#V: All My Friends Are Heathens

[little-emerald-snake]

Getting Caught pt 4 Finale - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I can’t believe you heathens have gobbles this little series up so frantically and kept enjoying every part I put out. I’m so grateful everyone likes it. That being said consider this a finale piece. I have so many branching ideas that I want to work on and therefore I feel I’ve written a good end for this little series. I hope you enjoy and thanks for hanging on for this little journey.

Warnings: a little fluff, losing virginity, awkward first time, mentions of blood, unprotected p-in-v, use of the word cervix (some of yall CANT get with that word so I added it here 😅)

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Ominis paced the Undercroft. His head had been an absolute mess since their last meeting. All his life he’d never wanted to have sex with anyone, the fear of producing an heir or subjecting a woman to his family being far too much for his sanity.

But now all he could think about was what she felt like inside, how badly he wanted to take her sweet, soft innocence and make her cry out in pleasure while wrapped around him. How badly he wanted to hold her in his arms and drown in her incredible scent.

He’d thought about sex but never this much in his entire life. His thoughts as he laid in bed awake trying to sleep was what her possible reaction would be, would she also want it? What would become of them if they went farther, could he protect her from his family if they decided to court?

His head lifted when he heard the whirring clocks, he straightened, clasping his hands behind his back and listening to each echoing boot step as she came closer. “Ominis. I got your owl…”

He held out his hand, causing her to stop. “C-can I say what I have to say?” After a beat of silence and a small yes he continued. “I-I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you. Maybe it’s because we’ve suddenly become rather intimate…but…I find myself feeling a strong desire for you. One that can’t be quenched while alone in my bed at night.”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the harsh hammering of his heart. “I…want to ask if you’d be open to courtship. I know my family is less than desirable to be associated with but I could keep it secret from them. We could just tell our close and trusted friends…or if you’re not okay with that maybe…it stays strictly physical and secret.”

He wished now more than ever to have sight, to see her face…her silence made his stomach tighten into harsh uncomfortable knots. But when she finally spoke he couldn’t hold back a sigh of relief. “Ominis…I…you want to become physical?”

His cheeks reddened, a stutter marring his speech. “W-well I…y-yes I suppose. I-I-I mean I’d love to court you first but I…can’t stop thinking of whatever we've been doing together. I-I want more, however you’ll give it to me.”

She stepped closer to him, with each step his heart crashed against his ribcage, threatened to burst from his chest. To his surprise the pounding of his heart was the furthest thing from his mind as her hand caressed his cheek and soft lips met his.

He stayed absolutely still till she pressed deeper into the kiss, then his hands were in her hair, pulling her close as their kiss deepened. It’s a slow and sensual kiss, no urgency behind it, just raw emotions.

When the kiss broke they were both red cheeked and breathless. He was still holding her close, afraid that if he let her go she may dissolve into thin air.

She caressed his cheek again and he could hear her smile. “Ominis…I’d love to be yours. W-we can figure out how to manage your family as we go but I want this, us.”

Ominis swept her up into his arms and she giggled happily. He kissed her again, still holding her in his arms, maneuvering them deeper into the Undercroft. He sank to his knees and laid her on the pile of blankets, breaking the kiss. “D-do you want to go further?”

A small yes had him diving forward, lips crashing against hers. This kiss was a hungry, burning, all consuming wildfire that had her clawing at his chest, pulling him down against her.

He hovered above her, one hand awkwardly coming up to paw at the front of her shirt. A wave of heat pooled in his groin, sparking to life the need he harbored for her. She hummed softly which he took as a good sign, groping a bit harder and seeking her nipple through the fabric.

She breathlessly took his hand, helping him slide it up under her shirt and their kiss was broken as he moaned just from the feeling of her chemise. He was rock hard against her thigh, grinding himself greedily against her.

He pinched her nipple a bit harder than intended, causing her to yelp. He looked up sheepishly, apologizing before abandoning her breast and sliding his hand down to her skirt, hiking it up around her waist.

He groaned as his fingers met her wet center, dipping in to collect her wetness before rolling over her clit. She sagged against the blankets, moaning needily as he picked up speed.

Her back arched and Ominis pushed himself up as best as he could, still rubbing her as he attempted to free his aching erection one handed. He paused to rub a flattened palm over himself, desperate to soothe the urgency.

Once he’d accomplished freeing himself he was pushing against her, awkwardly leaning over her while trying to line himself up between her legs.

She tensed and he stopped, going back to rolling her sensitive bud under the pads of his fingers. “No rush darling, it’s okay. Sorry for my eagerness.”

She clutched his shirt, lifting her hips to chase the feeling he was giving her. She was gasping and moaning, writhing beneath him and if he didn’t know better he’d think she was about to cum.

His suspicion was confirmed when he nudged against her entrance again and she wriggled her hips against him, he could feel her spasming even just pressed against her entrance. His eager fingers sped up on her clit as a sob caught in her throat.

He pushed past the thin barrier of her virginity, turning her blissful sounds into a sharp cry. His attention was divided between the blissful heat he was slowly shoving into and petting her hair gently while cooing encouragements. “S-such a good girl. Gods, you feel so tight.”

She whimpered, pulling him closer which was his only sign to keep pushing into her almost too tight heat. His control waned when he lifted his hand to feel her face and caught a wet tear sliding over her cheek.

He tried to pull out and she shook her head, tugging at his shirt. “D-don’t stop. M’fine…please.”

He didn’t stop, instead focusing on rubbing her sensitive nub while lurching his hips forward inside of her. His thrusts were jerky and untimed but he still felt her clench around him and heard her whimper in pleasure.

A sick satisfaction and sense of pride took over him when he smelled the tang of blood and felt the slickness of it coating him. He shoved all the way inside, feeling her clenched tightly while he pulled out and shoved back in.

A choked moan escaped her throat and she clung tighter to him. They rocked together, finding a rhythm where he pulled out and pushed back in. He was much longer than she’d imagined so he bottomed out every time, causing a gasp when his tip kissed her cervix.

His elbows were planted on either side of her head as he rut into her, hips moving faster and more fervently. He grunted and groaned till finally he stilled and spilled inside of her, filling her up.

Her cheeks were red as she laid beneath him, embarrassed and shy after feeling him absolutely unload inside of her. He panted, adjusting so he could hold her face. “M’fuck I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. Don’t worry, won’t stop till you’re done too.”

She couldn’t believe he was still hard, his hand moved down to rub her clit again and his thrusts resumed, gentle and calculated. It wasn’t long before her moans and arching back indicated she was close. He felt her body language and soon she was clutching onto him, whimpering and begging. “G-gonna…m’gonna cum! Ominis!”

She did, clenching around him, she exploded in blissful orgasmic pleasure. He grit his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm as she whimpered and pleaded through her orgasm as it tore through her.

He held her, staying buried inside of her as he soothed her and caressed her. Petting her hair and praising her. “You’re so incredible. This is perfect. Gods I can’t believe your mine. All mine.”

She blushed, relaxing in his touch as he held her, basking in his warmth and soothing touch, taking in the fact that this all started with her catching him in the act down in this exact spot.

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! 🥳can i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!

thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?

come party with me!

summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.

Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe that’s how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddie’s faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Lover’s Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van. 

“Which one is that one?” you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you. 

“Orion,” Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, “Want to hear the story behind that one?”

“Is that even a question?” 

This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldn’t identify the constellation. There’s nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddie’s stretching past the blanket. 

It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.

You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - “Seriously, fuck that dude!” - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes. 

“I think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then they’re opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?” Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt. 

You can’t hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, “Oh, absolutely.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again. 

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones. 

This is how it usually goes. He’s watching the sky, you’re watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change. 

Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; it’s not a secret. You’d met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other. 

The change is what they didn’t know. 

Steve and Robin would tease you two when you’d come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other. 

But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldn’t fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct. 

They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear. 

No, they couldn’t fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didn’t know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didn’t care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart. 

It was drumming in his chest – you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too. 

“Just thinking about how it’s just us out here,” you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, “How it’s always just us.” 

You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting. 

“You wanna start inviting the guys out here?” he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesn’t let you, though, only tightening his fingers’ grip on yours, “Think that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?”

“Stop,” you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He doesn’t reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. You’re no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.

“Don’t!” you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. He’s on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, “Edward Munson, don’t you dare!” 

But he does dare. And even as you’re slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart – there is no where else you’d rather be in this moment. 

The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddie’s body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above. 

His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesn’t falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, “I’m sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. It’s always been just us,” he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, “You and me against the world, baby.”

You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, “I was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.” 

The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, “I know.” 

When his lips finally meet yours, it’s like a breath of fresh spring air. You’re no longer in Hawkins’ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt. 

The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. He’s a sanctuary – he’s your sanctuary. 

His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. It’s not possible, but it doesn’t stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each other’s skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.

Only Artemis knows that he’s already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration. 

Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope it’s amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky. 

 “Baby,” he begs. You don’t know what he’s begging for – for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you – so you can only kiss him back with more urgency. 

The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him. 

“Off,” you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan. 

He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, “Ever heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?” 

“Fuck patience,” you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each other’s spit, “We have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just… Just fuck me. Please.” 

You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same. 

Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this can’t last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. It’s not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end – never the end.

And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isn’t quite patience, it isn’t quite cruelty. It’s just you, and it’s just him. 

“Fuck,” he moans out once he’s fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, it’s a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. He’s devoted to you – he’s yours just as you’re his, “Always so wet for me, baby. Always so good.” 

He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric. 

If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that he’s not fucking you as you’d requested; he’s making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that he’d spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you. 

The roll of his hips don’t stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isn’t enough. 

It’s not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, you’ll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me. 

Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that you’re close.

“Cum for me,” he’s begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, “Fuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.” 

You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you can’t decipher whether it’s the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore. 

The echoes of his voice surround you. 

“Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Doing so good for me.”

“Always such a good girl.” 

When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like he’s scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you. 

He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead. 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. It’s overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly. 

“What?” 

You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you weren’t so delirious with unbridled delight, you’d scorn him. 

He doesn’t bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, “What’s so damn funny, my beautiful girl?” 

You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesn’t bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary. 

“We are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,” you finally explain breathlessly, “This place is for just us, Munson.” 

He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek. 

Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and that’s all that matters for the time being. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, “Always just us, you heathen.” 

He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.

[littlequeenies]

Helena Harland, who runs World of Demri instagram account, has a blog at substack where she is publishing interviews she does to people who knew Demri. I asked for permission to share this entry about Demri's activism in here and she kindly allowed.

From her substack blog:

"Demri possessed a radical nature alongside immense charisma. She was a nudist, openly bisexual, modeled for several adult magazines like Penthouse and Hustler, and was unabashedly sexually liberated at a time where it was seen as taboo. She did not view other people with a critical eye, but rather embraced those who most would find “off-center”. Demri’s late mother Kathleen recalled a memory of driving 20 year-old Demri home one day when she suddenly started shouting “Mom, stop! Stop!” Kathleen stopped the car and Demri jumped out to her friend who had green skin, pointed ears, and pointed elf shoes. Demri said, “This is my friend, he’s an elf. Can we give him a ride?” Kathleen, who likely passed on to Demri her attribute of non-judgment and acceptance, gave the elf a ride as he and Demri squeaked and chirped at each other in their own elf language.

Demri’s uniqueness has always intrigued me, and I often wonder what her moral and political beliefs were, as well as what she would think of today’s political issues. The 90s were marked with many social justice issues like LGBT rights— specifically the AIDS crisis. I asked Amber Ferrano, a close friend of Demri’s what she thought about the AIDS epidemic at the time, and it can be beautifully summed up by this memory:

“Demri was bi. She loved everyone and judged no one. We went to shows in gay clubs and they were awesome. I loved that they handed out free condoms even for our crowd. AIDS was horrible at the time. I remember a few times when guys in full drag (with gloves on, mind you) put their hand out to shake and pulled back saying they had AIDS, but Demri went in for a kiss and a hug. People would make negative comments saying she had AIDS or hepatitis from drugs. She didn't understand why people were so mean. If she were here today she'd be on the frontline along with Layne.”

Demri was also visited in the hospital by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, a subversive LGBT activism group that satirized traditional standards and gender roles by combining drag and religious imagery to their street performances. Kathleen said that they adored Demri, and the nurses would gawk at them on their way in.

To seek some more insight on Demri’s activism history, I reached out to Vivian McPeak, the founder of the Seattle activism group called the Peace Heathens, of which Demri was a member. The Peace Heathens were known for their annual Seattle Hempfests, and many Alice in Chains fans have likely seen this video of Layne Staley making an appearance at one in 1994. It is one of the few videos we have of Layne during that year, taken shortly after the release of Jar of Flies.

H: myself, V: Vivian

H: I was wondering what the core beliefs of the Peace Heathens are and how the organization  was conceived?

V: In 1988 I had this idea to start a street-level volunteer group composed of alternative culture folks to do good things in the name of the alt-culture, community service projects and benefit shows for righteous causes that got little support from the mainstream. I called it the Seattle Peace Heathens. I created this manifesto, and Yossarrian “Rex” Kelley did a logo graphic I put at the top of it. I plastered the paper fliers all over The Ave, at places like the Allegro Cafe, Espresso Roma, and The Last Exit. I started getting lots of calls from people excited about my crazy vision quest, wanting to learn more and get involved. We started having meetings in people’s homes that eventually got too large, and we moved them to Ravenna Park, where we turned them into potluck feeds that started attracting a homeless contingent. 

Meetings started attracting as many as 70 people, mostly music culture and street culture folks - hippies, punk rockers, and an eclectic mix of just progressive, activism-type people. The thing that struck me most, though, is I would be approached by some very neat and clean folks who came on really strong, talking about how resourceful they were and how they were going to contribute all these things. I became very excited about these folks and what they might bring to the group. Then there was an entirely different contingent of absolute street people. These folks were often disheveled, unkempt; they might even have a distinct odor about them. At first, I was not sure what to think about these people, and I placed much of my focus on the other group of folks who seemed to have their shit really together.

The core values of the Seattle Peace Heathens were a commitment to service to society and others through volunteerism, basic counter-culture values of peace and love, Left politics such as social and environmental justice, and a commitment to the power of change through art (visual and music).

H: -It was said that Demri Parrott was a member of the Peace Heathens, do you have memories of her attending meetings or the Hempfests?

V: [I was closer with Layne, so I’ll tell the story of us meeting first.] I was at a hard rock club called the Prime Rib Palace in Totem Lakes, Washington and I struck up a conversation with a blonde dude with long hair and silver pants. We hit it off. He learned I was fresh from Hollywood and wanted to know all about the club scene there. He said his name was Layne, and he had a band called Sleze that was being renamed Alice in Chains. He gave me his number. He was the first person I developed a friendship after I moved to Washington State. A few years later, he invited me to his apartment in a big old brick complex above Eastlake. I met his lady Demri, a petite girl with a beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. I didn't know where to buy weed, and they told me I could get my weed from them. I am not really sure if they were dealing weed or if they were just helping me out, but they always had an eighth when I needed to buy one.

Around 1988 Layne had developed a heroin problem, and I had a cocaine one. I would pick Layne up and drive us to TUNA (Tuesday Night N.A.) at the Rendezvous on 2nd in Belltown, where a guy named Will ran the Narcotics Anonymous meetings. It was pretty much the rocker NA for the area. Unlike his rock persona, Layne was a quiet, almost shy person. He was sensitive and kind,in my experience. It was stunning watching the band climb to rock stardom. I loved their music and was impressed with the strength and power of his voice.

Demri was a bubbly, outgoing person. She volunteered for the Peace Heathens and helped at several of the benefit shows we produced at the famed OK Hotel, one of the only venues with all-age shows. She helped put up posters promoting the shows around town, and at the shows, she worked the merch table and helped us load gear in and out, even though she was a very diminutive person. She was sweet and kind and fearless. She resonated with the Peace Heathens's core belief that all of the various cultural sub-genres of the music/youth/alt-culture (punk, metal, hippie, Reggae, etc.) shared a common spirit and was essentially responding to the same mainstream desire for conformity and control. She believed in the benevolent act of helping others, which was central to the Peace Heathen identity.

I hope this provided some insight on the free spirited nature of Demri, and the ways in which she provided to her community and led with love and compassion. Big thanks to Vivian for taking the time to speak with me and tell me of all his cool stories, and to MemoriesOfDemri on instagram who pointed out the Peace Heathens sticker on Demri’s suitcase as well as provided the information regarding the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Thank you for reading!

-Helena"

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Thank you very much Helena for allowing us to share this story here!! Go and follow her on instagram or subscibe to her blog!

[bogusfilth]

Thinking a lot about this Branko Milanovic bit again:

I remember that in the 1990s, a Dutch friend pointed out to me, the heathen, the advantages of Dutch democracy and called it “vibrant” (as opposed to enforced unanimity). But when “Islamic integralists”, and then Geert Wilders and people like him appeared on the scene, she no longer thought it was so “vibrant”. The same, only more so, is true in France: somehow Islamists, Melenchon, Le Pen and les gilets jaunes although all coming from very different ideological sides, were not compatible with this “vibrancy”. It turns out that “vibrant” meant that everybody would agree with my friend’s fundamental beliefs and that the dispute should center on purely peripheral matters. She represented the pensée unique that followed upon the fall of communism when the liberal view of the world and neoliberal economics were taken to be “normal” and “common sense”, not an ideology.

the question, which seems impossible to answer under liberal capitalism, of "what is democracy and is it any good" is once again rearing its strange and ugly head. (c.f. my rants on people calling America a democracy, framing WW1 in terms of freedom v dictatorship, etc.) and, you know, probably you can't do this without at least a little dialectics.

[thclcstgirl]

Aesthetics: Modern!Fox

           ιғ yoυr мυѕe нaѕ тrυѕт and aвandonмenт ιѕѕυeѕ, clap yoυr нandѕ

[weofthe100-archive]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face.

Text Lou || Always accepting

[ text: maiabaia ] ;););)

[longsilvcr]

xx // @weaknessforgallantry

John felt as if his skull had been split open. There was a bit of movement on the bed, which he assumed was whoever he had hooked up with the night before. Eyes still closed, he scrunched his nose as he arched his back in an attempt to stretch. One eye partially opened when the person spoke to him, but he could make out nothing but a vague, fuzzy shape.

“No brekkie for me,” he slurred once the words had processed. John didn’t think his stomach would be able to handle anything for the next couple of hours. He didn’t even remember last night, much less whoever this man was. “Just coffee. Flat white.” He wasn’t sure if he was offering to take his order, but the words slipped out. “Please,” he added, just to be safe.

When he gained enough strength to open his eyes, he blinked slowly at the man in an attempt to clear his vision. He hadn’t been expecting to see red on black eyes, which gave him pause. The rest of the man, however, was delicious. Smirk curling the corners of his lips, John gave him what might have been considered a sultry look. Blue eyes danced over his form, definitely appreciating the view. “Good mornin’.”

[stormskinned]

+ @ancientfcrged​ asked: ❛ If we are to survive, a new balance must be found. ❜ - enchantress / ancientfcrged Accepting ( x )

For a moment, laughter threw her head back. It was a bit of a strange relationship, this. Jade was never one to defer, not even to gods. Still, she preferred to keep herself on Enchantress’s good side. “Mm, perhaps you are right. But how can a balance be found with these human beings? They have so little respect.”

[qquinntessential]

probably that Area 51 meme | @robingrinned​ said: “If we Naruto run we can run faster than their bullets.”

❝   LISTEN, I’m not doubting the power of anime, BUT...I’m doubting the power of anime, YEAH.  ❞

[mrf34r4rch1ve]

@behindaccents​ cont. from our ask!

💦 // cover my muse’s mouth . " You talk too much. " -Mr Robot @ Harley Quinn

                      R U D E —any normal person would’ve taken some offence with a comment like that but Harley was FAR from normal. Anyone who knew her would’ve known that but this guy, looking cuter than a baby duckling, didn’t have a clue who she was. That much was evident.

              “Aw baby face, if y’ wanted t’ get a lil’ kinky y’ only had t’ ask!” Oh how she could flirt with anyone but this guy seemed so out of his depth, it was going to be fun to see him cower away awkwardly. He was too cute and young, naive perhaps but Harley didn’t care. “Y’ wanna let me outta my cage —-or do y’ wanna come in here an’ play with me.”

|| AGGRESSION / SEXUAL TENSION MEME ( HARLEY QUINN ) ||@mrf34r

         INSTEAD OF SHRINKING AWAY bashfully as anybody else might have done, Mr Robot hummed and let his eyes go half-lidded, watching Harley and sliding his hand down to hold onto one of the bars of her cage. She was undeniably sexy-- the guards had been telling the truth.

         “ DON’T YOU GO TEMPTING ME, sweetheart. Y’know, I could get you outta here, the second I get my hands on a terminal...” He pressed himself up against the bars, flirting right back, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, scratch the side of his nose readjust his glasses at his nose with a toothy smile. “ They haven’t let me see one in weeks... M’going through withdrawal without it... ” He reached through the bars again, this time to cradle Harley’s jaw against his palm. “ Maybe you could distract me from the pain of it, huh? ”

         HIS VOICE HAD DIPPED DOWN to a syrupy slither...

     “ ALL RIGHT, ROBOT, ” a guard behind him said. There was a gun barrel sliding along his shoulder, pushing him along. Mr Robot sighed. “ Time t’go, baby. They wanna give me more medicine, I guess. The inhibitor collars work wonders on the physical stuff, but I guess they think my brain’s still just a little too nasty. ” He let go of Harley’s cage and kept on moving. Weird, that the guards let him stop by her cell. Guess they wanted to see her, too.

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hi, I've just discovered the SWF alphabet on your page. Could you do that for my love, Cash Wheeler? I'm not sure if you write for him but I just can't get it out of my head ever since.

i am FINALLY doing this. gonna get back into the swing of things with some fluff for cash <3

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

~ SFW Alphabet ~ Cash Wheeler (Daniel) x fem!reader

^donna fucks with kayfabe, projecting, and a bit of redundancy bc im the captain of this dollhouse^

- dax harwood (david) - i mention covid/stay at home order for letter v (some people can be triggered so i want to put it here, and sammy guevara

A ~ Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show it? how do they respond to it?) Daniel always has his arm around you in some way. On a scale of 1-10: he broke the damn scale. You don’t mind it though, the feeling of his arms around you keeps you grounded. One of his favorite things is after a high-profile match, is how you’ll just wrap your arms around him from behind. No words need to be exchanged. Win or loss, the warmth of your soft skin makes him feel like he’s on top of the world.

B ~ Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?) David would jokingly be jealous that you’ve ‘stolen’ his best friend. He can’t be that mad because he was the one that introduced the to of you to each other. You are both a little more on the introverted side.

C ~ Cuddles (do they like to and how do they cuddle?) Daniel Marshall Wheeler is obsessed with cuddling with you. He loves having his arms around you; as I said before. Couch, bed, back of a car, on a blanket under the stars; you are nine times out of ten tucked beside him under his arm. He’ll always stroke your skin gently. He’s obsessed with that pudgy bit of tummy you have; it’s the most beautiful, adorable, and perfect thing ever to him. *we all have it and it's perfect, shut up* The little sigh that leaves your lips when he rubs your head makes his heart flutter like a little kid when his playground crush notices him. He prefers being the big spoon but won’t mind switching roles now and then. 

D ~ Dates (what is it like to go on a date with them? what do they like to do?) So parks dates are a must. He's a sucker for his best girl in a cute dress or skirt with a random shirt and one of his flannels over it, watching you pick flowers only to intertwine them to make a little flower crown for him. *let me know if yall want a fic of this*

E ~ Engagement (do they want to settle down? how long until yall tie the knot?) He's wanted to marry you since your third date. You were his dream girl. David had to talk him down a few times, saying it might be too soon. You and Daniel had talked about marriage before so he knew it was something you wanted. Nearing the end of your outing on your two year anniversary, that's when he *finally* popped the question.

F ~ Food (how well can they cook? what do they like that you’d make?) He is quite a great cook. You both enjoy cooking or even baking together. He will love pretty much anything you make. There's these special cut-out cookies you make for the holidays every year. The recipe was your grandmother's so you grew up with them every year. He loves decorating them with you and learning about your relationship with her; and how your cousin always gets a reindeer cookie.

G ~ Gentle (how gentle are they physically and emotionally?) He is prone to treating you like you're made of glass. When your relationship went public, there were some nasty things said about you. Daniel could see through your fake smile sometimes; he would ask passively so you wouldn't get upset. When you told him how some things cut deep, he had you sat on his lap with his arms around you as you cried it out and vented.

H ~ Hugs (do they like them? what are their hugs like? how often do you get them?) He could hug you forever. You could be talking to one of his co-workers and he would come up and just wrap his arms around you. When you need a hug for comfort, one hand would stroke your hair while the other rubbed your back. When it was him that needed comfort, his hands would go under your shirt to touch your bare skin. Not in a sexual way; in a, as he puts it, "the feel of your skin helps me remember you're real" way.

I ~ “I Love You” (who said it first? how was it said? how often?) Daniel said it first...On accident. You had been dating for 3 months already when he had his match against David for the tournament. He was planning on telling you the next day when you went on your usual breakfast date. Right before he went out: - “You’re going to do amazing, baby. I’ll be watching right here.” you told him before you kissed his cheek for luck. his adrenaline was already high so without thinking, he cupped your cheek and kissed you gently. when he pulled back, much to your disappointment, he whispered “I love you, Y/N. A lot.” your hand held his wrist as you smiled. “I love you too, Daniel. A lot” - He tells you he loves you 25/8. Any chance he gets. Not just verbally. Little notes or gestures speak for themselves. 

J ~ Jealousy (how jealous do they get and what do they do?)  You wouldn't notice when someone was flirting with you because it was just a known thing that you were in love with Daniel. He knows how much you love him, but that doesn't stop the back brain thought of someone trying to take you. One night, Sammy Guevara had gotten a little too close to you. If it was just talk from some guy, he could just tell them to back off. But, the little twerp had his hand on the small of your back. Daniel had seen red and pulled you away from him. The kid tried running his mouth and you had to step between them to prevent a fight.

K ~ Kisses (what are they like? favorite place to kiss you. where do they like to be kissed?) Kissing Daniel is like a princess kissing her prince in a Disney movie. Time slows, sparks fly, fireworks go off, and there's no one else in the world; only you two. Besides your lips, his favorite place to kiss you is the top of your head: it's a two for one in his mind because he can hug you and kiss you at the same time. He would never admit it, but he melts when you kiss his forehead: he can't explain why, but it makes him feel all warm inside.

L ~ Little Ones (how are they with kids? do they want them/how many?) You've seen him with David's daughter; he was destined to be a father. You had never seen someone so natural with kids. He was also amazed by your motherly instincts. Not just with kids, you had a more elevated gentleness when it came to taking care of him if he's injured, sick, or just feeling low. I'd say you would have two or three kids. You wish you could time travel back to when you told him you were pregnant; that was a smile that you'd want to see again and again.

M ~ Morning (what’s it like waking up to them? what do you do in the mornings?) You could go to bed with a normal amount of space in between you and wake up fully intertwined. It may sound creepy but if you woke up before him, you would lay there and admire his features. How relaxed he looked, watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing, how the morning light would peek through the window and shine over his skin, and how his tired eyes and morning voice would make you fall in love with him all over again.

N ~ Night (how are nights spent with them?) You, in his arms. Spooning you or laying on his chest, you aren't far from him. Nine times out of ten, you're out before him. Like you watching him in the mornings, he watches you while you fall asleep. He would stroke your cheek, play with your hair, or think about your future as he listens to your sweet little snores. (which you say you don't do)

O ~ Open (when did they start revealing things about themselves? all at once or a little at a time?) You would pick up on certain things. Of course, full stories and reasons could only come from him. If something happened that really messed with him, you would learn something new about him. Why whatever it was caused him to have that reaction.

P ~ Patience (are they quick to get mad? what ticks them off?) When he points out when someone is obviously flirting with you and you are just completely oblivious to the advances. You're too nice for your own good. It doesn't make him mad, more slightly frustrated.

Q ~ Quizzes (how much do they remember about you? remember every little detail or forget things?) In between, more on the 'remember every little detail' side. Humans forget things so if he forgets what your current favorite song is, you don't hold it against him. He remembers every milestone date: when he asked you out, first date, first "I love you", first kiss, when you met each other's families. He'll remember your all time favorites: movie, musician, TV show as a little kid.

R ~ Remember (their favorite moment in your relationship. yours as well) Even though you two were grown ups, you just had to read S.E. Hinton's "The Outsiders" together. He did tell a little lie that he never read it just because he loved to see how excited you were about your favorite book and movie. When you did watch the movie, the ending still made you cry and you looked up to see Daniel had started to tear up as well. - "You read it how many times when you were 12?" he asked you. "Probably five, just that year. You notice new things every time you read it again. Same thing with the movie. Now are we gonna start it or not?" "Alright, alright. Open the book, Pumpkin." -

S ~ Security (how protective are they with you? how do they protect you? how do they like to be protected?) You are the most important thing in the world to him. He would do anything and everything to keep you safe. If he could bubble wrap you, he would. Daniel is the kind of man that would participate in the Hunger Games to keep you safe.

T ~ Try (how much effort goes into dates, gifts, anniversaries) Dates: you two could just be cuddled up on the couch, watching movies or playing board games and you'd be a happy girl. Gifts: from him, they could range from silly to sentimental. The silliest gift he's given you was something one of your friends had made: a dollar bill keychain with his face on it, because of his ringname. The most sentimental gift was when he found out how much you liked "The Outsiders" growing up; so he took you to 'The Outsiders House Museum' in Tulsa as part of your birthday gift. When you were looking at the inscribed bricks other visitors had there, you teared up when you noticed: "Y/N, No matter how far, we will always see the same sunset. Stay gold my love, Daniel"

U ~ Ugly (what’s one of their bad habits?) He sometimes makes himself think that he's not good enough for you. Sometimes other people at AEW or haters online will talk about your relationship and it gets to him sometimes. You've told him that he was the only man that has ever made you feel the way he does.

V ~ Vaunt (what do they like to show off? what are they most proud of?) He loves to show you off. He'll post random pictures or videos of you. His Instagram story saw a glimpse of when you gave him a haircut during the stay-at-home order. He's proud of the life you've made together and is excited for what's to come.

W ~ Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?) You both like to say you complete each other. You make the other a better person. You're the only woman he's ever been able to picture a future with.

X ~ Xtra (random headcanon) - "Danny, would you still love me even if I was a worm?" you had just asked randomly. He couldn't tell if you were joking so he asked you to repeat yourself. "I'm sorry baby, what was that?" "If I was a worm, would you still love me?" That's when he broke and laughed. You could only pout as he moved closer to you on the couch and pulled you into his lap. "Pumpkin, I'd turn into a worm so we could be worms in love. Now what's with the silly question?" "Just checking." you said as you kissed the tip of his nose. You saw the realization wash over his features, "Is this one of those weird TikTok things?" your slick little smirk was all the answers he needed. - *yes, this is based off of that tweet*

Y ~ You (what made them fall in love with you?) You were compassionate, driven, and you had a heart of gold. The energy around you was always calming and welcoming. You understood the toll all the traveling could take and that this was his passion.

Z ~ ZZZ (sleeping habits, what’s it like to sleep next to them) Human.Heated.Blanket! No matter the weather, he is always warm. When he's away and can't sleep next to you, your secret little hack is using one of his shirts as a pillowcase. It could never compare to the real Daniel but it was better than nothing. You two are also no strangers to falling asleep on FaceTime together.

~~~~~~~

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[spunsugarmusings]

Ghost Stories Starter Sentences

Starters based off of the english dub of Ghost Stories. Change pronouns as necessary! TW for swearing, drug and sex references, and mean humor.

"Run, she's a ghost AND a bitch!"

"When this bitch kicks, I'm moving to Vegas!"

"I don't care about your cat, he's probably dead."

"[blank] just showed up on the day of our mother's funeral. Our DEAD mother. Do you feel bad now?!"

"Sure! Jackass.."

"Open your books and turn to page whatever."

"Aren't any of you bastards going to help me?!"

"What the fizzity uck was that?"

"Let's fizzity uckin' find out!"

"I hope to god you're adopted."

"If it wasn't for me, your friend would be headlining in heaven."

"Hey I've got an idea! Why don't you come to the scary, isolated payphone on the bad side of town?"

"Time to go Great Santini on his ass!"

"Oh my god what the hell's happening here?! These are the fastest lips I've ever had to sync!"

"There's not enough booze in my office."

"You're an ass! Let us out, you ass!"

"Oh no, not Grand Theft Auto! What would Hillary Clinton say?"

"When are you gonna need another dramatic plot point until you decide to whip out that damn ghost book?"

"I can read! Not well, but I can read."

"It's said that if you find it, you can communicate with the spirit world! But if you order books, they really screw you on the shipping fees."

"Not get out, get saved!"

"Better get some extra napkins with yours."

"Like Jesus, it never stops working for you!"

"You smoked all of it, didn't you?!"

"Wow, that doesn't look threatening at all."

"That's so sweet! In a "you scare the hell outta me", Emily Rose kinda way!"

"The V on my sweater stands for "very big deal"!"

"Violins. Oh no!"

"She's looking straight at us, I don't think we hid very well."

"Those three to four cardboard boxes aren't gonna hold him for long!"

"Lord, reveal your salvation since I am your favorite among these heathens!"

"Deadbeat dads are not cool!"

"Hey man, if you squint it looks like a clown."

"You're here, and you are an idiot."

"Years ago, people went in there and didn't come out. Not unlike your sister."

"I know that you're gay."

"Damn, ever since Lost."

"Bless him, leaving me here alone and defenseless in a cemetery, what a guy!"

“At first I thought it was new drugs, but now I'm wondering if it was those chess club dorks.”

"From what mom says, he's a bull with a foot fetish."

"I thought meth was only bad in Oregon."

"It wasn't meth! It was another damn ghost."

"If there's a cliff on this mountain, I'm pushing both of you off it."

"In school, with adults, with dead people, I am just too popular for my own good."

"Thundercats, ho!"

"Can't tell this was a goddamn anime."

"You are shockingly hateful!"

"What movie are we ripping off again?"

"Sometimes yes means no. And sometimes you're a bitch."

"I'm going fuckin' crazy."

"Hey, maybe if they paid their FUCKIN phone bill you could call again!"

"I'm a size queen from the word go, you know what I'm sayin'?"

"I'd like to be given over to shameful lust!"

"Time to go home, load up that bong, and watch Pokemon!"

"Oh wow, I can't even comprehend how inappropriate this is."

"One day you'll understand the benefits of a good curve."

"Run! Run from yet another Japanese horror knockoff!"

"You know what I hear? I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up!"

"Why am I doing this?! It's not faithful to my character arc!"

"Butch it up and get the torches!"

[thclcstgirl]

Friendsverse: Where Have They Been?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

She’d been avoiding Louis- like that was new, avoiding her problems- for the last couple days, but today something had changed. She’d been up all night, tossing and turning. Everything she looked at in her room was a reminder of Louis’ too true accusation. There was Bellamy’s hoodie she’d stolen the week before everything had gone to shit, which reminded her of the two t-shirts in her drawers that she’d also stolen to wear to his class to be troublesome ( so worth it, if his reaction when they were finally in the privacy of his apartment later was any indication ). She hated herself for the betrayal to Bellamy, and hated that she felt so ashamed of herself, and why? Because he may not like her anymore for trying to pay her not-exactly-cheap rent and bills to the best of her ability? That was more about her needing him to love her than it was about actual shame.

Speaking of shirts, Murphy’s was sitting neatly folded on the top shelf of her teeny closet, not worn in weeks but too awkward to have to return. The thought of April Fools made her smile, but a wave of guilt had immediately doused that formerly fond memory. She hated herself because he hated her, and she didn’t think that was how she was supposed to feel either ( maybe she was broken like Louis was ). Just because he disliked her didn’t mean she had to dislike herself, that sounded ridiculous when she spelled it out to herself like that.

Her parents were everywhere, in half the clothes in her closet, in the two suitcases from the day they’d kicked her out ( why did she even still have those? great idea, keeping a reminder of the worst day of her life. she knew why she kept them… if her parents ever took her back they’d be upset if she’d given them away ), the sheets under her on the bed, the couple pairs of shoes… they were everywhere.

They shouldn’t be everywhere anymore. They’d left her. They’d made their feelings clear, she’d just been too stupid and too desperate to care. Now it was her turn to make a decision.

It was still dark out, but she pulled out the few boxes she had from the corner of her room- she’d left them there to make the space feel more filled, a fact that suddenly seemed pathetic- and went to the little mini-speaker Louis had given her when he upgraded and plugged in the cheap little mp3 player she owned, the dulcet tones of her favorite raps filling the apartment ( if she could see Louis, struggling to sleep in his own bed across the small hall, she’d see him smile to himself ) as she spun around the room like a whirling dervish, throwing everything that had any memory of her parents on it in the boxes.

She finished, looking around the even-more-bare room and smiled, seeing the emptiness as opportunity. “LOUIS!” She shouted, bringing the boy running after a telltale thump of him hitting the ground scrambling to get out of bed that made her giggle. He appeared in her doorway, disheveled and looking annoyed that she wasn’t dying.

“What?”

“I need a ride.” She was grinning. “And to use your window.” He was over the dumpsters, it’d save her a trip.

“I assume you mean when it’s a decent hour and sure, but have at the window.” He yawned despite the loud music and padded back to his room, Fox following with the two mostly full boxes and two suitcases after a couple trips. She slid his window open with a hiss and with a hand from him, she got everything onto the fire escape and climbed out after them. She balanced herself before picking up the first box and turning to the edge and dumping it into the dumpster 10 floors below, the crash more pleasing than she’d thought it would be. The suitcases were next, one right after the other, but as she turned to grab the last box she realized she wasn’t alone on the fire escape.

A window over, Octavia was half hidden in the shadow, curious eyes on Fox and her dumping. Octavia was another Fox hated herself for, but she wasn’t going to change that tonight. She could only start to change herself tonight. So she hauled up her final box in silence and dumped that too right over the edge, hearing that same satisfying crashing below as she turned back to the window, pausing to give Octavia a small, apologetic smile before disappearing back into her apartment.

Next was laundry, two boxes dropped off at front doors ( plain white boxes both with a note just of her signature fox doodle and no words; one outside Bellamy’s door containing his hoodie and 2 shirts, one outside Murphy’s new door, containing his own shirt ), and she was finally able to sleep in her empty little room that was finally hers and hers alone.

PART 4.5

“You sure about this?”

Louis sounded doubtful, but it was ten hours later- eight of which had been spent sleeping better than she had in years- and she was more than sure. She didn’t even look back to him, just grinned and clutched the paperwork to her chest excitedly. “I’ll call you when I’m done, no idea how long it’s gonna take.”

He tugged on the long braid falling in a single line down her back playfully. “See you then foxie.”

It took two days, as it turned out, a day to file, and a day for court. But 48-odd hours later she called Louis with a wide grin and he appeared on the curb for her. “So what’s the new moniker?”

“Didn’t get one. Just got rid of my last name.”

He was amused. “You didn’t replace it with something?”

She laughed, shrugging as she straddled the bike behind him. “Nope.”

“So you’re just Fox now.”

Her grin could light the Capitol building. “Just Fox now.”

[longsilvcr]

xx // @queenmakcr

Apparently, John had lost track of time. His entire body tensed as he looked at his lover with wide eyes. He swallowed thickly before glancing down at the gold watch in his hand. “You’re early,” he commented lamely. Placing the items back on the vanity, he took a step away. He was so thankful he was given a chance to explain, that he instead didn’t have to beg for it.

There was no lying his way out of this. John had been caught red handed. 

“Little dove,” he started, “I’m so sorry. I --” He took a single step closer, his hands up, palms facing her. He had learned that people were more willing to trust you and believe you when seeing your palms. “My name is John Silver.” 

       (“...and I happen to be a very good cook.”)        (“...and I have a long fucking memory.”)

“And I’ve been lying to you.” Another step, hoping to slowly close the distance between them. “I got this job because I’m a thief, because I wanted to use you.” He reached a hand out, not close enough to touch her. “But then you became more than someone to con. You probably hate me right now, and I don’t blame you. You deserve better than a liar and a thief but -- come with me? I know you aren’t happy here. I’m not rich. I sometimes struggle with rent, but I could make you happy. I could give you something more, little dove, my queen.”

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye! 

[qquinntessential]

* A WOMAN UNDER THE INFLUENCE STARTERS | @soullsevered said: ‘ no offense, but i’d really like to get some sleep. ’

❝   AND I’D REALLY LIKE A FERRARI, but y’can’t always get whatcha want ( THE STONES, ‘68 ).   ❞

Amused lips happily invite another sip past SCARLET GATES, coffee keeping her alert despite the hour. It’s not her fault they’re up late ( IT REALLY ISN’T ). If she had it her way, she’d be on a dancefloor with a shot of tequila in either hand, but WALLER wants this done NOW and what AMANDA WANTS, AMANDA GETS. And so, she’s sitting at a table that ISN’T HERS in an apartment that ISN’T HERS doing a job that ISN’T HERS. Thin fingers flip through files that they’ve perused a HUNDRED TIMES, hoping that the HUNDRED AND FIRST will be the time they find something NEW.

❝   I don’t get it...what’s this guy’s MOTIVE anyways ??   ❞