, “Fuck, it’ll just have to stay on.”

You pull on your previously discarded skirt. Ignoring the rumpled top on the floor, you pull out a new blouse, shrugging it on and buttoning it over the silky ties you’d placed on yourself. You scramble for your keys, grasping at the fuzzy little charm on the end and rush out to your car.

You pull into the Hawkins High parking lot in record time, right next to Eddie’s van. When you burst into the drama room a little out of breath you apologise, interrupting Eddie’s narration. He looks up angrily until he realises it’s you, “Bambi! Thought you weren’t going to make it this time. C’mon take a seat, here right by me.”

Mike grumbles in Dustin’s ear, “He’d never let any of us get away with that shit.”

Eddie fixes him with a glare before continuing where he’d left off, “So, as I was saying… you notice that the keep has been left unguarded, what would you like to do?”

You miss what they say as you move to grab a spare chair and position it next to Eddie.

He slips a hand under the table, resting it on your thigh rubbing his fingers lazily over the plump, soft swell of skin. He carries on with the game but you can’t keep track, distracted by his hand on you, feeling the rope brushing against your skin with every breath.

You jump as an erratic dice toss sends one toppling off the table and onto the floor. You drop down to your knees and offer up an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it!”

The die sits under the table just in front of Eddie, you shimmy further under and he inhales sharply at the sight of your ass wiggling around. He’s getting a clear view under your skirt at your lacy panties, wet patch forming on the front sticking them to your folds affording him an undeniable look at the outline of your labia.

You crawl back out die in hand, his eyes had been searching for the guitar pick around your neck, honestly they had, but in that little glance down the front of your blouse he’d spotted the rope. Barely suppressing a groan as his dick twitches beneath his jeans he offers you a hand to help you off the floor.

You give him a grin and hand him the die, standing back up, “It was a three, unless you guys want a re-roll?”

Eddie clears his throat, blush creeping its way up his neck and over his cheeks, “Nope. No re-rolls tonight, three it is. What’s that make your total, Henderson?”

He rushes through the rest of the session, growing increasingly irritable as the game progresses. One of the guys suggests they cut it short tonight, as they in turn grow ever more frustrated with the moody DM.

As the last party member leaves, he rounds on you, standing in front of you. He cages you in with his hands on the armrests of your chair, he growls, “What the shit was that, y/n?”

You look up at him innocently, you know he really means it, when he says your actual name, “What?”

“Oh, ok you wanna play all cute and innocent now. Don’t act like you don’t know what you did. Getting on your hands and knees in front of me, showing me your wet little cunt… you’re so soaked, I could fucking see every last detail, even with the panties on. And the rope? You come here with rope wrapped all around you… just ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I ummm… I swear I didn’t plan this… I… I was just practicing some knots and stuff you know and I got carried away and lost track of time and then I was struggling to get it off so I just left it on.”

He nods and says in a patronising tone, “Uh huh, sure. What about everything else then?”

“Well… of course I’m wet Eddie, you… you had your hand on my thigh just rubbing and squeezing while you spoke with that voice… I didn’t even hear what you were saying really, but just uhghh so commanding… you know how it sets me off.”

He smirks, leaning in whispering in your ear menacingly, “Really, is that all it takes to turn you into a messy little whore? My hand on on your thigh… like this?”

He gropes your leg for emphasis, his voice is deep and rumbling as he continues, “My voice in your ear, like this?”

“Edddieee…” You whine and try to squeeze your legs together, but his hand stops you, holding your leg in place.

He pulls back to look into your eyes, giving a subtle shake of his head, “Ah, ah, ah. So, what was that little stunt with the die then, hmmm?”

You pout up at him, “I just wanted to help-”

“Yeah, ‘help’ me lose all semblance of thought and concentration with a view straight up your skirt and down your top! All with that broad grin over your face, just like ‘look at me, sir… I’m all ready for you’.”

“P-please…”

“Already begging, are you, Bambi? Tell me what are you begging for?”

“You.”

“Well, princess seems to me like I need to teach you a lesson. I’m going to fuck you… right here until you’re as limp as a rag doll, then once more just to make sure you remember who your master is. You got that?”

“Yes. Yes… master.”

“Good girl. You catch on quick, don’t you? Now strip down to your underwear, let me see what you managed to do with that rope.”

He takes a step back allowing you to stand, watching you expectantly. You rise and begin shedding your clothes under his scrutinising stare. You drape them over your chair and toe off your shoes. Standing before him, arms crossed behind your back as his eyes rake over your handiwork with the rope.

He trails a finger over it and hums, “You even used my favourite colour, are you sure you didn’t plan this? Maybe you did without even realising it… maybe I put the idea in your head when I said I’d bend you over that table and fuck you right there, everyone else be damned?”

“I just… I saw this one and it made me think of you so I used it.”

“Fuck… really Bambi? You were thinking about me?”

“Yeah… wanted to test some stuff out so I could do something special for you.”

“Shit, right that’s it…” he drags you over to his ‘DM chair’, as everyone called it. He takes a seat, tilting his hips upwards as he undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans tugging them down.

He pushes his boxers aside, letting his hard cock slap up against him, he strokes over it once… twice and then pulls you closer. “Panties off.”

“Yes, Si-Master.” You duck down to comply letting your panties fall around your ankles before stepping out of them. He lifts you suddenly, you gasp as your feet leave the ground and he positions you with your legs hanging over the armrests of his chair. With your legs spread he gets a tantalising view of your glistening folds and you feel your arousal dribbling out of you.

“Fuck look at you, spread out all for me…” he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your entrance teasingly.

“So, fucking wet.” He groans, the sound reverberating through his chest.

You whimper in response and he finally tears his gaze away from your sopping wet cunt. He looks up at you taking in your slightly parted lips as you let out breathy little sighs, “Please master, fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, let me suck on those tits first.”

His gaze drops down to your chest as you arch your back, pushing your chest out towards him. His hands land on you roughly, he kneads the flesh as he growls, “So fucking perfect, I swear… and look no bra, just held up by all this pretty rope…”

He pushes your breasts together, mouthing on one while he takes care of the other with one of his hands. He works you over so well, you’d swear you could cum from this alone, but then he’s tearing his head away, lips swollen and red, eyes blown wide with lust.

“This pretty little cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He dips his fingers into your wetness with a self-satisfied smirk, pulling them away your arousal strings between you and his fingertips, “What’d I say?”

He gives his fingers a lick, never breaking eye contact with you, it sends a pulse to your clit. You bite back a moan for more, you wouldn’t put it past him to make you wait even longer if you did.

“You ready to take my fat cock like a good little slut?”

“Yes master, please. Please, fuck me. I’ll take everything you give me.”

“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” His hands drop to your hips, holding you in place, one hand slips down lower to guide his cock into you slowly.

He pushes his hips all the way up gradually, burying himself all the way inside you, his ass lifting from the seat. He pushes you down against the armrests, your legs swing as he gives an experimental thrust. Your head drops forward pressings kisses to his forehead as you gasp and moan above him, gripping the back of his chair.

“Ohh… fuck… please, again.”

He thrusts up again forcefully and you bounce along with him, the arms of the chair digging into you. He lets out a deep groan of his own, “Shit… feels so fucking good.”

His hips slam up into you, ass thumping back down into the cushioned chair on every back thrust, hands gripping you tightly, tight enough to bruise.

You tilt his head up to you with one hand and capture his lips with your own, kissing him deeply swallowing up all his grunts and groans. He bucks wildly beneath you and tugs your head back by your hair, “This what you wanted?”

His taunting is broken up by little huffs and grunts, “Hfff…You wanted to get fucked by your master right here in his DM chair?”

“Fuck ‘m close… so close. God yes, wanted this… wanted you, master.”

“Ungh… Do you wish the rest of the guys were still here so they could see what a slut you are for me?”

“Shit… ‘m gonna cum…”

“That’s it cum on my cock, squeeze your tits for me while you do.”

Your hands move from the back of the chair to push your breasts together, smushing them up with the rope that’s wrapped around them, tweaking at your nipples. You throw your head back, mouth dripping open as the head of his dick catches you in just the right spot repeatedly.

“Yeah, that’s it cum for me.”

You let out a cry of his name as you clamp down on his cock. Tugging on your nipples firmly, electricity buzzing all over your skin, radiating out from your spamming cunt. You collapse against him, but he continues pummelling away. His hands link behind your back, he pulls you in closer as with one final thrust, he stills and empties his twitching dick, deep within you. 

You let out a sigh as you feel his warm, thick release filling you with spurt after spurt. He rests there for a moment, dick still buried with in you, plugging you up, holding his cum inside you.

“Ohhh holy shit that was good.” He sighs in your ear.

You give a blissed out, “Yeeaaaahh…” in agreement and he chuckles at you.

His devilish smirk goes unseen as he whispers in your ear, “But I’m not done yet.”

You can only manage a hum in response, “Mhmm.”

He scoops you up, his dick slipping out from you, releasing a torrent of your combined cum in its wake. He stands and turns, lowering you into the chair. He lifts your legs back over the armrests again, baring your sloppy cunt to him, he watches as his cum flows out of you leaving a sticky trail. 

He spares you a quick glance and you grin back at him, “I’ll take everything you give me, master. See…” You dip a hand between your legs scooping up a glob of sticky fluid before bringing it to your lips and sucking it down with a lusty moan. You repeat the action once more, this time lingering with your fingers in your mouth as you watch his mouth drop open with a gasp.

He grabs your wrist and growls, “My fucking turn.”

He drops to his knees, hands resting on your knees as his tongue delves between your folds and he slurps up the rest of your combined cum with a lewd, wet sound. He continues to eat you out like a man starved, spreading you wide open with his hands while his tongue devours you. 

The tip of his nose nudges at your clit, his long hair tickles at your bare legs so you reach down and gather it up. His darkened gaze settles on you, looking into his eyes has your breath quickening more rapidly than before. 

You tug on his hair and he moans into your wet hole. You thrust up against him as much as he’ll allow, drawing closer and closer to your climax. His eye contact is intense, you hold on to it as you topple over the edge into bliss once more, gasping and panting. 

His tongue continues to probe into your quivering entrance seeking out all he can get of your release. When he pulls away from your ruined hole grinning all the while you let out a pathetic shuddering sigh and reach out for him.

He laughs, “I’m still not done, sweetheart. You got me all hard again with those pretty little moans and those beautiful eyes staring back at me. Also with that heavenly taste, goddamn, I swear I could spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs.”

You giggle and hum in agreement, “Hmmm, me too… I mean, buried between your thighs. Sucking on your dick and balls… God that’s fucking good.”

“You’re right when you say we’re made for each other, Bambi. Now I think I promised ‘once more to remind you who your master is’ and I think I’ll take that with you bent over the game table. How’s that sound?”

You let out a choked whimper, “Fuck master, yes please.”

He hauls you to your feet and flips you around so you’re pressed against the table. He sweeps a hand in front of you knocking over his DM screen, scattering miniatures and dice, you hear a few of the dice clack as they fall to the ground. 

You fold your arms in front of you, leaning into the table, your bare breasts brushing against the hard surface. He grabs onto the rope around your torso and pulls you back against him as he presses his chest to your back. He whispers in your ear, “I’m your fucking master. You are my little slut and don’t you ever forget that.”

He buries himself balls deep in one thrust leaving you reeling, practically knocking the air out of you. His thrusts are erratic, his breathing ragged as he forces your legs wider, sinking into you impossibly deeper. You could swear you feel him in your throat as his balls swing and slap against you. You mewl beneath him, his clothed body pressing against your own chasing his release.

You can feel his length twitching inside you, you know he’s close when you hear that telltale hitch in his breath.

He gasps into your ear, “Can you imagine it… a group of guys all just sitting around this table watching as I take you from behind. Watching as… as you fall apart on my cock, over an-and over. Everyone knows… I’m your master though… hngh… you cry out for me. You beg for me…”

You moan into the flat of the table beneath your face as he slips a hand beneath you to rub your swollen clit, “Ohhhhh…”

“Shit you… hmmm… gonna cum again, princess? Tell me who’s your master? Who’s in control here?”

“Fuck… oh god… you Eddie! You! You’re my master… and I’m your good little slut.” You tighten around his thick cock.

“Christ… yes… fuck, yes. I’m your master!” His hips stutter to a halt, unloading rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting entrance.

His climax triggers your own and your slick channel grips him ever tighter, you whine as he bites down on your shoulder.

You feel boneless slumped against the table, sandwiched between it and him, his weight bearing down on you. He pulls away and scoops you up, lowering you into his chair once again. He spots your panties on the ground and kneels to retrieve them. 

Still on his knees in front of you, he eases your panties over your legs until they settle against your sticky folds, immediately soaking up the mess of jizz that pools there.

He smirks up at you, you pout down at him, “Hey, you never took off your clothes… no fair.”

He chuckles, “I made you cum three times and you’re gonna complain that I didn’t take off my clothes?”

You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, “Yeah, ‘s better when I get to see you… all of you. It’s better when our skin touches.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Alright, wait right there.”

“Don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to, my legs are like fucking jello.” You call back to him as he goes off in search of something amongst the props from the drama class.

He reappears with a bundle of fabric, laying it out on the ground. He strips off his clothing adding it to the pile. He turns back to you giving his hips a shake, his softening dick flopping around still glistening in the low light, smeared with cum. “Like what you see? This what you wanted princess?”

You giggle and grin at him, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”

He steps closer to you grinning back at you, “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He puts on a falsetto as he continues, “‘Let Me See Your Floppy Dick’ and ‘Oh It’s So Perfect’.”

You giggle again, giving him a nudge, “Stop making fun of me.”

He slots himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in for a kiss. “‘Legs like jello’, you said?” He teases with a lopsided grin as he pulls away.

“Mhmm… fucked me real good.”

He smirks and lifts you up, you wrap your shaky legs around him as best as you can. He tosses you down gently onto the pile of fabric and clothing he’d created, following after you, flopping down beside you.

He presses into your side and you roll over to face him, finally getting your skin-to-skin contact. The pair of you grin at each other, he lets out a giddy little giggle, “We just fucked in the school… in the Hellfire Club room.”

“We’re gonna need to sanitise… everything in here, you know that?”

He whines, “Ugh… clean up can wait, just enjoy the moment.”

“I am. I love you, you know that?”

“God, I fucking love you too, Bambi.”

“So… ‘Master’? That’s a new one.” You give a curious little hum.

“Yeah, that was ok, right? I know you like ‘Sir’, don’t get me wrong I do too… love it actually, but… ‘Master’ just felt right ya know?”

He turns his head away apologising, “Sorry, I kind of sprang it on you, I should’ve probably waited ‘til we could talk about it properly…”

You tilt his head towards you, “Eddie, ‘Master’ is good, it’s sooo good… also very fitting for a Dungeon Master like you.

“Hey! You stop making fun of me, I know it’s nerdy and shit-”

You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your leg over him and straddling him, before breaking apart, “More like sexy. Also doing it in the DM’s chair… bent over the game table… in the fucking school… hell I’d let you take me on every square inch of this place.”

“Jesus H Christ. You… you’re serious? Can we… can we make this a regular thing? Friday nights D&D followed by intense, kinky sex?”

“If that’s what my Dungeon Master desires.” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yes. God yes. A million times yes. It would be a dream come true. ” He groans.

You giggle and lean back into him, “I can also keep up this ‘Master’ stuff if you’d like. Is it ok if I still use ‘Sir’ as well?”

“Oh Bambi, of course you can… and I’d really like if you used ‘Master’, thank you.”

You press your lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek. When you release his lips, you rest your forehead against his. His hands wander, tracing over the rope around your torso. He hooks a finger under the rope sitting against your hip, glancing down briefly before returning his gaze to meet yours, “You were really practicing this for me?”

“Yeah… it’s gonna be your birthday soon, wanted… guess it’s kinda ruined now, but I wanted to surprise you with it.” You admit.

A dopey grin overtakes his features, “It is not ruined at all, Bambi. ‘S cute that you wanna tie yourself up all for me like a pretty little present. I really hope you do.”

“I will… I’ve got a few more ideas to test out so it could still be a surprise.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see what you come up with… but we should probably get going now, clean up as best as we can and head home.”

“Lets.” You agree, pushing off from him and standing, offering him a hand up.

He stands and pulls you back into him for one more lingering kiss, you pull away first, “Hey, do you think you could help me out of this?”

“Of course I can, c’mere.” He begins picking at the knots, caressing your skin gently in places as he goes, “You did a really good job with this. How did you even manage to tie a bow like this behind your back?”

“It was… easy?” Confusion creeps into your tone at his apparent amazement, you explain, “It’s like tying off apron strings or hooking up a bra. No problem, like yeah you can’t see what you’re doing, but you can feel it out.”

“Hmmm, I guess. Dunno… don’t think I could do it.”

You giggle and move to collect your clothes as the last length of rope slips away from your body, “Well, that’s not really a problem unless you’re planning on tying yourself up.”

The pair of you redress as he gives another hum, “Would you…  would you like to see me tied up? We could give that a go too.”

He busies himself with coiling the rope in his hands around itself, trying not to seem overeager.

You step back towards him, trailing a hand over his chest teasingly, drawing his eyes to yours and his hands halt their actions.

You assure him, “Could be fun. We can definitely try that if you’re into it. Maybe do something where you wear some panties again, make you look all pretty in some rope… god, just thinking about that is... you’d be so pretty, I just know it. I mean you’re already a very pretty man-”

He chuckles cutting you off, “Bambi, you’re rambling, and I think you just called me ‘pretty’ at least three times. You’re into it.”

“Yeah, guess so huh? You know you’re also very handsome, just because I say ‘pretty’ doesn’t make you any less masculine. You are my big, strong man… I just-”

“I know what you mean, I don’t take any offence to it. I can be pretty and manly at the same time.”

“You know Eds, it’s very sexy how secure you are in yourself, not just about stuff like this, but everything. You are so unapologetically yourself, I love it… I love you.”

“Shit well I’m glad you think so, but there is plenty that I am insecure about.”

“I think deep down everyone is, but you are true to yourself where it matters and that is amazing.”

He looks at you with a softness in his eyes, “You’re pretty amazing yourself there, y/n… but, c’mon let’s get going I’m getting kinda tired now.”

“You wanna come back to my place? I can drive us.”

“Oooh, you trying for round four now?” He taunts.

You slap his arm playfully, “Perv. No, my place is closer and you can close your eyes for a bit in the car… and I’ll get to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Love it when you take care of me. Yeah, let’s go to your place Bambi, I’ll cuddle you as good as I fuck you.”

You giggle, “Well, I am in for some phenomenal cuddles then.”

He laughs with you, “Sure are.”

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Senior Year - It's a tie (part 3)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader/ y/n Henderson

Context: y/n is Dustin's big sister. The events of S1 to S3 have happened with y/n being a part of it to some extent. S3 ends differently with Hopper escaping the Russians with Joyce and Murray. Joyce and Hopper made it to Enzo at some point and they are now happily dating. Joyce didn't move to California so the gang is all together in Hawkins.

Dustin's and y/n dad died a few years ago. He was Hopper and Joyce's high school friend so they are very close to the family. Hopper is y/n godfather.

I don't know yet if some of the events of S4 will happen in this serie, but I can promise that Eddie will be safe if they do.

Summary: Y/n is starting her senior year as Eddie's starts his third one. They know each other from being in the same high school, but are not really friends. She likes him. Good thing her little brother is now a part of the Hellfire Club.

Warnings: (for the whole serie) mention of dead parents, mention of drugs and alcohol, swearing, slow burn, flirting, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, smut 18+.

Author's note: I want this will be a serie. English is not my first language. Also, this is my very first time writing fanfic. Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. Thanks!

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Today's study time is at the Munson's trailer. Physics test tomorrow. It's not your first time here but it is your first time studying in the coziness of Eddie's bedroom. You like it. Him letting you in is little universe. His room is messy and so full of stuff but it's so him. The posters, the cassettes, the books, the guitars, his art... Eddie everywhere. You feel confortable and so does he. You got in this little routine of studying at your place or his place and it's peaceful.

You take a break and start looking at all of his cassettes while Eddie devours the peanut butter cookies you made.

"Those are delicious" he says moaning "See anything you like?" he asks.

"Nope" you quickly reply.

"Ouch" Eddie.

You laugh "No seriously, I see a few bands I do know and appreciate. Like AC/DC, Metallica and Black Sabbath. But I don't know much about metal. You'll have to give me metal music lessons... if you want to".

He smiles "I'd like that. So what kind of music do you listen to?".

You smile softly and you join him sitting on his bed "Well, my father was a big fan of music. Specially rock, but anything, even a little bit of country. He had this huge vinyl collection. To name a few, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Bruce Springsteen, Queen, Fleetwood Mac, The Who, Lyrnd Skyrnd, ZZ Top even Dolly Parton. I love all kind of music but anything in my dad's music collection holds a special place for me".

"Most of those names are classic rock legends. I respect that... but you lost me at country and Dolly Parton" he grins.

"There will be no disrespecting of Dolly in my presence. Or I will retaliate by giving you country music lessons" you threaten.

You both laugh "I also like more recent girly stuff like Madonna and Cyndi Lauper of course. They are icons. Girl power".

"Oh yeah, what are your favorite songs?" he asks.

"Girls just want to have fun all though the night" You say as you look into his eyes with a little smirk.

He blushes and smiles "Oh I see what you did there miss, putting those two titles together to make it sound more dirty".

"Ok, what about you? Any favorites by those legends?" you tease.

"Crazy for you like a virgin" he proudly responds. Using your own technique right back at you.

It's your turn to blush. "Ok, it's a tie on this round! I have to say, I am impressed by your Madonna knowledge"

"Ok, now what about movies?" he asks smiling "I already know horror is not your best categorie".

"I suppose it's yours?" he nods with enthousiam "Oh boy, future movie nights won't be easy" you say playfully rolling your eyes.

You both smile "I like sci-fi, action, fantasy, comedy. Not a big fan of romance movies" you continue.

"No? Not a fan of Sixteen Candles?" he asks mockingly.

"No way! Have you seen that movie? It's just plain creepy... yuck" you grimace "But I did like Breakfast Club however! Don't think it qualifies as romance. By the way, meant to ask you, is Bender inspired by you or the other way around?" you tease.

He throws his pillow at you. Big grin on his face.

"Ok, favorite movies?" you ask.

"Horror: The Shining" he responds "Not horror: Ghostbusters. What about you?"

"Read The Shining, could not see it. Too scary. The twins... Very favorite movie is Back to the Future. Clear winner. For my second, i'm right with you on Ghostbusters. Loved it".

"Really? I'm impressed. Favorite character. Venkman?".

"Nope, no integrity. Ghostbuster is a serious business. Spengler is the best. You?".

"Spengler too".

You could talk about anything for hours. And you do most of the time. Conversation is easy with Eddie. Getting your attention back to studying Physics... not so much.