#i swear this blog is gonna make me sound like i hate her

[lecoindecachou]

I have Taylor Swift fatigue.

[heavenlycloud]

quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

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cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

[captainlunaxmen]

Just a Little More

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve's over Nancy, and there's a girl on his mind. One night out and some flirting might lead to a jealous Steve getting drunk.

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

I'm not a party person. I'm definitely not a party person.

The music is too loud, the people are... too many. I don't know how Steve always manages to drag me in these things.

And yet, here I am, once again.

"C'mon, don't give me that face," he tells me as we walk to the house hosting the party. "You need to go out more,"

"I'm fine as I am. Thanks" I complain. "you just insist because you need moral support"

"For what?" He asks, faking innocence.

"You want to see Nancy"

"That's... no, okay? I'm over her. I swear." He says confidently "my eyes are on someone else now"

"Oh yeah?" I ask, with a surprised laugh "and who might that be?"

"I'm sure you already know her" he answers.

"Please don't tell it's Robin" I beg, I couldn't even warn him.

"Nah, don't worry." He says wrapping an arm around my shoulders urging me to walk faster towards the party "you'll find it out... sooner or later"

"Whatever"

I hope he's not gonna have his heart broken again. I hated seeing him after the break up with Nancy.

We've been friends for a little while now. We got closer last year after an alternate dimensional creature attacked me, Nancy, Jonathan and him at Byers' house. He turned out to be not so much of an asshole, he even became my brother's best friend... big surprise. And now we're here.

As we enter the big house we're instantly surrounded by music, people and a strong smell of alcohol.

"Want something to drink?" Steve shouts over the music in my ear.

"No, thanks" I shout back.

"I'll be right back" he tells me.

"I'll go get some air"

He gives me a 'already?' look, nods and goes to the kitchen I suppose.

Yep, I decide I already need some air so I try to find my way to the back.

I walk through the sea of people dancing and chatting at the party as quickly as possible until I successfully get to the back.

Luckily there are a very few people, some are smoking and some are... holding their heads, feeling dizzy probably.

I try to enjoy the moment of peace, my mind wandering about who the girl Steve has a crush on now might be. Especially since he told me I know her.

Could it be Casey from my art class?

Or maybe it's Kelly...

I really can't-

"Hello there"

A voice interrupts my stream of thoughts.

Turning around I find myself face to face with none other than Billy Hargoves himself.

"Uh... Hi" I politely say, turning back around away from him.

I sense him walking beside me, he doesn't speak, though I can feel his eyes on me. The gesture makes me more nervous as seconds go on.

I try to not acknowledge him tok much, hoping he'd get tired and walk back inside, but unfortunately he stays.

Where the hell is Steve when I need him?

"I feel very lucky tonight" he casually say.

"Why's that?" I ask, knowing there's no way to ignore him anymore.

"Because I finally got you on your own and not attached to Harrington's hip" he answers with a grin.

"Yeah... uhm.. he's just getting something to drink. He... he'll be here sooner or later" I nervously laugh, trying to sound as casual as him.

"The later the better" he says softly.

"Uhm..." I think of something to say but nothing comes out.

"You tutor my sister, right? Well.. my step-sister" he asks.

"Yeah,I think. Max, right?"

"That's her. She always talks about you with my father and his girlfriend. She always talks about how nice and gentle you are" he speaks softly, slightly leaning towards me.

"Yeah.. well, that's nice of her..." I say, not looking at him "I only try to make her feel as comfortable as I can"

"And we all appreciate it" he basically whispers in my ear.

I step away, but I tripp into what looks like a vase and almost fall.

Billy's hands quickly catch me, helping me up, but even when I'm up straight again he doesn't let go. His grip isn't tight, I could shrug it off, but I can't seem to anyway.

"Careful there, gorgeous" he winks.

"Sorry... uh... thanks" I finally get out of his grip.

"My pleasure" he says looking down at me. He's still very close to me and as soon as I can catch his eyes falling to my lips, I take a deep breath turning my head to look back inside for Steve.

"Uhm... I think I'll go find Steve... I'll see you around" I say walking past him, but he moves to block my way.

"I'm sure he's fine. Stop worrying about him, for once... and" he moves his hand to rub, so slightly, my arm. "And start to worry about yourself... maybe we-"

He's cut off by Steve's voice.

"There you are!"

He's drunk... already?

"Ah! King Steve finally joined us!" Billy declare sarcastically.

"Are you drunk already?" I ask.

"Me? I could never..." he walks towards us, but almost fall as he nears.

"Yeah... sure" I say unconvinced.

"Damn... don't you look stunning..." he hiccups.

"Yeah. Okay. We're going." I state.

"No no no no no no" Steve blurts out. "You were having fun with him. Keep... keep going"

Oh god...

"C'mon Steve." I try to grab him to make him walk, but he yank himself away, falling to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm okay" he quickly blurts out.

I let out a bug frustrated sigh, thinking about how to bring him home.

"Need a help taking his ass home?" Billy suddenly asks.

"I... you don't" I start.

"It's no trouble, sweetheart" he grins. "C'mon"

He grabs Steve's arm and lifts him up, helping him walk all the way to Billy's car.

"Open the door" he tells me and I rush to open the backseat door so Billy can make Steve lay there.

Then Billy and I get in as well and he starts to drive.

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"Thanks, Billy" I say as Billy help Steve sit on the couch in Steve's house.

"No problem, sweetheart" he smirk looking back at me. "Take care, King Steve" he adds sarcastically

I walk him to the door.

"You know...how about you and I finish what we started earlier?" He suggests.

"Uh?"

"About you starting to worry about yourself instead of him." He says, moving to grab my hand.

"Uhm... I.. I'm sorry..." I carefully move my hand out of his grip, glancing quickly at Steve on the couch "I better check on him"

"As you wish" He raises both hands in surrender, but surprisingly he smiles too. "If you ever change your mind, give me a call, sweetheart"

When Billy walks back to his car I walk back to Steve.

"Let's get you to bed, uh?" I say and he mutter something I can't catch.

I help him upstairs and to his bed.

"Oh thanks" he says like he just realised what's happening.

"No problem, Steve" I say as I help him take his shoes off.

"I ruined your night" he mutters.

"What?" I'm confused.

"You seemed reeeeeally comfortable with Hargoves tonight" he blurts out.

"What are you talking about?"

"I say you two talking.. and he was preeeeeetty close" he explains.

"We were talking about Max, his sister. I tutor her"

Why do I need to explain myself? And why does he sounds... jealous?

"He was too close" he states and he finally crawls to lay under the covers of his bed.

"Yeah. I guess." I say with a say and heading downstairs to grab him a glass of water.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To grab some water"

"You coming back... right?" He seems.. anxious. Why?

"Sure"

I walk downstairs to finally grab a glass and quickly go back to Steve only to see him talking his shirt off, to sleep, the sight blocks me.

It happened before... I already saw him taking his shirt off, for any sort of reasons.. well.. not all possible reasons. But now... now feels different. Why?

Fuck.

I take a deep breath and walk back in his bedroom.

"There you go" I hand him the glass and sit on the bed.

"Thank you" he says and manages to drink the whole glass.

"You're welcome"

We stay in a comfortable silence for a little while, Steve layed down taking deep breath and me sitting on his bed playing with my fingers.

"You feeling okay?" I suddenly ask and he hums nodding.

"Good. You need anything I'll be downstairs" I tell him with a smile and get up.

"What? You're not sleeping here?" He gestures to the other side of the bed.

"You want me to sleep there?" I chuckle.

I always sleep on his couch when sometimes it's too late to walk home... never in his bed.. with him.

"Yeah." He says as a matter of fact.

"I... o-okay" I say. "I.. I just don't have anything to wear to bed"

My plan was to take off my trousers and shirt and rely on the covers... I obviously can't if sleeping in his bed.

"Just grab something of mine. I don't mind.. quite the opposite actually" he says simply.

"What?" I chuckle surprised.

"Well.. seeing the girl I have my eyes on in my clothes... God..." he says, without thinking probably.

What...

"Uh?"

"How you have realised I'll never understand" he giggles.

Okay.. he's drunk.

"Sure" I say unconvinced.

I grab one of his shirts and a pair of pj's pants and get changed in the bathroom.

As I walk back in his room he's still laying down, but he uncovered the other side of his bed for me to get in.

"Hey!" He exclaims.

"What?" I ask.

"I haven't seen you!" He complains.

"You're basically sleeping, Stevie. You can't keep your eyes open." I tell him. "Go to sleep"

"You don't believe me" he states.

"About what?"

"You being the girl... I.. like" he hiccups.

Is it true?

"You're drunk, Steve. Your just-"

"No, no, no, no" he says holding his finger to my lips, to stop me from keep speaking. "You're that girl. You. You. Yooou"

So... my crush isn't one-sided as I always thought..

"Stevie..."

"Kiss me?"

"Uh?" I ask taken aback.

"Please?" He says getting closer. Cuddling against me.

"How about this... you sleep and tomorrow morning, if you still feel like this, I'll kiss you." I tell him.

"And you'll believe me?" He asks looking at me with puppy eyes.

"Yes Steve. I'll believe you" I say, thankful for the darkness hiding my flustered face.

"Great" he says cuddling more against me.

"Goodnight Steve"

" 'Night... love"

The thing is... I do believe him. I just want him to suffer a little more.

[anonymouscheeses]

(First two paragraphs sound messed up asf don't read those first and leave it at that, keep reading lmao it gets better i swear 😭)

My personal ick is when people take wlw scenes/songs and make them mlm or mlw... because brutha eugh? We already barely have shit why u gotta take OUR shit and make it all abt u. Idk... am I being a lil slow? I saw a h*skerdust ver of the more than anything reprise and kinda cringed. It was basically just a male version of the song n they jst put the ship as the cover art and yknow idk if thats what kinda urked me or if i jst hate h*skerfuck even more lately. Like... Idc if u make a cover of a wlw song unless u make it wlm. But it kinda disgusts me when someone makes it mlm too?? Like idk if that's jst me upset that chaggie isn't super popular (which is completely the shows fault and the fact ppl just always favor mlm 😭). But imma leave it at that I'm usually the type to wait for someone else's opinion so I can make my own.

When u make a mlw characters into wlw or mlm it's aight cuz they literally have the majority of the entire internet what's it gonna do? Hurt your representation? Yap yap. But it's equally messed up to me to make any lesbian media gay and uplifting that. Genderbending doesn't count, I love gender bending, but making that and putting it above the original wlw media is straight up lesbophobia I don't care.

No. I think THATS my problem actually. It's when you make any wlw media into mlm or wlm and UPLIFTING that higher than the original. THATS my problem. Not the change itself, but the putting it on a higher shelf than the smaller amount of wlw rep and saying it's "better". Because that itself is messed up asf.

It's kinda of similar to the whole carmillo carmine thing. Because they genderbent carmilla and said that he was BETTER THAN HER?? Istg hazbee fans are fucking terrified of women or somthn because I keep seeing this shit. Like my entire blog has always been women loving women. Because ykno I'm a girl kisser 😝 so it's hilarious to think abt a hazboo fan screaming in terror at two girls kissing 😭

This goes with mlm too but it's not as big of problem let's be real. It probably happens, not sure, I have NEVER seen it happen before so that's telling enough.

(THE FIRST TWO PARAGRAPHS SOUND BAD NOW... DONT READ THOSE AND LEAVE IT AT THAT PLEASE.)

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c2. preview

simon riley x original character.

abstract: this is Jude, this is a little bit of information about me since you care so much, I don't even know you… anyway yes, I really like being mysterious, what you gonna do about it, punch me in the face? I'm not even real, grow the fuck up. see ya.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, eating disorders, depression.

song to listen to when reading this: *The Chain*, Fleetwood Mac.

Sometimes, she just fucking hated her life. She supposed it was normal like that, it happened to everyone to absolutely fucking despise their lives, no? She wakes at the same hour everyday, does her makeup. Not too much, just enough so she looked like she had slept the night before. She conceals her identity under eyeliner and blush. She looks like a doll. She likes her makeup, she's quite good at it. She plays with her hairstyles, sometimes a bun, sometimes braids, sometimes loose with a headband, depending on the mood. She walks her dog and cleans his poop.

She always comes in dressed in dark colours, dark red, dark blue or black. She has 10 male patients and 8 female soldiers. Some of them are combat medics, some snipers. Demolition experts. She works till lunch time, eats alone, sometimes skips lunch just to make her body feel something and indulge in disordered eating, then goes outside to smoke and comes back in. After the afternoon sessions, she sometimes has groups together for some group therapy.

She didn't work for the entirety of 2022. She had an accident with one of the patients, classified information. She survived, but man was it hard to live after that day... Spent time with her dog, visited a friend in San Francisco, taught ballet at the local dance school. Price and Laswell felt so guilty they continued to pay her even if she wasn't working. Why she decided to come back she really didn't know. She thinks the truth is she likes helping people, makes her feel good. She liked crazy stories and she had a reputation at the base, she was starting to be respected. She craved that. And it really started to bore her, the routine. Until Arash.

She was used to raising her voice and presenting herself as stoic and cold. She knew perfectly how to be violence. She noticed a familiar face once she opened the door of the briefing room. A familiar face mask. The skull guy, she had seen him before. Was he the guy… She could't get distracted. Her little mission went smoothly. She always knew Price liked her and feared her at the same time, and when it came to his little soldier boys, she really didn't care what they thought about her. The guy from the day of her accident even spoke to her. Poor thing. She was really amused no one told him about the reason why she didn't want to go home alone. He did really good that night, she remembers him well. He didn't try to speak too much, he sounded gentle. A gentle giant. Unfortunately for him, no one was gonna tell him about that day. When she left the room, she went straight home. She doubted someone would ever contact her again about the situation, they would handle it themselves, and probably very badly.

notes: full thing on sunday!! let me know what you think <3

love, mare.

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[akookminsupporter]

yk i used to have an old frnd who i was very close to. like really. we used to talk all the time even though we live miles away and haven't met in like 7+ years. but we always got along. she had a really wide and kind of a different approach to life than other people which i really found admiring. i learned a lot of things from her and i honestly miss her presence sometimes. we don't talk anymore. time got us. there wasn't any fight or anything, we just gradually drifted apart and that's what hurts the most. why am i telling you this? because you remind me of her sometimes. she was strong, opinionated and never feared stating whatever was on her mind. that's a quality i acquired from her. so yeah... reading your messages (replies to the anons) remind me of her sometimes.

hope u do well in life, get everything u want and keep up with your spirit, rosie. i wish you the best in life and i hope everyone around you shows their love in their own way to you. and it's my request to you too, that if you have something to say to someone, say it. you never know when things might change, nothing is forever even the best of relationships (platonic, familial or romantic) end sometimes and you don't know when a stranger might become your new special person. so please don't ever hesitate to show your love to your loved ones. i've lost people and it won't be a lie if i say i barely have friends right now (i'm not forty years old, sigh. just ended high school) but that's fine i still have a lot more things coming. i could meet new people in college and hopefully form new definitions of friendships and relationships. but yes, from whatever i have seen so far, what i am sure of is that nothing is forever. i talk to everyone and you won't believe me people see me as a "happy go lucky girl" which i always like, because why being sad in front of people and making them feel sad when they can't do anything to help you? (in a good way. but i have this serious issue of bottling things up and that lead to anxiety. bad one) i literally have these thick walls because of how scared i am of forming bonds just for the fear of losing them. sigh. i just told you nothing is forever but i, myself have a hard time accepting that. easier said than done, isn't it? lol anyway a lot of sentimental and philosophical stuff have been said. geez i might cringe later at myself if you post this. nvm, it's so good that i found your blog, found bts, found armys, and found uh idk everything? yeah, life could be depressing but i try to smile it off because why not?

a frnd of mine was saying she's going to kill herself and i swear i've heard that lot more times from different people. two kids (15 year olds) commited suicide in the last two months where i live. and i was crying in the bathroom because idk who might be next. and it scares me yk what if it's me next? or in future months or years later maybe if i can't smile anymore? it's so disturbing, sigh. and i hate when people joke and say 'i'm gonna kill myself' at the slightest discomfort in life. at least once, just for a second i want them to think of thousands of those people who are surviving under constant fear of hurting themselves for real, who are actually struggling to keep themselves alive, to fight back life harder than it comes for them, and those who want someone to help them out of vicious circle of depression, anxiety and other similar problems they're caught in. i don't like people who make mental health issues look 'aesthetic'. hope they grow up to know better soon.

god i need to learn how to shut up. sorry this long. i love your blog, please don't ever shut this down. ilysm, hope you stay healthy and live your best life. also, again i'm sorry if my message is too depressing. i started off only to tell you that you remind me of my (ex) best friend lol.

Hi, anon! How are you?

I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful but I was a bit surprised when I read that you recently finished high school. There is experience in your words, experience that is usually gained over the years, with mistakes and frustrations but also joys. You are wise beyond your years, anon. That was nice to see. Although I keep in mind that at no point did you mention your age, assuming you're a teenager is perhaps a bit bold of me.

I think I've said it all day but thank you for the nice opinion you have of me. Thank you for the way you think of me. Thank you for somehow telling me that my sincerity is perceived by all of you. I'm sorry that you and your former friend have drifted apart. Life is funny like that sometimes. Sometimes people come into our lives to teach us something but not to stay. And in itself, that is also a life lesson.

In part, you remind me of me but unlike you, I have never had such positive thoughts about my future. About other people's? Of course, I have, but not about mine, I guess in that respect I like to preach but I don't apply what I preach.

Thanks for the advice and good wishes. You are a special person anon. Try not to change. Always try not to let life and all its tribulations ruin your way of thinking. Maybe try to be a little more positive about yourself. Trusting someone else people say is a rewarding thing to do, I need to work on that too, maybe we can do it together. I sincerely hope that people come into your life who bring something to you instead of taking something away from you. I hope that people come into your life with whom you can form sincere, honest and lasting relationships. You sound like the kind of friend I would like to have. That I often need to have.

I wish you nothing but the best anon, thank you for your kind words. I promise I won't forget what you said to me.

GRACIAS!!

[rollercoasterwords]

i am sorry if this sounds like i'm sending this in bad faith i know it sounds a bit rude but i swear i'm not trying to be. i'm genuinely curious about your reasoning behind this. (im a dorlene fan myself and idc about rosekiller).

don't you think it's a bit hypocritical shipping dorlene but saying you hate rosekiller bc they're nobodies in canon? i mean, arguably we have more canon info on barty than any of the other three together. or is there more to it that i'm missing?

lol no worries i will do my best 2 answer <3

so, a hypocrite/hypocrisy is essentially telling people that u think they should behave in a certain way/conform to a certain moral standard when u urself do not. if i was telling people, "you shouldn't enjoy shipping characters when there's very little canon info about them," and then i shipped dorlene, that would be hypocritical. but i'm always very clear that i'm not trying to enforce any standards on what people should or shouldn't ship, and that when i'm ranting about ships i hate it is simply my own personal preference + me having fun being a hater on my silly little tumblr blog, y'know? like, i usually throw in a little disclaimer somewhere going "ship what u want, it doesn't matter, i just don't like this ship, etc etc," just bc i know people get weird about their ships in this fandom and it just. genuinely does not matter 2 me if there are people out there in the world shipping rosekiller. like u do ur thing! just....do it far away from me lol.

also, i mean. although all those characters don't have much canon information, there are pretty significant differences in the canon information we do have about them. i usually just don't really get into this as a reason bc i don't want it to sound like i'm moralizing, becase, again, i genuinely do not care and do not think it's like...morally bad if someone wants to ship rosekiller. but! for the sake of explaining why i, personally, love dorlene + hate rosekiller, here are some differences:

in canon, the only thing we know about evan is that he's a death eater who blew off part of moody's nose (? i think. or was it his eye?) before moody killed him. that backstory holds....zero interest to me. i don't find it compelling. and if ur just plucking the name out of that and erasing all canon backstory...well. i also do not find that compelling.

similarly, while barty crouch jr. has more canon info than any of these other three characters, everything we know about him is that he is a very avid death eater and clear villain. personally, i'm not that interested in exploring his character! i think there's certainly potential for a story about how he got to that point, sure, but....idk. i'm not really interested in it. and i'm even less interested if, again, we're just erasing all that canon info and making him an oc....like, sure, go ahead and do that if u want. i just don't want to!

marlene's canon backstory is that she was a member of the order whose entire family was murdered. dorcas's backstory is that she was a member of the order who voldemort killed himself. what got me interested in them as characters was the headcanon that tied those backstories together, that dorcas went hunting for revenge after marlene's death and ultimately voldemort had to take her out because she did so much damage. i thought that was interesting! i found it compelling! it planted a seed in my brain that grew an entire massive story, and now i will love those characters forever simply because i spent so much time playing paper dolls with them in my head.

also, if ur handing me two blank-slate pairs of characters to ship, and one says GAY and one says LESBIAN and the rest is all fill in the blanks....well call me crazy boys but i'm gonna pick lesbian every time i think. that's just the way we roll over here at rollercoasterwords.tumblr.com <3

[dollwrites]

HI BABE please take all the time you need I know you're probably sooo busy right now!!! I'm so sorry about your old page you didn't deserve that, but I'm so so happy you decided to stay and make a new one I couldn't even imagine coming on here anymore if you weren't here 😭

THEY ARE TALKIING ABOUT BANNING TIKTOK! Unfortunately our government REALLY wants to ban tiktok they had a hearing with the CEO of tiktok and everything about it, and they're also trying to ban vpns so we cant get to tiktok that way either 😒 it's so annoying I would be so crushed lol I have hundreds of edits and stuff

I DID GET TO SEE DEMON SLAYER OMG IT WAS AMAZING I mostly just went to see the tengen/gyutaro fight on the big screen tbh lol. They only showed the first episode of the new season but I will say koku looked and sounded VERY cool he was super mysterious I'm very excited for you to see in like a week 👀 hate to say it but muzan looked BEAUTIFUL and of course akaza did too, but as someone who hasn't read the manga I was SHOCKED at just how HUGE Doma is like the stature on that man is insane I was expecting him to be kinda skinny and lanky but NOPE 👀 Also mitsuri I- 😳 the bi in me cannot handle it I just love her 😭 like was there a certain scene that was just brazen fan service, yes. But did she look gorgeous YES. I'm also kinda excited to see more of Genya his character design is so cool to me. I'm very excited to see what you think when the new season comes out 👀

Also PLEASE write more diabolik lovers!!! Diabolik lovers is one of the only animes I consistently rewatch I just cant help it it's like a guilty pleasure lol. It has so much potential for dark content like idk if it's just me but I love reading about blood/my blood getting drank etc lol so it fits perfectly. I also just love the trope of being forced to live with them and the whole gothic vampire vibes 🖤

I didn't want to send many tiktoks since ik you're probably so busy with the new blog so I'm just gonna include two diabolik lovers ones lol 🥰

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceDUYr/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceukvJ/

I'm so excited for the new things you're going to post, I hope you're doing well 😘 -jjk anon

BABY YES HI

First of all I’m so sorry all the shit happened before I could answer your big ask I WAS SO UPSET 😭

OH NO THEY SHOULDNT DO THAT. I mean I pretty much exclusively use tiktok to watch thirst edits of anime hotties BUT STILL I wonder why the gov doesn’t like tiktok???

if they do ban it we’ll have to send each other fan art back and forth 😭😭

YES DEMON SLAYER IM SO EXCITED I’ve been getting so hype about finally seeing Koku baby animated my big big big warrior man 😵‍💫😵‍💫 BRO I SAW SOME LEAKED CLIPS AND PICS IM NOT A MUZAN GIRLIE BUT HE LOOKED V V GOOD and douma is fucking MASSIVE !!! I haven’t read the manga either but one of my besties has and I did make her ( begged 💚 ) to give me all the spoilers which is how I knew about koku in the first place SKKSKSK SO IM EXCITED

YOU LIKE DL TOO ?? YES WE SHARE ONE BRAIN I SWEAR. DL would be a guilty pleasure anime if I possessed even 1 ounce of shame but I do not so I just openly love those slutty slutty vampire men. I must know who your favorites are 🤨🤨 YOU KINDA GIVE SUBARU AND YUMA STAN VIBES but I can also see you being into ayato also THE FORCED DOMESTICATIONNNNN ONE OF MY FAVES WE REALLY DO HAVE ONE BRAIN SKSKSKKSK

THE TIKTOKKKKSSSS OMG YOU SEND ME THE TWO BABIES ??? IM GONNA SCREAM kanato is my little meow meow the urge to be his mommy ( bc his real mom is….. ya know 💀 ) and let him drink from me while I pet his hair is OVERWHELMING and AZUSA SOFT BOY I’m shaking trembling I love those TikToks thank you for the snack babe 💚💚💚

It is kinda hectic trying to transfer everything 😅 BUT I always want to make time for you when I can !!

I have some for you too 🥺🥺

listen… I’m so excited to write that upper moon reverse harem au I’ve been HOLDING ON TO FOR THE LONGEST TIME it’s finally almost time to release these fics and Douma is going to be a MENACE to our poor reader

I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY SAVED IT THINKING OF YOU

I genuinely cannot believe my FAVORITE va was cast as the deadbeat dilf I am going rabid

I WISH I HAD MORE FOR YOU BUT SINCE THE MOVE IVE NOT BEEN ON TIKTOK THAT MUCH

[oftomorrow]

1, 3, 6, 7, 10, 11, 13, 15

questions often left unanswered ( accepting // @tnott )

1. Are there any characters in your fandom or faceclaims you refuse to RP with? Who and why? — None that are a hard no, but definitely some characters I’m more reluctant with. If I don’t care for the character, I’m not really going to pursue interactions unless someone really expresses a lot of interest. I don’t want my dislike of the character to bleed out into interactions or make a partner feel like I don’t really want to write with them. I try not to blur IC and OOC, of course, but it can happen, and if I’m not even that interested in interactions in the first place, it’s better to just not. (I don’t follow Mon-El blogs anymore for this reason.)

3. As a mun, what are three of your biggest flaws when it comes to being someone’s RP partner? — I can definitely fall into that anxiety trap of being slow to express interest, start a chat, etc. I don’t always match length, and whenever someone writes me eight beautiful introspective paragraphs and I hit back with like two I feel kinda bad. And... there should definitely be a third thing but it’s not coming to me. I swear I’m not a perfect partner lmao

6. Is there a character that the rest of your fandom adores that you just don’t like/are indifferent to? Who is the character and why? — No one’s coming to mind tbh. Several ships, but no characters.

7. List three honest flaws your favorite character has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic. — Isn’t every flaw problematic? Isn’t that the definition of problematic? Anyway I’m absolutely going to cop out here and link to my meta of Clark’s character flaws, rather than restating things. 

10. What’s something you really hate seeing on your dash that seems to be popular with almost everyone else? — I don’t really like dash commentary posts. They sort of assume that everyone is following the same people, and sometimes they feel more vaguebloggy to me than anything else? It’s hard to explain, I just don’t vibe. I just blacklist the tag and move on.

11. What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing? — The purple prose-y writing style that intentionally leaves out key words to sound more ‘artistic,’ combined with aggressive overformatting. It’s like you don’t actually want people to be able to read what you’re saying!

13. Who is your least favorite character in the fandom you RP in? List three admirable traits about them. — You’re gonna make me say nice things about Mon-El? Fine. He actually was drastically improved for season three, so. He eventually figured out how to treat Kara with respect without encroaching on her boundaries. He’s generally very respectful to his wife Imra, as well. And he’s clearly a dedicated and selfless hero in the 31st century.

15. Without naming anyone, have you ever refused/simply avoided another RPer in the fandom because of things you’ve heard others say about them, or because of their popularity? If so, why did you feel the need to? — I’ll only consider blocking someone over something like that if there’s a reliable callout with credible evidence proving that they’re genuinely abusive (this is pretty rare tbh, most callouts I see are over petty nonsense) or if I hear it firsthand from a friend that I trust. I’ve seen too many people get called out / cancelled / whatever over basically nothing to trust general rumors.

[mariasabanahabanabana]

FUN FACT OF THE DAY ABT T.S: did you, Raza, guys, my people, know that Taylor Swift is an actual superhero? Cause she saved me

Or well, at least for me is...

For some time now I've been a fan of Taylor Swift or as I usually name her "la wera" (the Blondy) and over the years, because yes, I have been in the fandom for more than a year, I have heard on several occasions the phrase "actually, T.S has a song that explains it", but, (at least me) not so much the phrase "in fact Taylor Swift saved me", so... On this beautiful rainy winter dawn i come to tell you how "Reputation" saved my life...

And yeah, I'm sharing this now cause of the upcoming recording of Reputation and before someone comes to tell me "but how do you know?" Mijin (nickname that we also use in Mexico to refer to Taylor or Swifitie), It's a matter of dates, start doing the math... And probably when the album comes out I'll go into some kind of regression and feel a little unwell...

And well you prob will say: "Why should I care?" (I'm kinda defensive today, r?) And yeash, but this is my blog and if I want to publish a photo of a sausage or my story of surviving my blue period, I'm gonna do it, period. (Sorry for the rudeness, I swear I'm not like that most of the time. [guess so])

Anyway, as Bad Bunny would say, storytime my people.... Or something like that, I'm not a big fan of him....

Well you see, at the same time that Tay was being attacked by the media, fans and basically the "whole world", su servidora (me) wasn't having the best time either, I was in "secundaria", which in USA and Canada is highschool (or to be more specific, 7th-8th grade), so if hormones weren't enough of a problem, add massive hatred, Unrequited crush, two sexual assaults, bulliyng, a fight, a nearly broken ankle, cyber bullying and, as icing on the cake, multiple visits to mental hospitals for various mental and eating disorders 😀👍

Since it was a super dense year (in the bad sense of the word) I'll just give a quick context, but I think the above already makes the point.

Haters gonna hate¿?: private school + people from "high" economic strata + hegemonic white people + (I know this is going to sound like an exaggeration, but I swear it's true) ONLY NON-HEGEMONIC BRUNOWN GIRL= years of bullying - racist attacks - consecutive xenophobes.

And Yep, I'm now aware that I'd have defended myself by hitting, insulting or Go with a professor, but first and foremost, as I said, I was the only girl of colour in my class and one of the few in the school. (was mixed / coeducational, but before that it was male, so it was the most predominant gender), Therefore, hitting or verbally attacking others WAS NOT, NOR IS NOR WILL IT continue to be an option, Secondly, teachers in Mexico suck, not all of them, but most of them, and the ones I had to deal with were, and I went to a Private school, third and last, I was never taught to defend myself, because they (mom, granma, church and the Bible) said that attacking your neighbour (or whoever) was a sin and at that time religion had "some importance in my life", in fact I still find it difficult to defend myself....

Unrequited crush: In short, my crush fell in love with my friend, who knew about my feelings towards him, so with the massive hatred that I already carried, I was considered the "slut" from school, at the age of 14 💀💀💀

Sex assault: The first one was a bet that a WHITE girl made with her friend, it happened in the middle of English class and again I didn't do anything and apparently "nobody noticed" and if they did I don't think they wanted to get involved in a problem with the school - class slut

And the second was when I went to get my physics homework checked, Let's just say that wearing pants doesn't exempt you from being handled like fruit in a market. (It's my trauma, it's my story and I will make whatever jokes I want and Decide)

Bullying: I wasn't pretty, my Reputation was on the floor, they bothered me about my crush, I had some kind of accent, Not much to say about it.

Fight: To date this has been the PENDEJA (DUMB) reason to start a fight... A (ex) friend invited me to the Justin Bieber concert (you can see how old I am and this story is), but within an hour she canceled me for going with another friend (a friend who also bullied me [cancellation that I later found out was due to my bad image and the rumors that circulated about me]), then I don't know how or why but a friend that they both had in common detested me, so with the thing of the concert and my annoyance that my (ex) friend was going out with one of the many girls who bullied me, a group of girls told me that they would "make up" with me on the way out, and that was that.... They took me to the football field (the school was - it's enormous) that was at the other end of the exits and they gave me the beating of my life...

At this point you may be wondering, "but what abt your mom? what's wrong? Didn't she notice the bruises or what?" Look, An advantage - disadvantage of my skin colour is that bruises are hardly visible, so the bumps weren't visible, besides, my mother works, my grandma was her and her only function with me was to pick me up from school, feed me, "take care of me" and see that I did my homework... And my uncle - dad, well.... 🍺🍺🍺

Almost broken ankle: have you ever watched in those typical American series (e.g. Chicken Little) where everyone play dodgeball and end up throwing all the balls at one person, well, I'm the one. So in a game one of the "mean girls" (I'll call it that to shorten the term) threw a ball at my ankle when I was running and well, in those days I used to be prone to tripping.

(oigan nmmn que pinche experiencia tan qlra, ya hasta ando llorando por recordar esto, JAJAJAJAJAJA)

Cyber ​​bullying: bullying, just like the blue sea and sky, is infinite... What I am trying to say is, that high school - puberty should not exist, as well as the access (permission) to social networks, at least during those years...

Hospital visits: okay and now what was arguably one of the hardest knocks I've ever had to go through.... Look guys, my grandma isn't the typical sweet and loving grandmother, I'd say (in my experience) that she's a mix of Ida (Malcolm in the Middle's grandmother) and Grandma from Encantó... However, OF ALL THE ADULTS, SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO REALIZED THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH ME, cause there came a point where I only slept, I didn't even take off my uniform or do my homework and if I did, I slept the rest of the time until night, the time when my most catholic side came out, because night after night I asked, not PRAY, IMPLORE God (if there's one or exists) to take me, because I couldn't go on, I didn't want to go on, I only wanted to fall asleep and never wake up... What a merciful being he is...

One night I couldn't sleep, apart from the anxiety I had I was also dealing with tooth decay, so, being the brightest person in the county, I took almost a whole box of ibuprofen 500mg and naaaaambre, Until that point I had not felt my heart beat so fast... Not even when I was in love, I went to the nursery, they checked me and well... There, everything was revealed, my cuts, my record of constant visits (as I was just looking for an excuse to leave early) and that I was clearly suffering from an overdose. After that morning I can't remember much of what happened in the next few hours - days....

The case, I ended up hospitalized for a month, When I returned to school I was known as "Hanna Baker", that's right, the one from the series, at this point I only hung out ( eat in the Playtime ) with 3 friends... As for my "multiple hospital visits", I asked my mum to do what she could to let me out to finish the year, as there was NO FU C K I N G WAY I was gonna repeat that grade.... So they (doctor's) "agreed", signing a responsive letter and that, plus two weeks before graduation I went back, returned to school and was again interned....

Now, que porongas (what the heck) does Taylor Swift have to do with all this?? Well you see, I had heard her music before, but I wasn't the graaan fan, but between my interventions and constant outings I heard her music, specifically Rep, cause it was the year she came back and I didn't really know who she was or what she was going through, but hearing the album made me feel connected to her, her lyrics, situation and feelings (once I translated them of course). Later I looked into what was going on with their massive cancellation and well, in that moment of loneliness I felt what I needed, to know that someone understood what I was "going through".

So, if it weren't for Rep, especially my holy, Give me strength in my worst moments, Trinity, "LWYMMD, I did something bad and Don't Blame me", I probably wouldn't be here, telling this or maybe I'd, but I'll still be stuck in that hole of depression.

So in a few possible days - months not only will Reputation be released, but it will also celebrate another year of life... yeah, my "me" from before, of course Was dying slowly and cruelly (literally) in that year, 2017, but one way or another she (I) managed to come back to life.

I might be 20, In legal terms, but, I died and came back to life and currently have been 6 years without being thaaaat bad, absolutely I still take my meds, go (try) to therapy, and have been hospitalized, but (for only god knows What occasion number) no blue period compares and I hope it never compares to what I go through....

And for that strength, courage and support that @taylorswift gave me, thank you so very , very, very, much... I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you for this... This second chance and reinvention

[sebastiansluts]

Oh my God I'm in love with your blog to death and thank you very much for unlocking my piss kink. Can you write about reader and Bucky running into her ex .The ex-boyfriend unshamedly flirts with reader yet Bucky is obviously jealous about it but she ensures him that she has no feelings towards the ex and hell he is better than ex in every way. However Bucky still has to show her who she belongs to and they have aggressive sex with of course piss and dirty talk and make them cuddle please 🥺

Hahaha you're welcome! This blog has that effect on people 🤣

Bucky Barnes x Reader; rough sex, piss kink- piss in vagina

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You and Bucky were out at the movies when you ran into your ex. You didn't want to talk, but he wouldn't let you go, flirting relentlessly with you, despite you ignoring him. You thought Bucky might help but he just looked pissed the whole time. You tried to ditch your ex but he was going to the same movie as you and Bucky and he sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulders before Bucky could. You sat rigidly throughout the whole movie, Bucky sitting with his arms crossed, your ex, offering you popcorn and candy, laughing along with the audience.

When the movie was finally over, you made your escape, dragging Bucky out the door with you, claiming a headache. Bucky was silent the entire car ride home, despite you reassuring him that you hated every minute of the night, that you had no feelings for your ex, how he made your skin crawl, touching you like that.

The second you were inside, the door shut, Bucky was on you. He shoved you against the door, pressing his body to yours tight. "You wanna know how it made me feel seeing his hands on you? You really wanna know doll? It made me sick, made me wanna tear his arms from his body. Couldn't move all night baby, woulda ripped him to shreds for daring to touch you." Bucky was grinding his hard dick against your thigh, his own between your legs, letting you ride him.

"Oh my god, Bucky please," you moaned, head thunking against the door as he lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms wound around his neck and he carried you to the couch, laying you down, caging you in.

Bucky was grumbling to himself as he yanked your pants down, pulling his own down too and thrusting into you without a warning. A sob tore out of your throat as you were stretched to your limits, filled completely by his big cock.

You clawed at Bucky's back, nails digging into his flesh and he hissed. "Fucking take it, take me, all of me, you're gonna take me again and again until you can't, because only I can do that to you baby. Only I can take you to a place can't control."

Bucky was brutally thrusting against your spot, making you see stars, gasping for breath. Tears were flowing from your eyes as you cried, "Yes! Only you Bucky! Please, let me come."

"Do it baby, fucking come for me, my hands, my dick, my voice," Bucky goaded, fingers playing with your clit as he pumped his hips, lips pressed against your throat.

You threw your head back, screaming as you came. Bucky groaned as you tightened, swearing, "Jesus fucking Christ doll, tighter than anything." He pushed his face farther into your neck, hips moving faster as he came, deep inside you.

Bucky kissed your neck as he began pissing, right in your cunt, filling you up. You moaned, the warmth spreading through your core to your limbs and fingers and toes, making you squeeze your muscles as an aftershock raced through you.

You wrapped your arms around Bucky's head, holding him to your chest as he kissed your collarbones, hips still inside you, keeping his cum and piss in.

"Let's stay here for a bit," you murmured, stroking your fingers through Bucky's hair, his arms moving to wrap around your back.

"Sounds perfect to me doll," he sighed, closing his eyes and nearly purring, pushing his head into your hand. You smiled, rubbing his head and just feeling content, filled with him.

[nymp21]

Secret Crush (part 3)

Pairing : Lena Luthor x Babydanvers reader. 

Warning : violence, gun, blood, sexuality. 

gift is not mine

Here’s the part 3. Finally ! I know i made you wait and i’m sorry for that. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it ! :) 

(Part 1 : https://nymp21.tumblr.com/post/190981780835/secret-crush

Part 2 : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nymp21/612019850956718080?source=sharep )

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You woke up with pain accross your entire body and you winced. What happened ? Seconds passed and you remembered : You were with Lena at her office, she almost kissed you and then ....

Flashback 

“Put your hands up and don”t move !” screamed one of the men. He was masked you couldn’t see his face, but his voice was clearly threatening. Both were pointing guns towards you and Lena and you could tell they wouldn’t hesitate to use them. Lena seemed to have the same thought because you see her tap discreatly on her phone. She was calling Kara / supergirl. 

“What are you doing bitch !” Yelled the taller man. 

He rushed foward and slapped her on the face with his gun. You didn”t think twice and jumped on him. Seeing him hurting Lena made you go crazy. You screamed : 

“Don’t touch her you asshole !” 

And then... the blackout. 

End of flashback.

“LENA !” you opened your eyes, ready to search for her when you heard her.

“I’m here (Y/N).” 

You realized Lean was behind, her back against yours. You were both tied up. 

“Are you okay ?” she asked you with concern. 

“I think so... you ?”

“I’m better now i know you’re fine.” 

Despite the situation you were, you couldn’t help but felt a shiver at her words.

“What happened ?” 

She sighed. 

“Apparently we’re at some creepy guys hideout, they took us for some reason, i don”t know why yet, but i will figure this out. They may want me because i’m a Luthor. I’m sorry... i’’m putting you in danger...”

You touched her hands behind your back and said.

“No ! You’re not ! It’s not your fault it’s their ! And they may kidnaped me because of my attached strings with supergirl.”

“Now it’s new...” you heard a voice said. You turned your head to see a man in a black suit at the door. For how long was he here ? Two armed guard were beside him. You presumed he was their boss and the conversation, that occured then, confirmed your impression. He walked up to you and, with a smile, asked.

“Who are you to supergirl ?”

You didn”t respond, didn”t want to bring him satisfaction. You regretted your choice to be silence when he grabbed you by the hair, you winced in pain. 

“Let her go !” you felt Lena move with rage behind you, but she didn”t manage to budge an inch. “Let her go or i swear I’ll kill you myself.”

He chuckled.

“That’s cute : the former Lena Luthor has a crush. And i thought you were an icequeen.” 

Then he draw back his attention to you.

“You’re gonna tell me you know, i can make you suffer like supergirl made me suffer, but it will be easier for us if you cooperate.” 

You make no sound although you were scared as fuck. He was too calm, too composed, he knew what he was doing. Even when he punched you in the face he didn”t flinched. You fall on the floor with a scream. You tasted the blood on your tongue.

“I hate repeating myself dear. So i’m not gonna ask you once more. You don’t tell me, too bad, i’ll kill you and we move on. I just need the luthor here, but if i can keep you alive, you’re my bonus if you’re useful as you’re seems. It’s up to you, to prove to me that i musn”t kill you here and now.”

“Please, don”t kill her...” Lena begged him. “Please, i’ll do whatever you want, please !” 

He ignored her. You saw him grabe a gun in his suit and point it to you. 

“Let’s count... five... for... three... two...”

“Okay okay ! i will talk ! She’s supergirl’s sister ! Please don”t kill her ! I’m begging you !” Lena was almost crying.

He stopped and watched her with interest. 

“Now it seems i can keep you alive then. Thank you Miss Luthor.” He pulled back his gun, but punched you with his foot on the stomach despite the scream Lena gave him.

“That’s for not telling me you were so precious.”

You were running ot ouf breath, but he didn”t care. He added adressing to Lena.

“Miss Luthor i think you will be more cooperative now you saw what i’m capable of. I need you to enter to government system to hack their files about secret opération in the City.”

“I can”t do that... i’m not an expert and...”

“Then i can kill both of you beginning with supergirls little sister.”

“NO ! no... i will... help you.” 

“Excellent ! I see we’ve come to an agreement ! This will be ready in 30 minutes. I’ll leave you alone til the time has come. Untie them.” 

After the guards freed you, they left, locked the door behind them. You immediatly felt Lena’s hands on your face.

“oh my god (Y/N)... what did he do to you.”

“It’s okay.” you managed to say despite the pain. “I can handle a few punch.” 

“I may disagree with you darling. You’re bleeding...” She tore a piece of her skirt and applied it to your nose. Her touch was so soft and it helped you with the pain. You liked her skin against yours.

“Why did he kidnap you ?” you asked... “Can’t he find somone else to do this job ?”

“No. I... have acess to this cripted files. legal access i mean and he knows that. I can enter the system without a problem, download the files though, it’s something else, but that’s not my problem. But we have to earn time, once i press de download’s button he’ll probably kill us both.”

“Yeah i figured this too. I hope Kara will find us.” You said with fear in your voice.

“She will. But we have to keep you safe if we want her to catch them, she won”t be alble to to anything if they treaten you.” 

“I know.”

“I promise i will protect you (Y/N)... i meant it when i said i loved you. I’ll die for you if i must.” 

She was starring at you, locked her eyes with yours and you saw it, the passion, the love you couldn”t believe in earlier. This wasn’t the time but you really wanted to kiss her right now. 

“I love you too Lena. I don”t want you to be hurt because of me...” 

“Oh baby, i promise it will be fine. We will be fine as long as we keep it togther okay ?”

You nodded and she hugged you hard. You smelt her perfume and it calmed you. You hoped Kara would be there soon because you were scared, scared of loosing Lena, scared of dying too... but it will be okay, she promised to you, right ? 

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You were dragged along corridors. Lena was in front of you, two guards with her. No one talked, you felt the tension in the group. They were ready. Ready to do their task, to kill... 

Time was flying and no Kara to be seen. Shit. 

After 10 minutes you entered a large room with a giant glass window offering a great view of the city. It would be breathteaking if you weren”t close to be killed by a psychopath. Speaking of... 

“Welcome Miss Luthor and Miss Danvers I presume? Since your sister is Supergirl I do my reasearch. Who knew a pair of glaces could do such miracles ! But we’re not here to discuss secret identity, Miss Luthor if you please ?”

Lena was pushed against a computer. 

“I need time. it can”t be done as fast as an omelet.” 

“You see, i’m a bad cook.” He said with a smile. “Let’s ask Marvin :  Marvin how long it takes to make an omelet ? “

“15 minutes sire.” 

“I’ll give you 10, no more or your precious little girlfriend here will see her life ends prematurely.” 

You watched Lena give him a death stare but she got to work quickly. After all she promised you. The time was flying, too fast and no supergirl... Lena was earning some minutes, secondes as much as possible,  she didn”t want to put you in danger but you were already. She gave you a look... did she have a plan or something ?

“Time’s over.” finally said the man “Miss Luthor ?”

“Done ! It’s done ! Look..”

He approached the computer with hunger in his eyes. 

“Finally !” you heard him whispering. “We dit it...Marv...”

He didn”t finish his sentence, Lena, with a velocity you coudn’t suspect pushed his head against the screen and some of piece of glass and plastic flew away when he broke. She intended to grab his gun during the confusion but he was faster and stronger, he pushed her he pointed it directly to you. 

“I didn”t know you knew how to fight Miss Luthor.” said the man with his broken noise. 

His men were pointing their gun at Lena. 

“A Luthor always know how to fight.” She responded proudly and you were so amazed by her confident. She was incredible, irrestible but what was the point of all of this ? They were all armed, why did she do this ? Well because now the computer was broke and it was impossible to download any files but... he will kill you. He seemed to have the same though because he asked.

“Why such efforts Miss Luthor ? I’m now obliged to kill Miss Danvers and yourself, because you are two embarassing witnesses.”

To your surprise, she smiled.

“Then why all the talking, kill us already.”

The confusion in him didn”t take much, you saw it before you heard it : the shot. You closed your eyes ready to feel the bullet, but... nothing. You heard a : “kling” and then you saw it : a sort of force of field between him and you, it was barely visible. The bullet was on the floor. You undersood : During her fight with the man, Lena throw it in front of you, how she ended up to have this gadget you didn”t know but... it was genius !

“I will kill you !” screamed the man.

“I don”t think so !” You heard behind you.

You saw Kara and then behind her, Alex with all the DEO agents. 

“You’re under arrest Charles Hoopers. Put your hands up and it will do you no harm.” 

“NO ! NO ! It can”t be !” He was freaking out for the first time. You saw it as in a movie... He left up his arm with his gun, his finger pulled the trigger...

“NO !” You heard yourself screaming. 

Pushing yourself between him and Lena, this time, you felt the bullet, a sharp pain in you shoulder as it pasted trough it.. Then it was chaos. You heard screams and gunshots. In a second Lena was on you, hands on your shoudler to stop the bleeding, tears on her cheeks.

“(Y/N) ! Please stay awake, stay with me ! Love please look at me !”

“Lena...” you whispered. “I...”

“Shhh don”t talk baby, please save your strength” 

“Lena...” then you passed out. 

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tags : @natashaswife4125

[rvrindousvpet]

HII, I LOVE UR FANFICS AND BLOG SM(ITS SO PRETTY OGMGOGMG) YOU CAN LEAVE THIS HERE BUT HEAR ME OUT, bonten x tomie!reader (shes from the junji ito collection) where bonten is a bunch of down bad dogs for her and would do anything for her, the plot is up to you but if you're not comfy with writing it then its totally fine mwa!! <3

bonten with tomie!reader

characters : sano manjiro, akashi haruchiyo, hitto kakucho, kokonoi hajime, haitani ran, haitani rindou, akashi takeomi.

pairings : bonten x tomie! reader

warnings : swearings, graphic gore, death, mention of death, rape, attempted murder.

genre : fluff, angst?

note : hiiii hehe thankyou for you kind words anon! tbh I've never read junji ito, but i do know tomie. i actually can't handle horror shit- like idk i just can't handle it and it scares me like crazy, but just for this reqs, i prepared myself to read 2 volumes of tomie. hmm more than scared, i feel annoyed and bad for tomie cause she's surrounded by shitheads, so yeah I'm not really scared but more to angry. also I'm sorry if the reader doesn't really act like tomie, i tried my best to portray her and I'm sorry if did such a shitty job, well that's too much i hope you enjoy this! and I'm also sorry if y/n is too ooc, or not like tomie

- hmm let me be honest, we don't know why tf your presence is not affecting them, like if it others they would hate you like crazy or obsessed over. but not with bonten... it's like they're bunch of people who's immune to you and it felt so weird lmaooo

- how you met with bonten? well just another normal day for you.

- you're pinned down on the dark alleyway by man with his eyes glazed like crazy and uncontrollable man.

- "ahhh, I'm about to die again huh?"

- well that shithead start making his move, groping all over your body while threatening you

- just as you're about to accept your fate and let the disgusting man lick you

- suddenly a bang* sounded out, and the bullet hit that man shoulder

- suddenly he was thrown off you in seconds

- a man with black hair and big scar ran across his face was in front of you

- "miss, it's okay you can go and run away now, we'll take care of him"

- huh? why is he not affected???

- seeing you not responding that man decided to ehem carry into some car heading to idk where.

- "oh well hello there beautiful, what a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman like you, the name's ran, what's yours?"

- umm another man that's not affected??? what the actual fuck!

- fast forward

- basically uhm, they bought you to bonten hideout/place. and you're introduced to bonten executives, and now that you know them. ain't no way you're escaping from them.

- all of them r real down fucking bad for you. like sure at first they're memerised at how gorgeous you are, but after spending more time and observing you they've fallen for your behaviour and personalities.

- they love how confident, how you stand tall, how you have your own principal, how you never bow down to others, how you behave towards them and how indifferent you act to them

- basically bonten is a simp for your my queen.

- there's one time wherein you're on your way to supermarket to buy groceries, you bumper into man at the isolated walkway. the man become enchanted with you, he's obsessed with you and slowly that turned into hate filled with urges to get rid of you out from this world

- as the man corners you and about to kill you merciless, a baton was bashed into his head knocking him aside.

- looking up you saw the bonten trio, ran and rindou being infront of you and sanzu is on the side pushing his feet into the crazy man face

- "say how crazy you are to disturb bonten's property huh?" rin spited out feeling angered at how that shitty man almost hurt you

- "oioioi where the fuck you you're going bitch, you gonna sit here and take what i give you as your punishment for touching bonten girl" sanzu said while pointing his katana on the crazy neck that keeps on muttering how he needs to kill you.

- "ahhh, you're annoying me :)" ran said after bashing his baton into the man head once again to the point he's fainted.

- when all bonten executives ge to know what happened all of them were fumed in fear, mikey even instructed his man to put the crazy bitch into one of their torture room

- after a while of silence, kokonoi voiced out asking "say y/n why that man is so fixed on killing you as if he's posessed?"

- welp here we go telling them the truth.

- after explaining to them, how you attracting people attention that will either be obsession or hate and will develop to them hating more than anything wishing you to be gone from this world

- how if you're dead, you'll get regenerated from your own dead body, how you healed so fast and all of that stuff. and also you kinda? told them what shits you've experienced and been through.

- instead of them freaking out, throwing you away calling you monster. they actually felt sorry and hurt and angry for you, for all the things you've been through.

- takeomi said "y/n, even though you've been through that shit thousands times and be resurrected even if you're dead, it doesn't change the fact that it's hurting you. don't get used to giving your life away so easily please. You're worth more than anything"

- fuck. they just make you feel something.

- "y/n" mikey calls out to you "if there's any people that disturb you or want to kill you just inform any of us. we'll get rid of them for you. you can't be injured"

- "sweetheart, dyya remember those shit heads name lemme kill em and get rid of em for you kay?" sanzu let out while grinning maniacally

- "y/n, if anything remember that we're here for you. we love you for who you are and anything else didn't matter" kakucho said

- fuck. you've never feel so loved and complete. after all of this time, after those ressurected time, after countless of death, after countless of time being called monster left alone and hated. you've finally get to feel what is it like to be loved to feel happiness

- they managed to bring another side of you, the side that no one ever saw.

- they love you nonetheless, they also love your new side. how you would get all clingy and waiting for them. they love all of you.

- at the end of the day, they will never leave you. even after knowing the truth.

- for a few days you noticed that they've gotten a lil bit busy?

- uhmm lemme just say that bonten is doing their business over what they say, lemme quoted "now it's time for payback motherfuckers, you messed with our y/n you mess with bonten."

- they would do anything. anything for you.

- got a creep that obsessed with you? considered it done, that motherfucker will die in no time

- don't tolerate shit. like literally, if they ever caught someone talking shit bout you or take your picture. uh well yeah they'll be 6 foot under in no time.

- absolutely fucking wholesome, will you praise anytime, anywhere.

- watch them fight each other to over who should take care of you.

- refuses you to let you do anything on your own

- love taking care of you, will baby you at any chance they get

bonus : since you're not apart of bonten officially? you didn't really have a desk or office, but! mikey decided to do something for you, ehehehe he actually make a lil space for you inside his bigass office and all bonten executives will take any chance to get into mikey's office just to see you or talk with you ><

[too-gay-for-marvel]

so... mistletoe, huh?

a/n: this is day 4 of the 12 Days of Fluffmas! Don’t forget to go check out @hopingforromanoff​ blog to see her fics from yesterday and tomorrow!

Word Count: 830

Warnings: one swear word

Pairing: Kate x Reader

“You really have this many friends?” Kate asked as you both walked through the packed living room.

“They’re not all mine,” you chuckled, waving to someone across the room before putting the drinks on the counter. “It grew.”

“This is basically a sorority party,” Kate said with a huff.

“Okay, Miss Double Major, I’m sorry you’ve never had any fun before,” you teased her.

“I’ve had fun before!” Kate said, desperately trying to defend herself. “But this is a lot of people!”

“It’s Christmas and none of them have anywhere to go,” you explained. “Would you like me to kick them to the curb?”

“Well,” Kate stuttered. “No…”

“Then quite complaining and go have fun,” you said with a smile before putting a drink and her hand and ushering her off.

As much as Kate hated to admit it, you were right; it was a lot of fun having this many people around. Everyone was in the same boat, so it was easy to start up conversations. She even managed to find out why most of the people were there; some were too busy, some couldn’t afford it, others were estranged from their families.

“You came with Y/N, right?” One of the girls asked. Her name was… Sarah? Maybe?

“Yeah, yeah she’s just busy hosting,” Kate said quickly, her eyes darting away in an attempt to find you.

“Wait, your name is Kate, right?” Maybe Sarah asked. “Kate Bishop?”

“Yeah?” Kate answered, her brows furrowing. “Why?”

“Y/N talks about you, like, all the time,” she continued with a chuckle. “It’s nice to know you’re actually a real person.”

“She does?” Kate asked. She looked around again and finally saw you leaning against the counter talking to some guy who laughed a little too hard at what you were saying.

“So much that I thought you weren’t real,” Sarah continued, apparently not even noticing that Kate wasn’t looking at her. “I thought you were a made-up excuse she used when guys asked her out.”

“They do what?” Kate asked as her head snapped back to look at Sarah.

“You’re a regular when Connor comes around,” she continued, pointing to the guy who was talking to you. “Might wanna go save her, by the way. He’s relentless.”

“Yeah, yeah thanks,” Kate said quickly as she made her way over to where you were. You locked eyes with her as she got closer and gave her The Look.

“There you are,” Kate said as she walked up beside you. “I lost you for a minute.”

“Hey baby,” you said just loud enough for Connor to hear. “I missed you,” you said again as you leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Kate froze at the feel of your lips on her cheek. As much as she had wanted it over the past few years, she hadn’t thought it would actually happen. And now it was, and she was glued in her spot with a face that would completely give her away.

“I… better make my rounds,” Connor said awkwardly as he backed away.

“You’re my hero,” you said quickly once Connor was out of earshot.

“Huh?” Kate asked, still trying to bring herself out of her shock.

“He’s a sweet guy, but if he asks me on a date one more time then I’m going to scream,” you continued, not noticing Kate’s lack of attention.

“Yeah, great,” Kate mumbled.

“And maybe I’ll fuck the whole archery team, what do you think?”

“Sounds great,” Kate said. “Wait, what?”

“What’s go you so frazzled, Bishop?” You asked, leaning back against the counter with a small smile.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Kate defended.

“Then I’m gonna get another drink,” You said, already walking toward the drinks on the other side of the room. “I’ll bring you one!”

Kate stayed where she was and started fiddling with her fingers, not quite sure what to do while she waited. You had kissed her. On the cheek, sure, but you had kissed her. It was great! It was amazing, it gave her butterflies and she-

Wait.

When she looked over to see you standing in the doorway with a friend, she also noticed the mistletoe hanging above them. It seemed like your friend had noticed too.

Kate sprinted toward you, practically shoving your friend out of the way until she was standing under the mistletoe with you. You bit your bottom lip, but a smile still made it’s way onto your face as you looked into Kate’s eyes.

“So,” Kate huffed. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“You’re an idiot, Bishop,” you said with a shake of your head before leaning forward and kissing her.

“Wow,” Kate whispered against your lips when you pulled away.

“Mistletoe, huh?” You teased while Kate still tried to compose herself.

“Yeah,” Kate mumbled. “Yeah, mistletoe,” she said before cupping your face with both hands and pulling you back into a deeper kiss.

Okay, maybe, just maybe, you liked her too.

[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter Seven

Songs Referenced: Rainbow In The Dark by Dio.

Summary: You help Ali get ready for her date with Steve, have a little one on one talk with Steve and then you and Eddie spend the day doing fall activities.

CW: spoilers for movies(Nightmare on Elm St and The Shining), language, mentions of marijuana usage,

AN: If you like this chapter and wanna be updated when the next chapter is up, comment so I can put you on the taglist. The ending to this chapter is one of my favorite parts I've ever written. Like oh my god I'm not even sort of sorry for how fluffy i made it. @spookyscoopstroop called it "idiots in love" last week and she's 1000% correct with that statement. Shoutout to my babygirl @mvnsoneddie86 for reading through these chapters every week and making sure they look readable.

Word Count: 6548

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hellfirehaley/691398370697281537?source=share

Chapter Seven: A Perfect Autumn Day(te)

Thursday October 3rd, 1985

It was the perfect autumn day. The temperatures finally started to drop and the leaves were falling all around you. It smelled like dried leaves, fall baked goods and burning wood wherever you went. You were on your way to Ali’s house with the windows down humming along to a soft song on the radio. It was the day of her first date with Steve and you were coming over to help her get ready. You knew her nerves were gonna be all over the place and you were gonna do your best to ease them. You parked on the street right in front of her house. You grabbed your shoulder bag and got out of the car, walking to her door humming along to the new Kate Bush song as you knocked on the door.

“Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that buiiilding.”

The door swung open moments later to a frazzled Ali in a pair of sheer tights and a sage green dress.

“Oh thank god Y/N! I’ve changed like five times already and I can’t stop moving,” Ali said, opening the door for you to enter.

“Well no need to fear: The Rescue Team is here and I have snacks, hair care products and a shit ton of makeup.” you state following her to her room where you could see clothes thrown everywhere. 

“You weren’t kidding about the outfit changes,” you say with a laugh.

“Dude shut up! I’m so nervous. What if he hates my outfit and realizes this is a mistake?” Ali says as you go through her dresser with an idea.

“He won’t think that. He likes you Ali and if you like him, why would this be a mistake? And I’m working on an outfit for you. I swear to God If you change again, I might actually kill you. Grab those heeled boots you wore to the Bangles show we went to and change into those black tights you have.” you say with authority as you grab a skirt to go with the orange, yellow and black striped sweater. You laid out in front of her and started to look through the makeup while she changed.

“So what are you gonna be doing today since we all called out of school. Please tell me it's not gonna be sitting at home with Norm eating junk and watching just as junky television.” Ali asked  as she pulled up the new tights, careful not to kink them. 

“I’ve actually got plans with Eddie whenever I’m done helping you.” you say, looking between pink and red lipsticks.

“Oooh sounds fun. You two seem very comfortable together,” Ali noted.

“I guess we are. I’m just very happy to have another friend in all honesty.” you say bashfully.

"I'm happy for you too. Maybe we'll both have for Halloween." Ali said, smiling with glee.

“I don’t know about that but I do enjoy the time I do get with him,” you admit with a blush.

“Well good. So what are your plans for today Y/N?” Ali asked, pulling her skirt up and adjusting it.

“We’re gonna go get some pumpkins, carve em up and watch some horror movies,” you say.

“Sounds like a date,” Ali said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well it’s not,” you defend.

“Yeah sure,” Ali says, pulling the sweater over her head.

“If we ever go on a date, you’ll be the first to know. Hair up or down?” you ask as you grab a few brushes. 

“I think I’m gonna go with down today. Could you do a small braid or two?” Ali asked with a pout as you nod. She sits in front of you with her back facing you as you mindlessly brushed out her hair a bit and started to braid a few strands together. You started another and then braided them together. You double checked your work and smiled. 

“Wow. Now face me,” you say as Ali faced you. You started to put on the foundation and blush, making sure to cover her neck too. You got lost in your process, applying brown eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara to her eyes and light pink lipstick to her lips. 

“Okay tell me what needs fixed,” you say, satisfied with your work. Ali looked at herself over again in her full-length mirror and smiled. 

“I think we should try a red lip instead,” she said to you and you nodded, grabbing a tissue from her bedside table for her to wipe it off. You found your three reds and blotted them on your hand to show her.

“Which one?”

“The darker one,” Ali said, looking at her sweater before looking at you. You smile, putting the other two away before applying it delicately on her face.

“I’m nervous he’s gonna stand me up or forget.” Ali admitted.

“He’s not. It’s Steve we’re talking about here for goodness sakes,” you remind her.

“Yeah so you can see why I’m so nervous. I mean I’m going on a date with King Steve,” Ali stated, blotting her lips with a tissue to get off the extra product.

“If it helps, Eddie makes me nervous, like all the time but like..the good nervous where I don’t wanna do something stupid or be fucked with by anyone outside of our group ya know? Like he makes me feel brave again but at the same time like I did when I first got with Rob,” you say.

“Are you scared he’s gonna turn out to be like Rob?” Ali asked, grabbing her friend’s hand.

“More like terrified. That or he will turn into him over time.” you admit in a small voice.

“Y/N. Eddie Munson has been the same person as long as we have known him. Yeah he’s an asshole who smokes weed and deals but he also doesn’t take anyone’s shit. He especially won’t let anyone fuck with you,” Ali says.

“Yeah I know. But it’s hard to tell my brain that.” you say.

“Then repeat what I just said instead when you have those intrusive thoughts.” Ali said.

“Thanks Ali,” you say, hugging her for a minute before you hear a car pull up on the street and park. “I think Steve is here. Mind if I have a word with him?” you ask as you pull away, fixing her hair.

“Gonna give him the ‘Don’t Hurt My Best Friend’ speech?” Ali asked.

“Not this time. I actually have to have a talk with him about his little chat with Eddie the other day. Steve and Eddie had a talk about me behind my back about what Eddie’s intentions were and Steve told him to take care of me.” you paraphrase as Ali’s eye widen

“Oh my god, I'm gonna give him so much shit for that. He’s fucking with our plan!” Ali exclaimed.

“Not this again,” you groan.

“It’s gonna work Y/N if you just fucking let us do our thing!” Ali said as you got up. You nodded at her as you gathered your stuff up to leave. You gave a quick hug for good luck and went to the door, opening it right as Steve was about to knock.

“AH! Oh shit. Hey Y/N, you scared the shit outta me.” Steve said, one hand out on his pounding heart, the other clinging onto a bouquet of yellow sunflowers.

“Aww I’m sorry Steeb,” you say, sweetly.

“Were you helping Ali get ready?” Steve asks

“Yep. She should be ready in a minute. In the meantime, we’ve gotta talk.

“Okay…” Steve says, not following where you’re going.

“What was up with the talk you and Eddie had the other day?” you ask.

“Oh it was nothing. I needed a horror movie for a date and I asked Eddie,” Steve said, clearly lying by how he wasn’t making eye contact with you.

“Try again Steven. Eddie told me about your conversation about his intentions about how I’m a “notch in his bedpost”?! Seriously Steve?” You ask.

“Okay my wording wasn’t the best but my point was that as your best friend, I don’t wanna see you hurt again by some stupid guy.” Steve said.

“Whatever Eddie and I do isn't your business,” you say.

“Right but mine and Ali’s is your business,” Steve retorted, getting frustrated. 

“When you make it my business, yes. Have I made Eddie and I your business?” you ask.

“You came into my place of business so technically…” Steve started but you cut him off.

“Okay look. I don’t wanna do this with you today. I might like Eddie and we are friends, close friends so he’s clearly going to be sticking around. We clearly have to have a further discussion about this but not when you’re about to go on a date with your dream girl. Next week, you and I are gonna make time and talk this shit out Harrington.” you say.

“That sounds reasonable. And I’ll back off, I promise. You know me Y/N. I just want what’s best for you.” Steve said, genuinely.

“And I want the same for you Steve. Which is why I am gonna get out of here since I have plans of my own to get to.” you say as you wave goodbye and head to your car, getting in and driving off back to your house. To say you were excited to see Eddie was an understatement; you were so excited that you barely remember the drive home. As you got ready, you hummed along to Rainbow In The Dark as you changed into a pair of jeans, your black boots and an old t-shirt with a red flannel thrown over the top. You fixed your hair real quick before feeding Norm and heading out the door for the day. You get in the car again and start the drive to Eddie’s. The entire drive was spent thinking about your day last week as his unofficial girlfriend and you felt warm. He was so wonderful and fun. Rob never walked you to class a single time but Eddie did it thrice in a single day. And that slap on your ass hasn’t left your mind either. The way he said “You’re mine Princess” had you smiling. You had to admit you liked him but were scared of what would happen. This was heavy on your mind as you pulled up to Eddie’s trailer. You parked next to his van and got out, feeling the cool autumn breeze on your face as you walked up and knocked on the door. Moments later, there stood Eddie smiling at you wearing a Judas Priest shirt, black ripped jeans and black socks.

“Hey Princess. How was the date prep?” Eddie greeted as he stepped to the side, letting you in. 

“It went smoothly. Only had to change something once and she even liked the outfit I picked out for her. Nothing too major.” you say, closing the door behind you.

“Well that’s good. I hope everything works out for her and Harrington.” he says.

You nod your head in agreement as Eddie pulls on his Reeboks. “So you ready to go pumpkin picking?” Eddie asked excitedly. 

“Yes I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” you say.

“I have too. Let me grab a few things and I’ll be ready.” Eddie said before walking back to his room. You took a seat on the couch and relaxed while you waited, hearing Eddie look around in the other room. He returned a minute or two later wearing his jackets and his Reeboks with his keys in hand,

“Sorry about that. Couldn’t find my keys for a second there. Are you ready to go?” Eddie says, offering his hand to help you up. You grab it and Eddie pulls you up to a standing position in front of him. You smile and laugh out loud about the action.

“Yeah I’m ready to go” you say as Eddie extends his hand out for you to lead you out the door and to his van with Eddie behind you locking his door. He turned on his van and W.A.S.P. started blasting loudly as he backed out and headed towards Merrill’s Pumpkin Patch. You listened to the album while it played out, mind wandering back to the day you two had fake dated and how wonderful it was.

“What are you gonna be for Halloween this year?” Eddie asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’m not sure yet. I’m debating doing a character from Rocky Horror Picture Show or maybe Carrie,” you say.

“Oh that movie from a few weeks ago? That one was so weird but like a good weird.” Eddie said with a face.

“What were you gonna be this year?” you ask.

“Probably a vampire or a pirate,” he says with a laugh.

“You should do something new. Something unexpected.” you say.

“Like what?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It was just an idea,” you say laughing.

“Well maybe I’ll come up with something new for you Y/N” Eddie said.

“Good because that’s the point of Halloween is to dress up as anyone but you and have a blast with your friend. No shitty romantic shit, no family members you don’t want to see but have to greet. It’s the only holiday where us freaks get to rule over them all. Embrace it Eds.” you say with a smile.

“You’re right. I’ll try harder this year just for you,” Eddie said, taking in your words. He had never heard anyone talk so passionately about a holiday. 

“Thank you Edward, I appreciate your efforts.” you joke. The rest of the drive was filled with easy conversations about each other’s traditions, activities and favorites. Before you knew it, you had pulled up to the Merrill farm and parked outside in the grass where the other patrons parked. You didn’t expect it to be this busy but it was October now so of course people were trying to be the first to have decorations up anyways. You could see a bunch of mothers out with their kids since school got out for the day about an hour ago. The kids were mostly playing on the ground by the pumpkins playing some game of Pretend. You and Eddie walked into the field and it seemed like each time you passed a mother, she would give you a disappointed look before turning away. An instinct at this point, you looked away while grabbing his hand. 

“So what color of pumpkin should we get?” Eddie asked loudly.

“I was thinking a few orange ones or whatever one's call out to us.” you suggest.

“Sounds like a plan,” Eddie said, looking out for the perfect pumpkins.

“We should’ve brought Norm. I didn’t even think about it,” you say suddenly with a pout.

“We can always come back next time before Halloween and get more. I do miss the big oaf.” Eddie says.

“Wanna take him on a walk with me later?” you suggest.

“Absolutely.” Eddie says, walking away from you towards a swarm of orange pumpkins, picking up a large one after he inspected it. He tucked it into his side under his arm proudly as he walked back to you.

“Oh you’re THAT kid aren’t you? The one who had the biggest pumpkins and was surprisingly into carving them into intricate designs right?” you ask as he comes to your side.

“With pride.” Eddie says with a bow. You laughed at your goofball best friend and started to walk deeper into the farm looking for your two pumpkins before you found something better: two perfectly sized pumpkins sitting side by side as if saying “Carve me! Pick me! PIck me!” You grabbed them, using the same method as Eddie had just minutes before as you walked back up to him.

“Excellent. Are you ready to go or would you like to look a little more?” Eddie asked as you got to him.

“I’m ready to go to our next mission,” you say with a smile as you walk towards Merrill’s barn to pay. You noted how Merrill’s wife made cider, jams and preserves as you grabbed a small jar of apple butter for your breakfast. You and Eddie pay and leave, carrying your goodies to his van.

“So should we walk Norm now or wait?” Eddie asked.

“I actually walked him before I left but we do need to go to Family Video for our horror movies and snack fuel,” you say with a blush.

“Okay that works too. On that note, your chariot awaits,” Eddie says as he gets in. You do the same and Eddie takes off quickly heading back towards Hawkins. The tape ends and he ejects it.

“My tapes are down in the middle console. Could you choose one so I can focus on driving?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah sure,” you say, taking the tape out and putting it back in the empty case. You look over the artists and see a lot that you recognized: Judas Priest, W.A.S.P, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Dio and a few you didn’t know yet. You decided on Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You put in the tape and were immediately flooded with the sounds of the opening chords of Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath.

“Sometimes I forget you’re so cool and then you pull shit like this and I’m back to being bewitched by you,” Eddie says with a smile. 

“I think you’re cool too, Eds. You’re so fucking cool. Like how are you my friend?” you ask.

“You’re the one who sang Motley Crue and got my attention.” Eddie pointed out.

“So all I have to do is sing Motley Crue to attract people?” you ask with a laugh.

“Worked for me, didn't it?” Eddie said with a laugh of his own.

“Touche.” you retort with a laugh. The rest of the ride you two sang along to Black Sabbath and just laughed with each other. Outside the girls, you haven't laughed this much in a really long time. When you arrived at Family Video, you and Eddie were beaming, cheeks hurting from all the laughing you had done. He opens the door to Family Video for you and immediately waves to Robin.

“Hi babes! How was Ali today? Did Steve actually dress up like I told him to? Robin asked.

“Ali was rightfully nervous but she did great! I made sure she looked her best. Steve brought her her her favorite flowers and was actually wearing his like bomber jacket wtih jeans and his Nikes.” you recall as you made your way to the counter. 

“Oh my god, stop it! They’re so cute. I guarantee he’s gonna ask her to be his girlfriend by the end of it.” Robin squealed. 

“I knoowww. It’s about time,” you agree with equal excitement,

“So how’s your day going?” Robin said, raising her eyebrows 

“It’s going well. We just left Merrill’s Farm and he’s grabbing some Halloween movies for while we carve them.” you say smiling.

“A perfect autumn day,” Robin commented.

“You’re welcome to join us after you’re off if you’d like.” you offer.

“Thanks but I think I’m actually gonna head home after work and crash.” Robin admitted.

“Okay Robs, just take care of yourself “ you say, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.

“I will. Now go pick out your movies before we end up with a repeat of him renting Evil Dead.” Robin said with a laugh. You walk to the horror section and find Eddie, lost in concentration as he analyzes the movie titles.

“Any ideas on what we should watch tonight?” you asked as you picked up a copy of Amityville Horror.

“A few, yeah,” Eddie said, holding up two films.

“So what’s the hold up?” you ask with a laugh.

“I don’t know if I want to get a psychological one or a classic,” he said, looking through the titles. You browsed too looking amongst the titles until one leapt out at you and you immediately held it up.

“Well here’s my vote,” you say, satisfied with your choice.

“Really? I didn't have you pegged to like that movie.”

“Well I am full of surprises. Let’s get our snacks and get out of here so we can go carve those pumpkins,” you urge excitedly. You lead the way to the counter, putting the tapes down as you go to the candy, grabbing an assortment of chocolates, sour candies and sweets. 

“So the Shining, Halloween and Nightmare on Elm St. I’m definitely not coming over now.” Robin jokes.

“Har har.” you say, putting the candy on the counter.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna join us? Eddie offered as you dig for your cash.

“Thank you Eddie but I am sure.” Robin said.

“Alright, suit yourself.” Eddie said as you handed Robin the money.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” Robin asked as she made your change.

“Oh of course! Footloose, Grease, West Side Story and all the juicy details on Ali and Steve’s date? I’m so excited.” you say, basically vibrating with excitement as Robin gave you your change.

“Perfect. My place at 6pm. Have fun tonight kids!” Robin said, waving to you as you and Eddie started to walk away. You waved back as you left the store and got into Eddie’s van.

“So what should we watch first?” Eddie asked as he started the van and backed out.

“I was thinking of Nightmare On Elm St first, then Halloween and finishing out with The Shining.” you say.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Eddie says as he drives back to his trailer. This time it was filled with a comfortable silence between you as you traveled to the sounds of Black Sabbath with Eddie singing along to every song. You watched as he concentrated on the road while singing and you thought about maybe making this a yearly tradition if all goes well. When you arrived back at Eddie's, you went to the back and grabbed your pumpkins first, putting them on his front porch before going back and grabbing the bag with your tapes and candy while Eddie unlocked the door to his trailer. By the time you reached the porch again, Eddie was lugging the pumpkins inside with the door opened for you. You walk in and take your seat on the couch and take off your shoes while Eddie is walking around grabbing knives, newspapers and making up the space for you while you get the first movie ready. The previews started as you moved on the covered floor and grabbed your first pumpkin.

“Choose your weapon.” Eddie said, holding up two large steak knives that looked like the weapon used in the movies you had chosen. You grabbed the knife out of his left hand and smiled as he sat next to you, carving the top off of his pumpkin. 

“Have you seen Nightmare on Elm St before?” Eddie asked as he sawed off the top of his pumpkin. 

“Not yet, don’t be shocked if I jump a time or two.” you say working on your own pumpkin.

“I promise not to make fun of you too much,” Eddie said teasingly.

“Oh thank you Eddie. I appreciate the vote of confidence from you.” you teased as you put your knife down. You started to pull out the pumpkin guts just as one of the characters woke up with four slash marks on her gown. You find yourself engrossed in the film while you get out your pumpkin, watching as the plot thickens as the teenagers suffer through realistic nightmares. You jump when one of the girls is killed in her dreams and thrown around the room.

“Yeah this movie is pretty graphic, just a heads up,” Eddie says, seeing you jump as he also works on his pumpkin.

“I can see that. Who directed it?” you ask.

“Some dude named Wes Craven. He’s kind of a new director who’s done a few movies. I really liked The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes. Definitely not for you unfortunately.” Eddie said with a laugh. 

“Shut up,” you say with a shove. You kept watching and tried your best not to jump or scream but it kept happening so you’d laugh immediately after you’d do it since you felt a little silly being so jumpy after a campy movie. Your pumpkin had been gutted so you started to draw on your design of a simple jack o’lantern, deciding to put this one out on your front porch.

“So if I were to do something different this year, what do you think I would do?” he asked.

“Well my friend Max has a mask from a few years back so you could be Michael Myers,” you suggest.

“Yeah everyone already thinks I’m the Boogeyman so it’s not a bad idea.” Eddie said with a smirk as he pulled out some guts and it landed with a loud splat.

“Or you could be Kurt Hummell from Metallica so it would be an easy costume,” you say.

“Yeah that’s not bad either,” he notes as he turns his attention towards the movie right as the final girl’s boyfriend gets murdered in bed and blood rushes through the bed up to the ceiling, a curtain of blood You gasp at the gore, feeling gross about having your hand covered in pumpkin. But you knew it wasn’t really blood so it didn’t freak you out as bad as you had thought.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Eddie says as he picks up his knife and jumps up, going in front of you like he’s actually about to fight Freddy for you. The thought of it made you giggle, playing along.

“Oh help help Eddieee. Freddy’s gonna get me,” you say dramatically in a shrill voice as you point at the tv right as Freddy Krueger comes up on the screen. Eddie immediately went towards the screen, thrashing the knife around like he was fighting.

“Fuck off Freddy! You’re not gonna get my girl!” Eddie said, slashing the knife a few more times.

“Okay okay be careful; don’t hurt yourself.” you say, grabbing your own knife again as you started to slice into the face of your pumpkin.

“I could say the same for you with that knife in your hand.” Eddie said, returning to his spot next to you.

“I will be,” you say as you start to carve out the eyes of your jack o’lantern. You try to listen to the movie but don’t want to slice your fingers so Eddie starts a play by play.

“So Nancy is trying to rig the house up with booby traps to get Freddy. The dad is asked to break into the house to help get Freddy but he doesn't believe her so she sets shit ton of booby traps.” Eddie explained as he continued to gut out his own oversized pumpkin.

“Seems plausible,” you say as you pop out of the first eye and start on the other. You watched the main fight between Nancy (the final girl) and our villain Freddy Krueger. The fight ends with Nancy walking away from Freddy. The movie ends with Nancy getting in her boyfriend’s convertible when the hood suddenly closes, revealing Freddy’s, revealing Freddy’s sweater pattern.

“Oh no, it’s not over,” you say as they get locked in and Nancy screams for her mother as the car drives off and Freddy drags her mother to the Nightmare verse, ending the movie.

“Again with the cliffhangers. What is with you and those?” you ask, feeling led on because you wanna know what happens next.

“The next one comes out to the theaters next month. Wanna go with me?” Eddie asks as he gets up to go to the VCR to change tapes.

“After seeing that, yeah! I have to know what happens next,” you say with a laugh.

“Yes! It’s like 2 days after Halloween I think” he said seriously.

“Well I’m there Eds,” you reply. He smiled at you as he put in the second tape, the first preview playing loudly.

“Have I told you that this was the first movie Uncle Wayne showed me?” Eddie asked as he sat back down next to you. 

“No, no you haven’t,” you say, looking at him. His face softened when he spoke. 

“Yeah it was when I was first brought here. I was like somewhere between 9 and 12. That important age for boys ya know? Where we need a man to show us how to be men and how to do the right thing and not the wrong one. Uncle Wayne has always been that kind of person in my life. So when Halloween came around that year, he had heard about a movie called Halloween so he took me to see it. It was one of my first movies I remember seeing. Scared me back then but it was more the jump scares. Now I rent it every year before the actual day or sometimes on the actual day if it’s not checked out already,” Eddie explained as you nodded along, hung up on every word of his story. You could picture little Eddie at the movie, beaming in excitement in the same way he is now.

“Well it’s one of my favorites too so let’s do this together every year,” you say, holding out your pinkie.

“Absolutely Y/N” Eddie said, intertwining them for a pinky promise. The opening scene starts as you watch Michael take his first victim and the main theme plays. Eddie is hard at work on his masterpiece, drawing out the logo with so much concentration that his little tongue is poked out just slightly, which you found adorable. You had finished your first pumpkin so you were taking a break and enjoying the movie.

“Did you hear Chrissy Cunningham is throwing a Halloween party next weekend?” Eddie asks, bringing your attention from the movie.

“I have not. I haven’t been invited to one of those things ever since I broke Rob’s face,” you admit with a small laugh and blush at the memory. 

“Well I have to go because of work so wanna come with me? The guys are already going so you can always bring Ali and Robin. You know they’ll have a good time.” Eddie asks.

“You sure Eds?” you ask as you grab your second pumpkin.

“Positive,” he says.

“Okay I'll meet you there,” you say.

“I’ll be the one under the cloud of smoke,” he says with a devilish smile.

“Now that I believe” you say with a giggle. You saw off the top of your second pumpkin and worked on getting out all of the seeds.

“Who’s the best horror movie villain: Freddy, Jason or Michael?” you ask.

“OOF!” Eddie says, pretending to take a hard hit to the chest, falling over dramatically as you laugh at him. “How dare you ask me such a question?”

“Personally I think Freddy. After seeing that one, I am definitely gonna have trouble sleeping again,” you say.

“Alright no. It’s Michael because Jason’s kills were mostly done by Mrs. Voorhees and Freddy is still relatively new for a horror villain so let’s give him time to mature.” Eddie says.

“Wow you really know your horror movies,” you note as you plop more pumpkin mess onto the pile.

“Yeah it’s my favorite outside of fantasy and science fiction,” Eddie said.

“That makes complete sense.” you say with a smile.

“You just get me Y/N. It’s so strange but you don’t judge me for saying anything or call me a freak. It’s so…” Eddie said, trying to find the right word.

“Refreshing?” you offer.

“Yeah…refreshing. I haven’t felt like that ever since I became friends with the guys.” he says.

“I feel the same way Eddie; it’s really refreshing to be able to trust a man again,” you admit.

“Promise you’re gonna stay and not have this end up being some elaborate ruse?” Eddie asked.

“Eddie, I would never do something like that. I promise I’m your friend on my own volition. Now promise me that you’re not gonna turn out to be or turn into any kind of variation of a liar, cheater or–”

“Hey hey,” Eddie said, seeing you start to get emotional as he dropped his pen and took your slimy hand into his own, “I’m not going anywhere either. I’m not gonna change up on you at any point. I’m a pretty straight forward guy. What you see is what you get.” he promised as you squeezed his hand. 

For the rest of the movie, you worked in a comfortable silence while finishing your art. You decided to carve a simple car into your pumpkin with a few baby bats in the background. You finished before Eddie and put your work by the door where your shoes rested. You sat on the couch and watched the rest of the movie curled up on his couch as he hummed to himself while working. You spaced out, thinking about how you enjoyed these moments with Eddie. He was a truly rare guy and sure, he had a life of his own and it was set but he always made time for you. He always said Yes to plans and never let you down. You were thanking God (or whoever you believe in) for bringing him to you. The movie ended a little while later and you got up to change the tapes, making sure to rewind it for the next person.

“How’s it coming along Eds?” you ask

“It’s coming. Just got a little bit left,” he admits. You could tell he put a lot of work and detail into it and you didn’t realize he was using different knives to reach the different sized details, which you had to admit was really ingenuitive.

“Well I love it so far,” you say with a smile.

“Thank you,” he said with a returning smile as you laid down on the couch, covering yourself up with a blanket. It was so comfortable being with him and as the movie started, you began to drift off to sleep.

By the time Eddie finished the pumpkins, the Torrances had begun to lose it to the Overbrook Hotel and Wendy was blaming Jack for Danny’s bruises. He went back to his room for a few minutes, rolling up a joint to celebrate your hard work and change into some more comfortable clothes. When he reached the living room, he found you fast asleep under a blanket on the couch, hands nestled under your head, hair splayed out over your face. Eddie tucked the joint behind his ear as he bent down next to you. He debated kissing you on the forehead just because it was screaming at him but instead, he put his hand on your shoulder, slightly shaking you.

“Y/N? Hey Y/N? Sweetheart…” Eddie said. You moaned slightly at the movement, awaking from your slumber a little.

“Hmmm?” you mumble, lifting your head a little bit.

“Hey pretty girl. I’m sorry to wake you. I was going to ask if you wanted to smoke with me and finish the movie but I can let you go back to sleep,” Eddie says softly.

“Mmm sure Eds. Sorry, I didn’t mean to take a nap on your couch,” you say, rubbing your eyes to mask the blush on your cheeks.

“It’s okay. It was a long day anyway. I actually don’t want you to drive home tired so you’re more than welcome to stay over.” Eddie offered as you sat up, making room for him to sit down with you.

“That sounds nice, thank you Eddie,” you say as you yawn, sort of waking up as he plops down next to you in gray pajama pants now instead of jeans.

“Do you want a pair of pajamas and a shirt?” Eddie asks as he pulls the joint out from behind his ear and a lighter from his pocket, lighting it and taking a few puffs before passing it to you.

“Yes please,” you say, taking the joint as Eddie gets up and goes to his room again. You take a few puffs before exhaling, letting the herb take its effects while you wait for Eddie. He returns a minute later with a Hellfire shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, offering them to you. You trade him the joint for the clothes and go to the bathroom to change. You returned a minute later in the borrowed clothes and sat down next to him, closer to him than before where this time you’re touching thighs as the Torrances began to be terrorized by Jack. You took the joint from Eddie and put your head on his shoulder, taking in a hit. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him with you partially in his lap. You zone out watching as Jack and Wendy argue.

“Y/N, light of my life” Eddie jokes in his best Jack Nicholson impression. You look up at him as he clacks his two fingers together, indicating he wanted the joint. You passed it over and watched as he took his few hits, taking a French inhale during one of them, enjoying a few moments of peace with him. You sighed softly, almost wishing every night could be like this. Little did you know, Eddie was wishing the same thing.

You shared the rest of the joint and finished the movie. You didn’t move for a few minutes while the credits rolled because of how comfortable you were. You were about to lay back down before Eddie squeezed you.

“Alright time for bed. I’m taking the couch and you’re taking the bed,” Eddie says.

“Nope I’m the guest ergo I get the couch.” you insist.

“Sorry, Princess. My house, my rules.” Eddie says as he swoops his other arm under your knees and lifts you up, taking you to his bed which is uncharacteristically made up as he lays you down on it.

“I’m not gonna steal your bed Eddie,” you say with a pout.

“And I’m not gonna let you sleep on the couch,” Eddie said, watching as you got comfortable.

“Just stay in bed with me?” you say.

“Y/N…” Eddie started to protest but you cut him off.

“What if I get a nightmare because of your movie choice since he…ya know…KILLS YOU IN YOUR SLEEP and it's a foreign house?” you say, already getting sleepy but also wanting to hide how much that concept freaked you out. But Eddie saw it in your eyes and immediately softened.

“Okay Y/N,” he said before leaving his room to go lock the door and turn everything off. Once he returned, he climbed in his bed behind you and pulled you in close under his blanket, arm draped around your waist while you faced his chest. He drifted off to sleep first with a light snore with you shortly after, once again wondering if you could get used to this. For the first time in a while, you felt safe.

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[jimilter]

flirt buddies | p.jm. | drabble

pairing:  jimin x reader

rating:  pg-15

genre:  humor | fluff | frenemies(?) to lovers!au | college!au

summary:  A mean girl pestering you is what it takes for you and Jimin to move further with the flirting going on between you two for months now. Who would’ve thunk?

warnings:  slight swearing + suggestive words + mentions of oral sex + crackhead energy

word count:  1.4 k

note: THIS BLOG TURNED A MONTH OLD TODAY, YAYYY!  and i also hit another tiny milestone, thank you, every single one of you, that has ever read something i wrote and/or has clicked the follow button. much love. 🥺💓 also, @getmemyfries​ thank you, bestie, for being a constant cheerleader and hyping me up, ilysm!!! 😭💝

striking off the “park jimin” box on my @bangtanwritingbingo​ card with this one!

— masterlist

— feedback is always appreciated!

You’ve met your share of mean girls through high school and past few years at college, but you’ve never met someone as irritating as this fellow senior trying to stare you down in her eight inch heels.

It isn’t even the fact that she’s trying to be mean that’s grating on you. If she would have come at you about that curly haired cutie you hooked up with, last month, you would have let her have it. The guy was most definitely a catch, and it had most definitely bummed you a little when he’d told you he wasn't gonna call again. 

(You can use a distraction, right now, especially after you’ve accepted the fact that your back and forth with Jimin isn’t gonna lead to anything.)

You hate this particular conversation, right here, because of the ridiculousness of her claims. You wish, oh how desperately do you wish, that her accusations were right. You’d have teased her and had your fun if she was right.

But she isn’t. Her words are only making you more and more miffed about the glaring absence. 

And that is making you really want to hit her.

“Uh, Emma—”

“Emily.”

“—yeah, nobody cares. Can you please repeat that?” You squint at her, tilting your face forth. “It sounded a lot like you asked me to do something that is physically impossible for me to do.”

“Don’t give me attitude!” She visibly bristles, crossing her bare arms over each other, pushing her bright red tube top higher up her cleavage. Thank God for small favors. “I said, you better end your thing with Jimin. And you need to do that this week, before I—”

“Before you what?”

A voice speaks from behind you.

You and Emma/Emily jump.

You don’t know what's more concerning — the kick in your heartbeat at hearing Jimin’s voice, or his presence here. In the girl’s washroom.

You look over your shoulder to scowl at the handsome bastard. “What the heck are you doing in here, you perv?”

Jimin hikes an eyebrow up his forehead, obnoxiously, making a show of licking at his lower lip. Your eyes greedily drink him up and you hate yourself for it.

“As if you need to ask me that,” he throatily speaks into the nape of your neck and you—

You’re about to lose your fucking mind, because what the hell is he doing?

An outraged gasp echoes around you. “Oh, my God, you bitch, you’re such a who—”

“Hold that thought!” You raise your index finger up in front of her face before turning fully to face Jimin.

His lips are pulled up in a smirk and you really just want to molest his whole, handsome face with your mouth.

“She wants me to end my thing with you,” you tell him with a glare.

Jimin purses his lips, eyes narrowing. “Hmm. Do you wanna?”

This time, the gasp of outrage comes from you. You smack a palm against his shoulder. “There would have to be a thing to end said thing, Park!”

Jimin’s teasing demeanor drops. “Hey!” he sounds wounded. “We have… well, we have something between us, babe!”

Your fingers ball into an enraged a fist. “No, we do not! You’ve been flirting with me for three months and we still don’t have anything going on! Also, don’t call me that, only my best girl friends get to call me babe.”

“Yes, we do! It’s a flirtationship, we're flirt buddies — and I will call you babe because I’m above your best girlfriends!”

“How dare you?” you hiss.

“Whatchu gonna do about it?” he hisses back.

Jimin has suddenly grown feisty, and despite the utterly ridiculous nature and setting of your conversation, you still wanna kiss him silly.

“Um, guys—”

“She asked you to hold the fucking thought!” Jimin yells at the girl over your shoulder. “We’re in the middle of something here, give us a minute, will you?”

“And we can resolve it if only you’d let me kiss you, you piece of shit!”

The third gasp of outrage comes from the man of the afternoon himself. “I—what? What the hell do you mean by let you? When have you ever, ever seen me stop you?”

Before you can open your mouth, he shakes his head.

“Stupid question, because I’ve never seen you try, in the first place!”

You point a finger in his face. “Yoongi’s birthday, last month. I had made up my mind to kiss you till I passed the fuck out ’cause you looked really fricking cute with your cheeks all rosy and lips all pouty, but—what did you do?”

At Jimin’s clueless stare, you groan.

“Jimin, you set me up with that curly haired friend of yours!”

Jimin’s eyes widen horrifically. “I did no such thing! Nate just told me he wanted to show you his candy-cane and have you taste it, and I just agreed because you looked bored out of—oh. OH. Oh no. OH. NO.”

Jimin comically snaps his mouth shut, eyes looking ready to pop out of their sockets.

“That — that was a euphemism for — for…” He breathlessly gestures around his crotch area.

“For a blowjob, yes, you great genius.” You shake your head, in awe of the dumb-headedness of this guy.

“Did you actually, um…?”

“I did. And more.” You cock an eyebrow and Jimin winces. “He was cute, too, but just an overall fuckboy. Basically kicked me out the next morning.”

“Hey! I’m cuter!” He pouts and your heart flutters.

You reach forth to cup his cheek in your palm. “That you undeniably are,” you mutter. 

He bites his lip, smiling a little.

“But you didn’t ask me to taste your candy-cane, did ya, Jiminie?” 

You wink as he snorts, the two of you dissolving into giggles.

“Uh, you know what?” Emma/Emily squeaks from behind you. “I don’t want this clueless weirdo. You have him, sis. G-good luck.”

You’re both left staring, eyes wide and mouth gaping, at the flapping door as she runs out of the washroom.

Which reminds you—

“What the heck are you doing in the ladies room, for real?”

“Making out with you in a stall in the next three seconds, hopefully?” Jimin grins at you, bashful and cute and adorable and ugh. 

You grip his collar and push him against the wall. “As true as that is, it doesn’t answer my question.”

He breathes out and you breathe him in. So close to his lips, you feel pulled into him, drawing in his essence.

He sighs. “I saw Emma walk in here after you and came in to hide when you both were in the stalls. She’d been making eyes at me for a while, I figured she wasn’t here to have a heart to heart with you.”

Jimin’s eyes are open, sincere and flooding with affection. No trace of teasing or flirting in sight.

Your heart feels so full, you could explode. 

“That’s so incredibly sweet of you, Jimin, I don't know what to say, my—mmphh!”

Jimin attacks your lips with his, grabbing your waist to pull you in impossibly closer as he pushes his mouth against yours. He wastes no time in pulling your lower lip into his mouth, sucking at it with all the focus in the world. You open your mouth, moaning at the delectable taste of him when his tongue reaches out to massage yours, your teeth clicking together in desperation.

It’s messy and it ends too soon, but you’re breathless when he pulls back.

His nose brushes yours. “Does this constitute starting a thing?” he whispers.

You grin. “It most definitely does, Park.”

Jimin laughs, throwing a hand over your shoulder as he pulls you into his side and walks the two of you out of the damn girl's washroom. 

“So now you stand to be in a position to choose whether to end this thing with me or not,” he cheekily jokes, tauntingly pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t even think about it.” You elbow him into his side, causing him to jump and giggle hard. 

The two of you turn some heads when you walk through the corridors and towards the parking lot, but no one really looks that surprised, if you're being honest. Jimin randomly plants a kiss on your cheek and you blush like a schoolgirl, and that definitely garners you two a couple of giggles. 

“Poor Emma would be so upset.” Jimin snorts.

“I think her name was Emily?”

“Honestly, who the fuck cares?” 

Poor Emma, indeed.

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