#ooh the flag is pretty

[tojiscrack]

JDueudjndhehsjhdhsjeueu IT'S 12 30AM RN AND I HAVE SCHOOL TODAY NOOOOOOOOOOOO ksjehuwjdjehe

I'm just happy the first week is bonding activities because I'm a student counselor and basically a group of us have to hang out with our allocated sec 1 (13 year olds if u didn't know) class and like do activities with them BUT ON THE 6TH I HAVE CLASSES STARTING AND I HAVE AN ALGEBRA QUIZ ON MY FIRST ADDITIONAL MATH LESSON WTFFFF the Singapore education system is killing me oml😔

YOU’RE FROM SINGAPORE??? 😫

i looked up the day-to-day life of a school day over there and google is so unhelpful, it literally gave me nothing 😐

one site said that ‘students usually start classes around 7:45 in the morning and typically study for about 5 to 6 hours per day’, which, in comparison to how my school days used to be in the uk (start at 8:30 and end at 3:30, but if you’re in year 11 — which translates to a sophomore, last year of secondary school — you get an extra hour at the beginning and end), i think it’s quite good? 😭

unless google got that info out of its ass 🌝 in that case, idk, i can’t make a judgement

you’re so real for hating maths too. i’m glad i never have to touch it ever again 😋 (tho i did consider taking medicine or one of the sciences for uni next academic year, and then remembered maths would be part of it and just gave up on that dream lolol)

YOU’LL BE FINEEE, power through 🥴

never back down, never WHAT? 🎤

[6gumi]

jealous little angel.

synopsis ﹒” oh mr. sunday 、you really need to work on your jealousy ! it was just a prank ! ”

pairings﹒sunday x f!reader

cw﹒ nsfw MDNI. jealous s3x 、rough ! sunday :< 、some possessive themes / tendencies 、usage of petnames ( angel-face、dove、etc ! ) 、wall s3x 、semi-public s3x 、slight breeding kink if yew squint ! ^-^ 、he rips your stockings . . hehe 、we luv possessive sunday !

note﹒hai hai ! ! decided to write for sunday . . . ooh he’s so dreamie . . . he’s such a red flag but i luv him . . . x.x hehe here’s a special taggie for a special someone ! @cubffections | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you would like to talk to me, send in rqs or thirsts, feel free to send me an ask ! — rubi ♡

this party was going to drive him to the edge. sunday can't contain his excitement as he examined his surroundings . . . the anticipation of seeing his beloved made his heart race. he knows you’re waiting for him, dressed in something that's bound to drive him wild. It's maddening, the way you tease him, playing with his emotions. he steps forward, closing the huge door softly behind him. the scent of you permeates the air, and he can't help but inhale deeply, relishing the familiar comfort it brings. sunday knew you were off talking to a few ipc members here and there, so he took his sweet time trying to find you, savouring every step.

rounding the corner, he spots you in profile, your body bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light. the sight of you in that red lace nightgown, the way your breasts sway with each step, is enough to make his cock ache. it’s an irresistible sight, and sunday moves toward you with predatory intent. but wait . . . why were you speaking with someone else? sunday’s smile faded . . . lost in the immediate shuffle of emotions as he examined the man that was way too close to you for comfort, that dopey smile on that man’s face wasn’t fooling anyone . . and he was aware of that. his vibrant gaze slowly faded away, clouding the atmosphere with nothing but tension. he clenched his fists as hard as he could, enough for his nails to draw blood to his delicate skin.

sunday really couldn’t stand it.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with someone else. even so, he knew very well you were doing this on purpose just to tease him . . . seeing you having such a great time with someone else triggered a primal protective instinct within him. the way you touched that man’s shoulder . . . those pretty doe eyes of yours staring into someone else’s eyes other than his . . . the way your breasts squeezed together when you crossed your arms, fuck. he couldn't ignore the need to discipline you when you behaved like this, and he knew he had to put you in your place.

with a smooth, fluid motion, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you away from the party, away from your new little friend you made and any distractions. “huh . . . ? sunday?—“

“not another word from you, my love.” sunday tried to act firm . . yet he couldn’t stop his heart from skipping more beats than one at the sight of your cleavage in that god-forbidden revealing dress, the memory of how they felt in his hands coming back to him in a rush. sunday swallows thickly, his gaze locked on your exposed cleavage. he can almost smell your arousal now, faint but undeniable. "what were you thinking? were you trying to seduce that fool?“ he was moving closer. He can't resist the temptation, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek . . . his thumb pressing against your lower lip.

"you know I can't resist you, and you know i can’t stand it when you’re all dolled up talking to someone else but me. have you learnt nothing from the punishments i’ve given you? is that it?” a devilish glint sparkles in his eyes, promising an evening full of sin and pleasure. who knew such an angel like him would have eyes this dangerous. sunday leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "you belong to me . . ." he whispers, taking in the scent of your fragrance, “. . . or have you forgotten that?”

you couldn’t help but shiver against his body, you wanted this as much as he did and he could tell, he knew very well you did. “baby . . . i just wanted to play a little prank on you, ‘s nothing serious . . . promise!” sunday kept his mouth shut as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, tugging you flush against his body. his lips find the nape of your neck, where he plants a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "it is serious when there’s another man involved," he growls, his voice deep and rough with need. “ . . . and you know i don’t share, darling.”

with a hand, he reaches down and eases your pretty lil’ dress up, exposing your ass. his gloved fingers dig into the soft flesh, tracing the curve before giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. "bad, bad girl.” he murmurs, already envisioning the way you’ll shred under his touch. “what am i gonna do with a bad girl like you . .” sunday examines your facial expression, giving your cheek a gentle slap, inserting his thumb inside your mouth. “should i tie your arms around your back? shove my cock inside this slutty mouth of yours . . . or fill you up with my cum? or maybe . . . i should fuck you in-front of everyone else, let them know that you’re mine and mine alone . . do you want that, my love?”

sunday’s lips curve into a wicked smile, and he nods, his hand still firmly gripping your ass. "i wish i can hide you away from the world, angel-face . . . you need to be taught some more.” he warns, his voice thick with lust. “guess those punishments didn’t work on you . . . how pitiful.”

sunday kept your body pinned against the wall, the grip on your ass never wavering, the feel of his beloved pressed against him driving him wild. he knew you both had to be careful . . his little wings would flutter at the loud sound of music from below, there were still people around . . and getting caught was not something he would want. once you both were in the clear, he doesn't waste any time. with one swift movement, he lifts you even further up against the wall, your legs parting to reveal the wetness between them. sunday’s sinful eyes devour the sight, and he can't help the predatory smile that spreads across his face. "such a naughty girl, wet for me already,"

"now, what do you say we do something about that wetness of yours?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive, the air thick with the promise of pleasure and sinfulness. “ . . ‘s not fair i’m gettin’ punished for a prank . .” you murmured, legs trembling under his hold. sunday chuckles darkly, giving your ass a hard slap, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“now, now, baby . . no need to act all innocent," he teases, his hand never leaving your hip . . gently pinning you with his body even more. “i like how feisty you can get, angel face . . . but there's a time and a place for everything, right?" he purrs, his eyes dark with lust. “you won’t be acting all innocent once i fuck you dumb on my cock.” your husband traces his fingers down your chest, pausing to tease your nipples through the lace of the dress. his mouth finds yours, his lips soft as he explores your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to savor the taste of your lips he yearned for all day. when he pulls away, he's breathing heavily. the young male tsked, shaking his head as he reached your chin again, “you know how i feel about disobedience, correct?”

"tonight i’m going to show you who you belong to," he murmurs, reaching for the hem of the dress. with a swift yank, he pulls it over your head, revealing your body in all its glory. “the man you will belong to until the end of time.” sunday’s eyes drink in the sight of your black stockings, licking his lips. "you’re not getting away from me anytime soon, my love, i hope you and your pretty little head realize that.” he asks, his voice thick with desire as he starts to tug the stockings down.

“you’re not escaping me, angel-face.” he growls, his hand gripping the delicate fabric of the pair stockings you wore . . . with a swift and violent motion, he tears them down your legs, the sound of the material tearing filling the empty hall. he relents, pulling back just enough to grip your inner thigh, his grip firm but not oppressive. . . admiring the rip he caused with your stockings, giving him easier access to those pretty panties you wore.

sunday’s eyes gleam with a deranged excitement, gripping your hips, positioning himself at the entrance of your pussy . . giving it one painful slap. "you’ll thank me for this someday," he growls before gently sliding himself inside your wet heat, the friction sending shivers down his spine. “you’ll thank me for claiming you, my dove. you will.”

“a-ah . . sunday . . !” the young halovian’s lips curve into a wicked grin as you gasp, the surprise at the sudden invasion of his cock into your pussy more than apparent. he’s not gentle, not this time. sunday needs to claim you, to make sure you knew who owns you in this moment and forever. his thrusts were harsher than usual, tongue lolling out as you were slowly losing your mind already when his cock filled you completely. “you’re mine, angel. you’ll always be mine," he growls, the possessiveness in his tone thick. he pounds into you with desperation to get his message across your head, the rhythm erratic, as if he's trying to claw his way into your soul . . fingers nearly turning white as they dug into the flesh of your hips, pulling them back to meet each thrust of his cock.

his own heat was rising, the scent of sweat snd sex filling the air around you. with how loud you were moaning, he was almost certain someone would catch you both. “let the heat pass through you, and i’ll mark you. i’ll claim you, my love.” he was going to breed you, to leave no doubt that you were his. his thrusts became more erratic, more urgent, as he fights to push aside the thoughts that threaten to consume him. the single thought of his seed filling you only intensifies his need to dominate, to control . . to keep you all to himself.

"nobody will take you away from me. nobody.” sunday grinds his hips against you, his cock sliding against your tight entrance. sunday already came inside you multiple times the previous times you both had intercourse, but it's not enough. he wants your body to be filled with his seed. his fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts forward, filling your cunny with his throbbing dick. sunday’s eyes roll back as he relishes in the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him once more . . only raising his urge fill you up even more. “s—so tight, so perfect. i wish i could fill you up every day . . let everyone know you’re mine.” sweat drips down his forehead as he drives into you with a newfound fervor. each thrust is a powerful assertion, “easy now . . you don’t want us to get caught now, do you?" his voice is a low, gravelly growl, laced with desperation.

“sunday . . f-feels weird . . feels like i’m goin’ stupid . .” drool slipped away from your lips, a chuckle left sunday’s lips as he slowed down his thrusts . . giving you a moment to adjust to his size again, taking that moment to kiss and mark your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. “you were sent to me by the angels of this world,” he whispers, the possessiveness in his tone unmistakable. “you look so pretty pressed up against the wall like this . . . are you enjoying yourself?”

“fuck . . yes, yes!” sunday’s eyes flare with delight at your whine, your need for him clear, and it makes him even more aggressive in his thrusts. sunday was close, so close. he leaned over your shoulder, his teeth finding their mark on the juncture between their delicate skin of neck and shoulders, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. “mine, mine, mine . . ." he whispered against your ear, burying himself deeper and deeper, caging your hands above your head, holding them there as he filled you completely, ensuring that when you cum, you cum for him and only him. he’s not going to let you go.

with one final, brutal push of his cock, the halovian came inside your aching cunny, flooding your walls with his seed. he held you tightly against his body, shifting gently further into the wall. his release was intense, seed spurting deep inside as some dripped down on the floor. he nestled close against your neck, breathing heavily, refusing to let go of you even after he emptied himself inside. “ . . . so tell me, angel face, did you learn your lesson?”

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Part One

Eddie walked through the door of Robin's bedroom cautiously.

"I don't know why I assumed that you'd be taking me to your house when you said that you're taking me home," Eddie said. "Silly me."

"I did tell you that house was my parents' house," Steve said, following him in.

"So, why aren't we there?" He asked.

"Because the bios are in town," Robin said.

"Bios?" Eddie asked.

"My biological parents," Steve replied.

"Yeah, I was wondering about them. I was starting to think they don't exist," Eddie said.

"They basically don't," Robin said and pointed to a pile of pillows by the window. "Especially in Steve's life."

"That sucks," Eddie said as he plopped onto the pillows with Robin and Steve.

"Their loss. Our gain," Robin grinned.

Melissa Buckley popped her head through the door. Eddie had met her at the door. She was very mellow and sweet. She didn't even give him the stink eye when he walked in. Instead, she hugged him and welcomed him right into her home.

"Oh, does anyone need any snacks?" Melissa asked.

"Oh, no, we're good, Mombie, thank you," Robin said.

"Oh, Steve, your room is still all set up, but I'm afraid Snuffles has been occupying it lately," she replied.

"Thanks, Mombie," Steve said.

"Are you alright with us being in here?" Eddie asked.

"Of course, I am," she laughed.

"Oh, she now knows all about me being a lesbian," Robin said.

"You're -"

"I don't know why she was so worried. She knows we're all about the love," Melissa said. "And the fact that in the early days of our marriages, we branched out with other people."

"You never said it was men and women, mother!" Robin exclaimed, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"Oh, your uncle should know, Eddie," Melissa said. "He was one of my lovers."

"What?!" Eddie shrieked.

"Oh, and he was excellent, too," Melisss sighed. "Really good with his hands - "

"Gah!" Eddie yelped and plugged his ears with his fingers. "Lalalalalala! I'm not listening!"

"You're scarring, Eddie, mombie," Robin said.

"Oh, I'll let you three to it, then," Melissa said and closed the door behind her.

"Okay, what the hell?" Eddie asked. "You know, I was okay with assuming that my uncle was basically a monk."

"How prude of you, Eddie," Robin cooed.

"You're a lesbian?" Eddie asked.

"Hm, I thought you knew," Robin said.

"Nope!" Eddie exclaimed.

"So, you don't know about either one of us?" Steve asked.

"You're a lesbian, too?" Eddie grinned.

"No, bisexual," Steve scoffed.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"I like men and women," Steve said, and then he turned to Robin. "I was pretty sure that he knew."

"Maybe the woman at the bar was wrong about flagging," Robin replied.

"I don't know. She seemed to know what she was talking about," Steve replied. "And I thought for sure that Eddie was flirting with me."

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" Eddie asked. "By the way, I'm cool with it all. . ."

"There's no way. . .no one calls someone "big boy" like that, and they're not flirting," Robin said.

"Maybe it's one of those situations," Steve whispered. "We should probably stop talking about it."

"Oh, hey, since it's your first time here, you get to pick the music," Robin said, pointing to her cassettes.

"Ooh, don't mind if I do," Eddie said and pulled the box closer to him. "Ooh. You got Bob Dylan. My mom was a fan."

"She had great tastes," Robin said and smiled when Eddie popped it in.

"Okay, what next?" Eddie asked.

Steve grinned and moved to his feet. He slowly began to untie Eddie's shoes before moving just as slowly to take them off. He kept the same pace when he took his socks off, keeping eye contact with Eddie.

"Seriously?" Robin sighed.

"What are you guys going to do to me?" Eddie asked, swallowing.

Robin rolled her eyes and pulled out a box.

"Pick a color, dingus," Robin said.

"Oh! You're painting my toenails," Eddie said.

"Well, you said that you wanted to know what we did when it's just the two of us," Robin said.

"Okay, can I do red and black?" Eddie asked.

"Of course," Steve said and began work on Eddie's feet.

"So, you two consider yourself like brother and sister?" Eddie asked as he took a magazine from Robin.

"Oh, no, that would ruin the plan," Robin said.

"We're basically platonic fiancées," Steve said.

"Well, almost fiancées," Robin said. "We're going to slowly manipulate Steve’s dad into giving us money for a wedding. We're going to take the money and give it to a worthy cause. We might just end up getting married for the hell of it, platonically, of course, but it's going to be the cheapest wedding ever. His dad would hate it."

"Mombie was against the plan at first," Steve said.

"And then she met his parents," Robin said. "Both of my parents are on board."

"As well as Claudia and Sue," Steve said.

"They meet up to discuss it, but they mostly just drink sangrias," Robin said. "And talk about. . .well, I don't know what they talk about."

"Jesus, are your parents really that bad?" Eddie asked as he flipped through the magazine.

"Yes," Steve and Robin said.

"Well, if you need any help, I'm your man," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.

"You know what would make your doe eyes pop?" Robin asked. "Eyeliner."

Eddie looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging.

"Alright."

"Yes!" Robin exclaimed and began to apply it.

"This magazine is really informative. Hey, Steve, do you mind me asking how you knew you were bisexual?" Eddie asked.

Robin had to stop applying the eyeliner because she suddenly started shaking with giggles.

"I don't mind it all - Robin, stop laughing!" Steve yelled and then sighed. "Well, apparently, it's just not very straight to practice kissing and practice having sex with a guy friend."

"Okay, well, I get the sex thing, but practice kissing with friends. . .doesn't everyone do that?" Eddie asked.

"No, and also like it? Also, no," Steve said.

"Oh, well. . ." Eddie said and looked away, thoughtfully, blushing, then he grinned. "Hell, I think I might be like you after all, big boy."

"One of us, one of us, one of us!" Robin and Steve chanted.

"You guys are freaks, I love it," Eddie laughed.

"Oh, Edward, you have no idea," Robin said.

"Should we?" Steve asked.

"Oh, I think we should," Robin said. "Eddie, do you want to be initiated into our coven?"

"Coven?" Eddie asked.

"We're wiccans," Steve grinned.

"Yeah, sure, why the fuck not?" Eddie laughed.

"Ooh! I get to try out my spell!" Robin exclaimed, clapping her hands. "And your potions and runes, Steven!"

The next thing, Eddie knew he was kneeling in the middle of Robin's room, surrounded by candles and very shirtless. Robin and Steve were both wearing black robes. Steve was kneeling in front of Eddie, painting runes on Eddie's chest and arms.

"We're kind of just making this shit up as we go along," Steve told Eddie.

"Obviously, that's clearly a dick you just painted," Eddie said, and Steve giggled.

The door opened, and Robert Buckley entered the room. Robin, Steve, and Eddie stared at him. He stared back. He set a fire extinguisher on Robin's desk.

"I thought I smelled smoke," Robert said. "Have fun."

"Thanks, Daddy," Robin and Steve said.

Just before he closed the door, Snuffles the orange tabby slipped onto the room.

"What's a Wiccan initiation without a cat?" Eddie asked with a grin.

Steve pulled out his potion. He pulled Eddie's hair back into a bun and started dabbing the potion behind his ears and on his throat. It smelled like heaven. He paused and glanced at Eddie's lips. Steve grinned before putting the potion on his own lips. Eddie stared at him in confusion. Steve cupped his face and kissed him, spreading the potion onto Eddie's lips. It also tasted like heaven. Steve tasted like heaven. Eddie let out a noise of disappointment as Steve pulled back.

"Woah! Head rush. Was that you or the potion?" Eddie asked. "What is that stuff?"

"You have to be a higher level to unlock that information," Steve said.

"Damn."

"That was completely unnecessary," Robin said and then grinned. "I can't wait until we're platonically married so I can call Eddie a whore for sleeping with my husband. It's going to be so dramatic."

Steve stood next to Robin as she opened her notebook, and they took each other's hands. Together, they started chanting in Latin. And when it was done, Steve happily wiped off the runes off Eddie's chest before presenting him with a temporary robe with promises of taking him out to pick out his own. In the meantime, Eddie was wearing Steve’s pink bathrobe. The three of them sat on Robin's window sill, hanging their feet outside. Robin and Steve sat on either side of Eddie.

"Do you think there are a lot more people like us out there in Hawkins?" Eddie asked.

"Definitely," Steve and Robin said, looking at him.

Eddie laid his head on Steve’s shoulder and intertwined their fingers. There came a sudden breeze, whipping through their hair. They smiled. They definitely felt magic in the air.

Part Three

[sapphicandgraphic]

Layover

Synopsis: Agatha decides to have some fun with innocent reader during a long layover.

Chapter Summary: After saving you from a creep at the bar, Agatha invites you to the exclusive Astra lounge (1/3)

Series Warnings: Smut, fem reader, age difference, WLW, semi-public sex, edging, mommy issues, overstimulation, slight corruption kink, protective Agatha, non-magical AU

Slinging your backpack over one shoulder, you stepped off the plane in New York with a tired smile on your face. All your other luggage was checked, and you were glad not to have to worry about it as you navigated through the crowd of hurried, weary travelers. The first leg of your trip had gone smoothly and even though you had a long night of travel still ahead of you, there was a spring in your step as you wandered into the terminal.

You’d left California wearing faded Levi jeans and a heather grey tee. Now you wished you had packed your favorite Sherpa-lined trucker jacket. Back home, summer was still in full swing, and your skin had turned golden brown from spending so many weeks surfing. But here it was a bit cooler, the promise of autumn already in the air.

With several hours to kill before your connecting flight, you parked yourself at the first bar you saw and ordered a drink. Then, pulling a tattered paperback out of your bag and flipping through the pages, you found your dogeared spot.

The chatter of people all around you blended with the distant sound of gate changes being announced over the loudspeaker, creating a hypnotic white noise. You found your mind wandering.

After reading the same paragraph a few times in a row, you set the book down with a frustrated sigh. Your brain was fried from the events of the last few days—last-minute packing, double-checking your travel details, saying goodbye to your parents and friends.

Looking around, you noticed with a jolt of surprise that you weren’t alone. A woman was seated at the far end of the bar, half-concealed in shadow and nursing a glass of wine. She wore a fitted houndstooth suit and a pair of black stilettos. You picked up your book again, pretending to thumb the pages. But your eyes were drawn back to her elegant profile, the faint laugh lines around her eyes, the hint of silver threading through her dark hair.

She turned to face you and you felt a blush creeping up the back of your neck, having been caught staring. There was something unnerving about the look on her face, the bright, predatory glint in her dark eyes. You squirmed a little in your seat, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The bartender brought your drink and you thanked him, taking a sip.

Agatha, of course, had noticed you as soon as you walked in. Pretty young thing like you would be hard to miss—long legs, sweet smile, wavy blonde hair. And she felt the exact moment your gaze settled on her, sensed the undisguised interest in your eyes. Glancing at her watch, she saw she still had hours before her gate opened. More than enough time to have a little fun.

Just as she turned to make her move, however, a barrel-chested man stumbled toward you, a lecherous grin on his big, stupid face. Agatha’s eyes narrowed in mistrust, her hackles instantly going up.

“Business or pleasure?”

You spun around, visibly startled at his proximity, and then immediately leaned back. He looked to be in his late forties, with ruddy cheeks and gray stubble. There was a lewd gleam in his beady little eyes that put you on high alert.

“Uh, business,” you said, voice shaking a little.

Something about your answer seemed to amuse the man.

“Ooh, we got a modern woman on our hands!” He hooted, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Your eyebrows shot up toward your hairline. Before you could respond, he flagged the waiter down for another drink. “Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be working at all.”

He grinned and threw back the rest of his whiskey in one enormous gulp. You flipped your book open nervously and turned away, hoping he would get the hint. Of course it didn’t deter him from pressing even closer, crowding into your personal space.

“My buddies and I have a little wager going,” he continued, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

You took a shaky breath, looking around for an escape.

“They say you’re jailbait,” he continued in a stage whisper, eyes glued to your chest. “But I think you’re mature enough to come sit with us.”

You froze, a mixture of disgust, humiliation, and adrenaline coursing through your body. The man towered over you, extending a hand toward your hips.

Suddenly, a velvety voice spoke low in your ear. “There you are, pet.”

The woman from the end of the bar had appeared at your side, stepping smoothly between you and your unwanted admirer. She was so close you could see the flecks of purple in her deep blue eyes, could smell the cloud of her perfume—something spicy, like cloves and tobacco.

Her smile was comforting, and she winked to indicate you should play along. “H-hi,” you said uncertainly, some of the tension unspooling in your chest as you smiled back in relief.

“I thought I told you to wait for me in the lounge, my little lamb,” she said, reaching out a gentle hand and gripping your chin between soft fingers. “We need to keep you away from the wolves.”

She held your gaze for a beat then brushed her thumb across your cheek. Everything from the look on her face to the sound of her voice was soothing, commanding, confident. You took a deep breath, instinctively leaning into the palm of her hand as tears of relief clouded your vision.

“Who are you?” the man asked, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.

“Agatha Harkness,” the woman replied, eyes never leaving your face. “The pleasure’s all yours.”

He snorted. “What are you, her mommy?”

“Only when she’s good,” Agatha purred. There was a dark undercurrent to her silky words, almost a promise. You felt yourself being drawn even further into her orbit. “When she misbehaves, I’m her daddy.”

This answer seemed to short-circuit the man’s brain, and he finally fell silent. She wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a few bills on the counter to cover your tab.

“You’re coming with me,” she instructed tenderly, guiding you away from the bar and further into the terminal. Her confidence was so magnetic that it didn’t occur to you to object, melting into the warmth and safety of her body pressed against yours.

She led you down the hallway and through sliding glass doors with the word Astra emblazoned on them. You were stopped briefly at a welcome desk by a greeter, who seemed to recognize Agatha instantly. She flashed a membership card and breezed past him, walking with purpose toward the next set of double doors.

It was like stepping into another world. All sensory traces of the gritty, noisy airport fell away. The gentle sound of running water danced through the air, and soft golden light spilled from recessed alcoves in the walls.

“What is this place?”

Agatha watched you with rapt attention, enjoying the wide-eyed look of astonishment as you took it all in.

“Welcome to the Astra lounge,” she said, unable to keep the self-satisfied smirk off her face. A few other travelers (mostly men in tailored suits) sat in the restaurant or on leather sofas, glancing up as you walked by.

“Let’s grab another drink,” Agatha suggested, pulling you toward the bar. “Since we were so rudely interrupted.”

The bar was located in a quiet alcove, dark and private.

“Ms. Harkness,” the bartender smiled softly as you approached. “Your usual?”

“Two, please,” she nodded. “One for me, and one for my new friend here…”

She trailed off, arching an expectant eyebrow at you. With a little embarrassed shake of your head, you remembered to introduce yourself. Agatha licked her lips, appreciating the adorable look on your face when she flustered you.

“Pretty,” she added, and you preened at the compliment when she repeated your name, almost savoring it.

As the bartender got busy muddling some herbs at the other end of the bar, Agatha pulled out a chair and gestured for you to sit down.

“Thanks,” you said, another rush of gratitude making your head spin. “For this, and for all that back there.”

“He was a pig,” Agatha spat, eyes darkening. “The way he spoke to you…”

You nodded in agreement, a disquieted look passing over your pretty face. Agatha noticed, reaching into your lap and squeezing your hand protectively. “Are you okay, hon?”

Your stomach flipped at the sensation of her long fingers tangling with your own. Combined with the earnest look in her eyes, the caring timbre of her voice, you felt an ache in your chest that reminded you of homesickness…but how could you be homesick for a person, especially one you’d just met?

“Yeah,” you tried to assure her, though your voice wavered slightly as you remembered how aggressive he had been, how boxed in you were, how claustrophobic it all felt. Casting a wary look over your shoulder, you wondered what would have happened if Agatha hadn’t come to your rescue.

“He can’t get in here,” she soothed, seeming to read your mind. She absently stroked the pad of her thumb across your knuckles, intent on coaxing the truth out of you. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

You shook your head.

“Just felt trapped,” you admitted quietly, ashamed at your inability to stick up for yourself in the moment. “I wanted to tell him to l-leave me alone, but I just couldn’t get the words out.”

“Hey,” Agatha said, voice low but fierce as she realized how unfair you were being to yourself. “Look at me.”

You glanced up and she almost forgot what she was going to say. You were so gorgeous, so innocent.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. For a moment you lapsed into silence, Agatha regarding you carefully.

“I wish I could be like you,” you whispered, so soft that the other woman almost missed it.

“What do you mean?” Agatha mused.

“The way you carry yourself,” you explained. “You’re so strong. And the way you handled that guy, what you said…”

You trailed off, cheeks heating up at the memory of their exchange. What are you, her mommy?

The older woman seemed to realize where your mind had wandered. A wicked smile hooked to the side of her face.

“It was just my way of asserting dominance over that disgusting bottom feeder. Men like that always underestimate women like me—they don’t want to fuck us, and so they have no idea what we’re capable of.”

You shivered at the way Agatha said the word fuck and briefly lost yourself in a fantasy, imagining Agatha’s strong hands slipping beneath your shirt, ghosting over your throat.

Your eyes became glassy, distant. She laid a hand over yours, patiently waiting until you focused on her again. Her face was schooled back into a sincere expression, eyebrows knitted together in worry. “But I hope I didn’t offend you, pet.”

You shook your head, rushing to disabuse Agatha of this notion. “No, of course not!”

Then, after a beat you added hesitantly, “I- I liked it.”

“You did?” A playful smile returned to her face.

You nodded and Agatha hummed in pleasure, basking in your worshipful gaze. She reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear, unable to stop herself.

“Naughty girl,” she murmured.

You felt your cheeks heating up again. Was she flirting with you? Before you could decide, the drinks arrived and the older woman pulled back. Agatha raised her glass in a silent toast and you returned the gesture before taking an eager sip, hoping to settle your nerves. She decided to switch gears.

“How long before your next flight?”

You checked your watch. “About five hours.”

Agatha nodded. “And where are you headed?”

“London,” you answered.

“London,” she repeated, idly tracing the rim of her glass with one finger. “That’s a big trip…all on your own.”

You watched the movement on her hand with feverish focus, observing the fine bones and tendons on display.

“Unless there’s someone…?” Her eyes seemed to darken with jealousy at the mere thought.

You shook your head.

“Really?” She pressed. “No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”

“I don’t really have time for dating,” you explained with a blush. “Between school and my research.”

“You’re a student,” Agatha guessed, like you were a puzzle she was desperate to solve. Her eyes searched your face fondly. “I bet you’re a quick learner.”

The compliment washed over you, settling like a blissful cloud in your chest. You nodded along to her words.

“So many new experiences on the horizon,” she mused. “Promise you’ll take care of yourself, pet.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You need to make time to enjoy life’s little…pleasures,” she urged, a wicked glimmer in her eye. “It can’t be all work and no play.”

“I guess so,” you said, unable to keep the shy little smile off your face. “School has always come first.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “As long as you come first every once in a while.”

You felt the tips of your ears pinken at the innuendo. She was definitely flirting with you.

“After all,” she pressed. “You can’t make a habit of hiding behind books at airport bars, staring at beautiful women.”

You tried your best to look innocent. Agatha grinned.

“Did you get distracted when you saw me, little lamb?” She teased. “See something you liked?”

The nickname made you shiver. Her words were still playful and inviting, but the air between you suddenly felt thick and electric. You weighed your options, considering how to respond. You couldn’t deny the powerful connection you felt with the older woman, the spark in her eye somehow soothing and dangerous.

You exhaled shakily, finally mustering enough courage to meet the other woman’s gaze. A heady mix of lust and longing spurred you onward.

“What if I did?”

Agatha leaned back, lips pursed in approval. Now that she had verbal confirmation of everything you’d been signaling with your body language, she shrugged out of her blazer and lazily unfastened the top two buttons of her shirt.

“I’d say there’s no law against looking.”

Accepting her invitation, you stared openly at everything on display from her delicate collar bones to the gentle swell of her perfect tits, the soft pale flesh just visible at the neckline of her fitted shirt. As you looked, you saw her nipples stiffen beneath the soft fabric, responding to your open, greedy gaze. She parted her legs slightly and you actually felt drool gathering in your mouth. You couldn’t believe something so simple could be so erotic.

“But remember, there’s only so much observation and research can do for you.” She plucked the cocktail straw from her glass and perched it between her full lips. “Eventually you need some…practical experience.”

Her face was set in a neutral mask, but her eyes gave her away. They searched your face, hungry for permission. She was propositioning you…and judging by her dilated pupils, she was just as desperate, just as turned on as you were.

“I’ve - I’ve never…” you trailed off, uncertain how to finish the sentence.

“Oh, pet.” Agatha’s face softened, even as her own arousal intensified at the thought of being your first, your only. She placed her hand on the table. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded, threading your fingers into hers.

“I’ll take such good care of you,” she murmured, her voice raspy. You clenched your legs together, barely suppressing a whine in the back of your throat. Agatha noticed, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she drank in your needy expression. Five hours might not be enough.

“Follow me,” she said.

And like a good little lamb, you obeyed.

Chapter 2

[hiiikiko]

𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[5: you’re such an asshole]

tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: ever since that night on the bench, you haven’t seen Spidey and it seems that Ellie has been avoiding you.. what is wrong with your love life??

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ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuck, I know! You don’t gotta keep saying that,” Ellie groaned as she threw herself onto her bed, covering her face with her hands and hoping that they would also cover her fragile ego.

“I’m just sayin’, man,” Jesse laughed as he chucked a piece of popcorn into his mouth, “It ain’t right.”

Dina chimed in, “Mhm, agreed… besides, it’s really fuckin’ weird.”

Ellie groaned and sat up. She had known Jesse and Dina since middle school, long before she got her powers, they were nice. Jesse was a transfer student from Wyoming, Dina a transfer student from New Mexico, and Ellie wasn’t exactly a transfer student but she did transfer from Austin to New York. So, the three of them soon became good friends.. all three were outsiders so it was natural for them to flock together, like birds of a feather. Soon after Ellie was bit, Jesse and Dina found her out because she broke down in front of them, crying about how stressful it is, how she’s a freak, and that she’s petrified about turning into an actual spider (thanks freshman lit).

“It’s not weird!” Ellie whined.

“You’re practically stalking the poor girl,” Dina scoffs, sitting up from the beanbag, “She has a right to know!”

Jesse nods, “Yeah, dude, and don’t you think it’s unfair? She’s confiding all her secrets in Spidey-you, not Ellie-you..”

Ellie sits up “I know.. I know I should come clean but.. she’s already a pretty big fan of Spider-Man.. hell, she has memorabilia all over her fuckin’ apartment.. what if,” she takes a deep sigh, “What if she’s, you know… disappointed? What then..”

Dina gives Ellie’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “If she’s as wonderful as you say she is.. she won’t care that her hero is a completely socially awkward nerd.”

“Hey!” Ellie scoffs and playfully pushes Dina, “But, yeah.. maybe you’re right..”

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“Argh! Gwen, there’s no fucking way I’m getting this,” you whine, burying your head into your scarf.

“Shh,” your best friend, Gwen Stacy, laughs, trying to remind you that the two of you were in a library, “Where is your tutor?”

“She’s ignoring me,” you pout, resting your head on the table and looking up at Gwen who had been attempting to help you for the last hour and a half.

Gwen rolls her eyes, “Now, why would she be ignoring you?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, ugh, she’s so confusing..”

It had been almost an entire month since you’ve heard from Ellie, she apparently requested to not work on any photoshoot with you, hadn’t been picking up your phone calls.. what made matters worse is that now Spidey was ignoring you.. well, actually.. you couldn’t be sure that he was given that he never gave you his number or socials and it’s not like the communication between you is consistent..

Gwen shakes her head, “I don’t get why you’re so upset about this.. girl, Y/n/n.. it’s not like she’s of notoriety or anything, she’s sure as hell no Abby Anderson.”

Uh, ouch?

You scoff, “You’re so shallow, you wouldn’t be saying the same thing about Peter if he hadn’t wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises, would you?”

Gwen rolls her eyes, “I wouldn’t know Peter if he wasn’t working for Stark Enterprises.”

You give a half hearted laugh as you begin to pack your things up, “Anyway, I’ll see you later Gwen.. a fellow model invited me to that play on Broadway.”

“Ooh with Mary Jane?”

You nod and wave goodbye.

The cold winter air nipped at your skin, causing the blood to rush to your cheeks and give you a nice pink dusting. You tightened your scarf around you as you flagged down a taxi.

“Y/n,” you heard a familiar french accented voice call from the street, the voice belonged to Giá, a tall, brown skinned, and brunette model. She was almost like an older sister to you, she had taken you under her wing when you first got into modelling which was surprising, given that she used to date your older brother who ended up dumping her for some gold digging camgirl.

“Hey, Giá,” you smile as you hop out the taxi, “We’re you waiting long?”

“No, I just arrived! Had to stop by the florist,” she holds up a bouquet of white lilies.

You quirk your brow, “ Mm and who might those be for?”

Giá giggles, a melodic sound, “You will see..” she plucks a lily from the bouquet and hands it to you, “this one is for you, mon cheri.”

You giggle and take the lily and hold it close, “Then shall we?”

“We shall.”

The theatre was warm and bustling with activity, attendees trying to find their seats, staff checking tickets, ladies coming in and out of the ‘powder room,’ and stagehands running around.

“This way,” a tall member of the staff says and leads you two to the front of the theatre.

“Fancy,” you mumble as you take a seat next to Giá, even your family never got this type of treatment.

Giá excitedly looks up at the stage as the curtains begin to open, a beautiful redhead comes down the staircase, singing a hauntingly tragic love song.

You could feel someone’s gaze boring into you.. taking a swift glance around, you meet the eyes of a certain auburnette, her camera laced around her neck and her eyes narrowed into yours before quickly looking away and aiming her camera at the redhead on stage.

As the play came to an end Giá quickly ran up to the stage and handed her bouquet to the redhead, earning a kiss from her. You smiled fondly at the encounter.

“Thought that was your girlfriend,” a hoarse voice mutters from behind you, so close you could feel their breath on your neck which caused you to jump and turn around.

“Abby, my god,” you gasp, putting your hand to your chest, “What are you doing here? I thought you hated plays..”

Abby laughs and crosses her arms, her eyes roaming over your figure, “Well, uh, my dad wanted to see it.. you know how he is.”

You laugh, you know exactly how Mr. Anderson was.

“So.. looks like your friend is bus?” She nods over at Giá who has her arms wrapped around the redhead.

You groan, “She was my ride home too..”

Abby smiles, “Well, I parked my car nearby..”

You consider it for a bit, “Well—.”

And before you could answer, Ellie intrudes, “I can take her home.”

She pulls you away.

“What the fuck, Ellie,” you scoff and rip yourself from her grasp.

Ellie stares daggers into you, “What? I’m just trying to fucking help, I-I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for you to go with her, given that she’s your ex and all.”

“Well, that was my decision to make, wasn’t it?” you rasp out, “I don’t need you, Abby, or even fuckin’ spider-man to come to my rescue, got that?”

Ellie looks like you just killed her favourite horse, “I-I was just trying to help..”

You storm away, not getting far when you hear “I can still give you a ride home!”

You were unfortunately in no position to pass that offer up.. so that’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Ellie’s truck, the heater on blast and indie rock coming softly from the stereo.

The ride was silent and full of tension so thick that you could only cut it with a chainsaw.

“Here we are,” Ellie drums her fingers against the steering wheel.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore.. the fucking ghosting, her acting like nothing ever happened between the two of you, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ellie stops drumming, “W-What?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking asshole. You kiss me then act like nothing happened, then come back in and save the god damn day, and—,” you cut yourself off by letting out a soft sob.

“Y-y/n, I-I can explain!” she pleads.

“I don’t want to hear it, Ellie,” you shakily mutter as you unbuckle yourself and get out of the truck, Ellie does the same and pleads with you to hear her out all the way up to your apartment.

“Please,” she whispers one last time as you slam the door in front of her face.

You stand at the door for a few minutes longer, hall expecting her to bang on the door again.. when five minutes goes by, you slip out of your clothes and into your comfiest pj set, washing your face and turning on the heater as you finally settle in on your couch..

Knock, knock, knock!

“Ellie, I already said to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucker.

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[a/n: sorry LMAO this is another filler chapter.. next chapter will feature more Ellie and maybe more of Spidey. Y/n will be attending a formal event and maybe, just maybe, Spidey will make an appearance….?]

tags: @elliecoochieeater @wavesgocrash @g3latin @elliesflowersblog @usuck @elliessweetheart @miss-chananandler-bong @lvlymicha @prettywhnyoucry @g0d-wont-let-me-die @errorlovernotfound99 @thatgiraffefromtlou

[medullamindset]

Not reader having I can fix him energy when seeing Jimmy for the first time... fails lol

NO FR!!!!!! Naive!Reader with an affinity towards 30+ year old boyfailures gets heart eyes for Jimmy trope COME HOOOME.

Makes me think of Gorillaz’s book ‘Rise of the Ogre’ when Paula Cracker say’s “But when i saw Murdoc with his thick, greasy hair, green teeth and yellow skin. I thought ‘Ooh, he’s the one for me’.” — Cuz like yeah, the Captain is right there. A blonde, blue-eyed weightlifter with good posture and a high rank. But no, the guy that looks like he crawled out of a dumpster for breakfast, he's the one you’re gonna sink your teeth into hehehu

-✿- 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 -✿-

Potential content warnings: Reader is highly naive and concerningly possessive but can a ho not have ONE red flag⁉️😸, non-canon/off-canon Jimmy, no 🍇 AU, no 🍇 to anyone is mentioned or happens, Persuasive!Reader, Jimmy kinda grows attached to R (more so the attention and affection that they give,, but its sort of ambiguous), vague allusions to regressing (mostly Jimmy), they both have issues period, brief mention of puke (not J or R's), little to no dialogue, AFAB Reader (no pronouns used), NSFW towards the end, biting and brief mention of blood.

wc: 1.7k

Initially, you were not excited to board Tulpar. But y’know, money. When you saw the flyer for the ‘PONY EXPRESS MECHANICAL INTERNSHIP’ under Swansea H., you decided fuck it. You board, float in space for a year, come home, and make some money! boom. That’s life.

Little did you know you’d hubba hubba over the guy standing behind your new Captain. The co-pilot, Jimmy.

He was so….. Ugly. Nothing like the pristine Captain Curly. Thick, angry eyebrows.. Sunken, baggy eyes.. Bulbous nose perfect for sitting on.. sad, greasy hair and that awkward white shirt.

His posture was so bad.. You just wanted to climb him like a mountain and shake his head like a snowglobe. And he smelled awful, cigarette smoke and coffee breath lingered in your nostrils when he negligently introduced himself, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down. A hint of a cheap cologne trying to overpower the potent scents — a lousy attempt.

You could’ve sworn you saw him steal a few glances at your chest while the captain spoke to you and the other intern. Making sure to streeeeetch your arms in front of you to push your boobs together.. juuust to be sure.. Yep, he's definitely looking.

Disgusting. Deliciously disgusting.

The first few weeks on Tulpar were easy, sit around in utility all day next to that other pretty idiot and listen to Swansea yap, take a few notes, stare at the wall and then run off to loom in the corner of whatever room Jimmy was holed up in for the rest of the day, and take any opportunity to help him with something.

He didn’t really pay you any mind, sure you were helpful. But dear god were you annoying? yes you were. Awkward limbs, timid shoulders and a motormouth made you up. But Jimmy would let it slide if it meant you’d bend over like this and pout like that when he said something snarky to you. God, he wanted to paint that pout with his cum, fill it to the rim, maybe then you’d shut up for once.

As annoying as it could get, it was kinda cute,.. the way you were always in his vicinity. Jimmy was never a ladies man, often ignored and scowled at by sober girls and accidentally puked on by boozed up ones before he even got the chance to take them home. So it was odd to him, how you always seemed to be there, batting your lashes at him while offering a cup of PONY EXPRESS's dingy coffee. He always took it, followed by a muttered “Thanks.”.

And he always drank it, the copious caffeine the only thing making anything on this ship tolerable. But for some reason his perception of you was always the same, whether it was "nighttime" or "daytime", a busy day or a slow day, he had a head splitting migraine or was feeling…. Jimmy. — You were always the same silly cookie. Meek and pretty and at his feet like a dog. It almost made him feel less shitty, having someone who willingly followed him around and told him things. Gave him your attention. All of it.

—

You on the other hand, really just wanted to shift that little gear in Jimmy's brain so you could embrace him, cradle his dumb head and slurp his toxicity out through his ears like spaghetti. You’re fully aware of what you’re doing, everything you say and every little touch. You’re 100% aware of yourself and Jimmy, that you’re trying to “fix” this failure of a man for your own pleasure. but there’s always that fucked up fantasy that he can be all yours. Even though it’s never gonna happen, cuz he's miserable, the idea keeps you going. You’re persistent, you’ll play this game until you get back to earth. Fine.

You’ll simply just have to get through to him and make him crave your attention, then when you get back to earth he won’t want to part ways.. you’ll be his safety net! He’ll army crawl back into your arms no matter how hard he tries to be an independent man.

And so far so good.

Four months into the trip Jimmy had started to initiate, he approached you and spoke to you whenever he needed, told you things that should be getting written down on the Psych Evals.. but they aren’t, they’re only for your ears. And by god, will you soak it all up.

Sometimes he’d sit on your bed after hours and just talk about whatever. And you, being the unworldly person you are, take the opportunity to crawl into his vulnerable lap and scratch at his beard. Eyes sparkling when you look up at him, so dazed and sappy it's sickening. Sometimes you’d interlock your hand with his. your soft, deft fingers a foreign feeling in his calloused palms.. but surprisingly, not unwelcome..

You’re so naive, so fucking childish.. yet your embrace is so motherly. Makes Jimmy feel like he's back in a gooey womb, a baby, thoughtless, with no memories, no responsibilities. He wants to shove you away, to be repulsed, but the kiss you land in his hair before combing it out with your fingers has him stuck in place. The smell of your skin all too familiar.

Jimmy is taken way aback the day you lean in and kiss the silvered scar above his lip, as if sitting in his lap- or having him in yours for that matter, and caressing his sweaty skin most nights isn’t already beyond intimate in your world.

He looks down at you puzzled, squinting as if turning you blurry will spell your intention out to him like some sort of hidden message.. but when he fixes his eyes again all he finds is your dark, enamoured stare. You smile up at him all dopey, and he almost smiles back.. just almost.

“Damn. Here i am spilling my guts.. Are you even listening or are you too busy lusting?” he quips lowly, zealous stares unfaltering. Maybe it's in your head, but you swear there's a similar glint in his eyes as there most certainly is in yours when he looks down at you.. 

“Yeah, yeah.. i am. Curly pisses you off and you wish it was you instead of him, blah blah blah.. Power, blah blah blah authority. Now kiss me back, you wuss.” You murmur before straightening up, leaning in and dragging your lips across his, feather light, a tickle. Jimmy wants to be annoyed that you’re disregarding his ranting, a part of him is.. but it’s quickly shoved aside when he considers your offer and punches his lips into yours, taking you up on that offer with all teeth and tongue, his free hand tangling in your hair and holding you in place. Exactly where he wants you -- This is exactly what you wanted. Jimmy thinks he has the control, but he's too deep in it now, he doesn’t realize how much you know now, how bad you could screw him over if you really wanted. But you’ll let him play the dominant one, that way he won’t shy away from the bond you’ve created.

It’s everything but chaste when your back hits the mattress -- Jimmy blankets your body with his and attacks your skin with his mouth, slobbering all over you and hastily pulling your clothes off piece by piece. 

He paints your neck and chest in the nastiest of bruises as he snaps his hips into yours.. to the best of his abilities. Jimmy’s had a funny hip ever since an incident that landed him in jail a few years ago, said jail Curly had to bail him out of. So keeping a steady pace takes a little more effort than it should need to, tearing carnal groans and grunts from him, a cold string of saliva connecting his lower lip to your nipple, perked up and pinkish from his reverent tongue.

You chant his name like a prayer, each letter falling off your tongue so sinfully. Tugging at his hair and cradling his head in the same way you do when he feels regressed in your lap, a puddle of thoughtless nothingness, nothing but TV snow playing in his head, lulled by your heartbeat.. It's addicting, Jimmy’s eyes roll back to his brain behind his shut lids.

Your pretty little face contorts into a pained expression. The sex in itself isn’t painful, it’s the committed rhythm of his tip ramming straight into your g-spot, punching into it in a way that has your vocals reduced to squeaks and labored gasps in no time. The carnal impression you've been craving since that first brief eyecontact at the station satistfying something deep inside the core of your soul.

“Jimmy!!” He knows, he can feel it, you're squeezing him so tight, eagerly sucking him into you, your heels pressing into his lower back to aid in the action, holding him impossibly close before cramping up at his sides.

Jimmy..   Jimmy..!   Jimmy!!

Jimmy cums not long after you, he could’ve been selfish and only chased his own high. But you’re too important now, you’ve become a part of his routine, and he will not screw that up. The way you’re pulsing around him is way too addicting anyways. Jimmy fucks you through your high, biting down on you in the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, the faintest taste of iron sinking into his tastebuds and the way you rub and scratch at his worn back arisen his senses. He tongues at the crimson stains on your neck and pulls out just in time to rut against your pubes, cussing up a storm as he spills onto your twitching stomach. 

He pulls back and wipes it off with a stray sock from the corner of your bed.

The room reeks of sweat and sex as he lies with you, fitting himself between your limbs like a puzzle piece after you’ve turned to your side, your thighs slotting perfectly into the dips of his waist and arms caging him against your sternum where he breathes you in. The room falls silent as Jimmy’s fingers draw on the skin of your back, soft drags occasionally interrupted by a possessive scratch. The faint tickles and pokes of his bitten-down nails lulling you to sleep soon enough.

You’ll keep doing this till one of you dies. You’re never gonna fix Jimmy, there's no such thing.. But you can dream, and so can he. It’s fucked up and carnal, and it’s not "love". But it’s yours, and you’ll hide Jimmy in your chest for as long as it works.

I got a little too into it i think-

[jellieland]

"Well, that was fun!" says Jimmy.

"Oh, was it?" says Grian, grumpily. He's on top of the mountain, assessing the damage from Martyn's end crystal. It's blown up part of the bed shrine, which might actually be more of a loss than the twenty-two hearts of damage it did to him. "You did seem to be enjoying making me do completely ridiculous stuff, don't think I didn't notice that."

"It was pretty funny though," says Jimmy. "Remember when you got Cleo and Etho to spin in circles for no reason?"

"...Okay, that was pretty funny," Grian admits.

"Ooh, and when you got them to do the zombie dance," says Jimmy.

Grian shakes his head. "I can't believe no one said anything." He frowns at the place where the wolf spawner used to be.

"Yeah, pretty crazy right?" says Martyn.

Grian spins round and flinches back, letting out a shriek.

Martyn is leaning casually up against one of the trees, watching him. "Honestly Grian, I think maybe you need to reevaluate your life if Timmy controlling all your actions didn't set off any red flags with anyone," he says.

"You couldn't have let me know that was coming, Tim?" asks Grian, exasperated, staring up into the empty sky.

Jimmy is quiet for a moment longer than Grian expected. "Say hello to Martyn," he says.

"You know I don't have to do what you say anymore, right?" says Grian. "I'm fact, maybe I'll do the opposite of what you say."

"Hey, no!" cries Jimmy.

Martyn makes a quiet noise, and Grian's gaze snaps back to him. "Oh no, don't let me interrupt," he says airily.

Grian clears his throat. "...Hey, Martyn," he says awkwardly.

"Hello, Martyn," says Jimmy softly, as though Martyn will be able to hear him.

"Hello," says Martyn. He looks around, up into the sky. "Timmy still about, then?"

"Maybe," says Grian. "Why? I'm not about to pass notes for your tearful reunion, if that's what you're here for."

"Aww," says Jimmy. "Why not?"

"No," says Martyn. "You need to get rid of him."

"Hey!" cries Jimmy. "Wait, what-"

"Whatever this is," continues Martyn, "it needs to stop."

"It's not up to me," says Grian, narrowing his eyes. "I don't see what you're so upset about, though."

"You don't?" says Martyn, coolly. "Look at you. Like you're dragging his corpse around to parade before the entire server."

"I am not!" snaps Grian. "And frankly I resent the suggestion!"

"Oh yeah?" says Martyn. "What do you think you were doing, then?"

Grian glares at him. "A task!"

"Right, yeah, course." Martyn glares back. "And why'd you think the session was so calm, huh?"

Grian frowns, thrown off. "I- Wait, what?"

"What do you mean, what?" snaps Martyn. "You're the one who brought the canary back to haunt us!"

"Haunt me, you mean! And anyway, he didn't even die first this time, that was Lizzie."

"It's not just about dying first," says Martyn. "It's about what comes after. He dies, and then it all goes wrong. Everything falls apart."

"I don't know, dude, I'm doing alright." Grian shrugs.

"And then he comes back," continues Martyn pointedly, "and on a server full of reds and yellows, not a single person properly dies. You don't think that's weird?"

Grian considers, but not for long. "I don't know," He crosses his arms. "I think you're just twisting the narrative to suit what you think it should be."

"Oh, really?" Martyn scoffs. "And what does Jimmy think?"

Grian rolls his eyes. "Alright fine, Timmy, what do you think?"

There is silence.

"...Tim?" says Grian.

There is more silence.

"Well?" asks Martyn, eventually.

"I think he's gone," says Grian.

"Gone," says Martyn flatly.

"Yep," says Grian, suddenly nervous.

"Gone?" Martyn raises his voice. He looks up to glare at the clouds. "Are you serious?"

"Look," says Grian. "I don't know what you actually wanted to talk about, but-"

"Really? I had one person! One!" Martyn shouts at the sky. "And you took him, too? He was dead before! He was already dead, and then you gave him to someone else, and then you took him, again?!"

Grian shifts nervously. He's not entirely sure that Martyn's talking to him, but- "I didn't do it on purpose! It's a task, Martyn, come on! It's random chance!"

Martyn turns abruptly to look back at Grian. "It's not random." He says. His hand goes to his sword, and Grian suddenly feels rather unsafe. "It's not random. It's never random."

"Okay," says Grian, slowly inching back and away. That doesn't sound right, but it doesn't seem like the time to argue.

"You think this isn't planned?" snaps Martyn. "You think this isn't just more and more ways to mess with us? Over and over and over again?"

Grian think they mess with themselves pretty well already, but he isn't about to say that right now. He opens his mouth to respond, and-

"Grian?" Cleo's voice—oh, thank goodness. Cleo's voice carries up from the base below. "You alright up there?"

Martyn and Grian make eye contact.

"I'm good, Cleo! Could use some help, though, if you want to come up?" calls Grian.

"Kay, be there in a minute!" Cleo shouts.

Martyn narrows his eyes. "I'll see you at the end," he murmurs. "This won't last much longer."

"Probably not," Grian replies, just as quiet. "It never does."

Martyn turns to go.

Before he leaves, Grian sighs. "Jimmy told me to say hello," he says, some foolish sense of obligation forcing out the words.

Martyn pauses, but doesn't look back. After a moment, he vanishes into the trees.

Grian looks at the aftermath of the exploded end crystal. The broken shrine. The scars on his hands.

"It never does last," he says again. "Not when people do stuff like that."

[charliemwrites]

Since I’ve been going pretty hard on dark fics lately….

Who’s up for some childhood friend Simon?

In his worst moments, when he thinks of his inevitable premature and violent end, he hopes that he’ll be able to hold out long enough to die in your arms. Even if they have to fly him straight from the battlegrounds to you, lay him in the grass outside your flat, he wants your face and voice that puts him to his final sleep.

Most moments aren’t his worst moments. But he still thinks of you and prepares. Everything is going to you, of course. Price knows. You’ll get Simon’s tags, his mask, a flag. You’ll get a letter.

He started one night after you two reunited, a little drunk from a thank-fuck-we-survived post mission celebration. It’s a little wobbly and ramble in some places, but never threw it out - never reread it either. Finished it in one hour, three pages long.

He’s added onto it since then. On hard night, nights he misses you. When he’s nostalgic and tipsy, when he wakes up from nightmares soaked in your blood. It’s about 12 pages now. Different colors of ink, different types of pages. Even one slanted and awkward because his writing hand was broken so he had to use the other.

He doesn’t bring it home to you with him. Doesn’t want you to accidentally discover it and think it’s something else. It stays where Johnny will find it if the worst happens; Simon trusts him to give it to you.

He never really thought about it the other way round. Couldn’t stand to face the prospect again. Not when he can feel the bullet scar beneath your shirt sometimes, or sees you rubbing at it in cold weather.

(He doesn’t consider it his worst moments but he knows you would - that he’d crawl in that grave with you.)

But it’s almost happened again. You’re sitting caddy-corner to him at a briefing table, listening to Price as he explains the situation. Simon’s watching you watching Price. Your shoulders are relaxed, fingers fiddling with your temporary access card. Not nervous, just occupied while you focus.

You’re not worried at all. Simon feels like he’s falling apart right here. One shake of the stupid uneven table and all his pieces will just slide apart into a useless pile.

Without looking away, your hand slides across the table and hooks around his. He doesnt startle - he’s ghost right now, and ghost is rock solid - but his fingers twitch around yours. You shoot him a quick smile and then refocus on Price, picking at a worn patch on the skeleton design of Simon’s glove.

Duct tape for a collapsing soul.

Price concludes, “You’ll stay here, safe and sound with an escort.”

Simon speaks up for the first time in what feels like days.

“I’m not bein’ deployed, skipper. Not right now.”

Price snorts. “‘Course not. You’re on leave with little miss here in sweden.”

“Sweden,” Simon repeats, unimpressed. Not one of the Laswell’s better lies.

“Land of tall blondes,” you chime.

“No one else knows I’m a blond.”

You shrug. “Their loss.”

Simon snorts, you grin, and Price dismisses you both in short order.

You’re staying in Simon’s room; the captain didn’t even offer you temporary quarters. Not that you minded, happy to toss your things amongst his and climb into his bed.

He cleans his favorite gun impulsively at the desk while you futz around on his computer - probably investigating the latest set of unreleased movies he bribed from Laswell.

“You get ten minutes of brooding left and then we’re getting food and watching a movie.”

He scowls down at the magazine, oiled cloth in hand.

“I’m not brooding.”

“It’s like you have your own lighting. I swear those shadows are darker next to you.”

“That’s just how light works.”

“Oh it would have been so much cooler if you said, like, ‘I am the shadows’.”

He pauses, casts you a long, flat look. You beam.

“Ooh, yeah, with that face too! C’mon, say it!”

He blows out a dramatic breath, then grumpily repeats, “I am the shadows.”

You laugh, hopping up from the bed to approach. He shifts his gear out of the way, clearing a space for you to lean against his desk, your knee touching his.

“Im alright, Si. There’s nowhere safer I could be.”

He sets the pieces in his hands aside, flexes his fingers spasmodically.

“Could just not know me. Anywhere would be safer than knowing me.”

You click your tongue, purely derisive. “That’s stupid.”

“That’s just facts, babes.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s your guilt complex. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here.”

He arches his eyebrows - not that you’ll be able to see it past the mask. But you know him well enough to just know.

“Right here?” he challenges. “On a military base? With who fuckin’ knows out to get you? Just because you lived two doors down from me in kindergarten?”

You sigh, that one that tells him you’re employing extra patience purely out of love and experience.

“Right here, Si. Wherever you are,” you confirm.

“Should cut your losses,” he says, trying his best impression of the machine he became after he lost everyone but you. He’s never felt less protected in the mask.

As always, you see right through him.

“A bullet couldn’t take me from you, Simon Riley. The ‘Ghost’ doesn’t stand a chance.” You curl your fingers around the back of his neck, duck down until your forehead knocks against the hard mask’s. “Because it’s me n’ you ‘til the sun stops rising.”

An oath made of picked daisies and shared blood. The weight of it presses on his chest so hard he feels buried again. Layers of earth crushing him, you up above, the only heaven he knows or needs.

“Me ‘n you,” he rasps.

You let him stay like that another moment. Absorbing the warmth of your fingertips, crept beneath the edge of the balaclava. Breathing with you until he’s sure you’re synched. Heart, breath, blood, down to the firing of your neurons.

“Alright, no more brooding. You’ll feel better with some food.”

Simon exhales, sloughing off the gloom and pessimism that weighs on Ghost’s shoulders. You’re here, right here. Nothing will happen to you when he’s still breathing.

“Think I have a few more minutes.”

“Nah, it compounds when I brood with you.”

“You brood like a rainbow broods.”

You snort and flick at his mask, tugging him up with you towards the door. He lets himself settle, listening to your cheerful babble all the way to the mess.

[vroomvro0mferrari]

LN4 | First Date

Summary: You're at the club with your friends when you spot the prettiest man you've ever seen. When he notices you and asks you out on a date, it's no surprise you say yes – even though your nerves almost get the better of you.

Lando Norris x female!Reader

WC: 2.0K

Warnings: None, I think.

Masterlist

She left her building with her arms full, struggling not to drop her handbag, shoes, or present for her date. It was especially difficult with her hands slightly shaking from the nerves. She was about to go on her first date. Well, not her first date, but her first date with Lando.

She had met him around a week ago when she was clubbing with her friends in the heart of London. She was having fun with her friends, dancing freely to the pulsing music in the crowded club when she saw him. He was the prettiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, with his bright eyes, fluffy, curly hair and gorgeous laugh, head thrown back at a joke one of his friends made. She couldn't help but stare at him, until he caught her looking, that is. As soon as he felt her eyes on him, he shifted his gaze towards her. And the moment they made eye contact, she quickly turned her head away and looked back at her friends, blushing like crazy.

“Who are you looking at?” Her best friend shouted at her, trying to reach her over the loud volume of the music. Unfortunately for [Y/N], she had spotted her staring and immediately questioned her. She moved her head next to Y/N’s, trying to align her view with her friend to spot the man who had her entranced. “Stop doing that! You’re making it way too obvious!” Y/N hissed at her friend, pushing her face away.

“Ooh, he’s cute!” She said, giggling. “You should ask him out!”

Y/N had rolled her eyes at her friend, as if she would ever do that. She was way too shy for that. The fact the man had already spotted her staring was enough to make her blush, let alone asking him out.

As the night carried on, she kept him in her sights, looking over every few minutes to see if he was still there. Every so often he would catch her looking, making her blush and look away. But he couldn’t see that in the dark night club, could he?

He could. Lando had noticed her looking the first time but dismissed it. There were a lot of people there tonight, and she was probably just a fan. But when she kept looking over every few minutes and hadn’t pulled out her phone to take a picture or to post about his presence in the club somewhere online, and hadn't come over to ask for a picture, he doubted if she really recognised him after all.

She was very pretty, her outfit, hair, and make-up only adding to her allure. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to go out very often, a bit nerdy if you will, but the blush covering her cheeks everytime he caught her looking made up for it. It was adorable. And so, when he saw her alone at the bar, he took his chance.

“Hey there!” He said, moving to stand next to her at the bar. “Mind if I join you?”

She was immediately blushing when she recognised the man she’d been staring at all night. “Oh, um, sure! I mean, yeah, go ahead.” She stumbled over her words.

“Great! I’m Lando by the way,” he says.

“Oh, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Lando”

“I could say the same. So, what brings you the the club tonight?” He asks while flagging down the bartender, and ordering his drink.

“My friend just got a new job, so we’re out celebrating! I wasn’t planning to come with, but my friends dragged me out tonight, said I needed to let loose a bit,” she responded chuckling awkwardly and taking a sip of her drink to avoid eye contact.

“Well, I’m glad they did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you,” he said, staring at you.

Of course, he had to say something like that, right when her blush was starting to fade away a little bit. Her face was flaring red now, she was certain. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she responded, looking down.

“So I reckon you don’t go to clubs often, then?”

“No, I’m more of a stay-at-home kind of person, actually.” She smiles shyly, finally looking up into his eyes.

“Ah, I get it. I do enjoy going out once in a while, but because of my job I can’t do that very often. It’s made me appreciate the nights in more,” he says smiling.

By now he had definitely noticed she was shy and nervous, but not because of who he was, because she obviously didn’t know about what he did for a living or his fame and money, that much was clear.

“There’s no need to be nervous. I promise I won’t bite." He chuckled, trying to make her feel at ease. "How about I get you another drink?”

And so he did. He got her two more drinks, even, before her friends came to get her. Although the girls were trying their best to be her wingmen, and wanted her to meet someone, half of her friends were absolutely pissed, and she was the least drunk and only person who could help them get home safely. However, before letting her leave with her group of friends, Lando asked her for her number. Of course, Y/N blushed at the question, but she gave it to him nevertheless.

She left the club with her friends as Lando went back to his group. It wasn’t until she was in the taxi that Y/N found out that world-famous Formula 1 driver Lando Norris was the one who’d been flirting with her all night. She was shocked when she found out, to say the least, even more so when she got a message the day after, asking her out on a date.

That’s how she ended up in the lift to his flat – actually, not his flat but that of his best friend. He had invited her to come over to the place he was staying at for the time being, because he didn’t live in London anymore. She thought it was quite peculiar when she first saw the message. Apparently, everybody – but her – knew of him, he’s crazy famous, yet he invited a random girl he spoke to for one night over to his best friend’s place?

Although, he did know her pretty well by now. After he asked her out, they kept in touch. He sent her videos and pictures, and several memes, but he also asked her questions. To which she always responded with an answer. 

She stared into the mirror of the lift, checking her makeup and adjusting her dress. She took in her appearance and made sure the present she had brought for Lando was still looking good. She was starting to doubt now if she’d made the right choice. Her mum had taught her that you should always bring a gift when you visit someone’s home. However, she was not just coming over for tea, this was a date. Is it weird to bring a present for your date – more specifically, your first date? It was too late now anyway, the lift was already on the right floor.

Y/N walked out of the lift in search of the flat, and when she found the correct door she took a moment to calm herself. She took a deep breath, ran a hand through her hair, and straightened her dress one last time before she knocked on the door.

Lando opened the door only seconds later. “Hey! You made it!” He greeted her, pulling her into a hug right away.

“Hi!” She responded, hugging him back with only one arm, the other holding her present for him. 

“I brought you something,” she said as soon as he released her. Already blushing from the hug, and out of fear he won’t like what she’d brought. She pulled the bouquet of flowers she’d bought for him from behind her back, smiling shyly as she handed them to her date.

“I got you flowers, which I’m now realising is a really stupid gift, and you probably won’t like it—” He interrupted her nervous rant with a reassuring smile, “No, I love it! It’s so sweet of you, I’ve never had someone buy me flowers. Thank you, they’re beautiful!” He pulled her in for another hug, leaving a chaste kiss on her temple, which made her blush even more. She felt relief wash over her upon his appreciation of her gift as she followed Lando into the flat.

He led her into the kitchen, where he put the flowers into a vase and put them on the dinner table which was already set for their dinner.

As Y/N relaxed, adjusting to his presence, their conversation flowed effortlessly as they talked about everything and nothing. He asked her about her hobbies and aspirations, and she asked him about his work and dreams for the future. They bonded over their shared love of travel as they ate the lasagna Lando claimed he made from scratch, but was actually an oven-ready store-bought one. Nevertheless, it tasted great, and the company only made it better. The shared jokes and flirty comments created a sense of comfort and familiarity between the two.

As the night progressed, Lando and Y/N kept the conversation going without any awkward silences; chatter and laughter filled their evening as time passed by more quickly than either of them could process. But as it became later and later, Y/N felt reluctant to leave, and go home. However, despite the fun she was having, and how comfortable she felt with Lando, sleeping over on a first date was definitely not an option. 

So, after one last drink, she got up to leave. Lando, ever the gentleman, walked her down to her car. She could feel her heart skip a beat, and a blush rising up her neck when he rested his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the lobby of the building, and outside to her car. Y/N turned around to face Lando when they got to her car.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight. I really enjoyed tonight,” she said, smiling softly at Lando.

He smiled back at her. “I did too. There’s actually this new minigolf place that just opened up that I’ve been wanting to try out, if you’d like to join me?” If Y/N didn’t know better, she would have thought he was nervous, as if she’d ever reject him after the fun she’d had tonight.

Y/N nodded. “I would love to,” smiling once more at the prospect of another date with Lando. They stared at each other for a few seconds, but just when Y/N turned around to open her car door, Lando reached out and moved his hand down her arm, pulling her closer. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s body. "Wait," he whispered, the sound of his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart when he moved his face closer to hers. Then, before Y/N could react, Lando pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, in the moment. Lando slowly moved his lips against hers, cupping her face with one hand, and using the other to pull her closer by her waist. Y/N let herself relax into his body, her hands at the back of his neck and head, as she forgot everything around her, everything except Lando.

When they pulled away, a bright blush covered Y/N’s face, as she smiled shyly up at him. Lando let her go and opened her car door. “I’ll text you!” He told her with a big smile before closing the door for her. He watched her drive away with a love-struck smile on his face before going back inside, excited to tell Max, whom Lando had forced to stay in his bedroom all night, about his amazing date, and to stare at the flowers she’d gotten him.

[diary-of-a-loser-boy]

pjo characters as weird and dumb things me and my friends have said

Percy: what the fuck is cockblocking like I can't block ur cock on Snapchat

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Will: UUUUUUUGH MY ASS HURTS- ooh look a butterfly

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Leo: I CANT FIND MY PRETTY STICKER- AW FUCK- SHIT- MY VAGINA- OOAOoOoOOooAHAHHAgh

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Jason: I can't actually believe I just agreed with you but hey here we are

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Reyna: why the fuck am I friends with any of you hoes

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Piper: should I...? too late I did it

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Will: the best way to rizz someone up is by rizzing them up *turns to friend, winks horribly* hey baby girl

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Rachel: one sec getting my anger out *aggressively splatters paint on canvas*

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Annabeth: sometimes I'm smart. When I'm smart, I'm smart. *awkward thumbs up and grimace*

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Octavian: fuck the gays they should all die ... I mean I could fuck some gays

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Hazel: I'll make you tea but not in a sweet way I'll make it so hot in burns your tongue and you can't speak for a week

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Frank: hey guys check me out I'm a furry on drugs *WOOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF*

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Grover: I love plants :3 specifically magic mushrooms but like

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Leo: I mean I would totally fuck you but like respect man

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Will: Ugh fuck my life I hate everything *coldplay starts playing* I retract the previous statement I fucking love life

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Jason: UGH UR ALL SO DUMB but I'm in

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Nico: if u wanna kys clap ur hands *rapidly claps hands*

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Piper: *hypnotizes u with my beautiful blue orbs* come over to my house

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Hazel: respectfully hope you die <3

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Frank: I'm on acid what's it called when a ton of cats jump on each other a dog pile or a cat pile

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Reyna: OH THANK GOD- sike I don't believe in that motherfucker hahahha

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Annabeth: I'm so smart *holds up the one good test I got in school* see the teacher even gave me an 11/10 because I wrote my name in a cool font

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Leo: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH IM SO HORNY- *mom walks in* oh hi mom how are you

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Will: we can just... fuck. as friends though no homo.

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Rachel: IF I DON'T DRAW SOMETHING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES I AM GOING TO MAUL SOMEONE

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Octavian: you all suck and I hate you *silence* no wait come back

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Someone: haha ur gay

Nico: yeah??? and ur not?? like don't knock it until you try it dick is yummy man

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Hazel: someone just told me what smearing is and honestly I kinda wanna die *fix you by coldplay starts playing* LMAO WTF

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Frank: you sad ass emo dog just be happy

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Percy: I Am OnE wiTh ThE oCeAn AnD HopEfuLLy aLL oF ThE hOt MerPeOpLe In iT

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Leo: *talking to literally nobody* hey guys!! gonna go get my top surgery! *shows up at claires*

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Reyna: I only wanna die sometimes and that's normal right

RIGHT

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Will: *playing guitar* haha look guys I'm fingering A minor *strums violently*

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Jason: screw men *eyes widen* I should start taking my own advice ngl

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Will: *listening to a playlist that Nico made him* ugh my emo ass boyfriend and his stupid music I hate him *proceeds to write his name over and over again in diary with hearts around it*

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Nico: what if I strangle someone with a pair of earbuds

Will: please don't

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Leo: *in demonic voice* LeAf *eats it*

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Nico: *pulls gay flag out of pocket* omg it's u

Will: *shuffles around in pocket, finds condom* ... it's u, vanilla flavoured

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Leo: my name's Leo

Percy: and I like jugs

Nico: I'm mentally ill

Leo: and I'm on drugs :D

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Jason: is there anything better than pussy

Piper: I thought you where gay

Jason:

Jason: my boyfriend's trans?

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Will: the temptation to fuck an emo boy rn is killing me

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Leo: the masculine urge to

Leo:

Leo: I forgor

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Will: that's good!

Nico: like me in bed

*silence*

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Leo: smash or pass Ryan Gosling

Nico: SMASH

Will: PASS

Solangelo: *glares at each other*

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Nico: omg stop with that song

Will: but

Will: but you can take me hot to go :(

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Annabeth: yeah

Percy: yeah

Annabeth: *in funny voice* yeah

Percy *hentai moan* yEEEAAAaaH

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Leo: *pointing at Nico* EEEEEEWWWW AN EMOOOOOO EWWW

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Jason: never ever look up what an eyesha erotica lyric means

Reyna:

Reyna: oh you poor soul *pats back*

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Nico: I can't breathe

Will: just

Will: breathe air

Nico: I breathe drugs

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Piper: I'm gonna go play basketball

Leo: haha play with my balls

Jason: already do

Leo: *chokes on air*

well that's all sorry for the torture, thanks to @localcosplaymushroom, @crowwolf8, @justagremlinoncaffeine, and @secret-mewtwo for all of the funny convos that went into this

[sequoias-fandoms-and-hottakes]

Specifically Dabihawks Incorrect Quotes

Hawks: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Dabi: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

Dabi: I love you. Hawks, not paying attention: What was that? Dabi: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Hawks: Are you busy? Dabi: Yes. Hawks: Cool, listen to this...

Hawks, talking about Dabi: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

Mirko: You need a hobby. Hawks: I have a hobby! Mirko: Fawning over Dabi isn’t a hobby.

Hawks, staring upwards: So, Dabi broke up with me… haha… Mirko: Why are you looking up? Hawks: I need to cry, but my foundation was 48 dollars!

Dabi: Hawks and I are no longer dating. Hawks: Dabi, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Hawks, throwing his head into Dabi's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Dabi, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Hawks, at Dabi: You're my significant other. Dabi: Yeah I am! Hawks, at Tokoyami: You're my child. Tokoyami: Yes boss. Hawks, at Endeavor: You're my bitch. Endeavor: Yeah I am- wait, what? Hawks, at Mirko: My bestie. Mirko: Naturally. Hawks, at Shigaraki: HA, GAY! Shigaraki: Fuck you.

Hawks: Hey, Dabs, what do you think it would be like if we had kids? Dabi: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly. Hawks: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it? Dabi: Can't really say I have. Hawks: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes. Dabi: Sorry, birdy. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Dabi: Pros and cons of dating me. Dabi: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Dabi: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Hawks: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

Dabi: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Toga: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Hawks. Dabi, pointing his hot glue gun towards Toga: You’re on thin fucking ice.

Dabi: Fight me! Hawks: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Hawks: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Hawks: That was so hot, Dabi. Dabi: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Hawks: I'm so in love with you.

at 3am Twice: runs into Dabi’s room and turns on the light Wake up sleepyhead! Dabi: wakes up Dude! Twice: cackles Hawks: sits up from where he was sleeping behind Dabi What the fuck, Twice? Twice: jaw drops Wait WHAT-

Kurogiri: Just be yourself. Dabi: Really? Kurogiri, I have one day to win over Hawks’s parents. Dabi: How long did it take for you guys to like me? Mr. Compress: Couple of weeks. Spinner: Six months. Shigaraki: Jury’s still out. Dabi: See Kurogiri? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?! (joke's on him, if Hawks's parents actually like him that's probably a red flag)

Hawks: How much did you spend on this date? Dabi: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.

Toga, walking into Hawks and Dabi’s bedroom in the middle of the night: I had a bad dream. Hawks: What was it about? Dabi: No, don’t ask her that! Hawks: Why not? Dabi: Cause she’ll answer!

okay I'm feeling much better now that's all thank you goodbye

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hi! I've been really enjoying your ecology posts lately. I was wondering- if I wanted to learn about ecology, but didn't have the time or money to go to uni, where would you suggest I start? Thanks!

Ooh, let's think.

So I suppose there's two halves to this: broad ecology processes and concepts that are universally true and fundamental to the field, and then the specific ecology of the area you're in that you'll likely see and be interacting with.

The latter of this is tricky for me to comment on without knowing where you are in the world, but countries do tend to have organisations that have publicly accessible websites on these things. In the UK, for example, there's the Wildlife Trust, the Woodland Trust, the RSPB, the Mammal Society... Each has species profiles you can access, or habitat profiles. There's also apps for ID, though those tend to be a Use With Caution situation, because they can flag things incorrectly. But I personally find PlantNet is pretty good for botany, as it indicates a list of possibilities that you then need to sift through with your human brain rather than an AI confidently telling you the foxglove you're looking at is a grasshopper.

Also, local nature groups often hold events like nature or ID walks, usually run by someone with a wealth of knowledge. Go along and ask questions! You can also make friends this way, which is always a bonus. Ecologists always end up with a phone book full of Organism People - if you find a weird frog you ask your Reptile Person. Weird mushroom? Ask your Fungus Person. I myself am a Tree Person. I know this about myself. I'm okay with it.

But! Species ID is only the surface of ecology, and arguably the less important part. It's more important to understand how the system works. To that end:

The best option I can think of offhand is Khan Academy, and their course on Environmental Science. Not all of it is strictly ecology specifically, but it is all interrelated. That will give you the fundamental information, and then if anything particularly interests you, you can dive deeper from there.

Good luck! And enjoy learning

[yandere-sins]

Ooh, here's a fun question for everyone,

What do you think your chances are to actually survive a yandere?

Personally my chances are slim af 💀I'm too socially awkward to manipulate my way out of anything, I suck at all physical activities, and I'd rather die than have to be trapped in one area with one person for the rest of my life 😭

Like if anyone tried to stab a syringe into me, I'd probably just faint at the sight of the needle-

Or if anyone got hurt, I'd puke at the sight of fucking blood

EVEN JUST TALKING TO THE YANDERE, I'd be so awkward and quiet I'm pretty sure they'd just fall right out of love with me. Either that or I'm just trying to bargain my freedom here, except the bargains gets progressively worse

And if we're being real here, I can't use the fucking bathroom if anyone's nearby. Legit, I'd die within 2 days top. Either the yandere gets sick of me or I just give up and jump off the nearest roof I find 🥲

I can barely survive as it is, with a yandere I'm pretty sure I would have been dead ten seconds ago ;^;

You are so valid anon! There are a lot of instances that would be super hard to stomach, although they are very up to the individual! Being in such a situation is always awful, so we all probably have some weak points that could be exploited... But, good news! I don't believe in yandere falling out of love with their darling, so you are at least safe in that aspect, haha...

As for me, I am actually going to say my chances are pretty good, I think. It won't be easy to kidnap me, I am paranoid, don't put myself in dangerous situations, and also have a ton of muscles after five years of training, so I can pack a punch! Could I still be manipulated? ʸᵉˢ. Would I be easily manipulated if someone showed me a bit of love? ᵃˡˢᵒ ʸᵉˢ. Could someone wave their red flags and I wouldn't see them because I want to believe in the good in people? ˢⁱᵍʰ… ʸᵉˢ.

I give myself a yandere survivability of 65% :')

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[harleehazbinfics]

A day off without you.

A/N: i missed my goobers

--- Cannibal Chef!Reader m.list

You never took any days off, especially when you loved being by Alastor's side. So, what was the point if you took a break when you won't see him? Today however, you were left in the hotel without Alastor. When Charlie saw him leave the hotel without you tailing behind him, this left Charlie with a chance to kidnap you.

"Come on! Let's go to Lu Lu Laaaand!~" she sang wearing a duck hat and waving a yellow flag around.

You tilted your head unable to comprehend the situation while all the others just sighed and shrugged following her lead, pretty used to Charlie aggressively suggesting exercises that would help them 'get along better' however, nowadays they didn't mind it, they pretty much enjoyed each other's company, except for you.

You never really minded them. You always stuck by Alastor's side besides when he talks to them that's the only times you get to interact with them. So, taking the opportunity Charlie brought you along with them.

"Are you sure we should bring cannibal bitch over here?" Angel whispered leaning down on Charlie while you inspected the little hat and eventually putting it on your head with a derpy look in your face.

"Of course! We never really had the chance to talk to them since they're basically glued to Alastor all the time. I want everyone to get to know each other and get along," Charlie explained feeling sorry for you that you never got to experience any relationships aside from what you had with him.

Angel merely shrugs and replies, "You're the boss."

"Ooh! Ooh! (y/n)! Let's go on that!" Nifty excitedly points at the rollercoaster while her other handheld yours, like a little kid with their parent.

"Oh! That's a great idea! Angel why don't you sit next with (y/n) while I sit with Nifty?" Charlie asks holding Nifty by the armpits while the little goofball smiled.

Both of you shrug indifferently as you got on the ride, going on a steady pace to the top.

"Have you ever ridden one of these before?" Angel tries to start a conversation almost awkwardly.

You shook your head not even smiling like you used to when you're with Alastor, and answered in a monotone voice, "No, I'm always with Sir Alastor so I don't really have a chance to. Even when I was alive I was always cooking or playing around with Yuta."

He only looked at you sadly, compared to him you were clearly much younger when you died and spent majority in hell bowing to someone's will even if you were willing. You never had freedom to do something for yourself.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the ride finally started as you both plummeted from a grand height increasing his adrenaline. With many twists and turns, and lots of excited screaming from him and the back, he turns to you and sees eyes filled with interest and fascination.

On wobbly legs all of you chattered excitedly as you got done from the ride. Angel looks at you to see the excited look on your eyes and a small blush on your cheek from the thrill.

"How was it, doll?" he asks with a grin.

"It was... fun," you reply with a little smile and flushed cheeks.

He purses his lips from disbelief that he saw a genuine smile on your face. He thought that you could only smile if you were given the attention you wanted or when you kill people. But you were still young afterall.

The other also saw this exchange and couldn't help but be happy for you. So, they took you on more rides and made you wear more duck themed clothes and had wonderful times together where they saw you break into a smile or laugh multiple times.

By the time you arrive back at the hotel, Alastor waited for everyone by the balcony drinking coffee by himself.

He sees you from the distance laughing and talking to Angel and Husk sharing jokes and stories from the trip with one another. He smiles candidly seeing you enjoying yourself, however he couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed that you were giving a smile that wasn't for him.

But he'll let it slide for now.

"Sir Alastor! I brought you some gifts from our trip!" you yell from below him waving your hand enthusiastically.

"Did you enjoy yourself, (y/n)-dear?" he asks appearing before you.

"Yes! I had lots of fun with everyone!" you smile genuinely making the group feel like the trip was worth it after all, ending in a happier note.

mini explaination here why i made reader this way: reader was a culinary student that pretty much dedicated their life pleasing other people that they thought that was the only way for them to be happy (e.i. laugh, smile, etc). that's why they poured their hours on Yuta and Alastor to feel validated. so i wanted them to have a connection with Angel since he's the only one who canonically has siblings, and i wanted them to form that bond for probably future chapters. that and i want to reader to have a chance at a real family, when their's abused them and all. that's all thankkkkssss (also they just hate Vox lmao, probably shift between she and they from here)

[pinkorchidsinspring]

“It’s like they don’t actually listen to her or her songs” ……. Bitches be trippin

Here is some lyrics from HER songs off the top of my head btw…

SHADE NEVER MADE ANYBODY LESS GAY

Sit quiet by my side in the shade. And not the kind that’s thrown, i mean the kind under where a tree has grown ( no one asked for this clarification btw and as in her publicist tree Paine covers up-shades any rumors of being gay?)

Your finger on my hairpin trigger

too in love to think straight

Your braids like a pattern. Love you to the moon and to Saturn.

Everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at you

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet

it’s new the shape of your body

Wear you like a necklace

No one knows how much I miss you

bet i can still melt your world argumentative, antithetical, dream girl

then you won’t have to cry, or hide in the closet

you can want who you want, boys & boys and girls & girls!

why are you mad? when you could be GLAAD?” (it’s literally spelled GLAAD in the lyrics on spotify I can’t make this up)

we're a crooked love, in a straight line down

save your dirtiest joke for me and at every table, I save you a seat… I’m sorry, but she wants a man sitting on her? 😐🙄

I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you

big reputation, ooh you and me would be a big conversation

All we are is skin and bone, trained to get along Always going with the flow, but you're friction

The rest of the world was in black & white (straight, see straight pride flag), but we were in screaming color (queer, LGBTQ+ pride flag)

What’s it like to brag about raking in dollars and getting bitches and models?

Like a rainbow with all of the colors you’ll never find another like me!

It’s okay we’re the best of friends……aaanyway

I want to transport you to somewhere the culture’s clever, confess my truth In swooping, sloping, cursive letters

don’t you worry your pretty little mind

I got a boyfriend, he’s older than us. I haven’t seen him in a couple of months. (Bearding much?)

Your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you.

Bad bad boy shiny toy with a price you know that I bought it

don’t step on OUR gowns

If you never touched me, I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed, then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, Lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us

What would you do if they never found us out

You showed me colours you know I can’t see with anyone else

Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves, they’ll judge it like they know about me and you

The entirety of lavender haze

🫥 come at us swifties.

Why in the world would they agree to the stunt… I wonder when they gain absolutely nothing from the attention put on people whose names are attached to a WORLD renowned superstar…….. 🤑🤑🤑

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Sunset ✨

Sunset was something you looked forward to every day.

Sunrise was something you dreaded.

Fluff and angst, vampire Eddie x reader, 18+ as there are slightly spicy situations.

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It's one of those long shifts at Family Video that's dragged on endlessly, you finish at five pm, the time seems to be passing by as slowly as possible.

You're grateful that Family Video managed to survive after the earthquake that should have torn the town apart, if it weren't for El destroying the Upside Down and stopping that grinchy ass looking Vecna's plans then you're sure Hawkins would have ended up as the epicentre for the apocalypse.

Mindless chatter washes over you as you vaguely listen to the conversations of a gang of preteens arguing over which film they were watching for movie night.

Steve and Robin are also discussing the dates that they went on at the weekend and you try to focus your attention on them, oohing and aching at the right moments.

You were happy that Robin was getting on so well with Vickie and that Steve was finally moving on from Nancy, it's just you were finding it hard to concentrate when you knew what tonight entailed.

Robin and Steve didn't know you were keeping a very very big secret.

Everything was pretty much back to normal, Autumn was well on its way and Hawkins looked picturesque as the trees turned various shades of reds, gold and brown. There was a chill in the air and Steve was planning a small party for when Halloween rolled around.

As much as you loved Halloween all that you could think of was tonight and how you wished that it was sundown.

Sundown was something that you looked forward to every day...because of him.

Finally when the clock strikes five you're anxiously shrugging off your work vest, Robin is grinning at you and Steve smirks as you wave goodbye to them hastily, "Looks like someone else has a hot date" he says to Robin.

Well they aren't wrong.

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It's dead silent as you rush into your house and straight upstairs to your bedroom. Snuffles the bear isn't in his usual resting place on the bed, instead he's being held by the lone figure who's standing at your window.

Eddie.

"Hi"

All the tension leaves your body as your eyes trail over him, he turns to you and there's a serene smile on his face.

"Princess" his voice is so soft and tender. A whisper in the wind.

His eyes are a mix of brown and the tiniest tinge of red. He's hungry. It must have been a couple days since he's fed.

"I missed you" you tell him as you rush over to him and as much as you desperately want to throw your arms around him, you know that he needs blood. Mostly he feeds himself on blood bags, keeping his hunger sated.

Not that you know much about what he does, he showed up at your window nearly three months ago and almost gave you a heart attack.

He was dirty, covered in blood and goodness knows what else and you rushed to help him, you were so certain he was dead; Dustin was so sure that he was dead otherwise neither of you would have left his body in that...hellhole.

The guilt almost overwhelmed you but you pushed it out of your mind and the red flags that were forming in your mind at how the hell he was alive.

You guided him to the shower and found him some clean clothes that you sneakily borrowed from your dad, the clothes were baggy on Eddie but they were better than nothing.

Despite being presumed dead, Eddie had no injuries, scars yes but no injuries. Maybe it was some freaky Upside Down coincidence, you didn't know at the time what was really wrong.

The next morning Eddie was gone and he didn't return for days to the point you were certain that him coming back was all a dream.

He returned a few days later and it's the first time that you found out what he had turned into. He was covered in blood, some of it coated around his mouth. His eyes were bright red and you saw a hint of fangs.

That's the night you found out he was a vampire.

...

At first he would visit once or twice a week but recently it had turned into...more. Almost every night he visited you now and it was like he had never gone. He was his usual goofy, charismatic self and you loved the time you spent together.

The only other person who knew was Dustin and if Eddie wasn't with you then he was with Dustin, still playing D&D and teaching Dustin all the metal music knowledge he knew.

"I missed you too" his fingers ghost over your cheek and his hand rests on your chest, directly on your heart. His lips meet yours and like the last few times this has happened the kissing heats up quickly, it's all you can do but to pull away reluctantly.

There's a soft growl in Eddie's throat and you soften as he turns away from you immediately. He always gets like this when he's hungry.

"It's okay' you notice his eyes flash with hunger, you can feed" he nods then slowly guides you to the bed, he waits until you're settled before he sits down and kisses you again, lips trailing over your jaw then to your neck.

There's a slight sting as his fangs pierce your skin, he moans and one of his hands caresses your hips, god you shouldn't be so turned on by this but you are.

Blood pounds in your ears and a delicious heat pools in your stomach. Eddie pulls away, chuckles lightly and his eyes meet yours.

"You taste divine sweetheart and I'm guessing you liked that very much?" you nod, squirming with need and he smirks and his eyes darken for an entirely different reason.

He then wastes no time in burying his head between your thighs.

❤️

Much much later you're cuddled into Eddie and trace gentle circles around his tattoo. Your body is entwined with his, a frown on his face as he notices that it's nearly dawn.

Yeah you're trying not to notice that as well, the thought makes your throat feel tight and your heart ache.

He sighs and kisses you softly "I have to go princess" he sounds as disappointed as you are and all you can do is nod. You're afraid if you say anything you might tear up.

Theres a few more long, passionate kisses but pretty soon times up. Eddie groans and kisses your forehead, he then whispers in your ear. "I love you Princess"

Okay, now the tears really do come. "I love you too Eddie" his answering smile makes your heart flutter and with another quick kiss he's ready to leave.

"I'll be counting down the hours until I can see you again sweetheart" he winks and then he's gone.

You lay in your bed full of a million different emotions, Eddie loves you. He loves you. It makes you feel giddy. How you wish he could be here in the sunlight too.

As much as you loved sundown, you dreaded sunrise.

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