#I’m kinda pissed if you couldn’t tell :D

[chaoswithcausation]

I have the self-control of a fucking pro :)

[ultram0th]

“I’m telling you, Dude,” Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, “his staring is getting to the point where I’m thinking about talking to the owner.” 

Justin was annoyed about how when he’d walked into the locker room because he’d forgotten his reusable water bottle, he’d spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasn’t that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, he’d grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearance— and he’d made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.

Justin carried on, not only pissed that he’d been under the impression that he’d caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didn’t have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.

His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.

Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. “And the fuckin’ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,” he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. “I tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if he’d known that I’d go back for it.”

“…yeah, isn’t that something…” Mike panted.

Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. “No lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with me…” he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like he’d just licked a D battery.

He noticed Dave’s smile growing larger.

“Next time, what?” Mike teased.

Justin cleared his throat and grunted. “I’m gonna…” he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, “…suck his cock.”

He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. He’d wanted to say that he’d kick his ass.

Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.

Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. “Um,” he stammered, “I said that I was gonna… suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!”

The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.

“Keep it down!” Mike hissed. “You can’t be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.”

Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.

Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.

At the sight of such masculine power, Justin’s cock started to plump up. “Wh-what the fuck… is wrong with my slutty body?” he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.

“Justin, you okay?” Mike asked as he looked at the other man’s pale face.

Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrong— that he couldn’t control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, “I’ll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.”

He didn’t wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look that’d been on Dave’s gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way,  but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older man’s hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.

Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. “Can I help you, Bud?” he asked in his baritone-filled voice.

At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilder’s plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. “Your sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when he’d outwardly referred to the man as ‘sexy’.

Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. “What do you mean?” he asked. “And you really find me sexy?”

Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.

“You better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!” he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. “Wh-what… what the fuck d-did… did you do… me… Do me, Daddy!” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“Yeah, maybe later,” Dave winked, making the other man shudder. “First, I’m gonna let you suffer for a bit— I’ve always heard every time you’d talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think you’ll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.”

Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the man’s cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a man’s huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dave’s hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.

“You gotta fix this, Daddy!” he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. “Please, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.” He coughed and tried again. “Let me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole… lemme suck those muscletits…” He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless. 

Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. “I’ll fuck you after my workout,” he promised. “In the meantime, why don’t you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.”

Justin’s heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.

Mike found him and hurried over. “You alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend. “You rushed off so quickly, I thought you’d gotten sick.”

Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.

“I’m great, Stud,” he chirped. “I just had to admire Dave’s huge, sexy muscles. They’re so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout I’m gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then I’m gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nips…” The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldn’t help but smirk as he overheard.

[naturesapphic]

Would you write one where Nat is despeare and soaking wet. Her and her partenrs get caught but Nat didn't notice cause she was orgasming ?

And idk the rest ?

Almost Caught

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, kinda public sex, fingering, switch!natasha, switch!reader

Natasha and you were in the living room in the compound watching some James Bond movies when you started to get really horny. You didn’t know exactly why and why it’s getting worse as time passed on but you couldn’t control yourself when your sexy ass ex assassin girlfriend was beside you. You put one of your hands underneath the covers and started caressing her thigh. Natasha didn’t do anything at first but when your hand started to go higher and higher that’s when she put her hands on top of yours over the cover and gave you a knowing look.

“Not right now dekta. Anyone can walk in.” Natasha explained and you gave her a pout and puppy dog eyes that you knew she couldn’t refuse. “Pleaseee…I can already tell you are wet…let me take care of it for you mommy…” you begged your girlfriend and she looked around the room to make sure no one was around and she gave you a small nod of confirmation. You didn’t waste anymore time and slide your hand into her black shorts and was met with soaked underwear. You smirked at her and she gave you a look that said “shut up” which made you smirk even more.

“Look how wet and desperate you are for me nat…” you said lowly as you rubbed your fingers through her soaked folds. “Just fuck me alright y/n…” she begged as she closed her eyes at the pleasure. You obeyed and stuck a finger in her slowly and felt her take a deep breath in. “You’re so wet that I could already put in another finger.” You said cockily as you slid another finger in and started pumping them in and out of her. “F-fuck! Y/n…d-don’t stop! Gonna cum!” She moaned out as she grinded herself on your fingers. What you noticed was you felt like someone was watching you and you looked behind you to see the whole team watching you and staring.

You were about to scream at them for being perverts but nat decided to scream out loud as she orgasmed all over your hand. After she was complete done that’s when you lost your shit. “What the fuck guys! Why are you still here watching us!” You yelled out and nat quickly looked up to see your pissed off face and the shocked/turned on faces of your teammates. Nat felt her blood boil and gave the the deadly death glare she could manage and they ran away apologizing profusely, but later nat will make sure that they won’t ever spy on y’all again. “Hey you okay nat? I’m sorry we should have waited…” you apologized to her and she shook her head.

“It’s okay dekta. You didn’t know that they would do that and plus I was pretty horny myself so thank you for taking care of me and don’t worry, later, I’ll kill them.” She said and growled at the end which made you giggle. “Now…let me return the favor, but let’s finish this in our room.”

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enjoyed this! Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[new-tella-us]

Alright. No art. Just positive rant. The entire point of my redesigns was me being slightly annoyed at the designs and story of Seduce Me and having way too much positive nostalgia to be normal about this game. I love-hate this game. However! The one thing I will never, never shit talk Seduce Me for is its characters. The main six love interests (Yes I am counting Diana as a main love interest. Thank Demon War for that) are all so well written! I genuinely love them. Even Sam, my least favorite character, isn’t boring. I don’t dislike him for being a bad character, I dislike him because the tsundere trope annoys me.

But this isn’t a rant about the characters as a whole. This is a rant about Damien. Let me rave for a second. Because as melodramatic as his backstory is, it got me hook, line and sinker. I am convinced that either Michaela had a period of being obsessed with Damien or some redheaded fuck boy named Damien pissed her off so much that she made him into a character just to make him suffer. This boy is tragic!

Like b r o, all the other boys’ backstories can be summed up with “The palace life is boring, my dad is kinda shitty and I got one other, reoccurring, minor inconvenience” and then there’s Damien being like- “My mom suffered as my dad’s harem girl until she couldn’t take it anymore and tried to murder me before killing herself. Also my dad is extra shitty to me. He tried to kill me a few times. Food? That’s a luxury. Energy? I’m used to not having it. A room? What is that? Please let me become human because mind reading kinda sucks, oh wait, I only got a 1 out of 6 shot for that ending. And I’m not even the canon ending!”

And another thing! Matthew’s main bad ending has traumatized me for multiple reasons but that line, “That’s what you get for making me go to the human world” after he kills Damien! Now, Matthew is a favorite of mine, but in that moment, I wanted to shake that little bitch until his soul evacuated his body! Like, I don’t care that he was being controlled, how d a r e he come firing shots at Damien when all he wanted was a good life away from his abusive ass dad!? Bro Damien may have been the illegitimate child but at that moment Matthew was the bastard.

Tragic…

On a different, lighter note, I do love the sort of contrast between him and Matthew, at least on the topic of “naivety”. Of the two, you expect the fun loving, goofball to be the naive, kind of innocent one. But that’s not the case. Matthew is optimistic, Damien is innocent. Matthew knows what he wants and while the world is a wonder to him, he goes about the world with this sort of maturity, knowing what he wants to see and when. Damien is more of the spacey type. There is this level of inexperience to how he grasps the world as if he can’t even believe that it can exist. Plus, as much as he has an idea of what he wants to see, sometimes he feels like he must ask permission. Like in the New Years Episode where if you go on Damien’s route, he asks “Can we do this every year?”.

In conclusion, I want to wrap Damien into a blanket burrito and tell him that everything is going to be okay. And then take him to therapy because this man probably has C-PTSD. As my friends would say, I am mentally ill for this demon equivalent of a sad, wet dog.

[punkassfrance]

Buttercup - Tess x Fem!Reader

MDNI, 18+ ONLY Tess sucks at relationships. You lash out, and both of you get what's coming to you. This work contains: Smut, mild angst, cunnilingus, slapping, rough sex, BDSM, mild dubcon (as in a spontaneous scene), choking, mommy kink, D/S dynamic, bratting/brat taming, and intimacy issues.

Sorta kinda inspired by "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations, if you're wondering about the name.

The food in Jackson was better than people expected. There were plenty of chefs willing to try new recipes- always happy to feed their community with love. Today, breakfast was French Toast and fruit, traded preserves from a nearby settlement.

It tasted like shit.

As good as it was, you couldn’t appreciate it for a second. Your focus was on the table, glaring holes through the wood, carving a literal hole in the wood with your free hand. Ellie and Jessie had both tried to approach you and ask what was wrong before retreating- you’d have to apologize and tell them you appreciated the effort. Later.

Stood up fucking again. You were used to it, but that didn’t make you any less pissed. No, last night was the fifth or sixth time. When she did manage to show up, she was drunk, or high, or both, or gone by morning. Always gone by morning. It felt brutal, robbing you of the chance to wake up in her arms. Like it was something she owed you, and the debt was growing every time she bailed before sunrise. If you were honest, you would rather she didn’t show up at all than do that.

As many times as she let you down, you could never bring yourself to make it the last time.

“Hey, hon…” Dina took a seat beside you, setting her plate down. “You alright? Ellie said you were practically biting her head off when she tried to check in.”

The knife in your hand fell to the table as you sighed and rubbed your face. “I know, I’ll beg for forgiveness later.”

“Done seething?”

“For now.”

She smiled softly and folded the pocket knife shut, tucking it into your pocket. “Patrols start soon. Might want to finish up.”

You stood and pushed the plate in her direction with a sigh. “I’m done, eat up.” Dina grinned looking down at the plate.

“Thanks. Good luck, I hear you’re on pairs.”

-

Even though Tess was just adjusting the saddle on her horse, you were furious the second you saw her.

You probably fucked something up trying to get your things situated faster than her, but you succeeded. Posed at the gate, waiting for her to trot up beside you, you had a second to think.

When she pulled up beside you and the gates creaked open, you took off.

-

Hitching your horse to the post outside the lodge checkpoint, you sighed and leaned up against the wood siding. Only a few rounds left, as you counted what was left of your ammo. There were more infected along the trail than you’d anticipated. If you were honest, you were almost overwhelmed. It was worth spending the journey almost a mile ahead of Tess. You were nothing if not stubborn.

The morning light caught your eye, cutting through the trees in the right way to grab your attention, dust defining the beams. Approaching the cliffside, you leaned on the aging fence and looked down at the river. The first warmth of the day shines on your face, leftover snow twinkling on the mountain. As upset as you were that morning, it was easy to forget for a moment.

You weren’t sure what to think about Tess. She acted like she wanted you, most of the time. Flirting on patrols, getting you drinks, even a few…sweeter moments you wouldn’t tell anyone else about. The sex was mind blowing, without a doubt- it was almost, very nearly worth what she put you through.

You heard hooves.

Within another minute of gazing into the canyon, you felt a hand grab the collar of your shirt. It jerked you away from the view, forcing you to meet Tess’ eye.

“Now, what the fuck was that, kid?” Your top button almost popped off with the force of her grip. As startled as you were, you couldn’t bring yourself to be scared of her. You liked it rough. As pissed as you were, you still trusted her.

“What was what?” Your hand came up to grab hers.

“You want to explain leaving me in the dust on what’s supposed to be a pairs patrol?”

“Not my fault you were lagging behind.”

She sneered, turning and dragging you by the collar to the lodge. “You could have gotten yourself fucking killed. There are a dozen ways to be petty without putting yourself in danger.” You struggled to keep up, reaching up to try and pry her hand apart.

“Fucking, let go of me-”

“Let go? You’re lucky it’s not your fucking hair. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.” She shouldered the lodge door open and pushed you in, locking it and sliding the pipe beside the door through the handles. “Fucking christ.”

You fell hard to the floor, trying to prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Now.” She turned to glower down at you, gritting her teeth. “We have two hours before the next patrol gets here. You can get out of this now, apologize, and we’ll spend the next two hours in silence. That, or I can spend the next two hours wearing you out. What’s it going to be?”

There it was. The out she always offered. If you were done playing games with her, done letting her have her way with you and ready to move on with your dignity, you could pull the plug on whatever this was. You could stop subjecting yourself to this, to her, any time.

Meeting her gaze with a bitter look, you spat at the ground in front of her.

“Fucking brat.”

She took your collar again and pulled you to your feet, guiding you to the couch in the lobby. Before she pushed you down, she took a step back, holding you in place as she sized you up.

“Sweetpea, I just can’t decide what to do first.” One hand went to unbutton your shirt halfway down, her eyes wandering to the soft swell of your breasts. “I think I’m gonna have to wait to taste you until you’ve learned your lesson.” She ripped the rest of your shirt off, grabbing your hips and pulling you in to kiss your neck. “I really, really want to taste you, sweetpea. So I guess I’m going to have to make you beg for mercy.”

You both fell onto the couch, your hands gripping at the upholstery. One of her hands curled into your roots and pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck for her to devour. Her teeth dug in, your back arching off the couch as she bit a hickey into the crook of your neck. God, she was feral like this. You wouldn’t be able to move at all without feeling her later, you were sure.

Leaning back, she took a moment to amdire the view.

“God. I know you're in trouble sugar, but it's hard not to appreciate you when I've got you like this.” One hand went behind your back to undo your bra, helping you out of your clothing as her other hand smoothed over your soft skin. She dipped down and pressed her lips to your breast, moaning softly at the feeling.

“So fucking pretty for me. You're lucky I have a soft spot for you, or you'd be over my knee already.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. “But no promises about later, sweetheart.”

When your bra and shirt were discarded, her fingertips dragged over your chest. A few more marks were scattered across your breasts before she took your nipple into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. You gasped, arching your back as her hands eased around your waist.

Once she'd left all the marks she wanted and stripped your inhibitions away, she adjusted you both to lay down a bit more comfortably. Her weight was comforting on top of you, only for a moment before you felt her hands wander upwards. They smoothed over her handiwork and up your neck, circling around you for a moment before falling back down.

She crawled off you and stood, just for a moment, undoing her belt. You almost covered yourself, self-conscious and maybe a bit nervous, but you couldn't bring yourself to think she would really hurt you right now. Not now, outside of Jackson, where she'd still have to get you home safely. Tess was a lot of things, but she wasn't reckless, and she didn't mean any actual harm. You were pretty sure, anyways.

She kicked her jeans off and returned to her position on top of you, adjusting until she found a comfortable spot. You could feel her panties on your thigh. If you thought about it for too long, you wouldn't last, so you refocused on her calm expression. Her hands went back to smoothing up and down your chest, inching up to your neck and then back down.

Before long, her hands actually secured around your throat, squeezing gently as she adjusted her hips.

”You're goddamn lucky I'm not in the mood to get rough right now, so here's what's going to happen. You're going to lay there like a good girl, and I'm going to get off. If you can be quiet and still, I'll reward you after I've had my fill. Do you understand?“

You nodded, looking away at a painting on the wall. God, her gaze was intense. That was a good word for Tess overall, you thought. Intense.

”Unless you're ready to apologize.“

Snapping back to look at her, you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Her hand drew back and slapped you, jerking your head to look back at the wall. Her other hand tightened around your throat.

”Brat.“ She squeezed, starting to rock her hips back and forth on your thigh. ”God, you're so stubborn. This would be so much easier if you could just listen to me, sweetpea.“

”You know...“ She stifled a moan, grinding her cunt into your jeans. ”...you're like an animal, sometimes.“ You didn't respond. ”As much as I try to teach you who's in charge, you still seem to...mmph...have some trouble understanding.“

You tried to reach up under her shirt, anything to get your hands on her. She grabbed your wrist with a bruising grip, pinning it to the couch as she leaned more into the arm choking you. Things went a bit hazy as the blood cut off to your brain, only for a moment before she let up a bit.

”You even beg me to take control, don't you?“ She leaned in. ”You want momma to be in charge so bad until I try to be in charge. Isn't that right?“

You didn't respond. She leaned into your throat again.

When she let up, you coughed, your free hand weakly grabbing her wrist. ”Please-“

”What was that?“ She released her grip to smack you again, harder, before going back to your neck.

”Shit- momma, please, I'm sorry-“

”You're not sorry. You just want me to fuck you.“ She leaned down to kiss your forehead. ”I can't blame you for that, sugar.”

The longer you sat there with her rubbing off on your thigh, the more things got blurry. Whether that was from the lack of blood, the limited air, or the tears in your eyes, you couldn't be sure.

“You can fight me all you want, doll.” She looked up to the ceiling, letting out a shaky breath. ”But I've got experience taming animals like you. No matter what, they always break.“

She leaned in, shuddering, grinding down into the wet spot on your thigh. ”...and I'm going to break you, baby girl. I promise you that.“

If she'd given you permission, you could have finished right then, without her ever touching your cunt. But you didn't have permission. So you watched, distant, fixated, as she guided your pinned hand to her panties. You let her use you to get off, fingers exactly where she put them until she leaned back with a groan and eased off your neck.

You were okay. You knew you would be, she'd never really hurt you. It was easy to forget that sometimes. If you were honest, maybe you liked to forget it.

Her nails dragged over your stomach gently as she rode out her orgasm on your thigh, exhaling and looking down after a minute.

”You alright, baby girl?“

Looking up at her, you took a moment to respond. The early morning sunlight was hazy through the filthy windows of the lodge, filtering through her hair, highlighting a few grays. You were sure if someone had been asked to draw a halo, it would look nothing like this- but it was all you could think of. If she wasn't an angel, she was a goddess, transcending any divinity you knew.

”Doll?“

”I'm alright.“ You nodded slowly, reaching up to wipe the tears out of your eyes with your clean hand.

”Shit, did I-“

”No.“ You shook your head, taking her hand. ”Just watering up, I'm fine.“

She nodded, leaning down to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in closer for a moment. Just a moment. Then she pulled away and tugged off her flannel.

“Think it's time I delivered on that promise of mine, don't you think? Unless you want to rest for a minute?”

You nodded eagerly and parted your legs as much as you could, pulling her in for one more kiss before pushing her head down. “I'm alright. Can't rest like this.”

She nodded, sliding down between your legs. She stripped you down to panties, the only thing left to cover you. If a clicker came by now, you'd have been screwed.

Well, maybe if Tess wasn't there you’d have been screwed.

She started like she always did, pressing kisses to your thighs and panties just to make you squirm. Her fingers dipped into the elastic waistband, tugging them off. You felt lucky she didn't rip them off, as she liked to do- you were not interested in riding back to Jackson commando after all this. You had to remind her once or twice that panties actually didn't grow on trees, and finding suitable ones in the apocalypse was not an easy task.

She parted your lips with her thumb, running through the wetness and lifting it to her mouth to taste. She spread it around a bit before blowing on you, sending a chill up your spine before she leaned in and kissed your cunt.

The chill of the air was gone in an instant as she licked you, swirling around your clit and moaning as her tongue slipped inside you. She took just as much pleasure from this as you did, you were certain. From what she told you, she had years of experience in dingy bar bathrooms, down on her knees for pretty girls who wanted her attention. You had no trouble believing those stories as she put years of skill to work between your legs.

She pulled away to kiss across your thighs again, the temperature change making you grip the couch. Her thumb flicked your clit up and down, watching hypnotized for a moment before spitting on your cunt and going back in.

“Tess-” You grabbed her hair, tugging softly, halfheartedly trying to bury her deeper. She was insatiable like this. If you were honest, she was perfect for you. You struggled to take what you wanted, struggled to ask anything of your previous lovers. Tess didn't need you to ask. She gave without demand, offered when you couldn't bring yourself to request. It was in her nature.

“So pretty.” She whispered into your thigh, nipping the tender skin for a moment. Before long, she shifted lower, slipping her tongue deeper inside as her thumb rubbed over your clit. Your breath hitched.

“Yes, that, keep doing that-”

She moaned into your cunt, fingers digging into your thigh as you shuddered and tipped over the edge. Your eyes watered up again, head thrown back into the couch as she shushed you and ran her hands over your skin. Rough calluses over your tender skin were almost too much, dragging over your most sensitive spots as you slowly came down from the intense high.

She crawled up to lay beside you, pulling you into her side as you started to breathe again. “You alright, sugar?”

It took you a second to reply, but you nodded against her chest. “Yeah...yeah, I'm alright. Got intense for a second.“

She nodded, holding you for a few minutes. You glanced over at the clock.

”Want to tell me what that little stunt was about?“

”We have to get dressed. Joel and Tommy should be taking over soon.“

She looked at the clock, sitting up and nodding. ”You're...probably right.“ Something was left unsaid, but it wasn't the time for this conversation. ”Anything planned tonight?“

You hesitated. ”No. You can come by.“

One way or another, something would change tonight.

You spent the last ten minutes of solitude getting dressed and lingering in her touch, letting her help with the clasp of your bra. As she brushed out your hair with her fingers and started putting it back in the neat braid you'd started with, you started thinking about what to say.

-

As the last few minutes of midnight slipped away, your grip tightened on your wine glass.

She said she'd be here hours ago. This was old news, of course, she was hardly ever on time to come to your place. Still.

You'd resolved hours ago that if she didn't show up tonight, it was over. Either you'd finally get around to asking what was going on, or she wouldn't get another chance.

As your last tethers to hope started to break, the front door opened.

She wasn’t moving slow, like she did when she was drunk or high. You couldn’t smell anything on her, but you weren’t close enough to know for sure.

She turned to you, locking the door behind her.

”Hey, sugar.”

“Tess.” You set your glass down, eyes locked on her.

She seemed frozen in place as she looked back at you. She had the nerve to look guilty. You weren't sure if that upset you or not. She felt bad about being late- but that guilt was proof she'd known what a dick she was being the whole time. At the same time, something small in your heart hated to see her upset, and you especially hated to be the one making her upset.

“What?”

You pressed your lips together and stood from the table, taking a few steps towards her. “You said you'd be here at 10.”

“...got held up. Sorry, sweetheart.”

“I-” You closed your eyes, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “...what are we doing here, Tess?”

“Are you really...?”

“Don't give me that. You've been jerking me around and you know it. I know you're attracted to me, I know you care about me, I don't understand why you leave me sitting here by myself night after night. And most of all,“ you took a few bold steps toward her, crossing your arms over your chest. ”I don't understand why I keep letting you.“

”Sweetpea-“

”Don't. You don't get to call me pet names when you can't even seem to decide what I am to you. So, what is it? Am I not girlfriend material? Do you just like sleeping around more than you like me?”

“I'm too old to be anyone's damn girlfriend. And I don't...sleep around. Not anymore, I've got you.”

“You've got me. And what, exactly, does that mean? You have a girlfriend? You have a fuckbuddy?”

She wouldn't meet your eye. ”Look, when you've been on your own for as long as I have...“

”Tess.“ You waited until she looked up, wary and distressed. ”I've been on my own for a long time too. But I'm sick of it.“

She sighed, throwing up her hands in exasperation. ”I don't know what I have left to give you, sugar. I haven't been in a real relationship in years. I thought you were okay with taking what I can offer, but if it's not enough, then fine. I guess I'll stop wasting your time.“

”I know, Tess. I know you're used to no commitment. But just because you accepted scraps from Joel for years doesn't mean I have to sit around and do the same for you.“

It was a bit cruel and you knew it, striking a nerve like that. She didn’t like to talk about her and Joel, too proud to admit she loved him more than he could love her back. But here she was, putting you through the same thing. She gritted her teeth, backing up against the door as you got closer and closer. It reminded you of a cornered animal. Baring her teeth to look scary. Anything to get herself out of this. ”You have no right, you don't know-“

”I do know, Tess. I know you got used to being on your own.“ You took her hand in yours, pulling her away from the door and closer to you. ”I get it. This is what love has meant to you for almost twenty years. But it's not love to me.“ Her expression fell. ”You've done anything and everything to keep me close without getting close. Did you think I wouldn't get tired of it sooner or later? Or were you counting on it?“

Warm hands came to rest on your waist, her eyes looking away again. She looked gutted, too guilty to try defending herself.

”If I'm asking too much of you, then fine. I can accept that. But I'm not going to stay up waiting for you forever, especially when you spend the day flirting with me and leading me on.“ You look down, letting out a puff of air resembling a sigh. ”Either tell me what you want or cut me loose. Put me out of my misery, Tess. Please.“

She was still for a while, eyes on the floor as you watched her. The least you could do was let her think after springing this on her. Eventually, your head fell on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Depending on what she said, this might be the last time you heard it. The thought made your chest hurt, but you knew this was a conversation that needed to happen. Even if it didn't resemble much of a conversation, with you spewing your thoughts of the last three hours at her.

You both deserved better than this poor excuse of a relationship.

  Her arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. ”I'm sorry,“ she whispered, hands running up your back. ”You're right.“

You both sat in silence against your front door. You held her like she'd break apart if you let go. She held you like she'd break apart if you let go. You didn't call her out on her tight grip on your body, politely ignoring the way she clung to you.

You looked up at her, tilting her face to look at you. ”Stay the night.“ Getting up on your toes, you pressed a quick kiss to her lips. ”And be there in the morning.“

After a moment of holding you close and studying your face, she nodded. ”...okay.“

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The spring morning chill wasn't so bad when you had someone to keep you warm.

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Sharing Secrets

(Are These Cute Drabble Part Two)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Word Count: 1,271 Description: Rhea finally shares her secret with you.

Part One

Thank you so much to @new-zealand-chic for reading over a majority of this I appreciate it. Thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me keep from fucking it up with stuff going too fast. That’s why yall didn’t get smut I decided to do that in the final part 3😂🤣

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“I’m telling you Damian I didn’t think I was going to make it. I had to make up an excuse on why I couldn’t hang out with her until after dinner. And then when I went to sleep I kept seeing them in my dreams.”

Rhea drops her head on the table causing Damian to wince.

“Okay first off, don’t do that you’re going to get a headache or damage your brain more so then it already is.”

“Piss off!”

She laughs, turning her head to look at him and give him the finger.

“Asshole.”

Chuckling Damian shrugs his shoulders.

“Look, you’ve been crushing on her for nearly a year and a half. I think it’s time you just come right out and tell her. If it’s getting to the point you can’t escape her even in your dreams which will start keeping you up at night. Then you need to tell her, knowing is better then wondering and stressing yourself out. Besides it’s y/n she’s not going to kick you out of her life if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“I suppose you’re probably right, I should just come right out and tell her. Maybe we’ll just have only a small awkward time period. Thank D I really appreciate all the help and advice you’ve given me with this.”

“You’re welcome. I'm happy to help you out anyway I can. You’re familia and as such you get all the big brother privileges.”

Giving him a hug Rhea finishes her lunch and promises to text him later with details. Heading back towards her room Rhea pulls out her phone.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Hey I need to talk to you about something? Are you free to meet? It’s kinda personal so maybe my or your room would work best

Hesitating for a few moments Rhea sighs she needed to do this but the fear it could all end horribly wouldn’t leave her mind. Taking a deep breath she pressed send then shoves her phone into her pocket. Best to just leave it out of sight for now.

Taking the elevator to her hotel room Rhea swipes her key and closes the door behind her. She needed something to keep her mind busy while she waited.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Yeah uh give me ten minutes and I’ll just come to yours

Goth Wife💋🖤: Okay thanks see you soon

“Okay okay so just gotta spit it out when she gets here.”

Rhea mumbles to herself as she rubs her palms on her pants. She was trying not to freak out, the unknown of what could happen was really making her anxious.

“It’s just y/n one of your best friends you can tell her anything.”

Looking in the mirror to give herself a pep talk. When she hears a knock the fear spikes up as she turns to the door. She was half tempted to just pretend she wasn’t here and forget about everything.

“Rhea? Come on open up, it's cold out in the hallway.”

“Be right there!”

Taking a deep breath she once more wipes off her pants then opens the door letting you in.

“Hey thanks for coming, go ahead and have a seat wherever.”

Hanging the do not disturb sign cause the last thing they needed was a coworker knocking and stealing Rhea’s nerve to do this.

Turning to see you sat on a chair Rhea tried to swallow around the sudden lump in her throat.

“What did you need to talk about? Is everything okay, did I do something?”

“No no you didn’t do anything I just wanted to try and tell you something. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and every time I get close I lose my nerve.”

Sitting on her bed facing you Rhea opens her mouth to speak.

“I uh.”

‘Come on Ripley just say it for crying out loud!’

“I like you.”

‘Way to sound like a fucking middle schooler.��

“Yeah I like you too, I already knew that.”

You laugh softly and watch her noticing how her cheeks were slowly turning a pink.

“No I mean I have feelings for you like I am crushing on you. Not just I like you as a friend. I know this is probably shocking but figured it was time you knew. Now I don’t expect anything okay? Just making that clear so you don’t feel pressured. But you deserve to know and.”

“I like you too Rhea, the same way you feel about me.”

Rhea stops and looks at you tilting her head to the side in surprise.

“Wait you do?”

“Of course I do. How much more transparent do I need to be? I’ve been dropping hints for a while now.”

You say with a smile shaking your head a soft laugh leaving you.

“Rhea I literally sent you a underwear pic wearing YOUR merch with my boobs almost visible. If that isn’t clear enough that I have feelings for you then I don’t know what else I have to do. Because sending photos like that is not something that happens with my other friends.”

“I’m sorry I thought you were just being cheeky, I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t there’s no need to feel stupid, but I’m glad you’ve told me.”

Standing you walk over and gently take her hands in yours.

“This is a conversation I’ve wanted to have with you for a long time. I just wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.”

Rhea confesses and gently kisses the back of your hands. Pulling you to sit beside her Rhea sighs.

“So where do we go from here?”

Thinking for a moment you look back at her.

“Well, I think we should do whatever feels best for us. If you want to make it official, or if you want to go on dates first it’s whatever we want. Every relationship is different.”

“I want everything that goes with being yours, I want us to be girlfriends but I also want us to be able to enjoy some privacy before we tell everyone. If that’s okay with you, I mean maybe we can tell Damian.”

You say looking at her, your heart was pounding as you waited to hear her thoughts.

“Will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

Rhea smiles watching your face light up as you quickly nod your head.

“I’d love to.”

Pulling you into a hug Rhea feels a sense of peace, the secret that she’d been keeping for so long was finally out.

“Can I ask you something now that you’ve gotten that situated?”

You whisper, pulling back to look at her, a small smile on your face as she agrees.

“What was your reaction to the picture I sent you?”

“I was pleasantly surprised. That's why I couldn’t meet you until after dinner because I was trying to collect myself. But that’s all that kept popping into my head for the rest of the night.”

Rhea confesses as she looks at her hands.

“And that’s why you cut our hangout early?”

“Yep, I just couldn’t look at you and stop thinking about that picture.”

Normally you weren’t so straightforward but with Rhea you felt like you could say anything and seeing the badass Rhea Ripley so shy and awkward was cute.

“Well as much as I would like to let you have a repeat of that picture but in person, I think we should go out for dinner or something first.”

Looking up at you surprised, Rhea chuckles and stands up looking at you with a smirk.

“Lets go gorgeous lets see where the night takes us.”

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Postal OC (Beachtime Dude) x Postal 2 Dude

The worst

Hiiii :) I made a postal oc a while back called Beachtime Dude but never made a fic with him until now! Like his name suggests he’s a beach themed Dude! He’s a stereotypical surfer Dude basically. The idea for him kinda came from just Ken from Barbie and doll swimsuit lines being called stuff like “Beachtime fun 🤪”. His nickname is Ken bc of that :D uhhhhHHH YEA I HOPE U ALL LIKE THIS 👍

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“Yknow, you’re probably the worst version of myself I’ve ever came across.” Dude said matter-of-factly from across the table as he took another scoop out of the ice cream the other Dude had bought for him. Yes the same one who he was currently bad mouthing. The blonde raised a eyebrow but didn’t look too fazed as he tossed the frisbee Champ and his own dog, Pal, had brought back to him. “Is that so? Would love to know why.” Was all he replied with as he watched Champ and his golden retriever kick up sand as they carelessly chased after the toy.

‘Would love to know why’ Dude repeated in his head with a scowl. There are so many reasons why he was the worst but they all pretty much equated to this version of Dude being too perfect. He was too sane to be a Postal Dude..and just too different in general. The man had blonde hair and a sculpted body for Christ sakes. He honestly looked sculpted by the Gods while most Postal Dudes Dude knew were ginger and on the skinny side or like in his own case, flabby. It pissed him off. Not to mention that the blonde, in the three days Dude had been stranded and stuck with him, hadn’t shown a single moment of his mask of sanity slipping. He hasn’t seen one instance of the other seeming pissed off by the world or pissed at himself. It just didn’t make sense. He wasn’t even annoying sly like the Postal Dude with the brown trench coat was. He was just some ‘ordinary’ Dude by the looks of it…it wasn’t fair and oh god did he hope there wasn’t more like him. He couldn’t take another version of himself that was basically a ‘what could have been’ being rubbed in his face.

Of course he didn’t need to really know that right now however. Dude just sighed and watched the blonde for a moment longer. “Ken?” He asked. The blonde looked over and took his sunglasses off before he began to rub the lens against his the bottom of his tight shirt, probably to get the sand off or something. “Hm?”

“Do you really spend all your time just chilling at the beach? Like.. you aren’t always running around.. living the busy life?” Dude asked before again, taking another bite of his ice cream, trying to ignore the fact this other Dude had insanely mesmerizing light blue eyes (another thing he hated him for). “Mhm. Well- occasionally I help organize events for the beach or beaches near by.. or help bring awareness to keeping them clean by having people sign petitions. Other than that I mostly just take it easy.. and get up to things I wanna get up to.” Ken explained as he continued to rub away at his sunglasses and once he was happy with them, he slid them back on.

Dude felt like if he scowled anymore at the other he’d get stuck that way. Really? This guy was one of those ‘keep the earth green’ hippie guys too? He was more like a young Unlce Dave if anything else. Ok not that Dude was against the message but y’know…again he wasn’t like any other Postal Dude he’d met.. he seemed like too much of a goodie two shoes. Dude decided to yet again basically repeat himself from earlier “You suck.” Ken rolled his eyes with a grin before taking the spoon Dude was using from his hand and taking his own scoop of Dudes frozen treat. “For what? Caring about something important? I’m so sor-”

“Has anything shitty happened to you before? Ever?” Dude blurted out without really thinking about it.. and by Kens expression, he could tell that he was maybe catching on to Dudes jealousy.. or at least train of thoughts. Ken only looked at him a moment longer before bringing the spoon up to his mouth and yep, put it in his mouth even though it had just been in Dudes. “Yeah? I guess… Had a bit of a uh..traumatic at home life with my parents. But I don’t exactly wanna get into it.” Oh.. well Dude of course wasn’t going to celebrate that but at least Ken seemed a little more relatable with this now known fact. “Oh… sorry.” was all Dude offered in return.

They sat in silence for a bit in the sunset as Ken took a couple more bites. The silence had been alright for them both for awhile but Dude could tell there was something on Kens mind. It only just now occurred to him that maybe just randomly asking someone you didn’t exactly have the closest bond to yet about their possible troubled past wasnt the best idea. He was about to try to get some sort of apology out until Ken held up a finger as though he was about to speak before he swallowed his spoonful of ice cream.

“If you don’t have the best uh.. mental health or if you wanna change your mind set, have you tried exercising? It-” Dude interrupted Kens thoughts with a scoff before propping his elbow on the bench table and resting the side of his head on his hand. “What’s next? You’re gonna sell me crystals?” Dude joked with a roll of his eyes. Everyone always said the same thing when it comes to this kinda shit. Do people think it’s honestly that easy t- “if you’d let me finish…” Ken continued, now interrupting Dudes thoughts “I was going to say, I know it’s not for everyone but it helped me. I don’t even think of surfing and swimming as exercise half the time. It’s more of a hobby. I was going to say you could try finding a hobby too asshole…” he said with a tease as he just twirled the spoon a bit in his hands, still watching Dude in front of him, even ignoring when the dogs came back with the frisbee and dropped it by his feet.

“Don’t have time for ‘em. It’s always something or another going on with me. I haven’t quite figured out the way to be a beach bum and relax all day in a little travel camper thing like you yet so..” Dude trailed off with a grin. Ken ignored the ‘bum’ part for now as he sighed and looked over to the ocean to the left of him. The waves had calmed down quite a bit and not many people were still hanging around.. not many people stayed very late on weekdays anyways. The few people who were still on the beach were just relaxing near the shore line while others were swimming in the water.. and that’s when Ken got a idea.

He turned back to Dude and was suddenly grinning but before Dude could say anything, Ken took another scoop and held it up to Dudes mouth. “Here. Hurry up ‘busy boy’. I got a idea”

Dude felt his cheeks heat up a bit at the nickname as he roughly pulled the plastic spoon out of Kens hand and into his own, making the scoop of ice cream fall onto his own pants. “Whatever…I can feed myself you weirdo. Just give me a second.” Dude grumbled. Ken didn’t seem to mind though as he suddenly got up and tossed his own trash away in the nearby garbage can and made his way over to his little camper parked right on the sand not far away.

Dude watched with a frown as he quickly finished before tossing the empty cup out and catching up to the blonde who had opened the back doors of his camper and was rummaging in what looked like a pile of clothes for something or another. “What the hell are you doing?” Dude asked as he leaned against the back of the truck. Ken shuffled a couple things around a moment longer before he held up a pair of swimming trunks. “You said you didn’t have a swimsuit yesterday right? Well you’re going to try swimming now.”

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It took a bit of convincing to make Dude actually try them on. Ken had to tell him that yes they were washed (even though he knew Dude really wasn’t one to give a shit about wearing clean clothes), and also yes, they’d fit and he wouldn’t look stupid. There weren’t even many people around anyways even if he did. He obviously could tell that despite the tough, rugged persona Dude put on he was pretty easily embarrassed and self conscious.. but it wasn’t anything some positive reinforcement and praise couldn’t fix. And eventually, Dude did emerge from a nearby changing stall in the ‘stupid’ trunks Ken had picked out that were just black with flames on them.

“Here. Happy? I hope you don’t expect me to go very deep by the w-”

“See!?” Ken cut him off. “Look at you! You look fine! You can even keep those if you want. I barely wear them anyways. I get so many from companies and brands that I don’t even wear the same ones more than once anymore.. anyways cmon, let’s go.” Ken said with a grin before taking Dudes wrist before Dude could go on just standing there, complaining further. Dude followed him though confused as he did so. “Companies send you shit? Why?” He asked. Ken however didn’t answer and instead slipped his hand into Dudes as they approached the shore line. Dude felt his face get a little warm again but didn’t really make move to take his hand away..he just didn’t hold Kens hand back.

“Ok. So..there isn’t anything to be afraid of okay? I don’t know what horror movies you’ve seen but it’s really not that dangerous until you swim wayyyy out.. wait do you even know how to swim?” Ken asked. Now Dude took his hand out of Kens grasp. Of course he knew how to swim. He was 26. He wasnt a child… Dude huffed. “I’m not stupid Ken. Just shut up already would ya?” He asked as he finally took a couple steps in. He was fine. The only thing bothering him was he was pretty sure he already stepped on a sea shell but it didn’t matter. Ken watched him with a grin before shrugging. “Whatever man. I’m still making you actually swim a bit.”

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And the whole thing.. turned out less annoying than Dude thought it would. The water felt really refreshing against Dudes already ‘old’ and warn our body.. especially when Ken wasnt making actually swim out some (with his help.. Dude had gotten a little rusty and forgot how to really swim so some help was needed. Which Ken actually kindly gave) and allowed him to relax. The time together actually made Dude a lot less pissy with him earlier as they shared some laughs, stupid life stories, and some nice moments together. They barely had noticed when the sky had gotten darker until the last other person on the beach had gotten out to get dried off some.

At least Dude had watched that person leave anyways. Ken was being stupid and was under the water for some reason or another until he popped up beside Dude and flipped his wet hair back out his face and grinned. Dude wouldn’t admit it but.. damn did Ken look nice with his hair all messy with that stupid grin. “Necklace.” He randomly said. “Huh?” Ken lifted a arm out of the water and presented some necklace he definitely hadn’t had on earlier. This one had a nice, pretty sliver butterfly charm on it “Someone lost it I guess. It’s mine now.” He grinned as he moved to put it on Dude, only rolling his eyes and chuckling as Dude swam back away from him a bit at the action.

“If it’s yours why the hell are you putting it on me?!” Dude asked as he went to grab a hold of it. “Because? I wanna. Chill out. If it’s mine I can give it to whoever I want.” Ken replied with a shrug, still grinning. Dude was quiet a minute before letting go and leaving it on. “Hm.. I guess you are a little bit of shitty person then. Stealing some poor girls necklace to give to a guy you barely know.” Dude finally grinned back. “Eh, if someone loses something while swimming here they rarely have hope they’ll be able to find it again. I’ve seen like maybe.. one or two people try though and I actually helped them thank you very much.. and it’s not like I pawn the stuff I find off anyways.”

“Oh so you give them to whoever lucky girl.. or uh guy.. I guess.. you’re with for the day?” Dude teased, now slicking his own messy wet hair back too. Ken smirked and moved a bit closer to him. “Mm.. nah. I might give some away but I actually use most accessories I find in my photos online! Well the ones someone can’t be like .. totally sure it’s theirs anyways.” Ken explained. “Ah.. you post a lot of pictures online? What? You got a ‘onlysurfers’ or something?”

Ken chuckled and shook his head. “Nah. Remember how I told you I get people sending me things? I got a good social media following.. I guess you can kinda say I’m a model. It’s usually like beach life brands sending me shit. I get paid to promote their crap.” Ken explained before he glanced over to their two pups who were now just laying about on the sand. “Ugh… you’re a social media influencer? I think me and Champ are going to have to leave you soon now.” Dude teased, shoving him playfully. Truth be told, it really didn’t surprise him that Ken was a bit of a model though. Hell, if he looked like him he probably would post pictures everywhere of himself too. “Aww don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” Ken joked as he looked back to Dude. Okay now he really was sounding like that one other ‘Postal Dude’ with the brown jacket.. maybe he was a more sane version of that specific Dude.. though he honestly didn’t give a shit about thinking about all that anymore at the moment.

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They swam for a bit more, just talking until something felt.. really wrong and painful. Dudes face twisted into a pained look as he hissed and lunged forward onto Ken since the pain was in his foot and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself up right with the painful muscle spasms. “AGH! Shit!” Dude cursed only just now realizing he’d thrown himself against Ken when Kens arms wrapped around him.. oh god. “Are you alright?” Ken asked in concern as Dude still gripped on. “Ah- sorry yeah. Got a fucking cramp from all this swimming though. Didn’t mean to grab you though let me just-..” Dude tried to shimmy away to maybe swim back to shore himself as quickly as he could but it seemed like Ken had other plans as he held onto him as he started swimming back to shore.. Dude was pretty sure he’d never been more embarrassed in his life. This shit was something out of some girls diary where she wrote about some blonde hot life guard man coming in and saving her. Dude couldn’t help but to groan and cover his face once Ken got out of the water but still held onto him, now bridal style. Ken only grinned though as he happily walked Dude over to his camper. “Poor thing.. see this is why you need to keep swimming! You can build up your tolerance and-”

“Or I could just not go swimming in the first place” Dude spat glaring at him but for some reason.. still not telling him to put him down. “Pfft. But where’s the fun in that?”

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Eventually Ken had gotten both dogs back in the camper and shut the doors as he had Dude sit on the bed as he digged for some kinda medicine to help Dude with his pain. Dude hated how bright it was in his little camper but it was somehow better than his own trailer home.. even though it was much smaller. It was nicely decorated and not cluttered somehow and he’d somehow managed to fit a sofa in there which is what Dude had slept on the past two nights.. hell there was even a little spot inside the camper for Kens dog. How he managed it, he didn’t know.

“Sorry you’re feeling bad.. I shoulda realized you probably couldn’t swim as long as I can.” Ken said as he finally found the medication he was looking for and grabbed a water bottle before handing both to Dude. Dude shrugged and took the meds before speaking. “Not the worst pain I’ve been in. At least I had a idea that it was coming…”

Ken wasn’t exactly sure what Dude meant by that but as he looked over his body… he could probably piece it together. The other man had many odd shaped scars all over his body and with the way he was talking earlier, it wouldn’t surprise him if Dude really did get up to more.. dangerous things around town all day. It wasn’t a ugly look though, more interesting than anything else really. He’d have to ask about it eventually but as he looked up to Dude, he noticed he’d probably been checking his body out too long because his face had gone red.. it was so easy to see it too since he was your typical pale ginger. “W-what?” Dude asked, only now just remembering to turn and grab his shirt he’d left on the bed and toss it on.

Ken shook his head. “Nothing. Just.. you can take the bed tonight. I kinda accidentally pushed ya too hard. I’ll take the couch.” He said as he began to shut the blinds to some windows. It had gotten pretty late and Ken really seemed to have a much better sleep schedule down than Dude.. Dude watched for a bit, thinking to himself… The couch wasn’t terrible but, god would he be pissed if he had to let some basically ‘homeless’ guy take his bed while he slept on his couch.. that’s what Dude told himself his thought process was at least before he awkwardly coughed before speaking up.

“Uhm… you don’t- I wouldn’t mind…” Of course Dude couldn’t actually get what he wanted to say out, it was too fucking weird and embarrassing. He scratched the back of his head and looked away from Ken as he tried to think of how to continue. “Hmm?” Ken asked as he turned a light off. “Get on the damn bed.” Dude spat out awkwardly.

Ken rolled his eyes and just thought Dude was being hardheaded. So he tuned off one other light before grumbling a “fine.” And climbed onto the bed, thinking Dude would stand up but he never did. It was only when Ken laid down and Dude followed his action until he got what Dude wanted. “Oh…” He smirked, now flipping to lay on his side toward Dude. “If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked” he teased. Dude grumbled before taking his sunglasses off and rubbing his eyes. “I can get up if you’re just going to be a ass.” Dude huffed. “No~ I’m sorry. You’re just trying to be nice. I know it’s hard for you.” Dude ignored that and just moved to actually get under the covers, which Ken did as well. Once they were both comfortable, Ken spoke up again. “Hey Dude?”

“Yea?”

“I get a.. little lonely at night. Can I hold you?” Ken asked barely holding in the laugh at the end though he was serious. Dude opened his eyes to give a mean glare at him. “Whatever. This is already gay enough as it is.”

“ I don’t know why you’re acting like it was my idea for this mr moody.” Ken said before snaking his arms around the other. Dude didn’t dignify that with a response.. well more like he didn’t know how to respond to that. He was just so tired and it did feel nice to have someone hold him like that so he just stayed quiet. And it stayed like that until they both fell asleep, gayly in the same bed.

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Mute Gardener (Platonic!Anya x Male!Reader)

Genre: Fluff/Scenarios/Headcannons

Summary: Anya goes to a large biome garden for a field trip and gets lost. She keeps searching for help until she finds you. 

-When she saw you she really was desperate so when you didn’t try talking to her she was confused and kinda scared (that she may have done something to piss you off lol).

-By reading your thoughts though she thought you were an esper like her since you were signing to her and didn’t know what sign language is ‘:D So she kinda just accidentally revealed that she was one “too”. 

“Are you lost..?” She saw you sign to her. The only reason she was even able to understand was because you were also saying it in your head, peaking her interest. “Do you also have super powers like me?!” Her eyes beamed as you looked at her in slight confusion but going with it. “...Sure.” You signed back.

-After she realized that you weren't an esper but just a normal person who couldn’t talk she would be shocked and never want to see you again (she’s scared you’ll get her in trouble :’)! But then again she also realized that she would continuously go back to the garden for a school project which would also get her extra nervous! 

-Would avoid any employee or grownup in the garden. She’s scared that they know her secret until she would get lost again and see you! After seeing you and you waving to her she would run “far” away when she would just go back to where you were! Crazy right? She honestly thinks that you may not be a normal person since you can just bring her back to where you are!

After you had calmed her down you had signed to her, “What’s wrong? Did I do anything that may have scared you?” You looked at her with worry, letting her feel safe and vulnerable to have her respond. “About yesterday, about my superpower...” “That? I haven’t told anyone if that’s what’s worrying you. My superpower may be just sign language but I’m also good at keeping secrets!” When you signed that to her, smiling, it made her feel more confident and safer about staying with you. 

-Anya would honestly feel comfortable talking about her telepathy abilities to you without any worry! She already trusts you so much and the way you smile to her goodbye when leaving makes her feel happy and excited to see you tomorrow!

-Would honestly get the best grade in gardening and a test build from botanists! You would think in your mind about what the plant is called and what it does, without really knowing that she has telepathy! 

-Loid would obviously be concerned and think Anya was cheating until Anya said she was getting help from you (which he was more suspicous ‘:)). When he realized that Anya didn’t actually know your name he would immediately tell Anya to introduce him to you, WHICH MADE HER NERVOUS? 

-HE’S GOING TO MEET PAPA?! WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!?! She’s not scared you’ll rat her out, SHE’S SCARED LOID WILL TORTURE YOU!

-She’ll try to run faster than Loid to get him lost (but honestly the only time you’re ever found in the garden is being lost in the first place so it obviously doesn’t work lmao).

“Papa is coming, hide!” She tugs on your apron, trying to make you hide behind a plant until she sees Loid is already here, now hiding behind you. As you cover her with a hand, signifying that you’re trying to protect her, it makes Loid grow to having a misunderstanding, thinking you may be the secret police, trying to take Anya so his mission would fail.

-He would honestly ask you questions like “Are you the owner of the establishment? Why are you hiding my child from me?” (of course you didn’t respond which made him more suspicious). Those kinds of things at first however will try to throw hands on you once he sees you checking Anya, thinking more that you’re secret police.

-Honestly he would lowkey LOSE in this fight. Sure, I get he’s a spy trained in hand-to-hand combat, but you yourself are skilled in self defense and also skilled with showing those hands (this is a joke because you literally do sign language ‘:)).

-Anya would have to convince you both to stop fighting and making you both realize that it was just A BIG ASS MISUNDERSTANDING! LIKE LOID THOUGHT YOU WERE SECRET POLICE WHILE YOU THOUGHT HE WAS A BAD FATHER WHO ANYA WAS STAYING AWAY FROM! 

-After a nice tea party you of course started signing to him which honestly I KNOW FOR SURE. THAT HE KNOWS SIGN LANGUAGE :)) He was trained as a spy and even though there may be different coding and such for other spies to decipher they probably also do sign language. Once he learned that you were the owner of the garden (even when you’re mute) and apologized for having a misunderstanding with him he would apologize too for the same reason. 

-Would honestly let Anya visit you on weekends and would happily watch you and Anya, just silently stare at a plant when you both are watering or tending to one (which makes him honestly nervous like, HE HONESTLY THINKS YOU BOTH ARE CLOSE ENOUGH TO DO SOME TELEPATHIC CRAP TOGETHER (which he’s right but doesn’t want to come to terms with it :)).

[star-girl69]

who even made sats for saturdays that's so stupid 6 days of school no thanks 👎

Fahrenheit basically so basically its about this dystopia where everyone's obsessed with tvs and firefighters burn books and its from the pov of a fireighter and its like EVERY OTHER FUCKING DYSTOPIAN FUCKING NOVEL but oh oh its so special because he predicted things from the 1940s or 1960s or whatever GIVE ME A BREAK WHAT A Y A W N FEST 🗣AND MY TEACHER IS LITERALLY MAKING US DO SKETCHNOTES IVE ONLY DONE ONE AND WE'RE HALFEAY THROUGH THE BOOK I'M GOING TO D WORD 🔥‼️

i despise school required reading if you couldn't tell ❤️

— 🐚

you’re so real for this.

last year i took english honors and basically the entire year we just read books and i couldn’t finish 1984 by george orwell and i didn’t even read 10 pages of the lord of the flies by william golding

LOVED night by elie wiesel tho that was such a good book god

like if it’s an actually good book then i’m fine and i’m actually kinda pissed off that we’re reading it by sections but if it sucks then i wanna d word

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

finished the nevers 1-b!

aughhhhhhh, i wish they hadn’t so confidently ended as if a second season was going to happen! WHYYYYYYYY! WHY COULDN’T IT JUST END WITH AMALIA AND PENANCE BEING SCHMOOPY? frustrationnnnnnnn! (although i get that there’s no way they could’ve predicted the show would get THIS screwed back when they were still in production. you gotta try to swing for a renewal when you’re on hbo!)

i got SO attached to frank and hugo and i am pissed that hugo died. noooooooooooo! let them be happyyyyyy! i hate thissssssssss!!!!!!!!!!! hasn’t this show heard that we don’t bury our gays anymore??????? (I get that maybe james norton wanted out because he works so much, but shhhhhhh.) maybe i just immediately need to start writing a fic about someone rolling up on the scene whose new turn is bringing your recently dead boyfriend back to life. or maybe the galanthi seeds ship frank and hugo too, and one somehow falls on hugo and magics him back to life. yep. that’s where i’m at right now. MUNDI CAN’T HAVE BOTH HIS LOVES DYING TO BOOKEND THE SERIES! I REFUSE! I REFUSE TO HAVE HIS LIFE BE THAT SAD. also, foppish aristocrat + grizzled copper wound up being a really excellent shippy dynamic that i don’t think would have occurred to me! update: it’s possible i wrote my fix-it fic already. I HAD TO! FOR MY OWN PEACE OF MIND, & PEACE OF FEELS!

i really, really liked the twist of auggie going bad. the stammering, hapless, charming englishman trope feels like such a staple of whedon’s work (and just such a staple in stories in general), and i loved seeing it turned on its head. i especially liked the way that the penance/auggie dynamic sort of felt like a fred/wesley remix but through a more critical lens, and i like how it was starting to feel like an amalia/penance/auggie love triangle was starting to happen. but ugh, i reallyyyyyyyy wish we hadn’t ended the series on that hug. D:

kinda relatedly: you KNOW i was like, “horatio gravitating back toward his awesome wife and auggie being evil and amalia being bisexual means the narrative was totally setting up canon amalia/penance!” and now nobody can tell me any different, damn it.

all of the maladie/sarah stuff was riveting and so magnificently acted! loved her journey.

olivia goddess williams remains my favorite, even when she’s shooting an innocent space creature over and over.

amalia and her two past selves hanging out was excellently trippy!

i really liked the direction the show took in these episodes, i would have liked to see more of it. (but it would have required the magic resurrection of hugo swann, so maybe this is all for the best.) weary sigh! i really love all these characters and would have loved to watch them for much longer.

i still say reed diamond should’ve showed up as lavinia’s evil american boyfriend. sorry, denis o’hare!!!!!!

[nanamisflowerfield]

Hello :3 recently just found you and was taken by your Ayakashi rr headcannons. :D Can I ask for a request? A fem reader...?

If it's okay:))) can I have a request of headcannons for the night faction? Wherein the s/o is together with the guys, then, the s/o new friend, who clearly likes her ( but doesn't realize it ), then ask her to go somewhere with him. After that, he shows her his true intentions and ask her to go for a date.

Clearly, the night dudes are just watchi'n as they see you reject the friend. But things went far cause the friend's started to force himself upon the s/o. I really want to know their reactions, how they deal the perv, and confront/lecture that friend.

I really hoped for this, tho it's okay if not.

Hello! I kinda skipped the whole beginng for them all, because it might just be the same part for all 5 guys and changed it for Tatsuomi, stating that he was working, because I think that he won't try to interupt them or even tell (y/n) that he will be waiting somewhere and won't even see the whole scene!

But I hope that you like it and have a great day! x3

🐈 Nachi’s ears were very good, which might be why he listened in the conversation of you and your friend’s. He couldn’t stop himself, because he wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date with that guy, that he had never liked, or not.

🐈 Thank goddess, that you had rejected him, but never had he thought that the guy Nachi disliked so damn much, would still try to force himself on you. He grabbed your wrist, whispering words in your ear, until Nachi had enough.

🐈 How dare that guy to touch you! His dear friend and crush! “Don’t you dare to touch her!” He screamed loud, running to you two, before he kicked the guy in the face, surprising not only you but also the creep.

🐈 “N-Nachi!” You wanted to say something, but your dear friend had grabbed your hand, running far away from the alley and away from that creep, while his lips curled up. Maybe now he looked like a prince to you and can swoop you off your feet one day!

🕷️ Worst mistake your dear friend could ever have done. He should never had asked you out on a date. Especially press you on a wall, whispering some words at you, while you shook in fear, trying to get away from the creep.

🕷️ “If I were you, I would let her go.” Kagemaru tried to give that creep a nice smile, even though the was mad. “What the hell do you want?” The man that you had called a criend, turned around, glancing at Kagemaru, before he gulped.

🕷️ Within a few seconds, he was lying on the ground, bleeding out of many injuries, while Kagemaru put his arm over your shoulder, turning you away from the guy.

🕷️ “Let’s go. I don’t want you near that guy… I’m the only one who may take you on dates.”

⛩️ He will be jealous, when he hears the creep asking you out on a date. That guy did something that Akiyasu could never do, fearing that you will reject him. But thankfully, you rejected that guy. Maybe one day, Aki will find some confidence and ask you out!

⛩️ A sigh left his lips, before he saw what was going on. That guy just forced himself onto you, while you tried to keep him off of you.

⛩️ “Get away!” He yelled out, surprising not only the two of you but also himself. “What the hell do you want?” The creep glanced at Aki, not noticing how you raised your foot and kicked him there where no man wants to get kicked at.

⛩️ “Uh…” He doesn’t know what exactly he should say, but you were there. Taking his arm and wrapping it with yours, as you walked with him away. “Thanks…” He heard you mutter, while his cheeks warmed up by a mere word.

🗡️ Good thing that his shift hasn’t ended and that he had hear you nearby. Tatsu had walked to you two with his sword in his hand, gazing at the creep with madness in his eyes.

🗡️ The poor guy nearly had pissed into his pants, forgetting that you had somebody like Tatsuomi as your friend. Maybe he should have left you, after you had rejected him so nicely.

🗡️ When you sigh in relief, Tatsuomi will be there. He belongs to the people who won’t feel jealous, but more protective.

📚 Yakumo raised his eyebrow, when he heard your voice. “Stop that!” He heard you scream at the man; you had once introduced to the blonde and had called a friend.

📚 “There you are, my love.” The blonde had immediately walked to you, grabbing you by the hand to pull you behind him. “I’m sorry, but (y/n) already has a boyfriend and that’s me.” He smiles at the guy.

📚 Slowly, he will move his head to the creep. “No leave.” He will whisper to him, before the blonde will turn around and kiss your forehead. “Thanks for helping out there, Yakumo… and playing my boyfriend.”

📚 “Playing? I was hoping to become your boyfriend.” He will smile at you, walking with you to a nearby café hand in hand, while you look up at him with flushed cheeks.

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[facks-stories]

2/? [plot]

“I mean someone on this blog has powers”

“But I don’t,”

“… alright!”

Somehow her response was clam, though it was the end of the short conversation.

[1/3 ends]

The rest agreed, with scrim winning this time

“Aw”

“Sorry to interrupt- but are we not going to talk about the back of the cards again?”

[at this point I made the calm smaller]

“Why should we?”

[2/3]

“Well fack did spend 2 and a half hours on it”

“And fack needs to clam their ego down-“

[didn’t roll for this one, just something she’d say to me]

“Well that was a bit rude?”

“I apologize, I’m a bit angry”

“Oh, why?”

Milan shrugs, mimu knew she wasn’t someone to get angry over two lost games or any games really [but in her defense she got pretty shitly cards both games] and the other two didn’t really get that from talking to her.

Even though she claimed to be angry nothing in her behavior changed, unlike Mimu she was incredibly hard to read, she always had the same “angry” facial expression and tone. A tone that often sounded like static if you weren’t paying the most attention, which achos wasn’t doing

“Sorry- uh what did you say”

“I said I’m a bit tired”

“But thats not at all what you said”

“But its the truth”

Mimu felt like this was a lie, especially because he had never known milan to be tired either, but tired could mean different things so he bushed the possible lie off

“Any other games you guys know of?”

“Oh! I wanna learn poker!”

Milan shot the other two a quick “i was right” glance

“Poker? You can’t even drink yet why do you know poker?” 

“I know poker?”

“Mimu is a 8 year old mentally, at least some of the time, explain that better”

Milans reply was a bit unwarranted and angry but mother scrim ignored it because milan did a slight wince for only a second or two

[i made the calm smaller again]

“Mimu we can’t play poker, we don’t have the chips for them”

“Oh I can just get them”

“You guys have poker chips?-“

“No, everyone else can just manifest items”

“What? I thought there was no magic”

“There isn’t, its just lazy writing”

“Huh” “huh” “huh”

“Fack didn’t feel like coming up with a reasonable explanation on how they get things”

“What do poker chips look like?”

Mimu interrupted the other two’s opportunity to ask questions though after milan’s answer of “just do the ones that look right” Mimu was too busy to interrupt anymore

“Whos they?”

“Everyone else”

“Can you not do it?”

“Nope”

“Well why not?”

“Because I’m “dangerous””

Well its a bit hard to tell if she’s actually pissed, achos honestly was hearing static again and maybe mother scirm could have figured it out if milan wasn’t so careful, even when her words sounded carefree.

The quotation marks on dangerous gave the two a uneasy feeling, they couldn’t tell if she was down playing something or it was a simple over exaggeration. Still they both looked over at each other simultaneously, then at Mimu who had made the chips and got distracted, making rubber duckes.

Echos started taking the ducks as scrim looked back at milan who was staring at Mimu. Scrim couldn’t tell what milan wanted to do, it looked like she just might kill the poor boy or cradle him. ‘Shes a whole contradiction’ they thought.

“Hey you ok?”

“Yea I’m fine, why”

“Well-“

“WE HAVE A THEORY :D >:D”

Mimu held up the card box he grabbed off the table, him and achos were sitting on the floor brainstorming what they could mean, the people with the wings that is

“Oh sorry aunt for yelling”

“Thats fine,”

“Ok so one is covering the others ears, and the other is choking the other one”

“You’ve used other 3 times in one sentence, thats not really helpful.”

“>:(“

“Well I think this has something to do with anon and milan”

Silence- maybe achos would have broken it if milan didn’t tell him such a pissed off comment

“Well these people have wings, and so does milan”

“Mimu I don’t have wings”

“But I saw them! And so did colby-!”

“I’d know if I had wings”

“They glow! And.. and their yellow and kinda transparent”

“I’m honestly surprised you know what transparent means”

“Milan I’m serious! They aren’t aways there, and I only saw them once but they were there”

{end of text}

[@essentially-a-worm-on-a-string @the-squishy-scrimblo]

Zbfuffii

Yeah I’m going to sleep and proof reading when I wake up

Ok edit: I mis colored some of the text so sorry about that 🥲👍

Also I had Mimu call scrim aunt since he’d probably see them more as a aunt

[slowdiived]

Do you have any thoughts on what Kurt’s like when his partner is very angry with him. Not like crying or emotional but they’re just standing there purely disappointed with him, explaining why they’re mad aka how he fucked up and how the fuck could he think that was okay? What was he thinking?! Yelling, lecturing and scolding type mad, if that makes sense

kurt watched you anxiously pace the area in front of your couch, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. he knew something was wrong, he could feel it. the tension was building up since he had got in the driveway.

“kurt,” you started off, stopping to look at him. “i can’t believe you would post that picture of me on your instagram.”

he gives you a confused look, his mind wracking what you could be talking about. he posted a lot and you were always in the midst of it; cute dinner date photos, pictures of you holding him, just you smiling. he couldn’t think of one picture that you would’ve had a problem with.

“uh, which one?” he asked as he flipped his hair out of his face.

“which one?” you snarled. “which fucking one?”

he threw his hands up in a shrug and you about lost it on him. you tried your best to keep your composure, taking a second to stare at the ceiling and breathe.

“maybe the one where i’m in the lingerie,” you reminded, your arms now crossed. “the one that i privately sent to you.”

“oh!” kurt smiled. “the really pretty one.”

you rolled your eyes and look at him again.

“kurt, you can’t share that on the internet,” you yelled. “like ever! you need to ask me what is okay and not okay!”

“but i-i thought you looked pretty,” he sighed. “i wanted everyone to see my hot girlfriend, like bobby n’ stuff…”

your hands balled into fists as the rage kicked in at the mention of bobby’s name. that fucker had seen too much of you at this point, kurt always needing to prove that he can be cool too. you found it endearing at the beginning of the relationship but at this point, you found it tiring and useless.

“you can see through my bra!” you hissed. “you can see through my fucking bra kurt! that isn’t for the world, it’s just for you! don’t ever fucking pull that shit again!”

he nodded and looked into his lap, afraid to make eye contact. he didn’t want to see the anger that was scribbled all over your pretty face, the eyes that were seeping disappointment. he choked back tears, already embarrassed and did t want to further it.

“m’ sorry,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. “d-do you want me to delete it?”

“of course you should fucking delete it!” you yelled again. “i can’t fucking believe you. do you ever stop to think that maybe i should approve what photos of me you post?”

he pulled out his phone and answered you with hummed out ‘i don’t know’. he quickly got into his app and deleted the post. he was kinda happy that bobby hadn’t commented on it, he was nervous that it would’ve made you more frustrated.

“whatever dude,” you looked up at the ceiling again. “seriously fucking pissed.”

he felt so horrible. he didn’t know how to make you not mad. normally with his parents he could take the disappointment or cuss words flying at him at full speed, he always seemed to create some shitty situation with them. he hadn’t really fucked up with you yet, your relationship running smoothly until now. he had never seen you so angry or even hear you yell with frustration in your voice. he didn’t know how to take it, his eyes welling up with tears and his gaze pressed to his shaky, fidgeting fingers. he didn’t know if he was suppose to kiss you and tell you he’s sorry, or give you a speech. was he suppose to get you an ‘im sorry’ gift?

“i’m really s-sorry,” he let a few tears slide. “i know i-i’m stupid and a fuck up. i don’t know how to make this better for you.”

his reaction caught you off guard. you never said he was stupid or a fuck up, his self loathing words ripping your heart out.

“you’re not stupid, i never meant any of it that way,” you sighed and got on his level, your hands on his knees. “i’m just more annoyed that you didn’t say something first, you just let your followers see parts of my body that i would like to only keep for you and me.”

“o-ok, i’m sorry,” he started crying but it wasn’t a full breakdown sob, just tears flowing at a steady pace.

“i forgive you, it’s over and done with,” you kissed his forehead.

as you went to stand back up, he grabbed your cheeks. both of your set of eyes pressed onto each other, making sure that you were present.

“i am really sorry,” he sniffled. “can i kiss you?”

you nod and he presses his now wet lips into yours. you have him as loving of a kiss as you could, starting to feel bad for raging.

[ashtrayfloors]

A week ago Thursday, I took a long walk around my neighborhood. Later, at night, I sat out on the back steps for a while, listening to all the night sounds: the pop and snap of wood burning in a neighbor’s fire pit, critters rustling in the weeds, the lonesome howl of a freight train in the near distance.

The next day started off kinda shitty. I was dealing with more confusing and annoying bureaucratic red tape re: energy assistance, plus some other stuff along similar lines, and the kids were cranky, and I was feeling all sad and cranky myself and dwelling on some old issues that rear up from time to time—maybe cuz of PMS, maybe cuz of Mercury Rx, probably a little of both. C. and I took a little outing to the garden center, and I got some more soil for this year’s garden, and some pansies for outside, and a little African violet for indoors. That helped a bit, but when I got back, I was still stressed and sad, and P. could tell, and he told me to take the rest of the evening to do whatever would make me feel better. So I had a tiny bit of an edible, then took a long, hot bath and ate some dark chocolate, and it worked wonders.

Saturday was better. I wrote a poem, worked on editing some poems, and submitted some poems to a couple lit zines. After the kids were asleep, P. and I had sex.

That night I had a strange dream that P. and I were visiting some old friends of his, and we were there for hours and hours and I wanted to leave because I was tired, but he decided he had to make this elaborate slow-cooked pepper sauce (??) before he left. So I was like: “Can I just leave, and you can crash here?” But he said that would be rude so I had to stay, too and I was pissed. I don’t know where the fuck that dream came from.

The next day my anxiety was through the roof—about (lack of) money, about bills, about other things that I couldn’t even identify. And we were going to have dinner with my mom because my dad was out of town, and having dinner with my parents often stresses me out. But it turned out okay. I remembered that my parents are much less awful to be around when it’s just one of them, not both.

That night I had another weird dream. I was in Chicago, at a zine fest held at my alma mater, CCC (much like the actual MWPZF was, last October), and I had a new zine with me that I’d just finished the day before and hadn’t had a chance to make copies of. (Which, again, is much like real life experiences I’ve had—I’m notorious for rushing to make copies the day before or day of zine fests.) Anyway, someone told me there was a Xerox machine in one of the offices where they’d let me make copies for free, so I went there. The guy working was this super hot punky French dude named Guillaume, and it was like we locked eyes and immediately knew we wanted to bang. We were just gonna fuck right there in the office, but people kept coming in and interrupting us, so we couldn’t. Later, we decided to go find a hotel and get a room and fuck there, so we were wandering downtown Chicago looking for a hotel we could afford, and we finally found one—but it was being used as a vaccine clinic, and was so packed with people waiting to get vaxxed that we couldn’t even get inside to see if there were rooms available. Also my parents were there for some reason, waiting to get vaccines at a hotel in Chicago, which kinda killed my horny mood. It was a terribly frustrating dream. And also hella weird. (And also my dream dude Guillaume was really hot, and he’s been popping up in my fantasies ever since.)

The first of May was probably the best day of the week. It was too cold and rainy to do any outdoor activities, but I taught D. a bit about the labor rights/anarchist history of May Day for school, did a bunch of artsy-crafty stuff, did some witchy stuff. I started mapping out my new poetry project—a (book-length!) sonnet sequence about a love affair I had in the summer of 2005. I’d already planned on writing a poem about that lover and that summer, but then realized I had more to say about it than would fit in just one poem. Then I thought of a book I recently read and loved—Maggie Millner’s Couplets, which is a book of poems about a love affair—and thought: oh! I could write a book of poems about it! And then I thought of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Fatal Interview, and thought: oh! the book could be a sonnet sequence! Which is incredibly nerdy, I know, but is also super exciting for me, as I’ve been getting back into sonnets with a vengeance; and seems especially appropriate considering that the spring/summer of 2005 was when I first got obsessed with Edna Millay and with writing my own sonnets. Later, I listened to electro-swing while making pasta primavera for dinner. And P. and I got to have sexytimes again that night.

Tuesday, my period started, and my anxiety was through the roof again. But I did yoga, which helped a little, as did listening to some good old fashioned punk rock. And I worked a bit more on my sonnet-book, which, I decided that day, will be titled Untrue Aftermath—both because it has the same syllable count as/a similar feeling to Fatal Interview, and because it comes from a sonnet I wrote in the summer of 2005.

I started off Wednesday feeling so good. I did yoga, made myself a strawberry-blueberry-banana smoothie for breakfast. But then I got a phone call from energy assistance saying that I needed to call back and verify more stuff—stuff which I had already verified, by the way—or my application was going to expire. Which sent me into a panic, because I’d already received the disconnection notice from the power company, and though I didn’t know what day they’d turn it off, I knew it wasn’t far off. So I verified it all again, and then kept calling back to make sure they had all the information they needed and my application wouldn’t expire, and they assured me it was fine! It was all good now! So I thought I had that taken care of, but I was still stressed just from dealing with it, and also was thinking about my cousin C.W., who was going into surgery later that day, to remove part of his colon and intestines, due to cancer.

But the day got better. It was sunny, and warm enough to go outside and plant the pansies and get some veggies sprouting. We also did other yard work, like cutting back the mulberry bushes which are trying to overtake the yard, and then I helped C. build a lean-to from some of the mulberry branches. Then I worked on more of Untrue Aftermath, and P. and I cooked delicious Jamaican jerk burgers for dinner. And I got good news about my cousin—the surgery went well, and they’re pretty sure they got all the cancer.

I didn’t sleep well that night, either. At first it was fun being up late; I sat on the porch alone to listen to the night sounds, to dream and scheme. But then, even when I wanted to go to sleep, I couldn’t, and started, once again, worrying about everything.

I woke up the next day exhausted, with jaw and tooth pain, because I sometimes grind my teeth in my sleep when I’m stressed. The morning light on the yard was beautiful, though, and in the afternoon, I dropped D. off with my parents, and went to run a couple errands. I was feeling good, driving around, drinking an iced coffee, looking at all the trees in bloom and singing along to old favorite songs I still love. I thought I’d get home, work on my sonnet sequence, and make a cake. And then I got home and I just crashed. I felt ancient and tired and sad and ugly. I started missing the good old bad old days, while simultaneously feeling like I was in them.

Let’s see if I can explain…working on Untrue Aftermath, well, I’ve been delving back into the summer of 2005, reconstructing events and emotions from old journal entries and photographs and mix tapes. But what sometimes happens when I fall too deep into the nostalgic k-hole of a particular timeframe—it’s happened before, and it happened this time—is, I start remembering things I hadn’t even kept record of, and I start feeling how I felt back then, and then the wave of memories and emotions becomes so vivid and intense that it feels like it’s happening again, in real time. Which, to paraphrase myself, is good for my writing, but so very bad for my delicate heart.

But then the other thing that happens is that, though I may be experiencing all the old memories and feelings in real time, my brain also likes to remind me of all the ways that the Now is not like Ye Olde Days. That was happening on Thursday, too. You know, my brain was going: Remember all your lovers and all your adventures? You barely have adventures anymore. And you’ll never have a new lover again, not just because of the relationship you’re in but because you’re old and ugly and no one would even want you. (To quote an Edna St. Vincent sonnet that’s not from Fatal Interview: I only know that summer sang in me / A little while, that in me sings no more.)

All that got me too sad and restless to focus on writing or baking. So I read my friend Jonas’s newest book, and built some LEGOs with C., and ate linguini and clam sauce for dinner. Later, I sat out on the front porch again and watched the almost-full Flower Moon rising through the flowering trees. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was what I had, and it was enough to get me through.

Friday, I woke up in a better mood, and the weather was good. I had such plans for the day. I was going to bake the cake, and then we were going to do more gardening, and then make burritos (with homemade guacamole) for dinner. I was in the middle of making the cake—batter was more than half done, oven was preheating—when our gas and electricity got shut off. I immediately called energy assistance to see what the fuck was going on. The woman I talked to was like: “Well, see, it was really confusing because you reported this and then you reported this conflicting thing, you sent in this form but then sent in that other form, blah blah.” And I didn’t yell because I knew it wasn’t her fault individually, but I said: “It was confusing to me, too! I only sent in and verified what I was asked to, it’s not my fault that people told me to send in and verify conflicting things.” She said: “We can book you for a crisis appointment over the phone at 4:40 p.m. today, to cancel out your previous application and put in a crisis one.” I agreed to it, but said: “This would not have been a crisis situation had everything been processed a month ago like it should have been.” I was pissed. For once in my life I was on top of my end of shit, and this still happened?!

We packed as much of our refrigerated food as possible into an ice chest with a bunch of ice and packed all our frozen food (plus the meat for the burritos) into the big freezer in our basement with several large bags of ice. Then I booked a hotel room for the night, and put a call for help on my main blog.

It may have been slightly irresponsible, financially, to book a hotel room, rather than stay with my parents—but mentally/emotionally, it was the right thing to do. Because my parents would have made that night hell for me. Whenever anything like this has happened in the past, even if I am not asking them for financial help and am finding other ways to take care of it myself, they just berate me, endlessly. “Why didn’t you just pay the bill off months ago?” they say. “We didn’t have the money,” I tell them. “Why didn’t you have the money? Why don’t you get a better job? Why doesn’t P. get a better job? Blah blah blah.” This time would have been no different. They wouldn’t have cared that it actually wasn’t my fault, that I applied for assistance as soon as I knew I wouldn’t be able to pay the bill, and that I stayed on top of it but e.a. didn’t have their shit together. No, that wouldn’t have mattered at all. They would have insisted on giving me the money to pay the bill—even if I told them I didn’t want them to, and was working on other ways to get the power back on. Then they would have spent the rest of the night lecturing me about how they shouldn’t have to help me out financially like that anymore and can’t afford to now that my dad’s retired (which I know and agree! which is why I wouldn’t ask them to!), and on all the ways in which both I and my partner are fuck-ups (which, news flash: lecturing someone about how they’re a failure doesn’t help them not be a failure).

Once we got to the motel, I did the math, and figured out that if I got around $1000 from my emergency post, I could put that together with the money I had set aside for rent, ask my landlord to hold off on cashing the check until I get paid from my most recent proofreading gig (which should be by the 10th, and she usually doesn’t cash our rent checks until after the 10th of the month anyway), and pay the minimum balance to get the power turned back on, so that even if the e.a. thing didn’t work out, I could still get our power back on the next day.

Then I had the crisis appointment. If only they had given me one of those a month ago, it wouldn’t have been a crisis! The woman I spoke to this time was actually on top of things. She gathered all the information she could from our previous application, and just asked me to verify/clarify a few more things. The approval for the amount of help they can give went through right away, but she told me the payment wouldn’t go through until Wednesday. Well, fuck, I thought, there’s no way we can afford to stay in a motel for that many nights, plus by then all our food would spoil, and we can’t afford to replace all that, either. So I was just praying that my emergency post would get enough of a response that I could pay the minimum the next day. I asked the woman from e.a. what would happen if I did that, if it would somehow cancel the assistance, and she said no, it would just go toward paying off whatever was left on the bill and/or be put towards the next one.

After that, there was nothing more I could do for the night other than periodically reblog my emergency post, so I decided to try and enjoy myself/relax as best I could. I did have a brief thought that the universe heard me longing for ye olde days, and decided to grant my wish, in a very monkey’s paw way. Like: Oh, you want the old days back? The days of adventure, when you could never afford to pay your bills on time and were constantly living with no gas or electricity? Fuck, Universe, that’s not what I meant; guess I should have been more careful what I wished for.

But I also did get a bit of the good parts of the old days—namely, staying in a roadside motel. I just love hotels and motels so much. All the people coming in and out, the free coffee 24/7, the way that they’re liminal spaces so even if you’re staying in your own town it’s like you’ve stepped out of daily time and into something different. We ordered pizza for dinner, cuz one of the better pizza places in town opened up a new carryout-and-delivery spot just down the road from where we were staying, and they delivered it right to the room. P. and I both took long hot showers; the kids both took baths.

I kept going outside to smoke, which I have been so good about not doing recently, but all the stress just fucking got to me and I caved. I’d go outside to smoke, watch the cars pulling into and out of the parking lot, the people checking into the hotel, the parking lot across the way with the rehab center next to the coffeeshop where I saw Adam Fell do a reading back in early 2018. I watched and listened to the redwing blackbirds, swooping and chirring in the roadside marsh. In my head, I played a medley of all my favorite hotel and motel songs. One of them being, of course, “Can’t Hardly Wait.” And at one point I noticed that most of the vehicles in the parking lot had Minnesota plates. Turned out that there was a youth football team from Minnesota staying there for the night. And then a little while later, outside having another smoke, this trio of young punks approached me—I guess they saw my tattoos and my t-shirt with the sleeves torn off and knew I was one of them—we all stood around smoking and chatting, and it turned out they were a punk band…from Minnesota. What are the fucking odds?

I was up late. Full moons and motels both make me restless, plus I was still worried about the power situation. Wondering if my emergency post would get enough traction to get me the money I needed; wondering if my landlord would be pissed when I asked her to hold the rent check, and if I’d have to pay her the $50 late fee. I was up late, sipping whiskey, wishing that I was having a fun motel night of drinking and sex rather than the type of motel night I was having, but I was enjoying myself despite it. When I went out to have my last cigarette of the night, and look at the full moon, I took my little plastic motel cup of ice & whiskey out with me, and the Minnesota punks were out there too, smoking and drinking beer. We talked again. They asked me to come party with them in their room, and I was like “oh, boys, thank you, but I am here with my husband and kids and I don’t think they’d appreciate me bailing on them to go party.” I mean I really was thankful that they asked me. Made me feel like I’m not so old and boring after all, if some punk kids nearly two decades younger than I am think I’m cool enough to party with.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt that I met [redacted] and we got drunk and had sloppy-drunk motel sex.

In the morning, we partook of the complimentary breakfast and coffee, and I checked on the money and energy situation. People really stepped up, I got enough that I could have paid the minimum balance and any late fee my landlord asked. So I called the energy company, asked them how I needed to pay the balance to get my power back on that day, and they let me know. I went on the website, and as I was entering my information to pay, I mean I was literally about to hit the ‘complete payment’ button, I got a phone call from energy assistance. Telling me that, because they’d marked it as a crisis, their assistance amount went through that day instead of needing to wait until Wednesday. So I called the power company back, they confirmed it had gone through and told me how much I now owed, and because it was less than I’d initially thought due to the assistance going through, I was able to pay the bill completely off without even needing to put a hold on the rent check.

After that, we packed up, grabbed some more free coffee (and cocoa for the kids) from the lobby, checked out, came home, and called the power company one last time to get the power back on. Then we checked our food—everything was still good, hallelujah.

The rest of Saturday, I was exhausted, but happy. Glad to be home. Thinking maybe I learned a couple lessons from all this. One being that if I ever need energy assistance again, I should apply at least two months ahead of time. The other being: appreciate what you have. Adventure’s not all it’s cracked up to be, at least not when it comes with that kind of chaos. And I was appreciative. Appreciative that friends and strangers alike helped me out when I most needed it. Appreciative that the energy assistance came through after all, even if it was last minute. Appreciative that the food was still good, and we were able to make the guacamole and burritos for dinner that we’d planned on making the night before.

I was so sure I’d sleep well that night because I was so tired. I fell asleep fine, but then C. woke up in the middle of the night, and it was difficult to get him back to sleep. And then even when he did fall back to sleep, I was awake for another couple hours.

So yesterday I was even more exhausted than I was Saturday. I mean, I hadn’t slept well in several nights; that was a problem even before the power outage. I was exhausted, and C. was exhausted and cranky, and I had to catch up on a bunch of laundry. But it wasn’t all bad, in fact there was a lot of good. The weather was beautiful. A couple of the poems from one of the lit zine submissions I sent out at the end of April got accepted for publication. I got hired for a new proofreading gig, a pretty well-paying one. Because of that, and the fact that I’m getting the paycheck from my last gig very soon, and the fact that my energy bill is now square, I actually have a teeny bit of extra money—which I’m using a portion of to give to other causes and people who are in urgent situations right now. Then, last night, we went to have dinner with my parents. We did tell them some of what happened on Friday, but because it was no longer urgent we could play it off as ‘oh, our power was out for a night, we stayed in a motel, it was an adventure,’ and there was no lecture and everything was fine. They watched the kids for a bit; P. and I went to get takeout to bring back for everyone, and had a round of beers while we waited. (My parents treated us.) I was absolutely enamored by the bartender and the two waitresses. They were all queer femmes (takes one to know one); these young, rough-ass bitches (and oh, I mean rough-ass bitches in an absolutely positive way) wearing these ridiculous, amazing outfits (stuff I would love to wear but probably wouldn’t have the guts to; but probably would have worn when I was as young as they are). And Halsey’s “Bad At Love” came on, and they all started singing along, at the top of their lungs and so full of feeling in that “I’ve been there” way and god, I love people. Truly, I do. Then, dinner with the kids and the parents, and it was actually pleasant and low-key, for once. And then home again, home again, once again exhausted and happy. We all finally slept well. I only woke up in the night once. I was having a dream in which I was reading a beautiful poem (I am one of those rare people who can actually read text in my dreams sometimes), and I woke up with one line from the poem still in my mind. I rolled over, pulled up the notes app on my phone, typed it in, then went back to sleep. This morning, I read what I’d typed: in the time of the witches / the streets were smoked with blue perfume. That’s pretty excellent. I need to use it (or something like it) in a real poem. Today I started my new proofreading gig, did schooling with the kiddos. I had to make one last call to the power company, to make sure the payment/arrangement went through so we don’t end up in that situation again; according to them it’s all good and now this hellish cycle of phone calls and panic is done. I’m not in the best mood today—all the stress of the past few days has worn me down; and everything has been so weird and wild lately that the past few days has felt more like a few weeks. And oh, now our oven is crapping out, which is another thing we can’t afford. Plus it’s rainy and chilly again, so I can’t go outside and garden or just sit in the sun, and I’m just kinda sad, really. I’m trying to make the most of today and not get into a total funk. I dressed up in a way that’s comfy and fabulous at the same time. I made myself a box of Annie’s mac and cheese for lunch, because that’s one of my comfort foods. Now I’m drinking tea, and I’m hoping to find the time to work on poetry stuff later. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be better, so I’m planning to go to the library (I have a novel on hold there that I’m very excited for); maybe go to the post office (some people ordered books and zines from my emergency post; also the post office has Lichtenstein stamps now and I need some!). Over all, I am so grateful for how everything turned out. It’s been a fucked up few days, but it could have been a lot worse. And next time I’m lonely for adventure? Please remind me that just a trip to the library or a walk around my neighborhood will suffice.

[ellus986]

Rose from the dead

Eddie Munson x reader

One shot

Warning: only read if you watched vol. 2. Even the note has spoilers!!!

Note: Y/N was part of the plane to take done Vecna/One/Henry, and had a flirt or two with Eddie, but timing was a bitch.

Warning: wounds, wound cleaning, near death experience, forplay, sex

You are staring at the flyer about the missing Eddie Munson. Your heart broke into tiny tiny pieces everytime you see it. He was dead, Dustin told you he was… still you couldn’t bring yourself to it. Why he needed to be a hero?

“He died a hero…” Dustin walks up behind you.

“It won’t change my feelings, even if you tell me a hundred times as you did in the past one week.” You flash a broken smile.

“He liked you, maybe even had deeper feelings. But I know for a fact he liked you… before everything went downhill he always watched you walk down the hallway, once he didn’t even realised he was speaking out loud, but spoke about how beautiful you are…” his eyes are filled with tears.

“And he loved you!” You hug him.

“Killer freak!” Someone just throw a darts into his chest on the picture.

“He was not!” You scream, and Dustin hold up his middle finger.

“Come on, maybe you should walk home, before people gets pissed at you too!” Aproches Steve.

“Or maybe I kill someone!” You look dead in the eyes, watching the guy throwing that Shit.

“Or that! Go home, listen to some music, have a good sleep and come back tomorrow!” He gets the darts out, and that’s the minute you notice the holes all around the photo.

“It is not the first you took out, right?” You get even angrier.

“I will take care of it!” He pushed you, and Dustin hold your hand walking you out. Normaly you would rip your hand out of his hold, but you needed comfort, more than ever.

You walk in silence hand in hand. Until you reach the street your roads split. You hug him, hold him close, and let your tears out.

“I will be alright from here, go home, if I need you I know how to reach out!” You smile with tearful eyes.

You walk home, but before you would reach your house you get your Metallica shirt down and get a cardigan on. You walk in the house, get a glass of water and walk to the backjard atleast it is quiet now noone is home yet.

You sit down put your Queen tape in the radio, just enjoy it until someone arrives home, and you need to act like a good girl again.

“For a moment I tought you will put in Madonna…” you hear a weak voice from the forest at the back, and you pinch yourself. “Did you just pinch yourself?”

“Yes, when I hear dead people speak!” You walk slowly, carefully.

“It seems it is not that easy to kill me!” He coughts, and you see the bushes move, focus a little bit and find the curly dark locks between them. Your heart stops.

“Eddie!” You run and hug him, he lets out a painful sight, but hugs you back. “How the fuck are you alive? Dustin have seen you die…”

“I’m really here!” He smooths your face and a tear falls from your cheek. “Don’t you think I would leave without asking you on a date…”

“Lets get you inside first, if my mom sees you, you are dead…” you chuckle with such a dark tone, you can see Eddie tense in a second.

“They are not a fan of me right?” He asks as you put one of his arms around your shoulder.

“Unfortunately, there is only few people in town who doesn’t hate you…” you wince, you just got him back, you don’t want to broke him already.

“Hellfire club?“ he chuckles what ends in a cough.

“Kinda… are you sure you are alright?”

“I said I’m alive, not alright!” His joke makes you shiver.

When you are finally up in your room you help him into your bed. He looks around it has no posters, the clothes that are hanging out are nothing you would wear, when he looks at you his brows are rising to the sky.

“What did you think made me dress like this?” You point in your hidiously conservative outfit. “They don’t know I listen to rock, or metal, oooh and not to mention D&D, they defenetly don’t know about me playing.” You put some hair behind your ears. “I dress in a bush everyday twice…”

“You little rebel…” he smiles at you even you can see he is in pain from the move.

“Get down your shirt!”

“Moving fast?” He winked, again wincing at the same time.

“You are clearly in pain, I need to see your wounds!” Your voice is so upset he does what you asked for.

You shiver as you see his upper body partly from all the wounds around it also from seeing him like this for the first time.

“Be right back!”

You go to the kitchen, get some stuff to clean him, and then realise he is most likely hungry. You put the stuff in your pocket and get a bowl of left over just when your mother arrives home.

“Hi sweetheart!”

“Hi mom!”

“Get your plate down when you finished!” She yells after you, as you are already on the stairs.

“I will!” You yell back, before entering the room. “I can guess you are hungry…”

“Gosh I was starving…” he lets out an airy breath.

You hand him the plate and open your closets door, get the mic for your radio, and speak up.

“Dustin, Dustin, do you hear me? This is urgent!”

“Y/N I c…”

“What are you doing?” Ask Eddie.

“What was that?” Ask Dustin.

“My bat…” you answer in code, just in case someone is listening.

“Your bat?” You can hear the confusion in his voice.

“Tha one that should have graduate this year…” your heart beats in your throt.

“That bat is still alive?” You almost see his face infront of you.

“If I am not gone crazy, and hand a plate of food to the nothing in my room, than yes…” you mumble.

“You are not crazy…” Eddie looks confused.

“Okay, I’m on my way… keep that bat safe…” Dustin voice was weak and you are sure he has unfallen tears in his eyes. You put the radio back.

“Bat, hah?” He looks at you.

“You don’t remember the high school kids who wanted to kill you? They are not put into rest with you missing… they could listen into it… I’m not risking your life…” your breath is heavy, your heart want to escape your chest.

You keep the door open but kneel on the bed next to him, looking over his wounds. You don’t say a word just start to clean him as he already finished what was on the plate. He is clearly in pain but doesn’t even hisses. You are already at his jaw when you feel him glacing at you. You look up, and he is watching your lips, looks up into your eyes than again down. You look at his lips, move a little closer, as does Eddie, there is almost nothing between your lips.

“I’m here!” You hear Dustin wishper in the radio.

“I think timing is always a bitch!” Rolls from Eddie’s lips.

“I guess so… climb up!” You tell him.

“No way! Come for me!”

“Shit Henderson, we will get caught!” You answer, but run down. “Get in…” he walks in in silence, you walk throught the kitchen when you hear your mother. You grab some snacks, and push Dustin to the stairs, as your mother just walks into the kitchen.

“Snacks?” She looks at you and you nod, while with half of your eyes watching Henderson sneaking up. “Didn’t you just ate?”

“I’m still hungry…” you pull your shoulder.

“You sure nothing is wrong?”

“No, nothing…” you answer and run up the stairs, you open the door to Dustin hugging Eddie, with tears in his eyes. “It is hard to keep him safe if you can’t climb up!” You wishper as you step in.

“You know what almost happend last time!” He answers.

“Last time?” Rolls from Eddie’s mouth.

“We have a radio in everyone’s room now, in case Vecna did something…” answers Dustin and you almost slap your face when you see Eddie’s face.

“Vecna? He is not dead?” He wishpers in an even lower tone. “What did a miss on out?”

“Max died, than came back to life, or sort of, she is in a coma, she does not responds to anything.” You almost cry, it wasn’t your best week behind you, yet here he is.

“I’ve seen you die…” Sniffes Dustin.

“I thought I died… but I just could’t move until a passed out, than I woke up in pain, I still can’t use my right leg…” he keeps looking from one to the other. “I couldn’t jump to my room, so I was looking for an another way around. Once I was just in Hawkins… I came here, hoping noone sees me in the forest…”

“Shit… get your pants down…” you mumble realising you didn’t clean him there.

“Moving fast?” He jokes again, still wincing.

“Timing is a bitch Munson!” You mumble helping his pants down. Your heart skips a beat as you see his leg. “Jesus Christ”

“It is better now…” he mumbles.

“Yeah right…” you start to clean his legs too. Dustin’s mouth didn’t shot for a second, you were afraid you gonna get caught. Two boys in your room, one even a so said murderer. Atleast your parents would think.

After hours of planing Dustin climbed down. Atleast you didn’t needed to get him out. You look at Eddie who looks really tired, you are not suprised, who wouldn’t be.

You help him first to your bathroom, then after you helped him back you take a minute long shower, and you are already back.

His chest is moving up and down so calmly, you are almost sure he is already asleep.

“You look beautiful…” he wishpers, as you grab one of the pillows and a blanket. “Don’t you dare to sleep in the floor!”

“You can’t…”

“But you can here!” He holds out his arms, with that smile he always flashes at you, with still closed eyes. “I won’t bite!”

“It won’t change a thing if we get caught, let be it!” You wishper as you lay next to him, getting cosy in his arms, letting your arms rest on his chest.

You look up at him, and he locks eyes with you. You swallow hard, as does he, again looking up and down on your lips, as do you. Until he finally kisses you. It is a carefull kiss, but it is a promise. A promise of your unsaid feelings for eachother.

“God night rebel princess!” He kisses your forhead.

“God night my sweet downfall!” As he was, if ever your parents found out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day:

Your parents went away early, so you didn’t need to wishper all morning. You couldn’t sleep since they left, but Eddie could, so you just watched him as he huged your thight as you rested your back to the head of the bed and slowly played with his still blood soaked hair.

When he finally wakes up, he just looks up at you, again glacing between your mouth and eyes, balancing himself on his elbow before reaching for a kiss. For your own suprise you lean down so automaticly, like you did this all the time.

His smile was something you couldn’t buy on money, but could make you happy for your whole life.

“I thought you would be ashamed…” he smiled at you.

“I wanted you to kiss me for so long…” you wishper, closing your eyes.

“Really? My little rebel princess wanted me to kiss her, and it took me so long to finish my request even though I wanted it so bad, I just didn’t know it was her comend…” he giggles, what is followed by a cought, but so quick your hearts gets lighter, maybe it is a good sign.

“We both run away before… not anymore…” you kiss him. “I mean we still need to leave Hawkins after Vecna is down…”

“We?” He looked suprised.

“I’m not leaving your side ever again!” You confess.

“Good… Neither will I leave your side!”

“Let’s get you in the shower…” you mumble standing up.

“Do I smell?” His smile makes your heart melt.

“Yes… but I don’t care about that, yet your hair is still bloody…” you giggle helping him up. He still needed you to put his weight on not using his right leg properly, but he atleast steps on it. His wounds are weirdly fast healing, but yet Steve’s are almost gone too.

“Can you help me with the… the…” he blushes, but at the same time his eyes are burning your skin.

“Ofcourse…” you swallow hard and help him out if you underwear. For a second you admire what you see, before lock your eyes to the floor and help him in the bathtub. “Do you need help in there?” You try to find his eyes, those dark eyes you fall for.

“No I’m good, give me 5 minutes and I’m all set!” He answers and you walk out. Not like it would be a suprise to anyone but he was to first man you have seen naked.

You try to distract yourself, but you only can think of him being there all naked and wet.

You walk back helping him out and giving him a towel blushing. When he sees your face, you know he knows.

“First time seeing someone naked?” He smooths your face.

“On my face?”

“Yeah.”

You help him out to the bed, and as you walk into the bathroom you see him reaching for his guitar. He almost died, but didn’t leave her out there.

You let cold water run all over your body, you need to cool down. But you can’t, you just made up your mind. As you walk out only in your towel he is playing “I was made for lovin’ you” by kiss, but instantly stops as his eyes are landing on you.

“It is only fair, if…” you don’t finish just let the fabric land on the floor. He looks at you in disbielife. “I’m sure it is not a first for you, but still only fair like this.”

“You don’t need to…” he swallows hard, his glace is burning your skin off.

“But I want to!” You step closer, and he sits up putting the guitar away.

“You want what?” He puts a shaking hand on your waist.

“I want you…” you wishper, shivering.

“You know, there is a misunderstanding between us…” his cheeks are filling up with blood, he looks nervous.

“And what is it?“ you ask, trying to be cool, still you are standing infront of him naked, he only has a towel on himself, yet he wants to speak about something went wrong between the two of you… you are doomed. “I always ran away before… so seeing you naked is a first for me too…”

“You are not…”

“Not a virgin?” He smirks. “I am!“ he lets his head fall a little, and you step even closer letting your fingers find they place in his wet hair pulling him closer. “I understand if you don’t want anything from me…”

“Eddie…” you pinch his jaw and make him look at you. “Eddie! I want you…” you take a sharp breath. “I think I’m falling for you… I don’t need you to feel the same, but I don’t give a fuck anymore… I want you that’s all…”

“My little rebel princess, did you think I’m not falling for you?” He kisses your stomach. “I love you… I knew it when we parted, I wanted to tell you…” he has tears in his eyes as he is looking up at you.

“I love you too!” You sit in his lap kissing him. He winces, but kisses you hard.

“Still we don’t need to do anything…” he looks in your eyes.

“How many times I need to tell you I want to!” You kiss him, and he lays you down the bed. His hand trails down your side, on your stomach, you shiver but does not try to stop him, until he reaches his destination.

You moan as he touches your vulva. First time it was ever touched by someone else than you.

“Y/N…” he groans in your mouth, playing with your lips not pushing his finger in you, yet.

“Eddie…” your words are breathy. He pushes his finger inside you. It takes your breath away, you tense from the new feeling, and he stops instantly.

“Just tell me, and I stop in a heartbeat…” he kisses your neck still not moving his finger.

“Don’t… it is just new…but good…” you let your head fall back as he pushes even furter.

“What made you this wet?” He wishpers into your ear.

“You, almost naked… in my bed… playing on the guitar…” you take a sharp breath after every sentence.

“You want me to play on her?” He looks nervous.

“If that takes away the edge of your nerves…” you mumble, moaning at the end as he moves his finger faster. “Please, I love I was made for lovin’ you…” you wishper into his ear.

“You knew what I was playin’?” He pulls his finger out and lick it not letting your eyes go, as he reaches for his guitar.

“Ofcourse!” You still are locking eyes with him, as he lays back and starts to play. “And I had a very not christian thought on my mind…” you bit your buttom lip.

“And what was it?” He looks really invested, still playing on her.

“Can I show you?” It just rolls from your mouth and he swallows hard, before noding. You give him a really nervous kiss, before sitting in his lap your vulva touching his cock as he is still playing.

“Ooh…” his eyes widen as you try to place yourself over him. “Y/N…” he moans before he could speak up as he is in your enterence, trying to keep up with the song, but messing up time to time. “Are you sure?” He asks, you only nod before sliding more down on him as an answer. “Y/N!” He eventually stop playing and puts the guitar down so he can smooth your side, as you slowly work your way down on him. You feel full already, and you still don’t have all of him inside you. As you go even more down you fell a sharp pain, your body tenses for a moment and he sits up to kiss you to get your mind elsewhere. Him stroking your back and kissing you lovingly makes all the pain go away. “I love you…” he wishpers into your mouth.

“I love you too… Thank you…” you mumble between two kisses.

“I would never rush you…” he moans as he finally feel confident to move against you. You let your head fall back, and a scream almost leaves your mouth. “You like it like this my little rebel princess?”

“Eddie… Yes… do you like it this way?” You moan louder and louder.

“Y/N… very much…” he kisses you not carring about how much his wounds are hurting with every move, all the pain worths the cilmax he was so close to. “Y/N… I… I will…”

“Just don’t stop… please!” You almost scream.

“You sure?“ he asks and you only nod as you are on the edge.

“Eddie!” You scream into his mouth, climaxing making him cum.

“Y\N!” He tries to catch his breath, both of you as you stay like that, just for a little more, to feel eachother. “I’m glad I didn’t run this time…” he chuckles into your neck.

“Not like you could…” you kiss him softly, before standing up.

“You didn’t regret it, right?” He looks nervous.

“No, did you?” You smile at him.

“Never… it was perfect, you were perfect!” His smile is just everything you needed.

You just sit down when you hear some noises under your window, you look at eachother confused and you run there to look what it is… turns out who it is. You throw the shorts Dustin brought to Eddie and you just get your hellfire club shirt on, when Steve knocks on the window. Both of you are already dressed. Or atleast dressed enough to not flesh him, if you pose lucky.

“Can you open it?”

“How many man climbed up to your room already?”

“Jealous Munson?“ you laugh opening the window. “But I’m sure your big boy is here for you!”

“I could not bielive Henderson until I saw it with my own eyes…” he steps closer to Eddie and hugs him. “Man I thought I never see you again…” when he steps away he looks confused between the two of you. “Did I just wake the two of you up?”

“No you didn’t!” You answer.

“You sure? You look little still messy, I apologise if I did…”

“No you didn’t…” you tell again, but none of you looks at him.

“Wait…” you feel his glace over your messy hair, your almost too short shirt, Eddie’s loosly put on short. “You didn’t just…” you don’t answers even you can tell what he is sugesting. “You kidding me… I knew you two had a thing for eachother, but you just came back to life to have sex?” He looks at the two of you in disbielife.

“Obviously not for that!” Shots Eddie. “But that doesn’t change our feelings, to be fair, it made it even more real.”

“Okay we are talking about feeling, but you still did not denied having sex…” he is tricky now.

“It is better for you? Do you feel better if you know I was on the top of him half a minute before you started climbing?” You had enough.

“Shit, you really did… just minutes before I climbed in?” He looks really shocked.

“I only had time to get this shirt on! Nothing else!” You start to laugh, so does Eddie. “I hope this is enough information for you big boy!”

“Can we speak about something else than my virginity?” Asks Eddie and Steve’s face is priceless,but he keeps what was asked.

“How are your bites?” He asks instead.

“Suprisingly better everyday…” answers Eddie, and Steve pulls up his shirt. “Shit yours are gone, so not just mines are fast healing?“

“No, I guess it can be effected by them dying… I don’t know.”

You don’t really listen, zone off replaying what just happend in your head while you slightly hear the boys talking in the background, and you just think to yourself, things never gonna be the same.

Three years later

At the trailer what Hopper’s goverment guy get you in an another state after dropping charges, so you can start a new life somewhere Eddie was not hated so much.

You are just arriving home from your shift, open the door and decide to take out the trash out when you hear loud laughter from the street. You just put the bag in the bin still in your uniform when someone approces you from behind.

“Sorry, can you help us? We are looking for…” Steve can’t say more words as you turn in his way. “Our friends…”

“Holly Shit, you are blonde, and those tattoos…” Robin speaks up fast. “Did something else change?”

“My last name?” You giggle holding your hand out to introduce yourself to her. “Mrs. Munson!” She shakes your hand in shock before letting her fall to her side. You flash your hand with the ring on it, before sticking your toungh out and forming two horns with your fingers.

“Defenetly a Munson…” mumbles Dustin.

Everyone runs into a big hug, you love it, you missed it.

“Come on in, we Invited you guys to celebrate it with us!” You lead them into your place. “It was kinda a last minute plan in Vegas, he proposed on our holiday there, and the next day we were married.” You smile watching your ring.

“We knew you two will end up married…” Comes from Nancy.

“Really?” You ask but brush it of fast. “So the plan is I make dinner, in that time Eddie should arrive home too, and after that the party can start!” You giggle. “Coffee, beer, wine, soda?” You look around and as they tell you, you get everyone what they want.

“How many batsy tattoo do you have?” Robin looks at you amazed.

“Seven!” You say as you walk to the kitchen to continue making dinner.

“Why so?” She asks, not knowing two was placed on your wrist, two on your ankles, two on your ribs and one at the back of your neck.

“Shit Y/N!” You hear Dustin voice in the second you hear the door open. Only you can hear it, and you feel a kiss on your nape in the second those ringed up hands are grabing your waist. “Did you really do that? Do you really want to remember every demobat that attacked him? Because I don’t…”

“Actually I did all the seven of them!” Speaks up Eddie as he walks out behind you still holding you close.

“Eddie!” Everyone jumps up again, and there is a big hug again. “Where is your hair?” Asks Dustin.

“Tattooing is only my hobby, workfield doesn’t like long hair, so it needed to be gone!” He chuckles. “Until my rebel princess likes me, I’m fine with it!” He kisses your cheek from behind.

“Let’s get wasted, shall we?” You ask.

“Anything my wife wants!” His smile makes your heart beat faster, and how he made sure he has a hand on you what ever happend made your heart melt. Your heart what was already full from all the people you loved in your leaving room.

The end

Story tags: @simply-sams-things @redpool

[rezdragon]

Well, I wanted to shitpost on Twitter, but it’s not loading on my desktop for some fucking reason, so I guess I’ll blab here.

I probably shouldn’t talk about Tasukete yet, but look, I’m pretty proud of a lot of points on this album. I started Tasukete in November. I was super stressed out from a combination of trying to work on Normal and get it out before Christmas, and feeling extremely alone at my new job. I stopped working on it for a bit, but decided to wrap it up and get it out to clean my plate of projects before I jump back into Normal.

Tasukete was started very similarly like Kintsugi and Impression. Felt sad and just wanted to get my feelings out via music. This time, I went back to the Strega. This is gonna sound stupid, but I actually tried to play in keys this time. Not like I wasn’t before, but Kintsugi was all in C (I think Dance With Me might be D). On Tasukete, I experimented with other keys. “A Void Of My Own Creation” is in D-Minor, while “Everything’s A-Okay” is E-Minor chords. I know I played in key for other tracks, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what fucking keys they were.

Speaking of, “A Void Of My Own Creation”, that was the first song I did, which I’ve posted here already. Void is essentially summing up what my November was like; this deep, dark, endless loneliness while trying to just make it through the work day.

The first real track on Tasukete, called “Forgotten”, was so cathartic to play. It’s actually one of my favorites, but I’ve been holding off from posting it until the album is out because it’s a DAMN good album opener. It’s in some key, that’s for damn sure, but I couldn’t tell you which one.

After that, I did “Everything’s A-Okay.” This track didn’t have vocals at first, but I got pissed off about something at work and it kinda spiraled me. I listened to what I had for Tasukete at the time, and when this track came on, I started writing lyrics for it while loading boxes in a trailer. It’s obviously sarcastic, trying to say that everything is fine, but you’re definitely clutching your fists really tightly the whole time until you just lose it at the end.

Anyways, I better stop before I spoil the whole damn album. If I get my shit together, it should be out on the 31st of January.